I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 374 The Silkworm Silk Sheets Cannot Withstand This Sword Intent
Chapter 374: Chapter 374 The Silkworm Silk Sheets Cannot Withstand This Sword Intent
Each step Su Muyao took felt heavier than the last, her awareness heightened to an almost unbearable degree.
Her heartbeat quickened.
A warmth spread through her body, not from the room, but from the thoughts she tried and failed to suppress.
She knew exactly what Lin Feng meant by his lesson plan.
The vivid memory of his teaching suddenly surfaced in Su Muyao’s mind, flooding her with heat as she lay trembling in the wreckage of the broken bed.
He was so strong… his long, thick, and fat yang spear stretching her to her very limits with every powerful thrust.
The sheer intensity of how he rocked her body so deep, relentless, and utterly dominating left her squirting helplessly for more each and every time.
She remembered the way her love juices would gush out uncontrollably around his massive heavenly spear, soaking his abdomen, the sheets, and even the floor beneath them as he drove her from one shattering climax to the next.
Even now, just recalling those scorching moments made her breath hitch ever so slightly.
A fresh wave of slick warmth flooded between her thighs, her sensitive pink flower still fluttering and clenching waiting for something big to spread it wide open.
She bit her lower lip, trying to steady her racing heart, but it was useless.
Her body was already responding again, inner walls squeezing greedily around an invisible dragon as if begging for another hard round of his merciless teaching.
He’s going to be hard on me again…
The thought alone made her steps falter for the briefest moment before she steadied herself and continued walking.
Behind her, Lin Feng followed at an even pace, his expression calm, as though nothing unusual was about to occur.
But Su Muyao knew better.
By the time they reached the door, the heat in her body had only intensified, her composure hanging by a fragile thread.
Still, she raised her hand, gently pushing the door open, and stepped inside fully aware that once he followed, her world would turn upside down with how Lin Feng was going to get wild with her.
The memory of how Lin Feng handled her on the bed sent thrilling shivers and goosebumps coursing through her entire body.
Lin Feng quietly followed Su Muyao into the private chamber, his steps light yet purposeful.
As soon as he stepped inside, he closed the heavy wooden door behind him with a soft click.
Almost instantly, the silencing formation engraved into the walls and floor activated, enveloping the room in a faint, gentle hum.
The formation ensured that no sound no matter how passionate or intense would leak out to disturb the outside world.
A single breath later, Lin Feng took full charge of the moment.
He moved closer to Su Muyao until only a step separated them.
Without a word, he gently lifted her chin with two fingers, tilting her beautiful face upward to meet his gaze. Her eyes were already glazed with desire.
He dipped his head and captured her lips in a hot, demanding kiss.
“Hmmmm…” Su Muyao let out a soft, needy moan against his mouth.
She kissed him back eagerly, her hands instinctively rising to clutch at his robes.
The passion Lin Feng had shown her over the past days had opened her eyes to an entirely new, vast world of pleasure and one far more intense and fulfilling than anything she had ever experienced with her late husband.
A small worm could of course not compare in the slightest to an adult virile, strong, big, and fat dragon.
While her late husband had made love to her on those rare, gentle nights, there were many times when Su Muyao would ask herself in quiet disappointment if his thing was already inside her at all.
His small cute sized tool and careful, almost hesitant movements had left her feeling strangely empty even during the act itself and before she thought that that was completely a normal thing to feel.
But when it came to Lin Feng… oh, how utterly different it was.
Lin Feng opened her eyes to the truth! Su Muyao was now an enlightened woman.
There was no need for words.
Their clothes soon slipped to the floor in a hurried cascade of silk and fabric.
Lin Feng’s strong hands explored her soft, curvaceous body with practiced confidence, drawing out gasps and shivers from Su Muyao as he traced every sensitive curve.
She trembled under his touch, her skin flushing with heat.
When they finally reached the large, luxurious bed, the real excitement began.
Lin Feng laid her down gently at first, but the moment he joined her, the atmosphere turned wild and unrestrained.
He did not waste even a single second.
With a low, hungry growl, Lin Feng gripped Su Muyao’s smooth thighs and spread her legs wide into a deep V-shape, exposing her most intimate treasure completely to his burning gaze.
Even in this vulnerable, wide-open position, her delicate pink nether lips remained tightly closed, like a shy flower refusing to bloom and a clear sign of just how exceptionally tight she still was despite their earlier frenzied passion.
The sight made Lin Feng’s blood boil with fresh excitement, his massive yang spear twitching eagerly in anticipation of being buried once again in her scorching, velvet depths.
“I’m going in, Muyao,” he said, his voice deep and rough with lust.
He didn’t bother using his hands to guide himself.
Instead, he simply rocked his powerful hips forward, letting the thick, bulbous head of his little brother nudge insistently against her slick entrance.
The moment he made contact, he could feel how ready she was and her secret cave was already dripping wet, hot, and pulsing with need.
It was obvious she had been expecting this, craving it.
The few days they had gone without cooking rice had left her body unbearably juicy inside, her inner walls soaked and swollen, practically begging to be filled and stretched once more.
“Perfect!” Lin Feng murmured with dark satisfaction, a happy smile curving his lips.
