I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 379 My Master’s Meditation Looks Remarkably Like a Nap
Chapter 379: Chapter 379 My Master’s Meditation Looks Remarkably Like a Nap
Lin Feng’s entire face was drenched, absolutely soaked in the four women’s thick, glistening love juices.
It dripped down his chin, coated his cheeks, matted his hair, and ran in warm rivulets along his neck.
The taste of them… sweet, tangy, musky filled his mouth completely, and he swallowed greedily, savoring every drop like a man dying of thirst.
’This kind of water… I’d never tire of it,’ Lin Feng thought, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss, his mind hazy with lust.
’No matter how much they drown me, I want more. I could stay right here forever, buried between their thighs, drinking them dry until they can’t even stand.’
He redoubled his efforts, tongue plunging deeper, lips sucking harder, nose grinding against swollen clits as he worked each of them in turn.
Ning Xi moaned his name like a prayer, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter.
Ye Jian’s legs shook violently as another orgasm ripped through her, her juices squirting across his tongue in hot, pulsing waves.
Ling Lan ground down with slow, deliberate circles, whispering filthy praises between gasps.
Tang Aining, the most insatiable of them all, rode his face like she was trying to break him, her cries turning into desperate sobs of pleasure as she came again and again.
“Ahhhhh…”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Ughhhh…”
Lin Feng’s own body was a live wire.
His yang spear throbbed painfully hard, exploding over and over in dry, mind-shattering orgasms triggered purely by the overwhelming taste and scent of the women above him.
Whenever that happened, all four women took turns to drink from his fat long huge elder dragon.
Life could not have been happier for Lin Feng.
This was exactly what he had dreamed of in his previous life… to be utterly lost in the tangled arms and limbs of countless beautiful women, their soft, silken skin pressed against him in a haze of breathless passion and intoxicating scents.
If any popular actress from his old world stood side by side with even one of his women like the breathtaking Ning Xi, with her flawless jade-like complexion and curves that could make the moon itself envious… that actress would pale in comparison, her features twisting in humiliated defeat as she puked blood in shame.
It was like comparing a worthless scrap of trash to pure, radiant gold… the difference was so vast it bordered on the divine.
His women weren’t just beautiful… they were peerless goddesses, each one a treasure that could topple empires and ignite wars among mortal men.
***
Far across the academy grounds, the usual serene atmosphere had curdled into something heavier, laced with unspoken tension and quiet resentment.
“I apologize, Teacher, but my father insists that I transfer to Mentor Lin Feng’s class. He believes it will give me the best chance to become a great cultivator and perhaps even reach the Foundation Establishment Realm one day. By then, I might even found my own sect.”
The ten-year-old boy hesitated, his fingers tightening slightly at his sides before he forced himself to continue.
“But please don’t worry… I will never forget you. Farewell.”
He bowed deeply lower than he ever had before his small body trembling faintly with conflicted emotions.
Gratitude, guilt, excitement… all tangled together in his young heart.
For a brief moment, the teacher said nothing.
He simply stood there, watching the boy who had once struggled to even circulate a strand of qi… the same boy who had stayed late after lessons, asking questions with bright, eager eyes… the same boy who once called him the greatest teacher in the academy.
Now, those same eyes held determination but they were no longer looking at him.
“…Go,” the teacher finally said, his voice calm, almost indifferent. “Do not waste the opportunity your father has given you.”
The boy bit his lip, nodded once more, and turned away.
His footsteps echoed faintly through the quiet hallway until they gradually disappeared into silence.
Only then did the teacher’s composed expression crack.
He exhaled slowly, the breath heavy, as if it carried years of effort and expectation with it.
His shoulders slumped, and he let out a soft, almost self-mocking chuckle.
“What is a teacher… without students?” he murmured to himself.
No answer came.
After a while, he turned and stepped out of the classroom.
The corridor, once bustling with chatter and youthful energy, now felt eerily empty.
The absence of noise was almost deafening, pressing against his ears like an invisible weight.
As he walked down the hall, he soon came across several familiar figures… his fellow instructors.
They stood in small clusters, their usual composure gone.
Some leaned against the walls with tired expressions, others stared blankly ahead, lost in their thoughts.
The atmosphere around them was heavy, almost suffocating.
When they noticed him approaching, a few of them forced faint smiles, though none reached their eyes.
“They’ve all left you as well?” he asked quietly.
He already knew the answer… but some part of him still hoped.
One of the teachers let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Yes… every last one. Not a single student remained.”
“Mine too,” another said, rubbing his forehead as if trying to ease a growing headache.
“They didn’t even hesitate. The moment the announcement came, they all rushed to transfer.”
“I…” a third teacher hesitated, then gave a bitter smile. “I was left with one. Just one. And even he looked at me like he was waiting for permission to leave.”
A hollow silence followed.
The group exchanged glances, each seeing their own frustration and helplessness reflected in the others.
“Mentor Lin Feng…” one of them muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. “Just what kind of methods is he using?”
“Methods?” another scoffed softly. “Do methods even matter anymore? His name alone is enough. Haven’t you heard? They say he’s already guiding students to breakthroughs at an unbelievable pace.”
“And what’s even more disappointing is that the dean and the grand proctor themselves went to him to become his students. Many of the academy’s teachers have followed suit as well… should we do the same?” someone asked hesitantly.
Each new rumor only deepened the gloom.
The first teacher closed his eyes briefly, then let out a long sigh. “With results like that… how can we compete?”
