Next day morning, a butler from the Wang Family came to the school dormitory. "The Master of the Wang Family has sent me to escort you. The preparations have been completed."
Yang Chen rose without hesitation. "I see. Lead the way."
The butler inclined his head, stepping aside to allow Yang Chen to pass. As they walked through the academy courtyard, disciples cast sidelong glances at him. Word of his mysterious martial spirit and the events of the previous day had spread like wildfire. Yet none dared to confront him directly.
The vast courtyard of the Wang Family Estate was filled with the intoxicating aroma of freshly gathered herbs. Towering jade pillars and elegant carvings surrounded the space, bearing the legacy of one of Nanjing's most influential families.
In the center of a room in a luxurious courtyard, meticulously arranged on silk mats, lay 11,724 different types of 1-star herbs and medicinal plants. The sheer scale of the display was a testament to Wang Family's resources and determination. After entering the room the servants moved with reverent silence, ensuring everything remained undisturbed.
Yet amidst the grandeur, the atmosphere was tense.
Wang Zeming stood stiffly, his eyes lingering on the sealed doors of the courtyard chamber. For four long hours, he waited the weight of his decision bearing down on him. The bitter humiliation of acknowledging his wife's barren condition clashed against the desperate hope that Yang Chen's method would succeed.
When the heavy doors creaked open, Yang Chen emerged. His expression was unreadable, though a glint of satisfaction danced in his eyes.
"I'm ready," Yang Chen announced calmly.
Zeming's jaw tightened. "Then we proceed."
The Private Chamber was sparsely decorated, its sole purpose evident. A large silk-draped bed occupied the center, surrounded by lanterns that cast a warm, golden glow. The air was thick with the subtle fragrance of calming incense a futile attempt to ease the turmoil within.
Wang Zeming entered first, his face stoic, but the tight clenching of his fists betrayed his internal struggle. Behind him, Wang Xiuying followed, her delicate features masked beneath a veil of uncertainty. The elegant silk robe she wore swayed with each step, though the proud yet fragile air around her was unmistakable.
Finally, Yang Chen entered, his steps deliberate.
A tense silence followed as they stood in the chamber — the unspoken weight of what was about to transpire looming over them.
Zeming was the first to break the stillness. "I will witness everything." His voice was low, his tone unwavering. "No falsehood will go unnoticed."
Yang Chen nodded. "As you wish."
"Teacher," Yang Chen addressed Wang Xiuying softly, his gaze steady. "Just follow my lead."
Her hands trembled slightly, though she gave a hesitant nod.
Zeming settled into the nearby chair, his expression blank as he forced himself to remain composed. Yet beneath his exterior, unease stirred. Watching his wife under another man's guidance was a torment he had accepted in exchange for hope.
Yang Chen's hand brushed against Xiuying's shoulder a simple touch, but one that sent a shiver through her. She lowered her gaze, her cheeks faintly flushed. The gentle dominance in his posture was undeniable, a stark contrast to the usual reverence she commanded as a respected cultivator and teacher.
"Breathe," Yang Chen instructed, his voice low and measured. "Let the tension leave your body."
His fingertips traced along the spine on her back, an act that appeared almost clinical. Yet with each press, the warmth of his touch lingered.
"You'll feel it soon," Yang Chen murmured, his breath brushing against her ear. "The awakening of dormant vitality."
Xiuying's eyes fluttered shut, her mind clouded with conflicting emotions. The unfamiliar sensation coursing through her veins brought with it a strange sense of vulnerability and, to her dismay, anticipation.
Slowly, I reached up, my fingers tracing along the curve of her jaw. The softness of her skin beneath my touch sent a wave of heat coursing through her. She leaned onto my hand, her eyes half-lidded, the tension in her body gradually melting away.
Our breaths mingled, the space between us narrowing until our lips hovered just a whisper away. When our mouths finally met, the kiss was hesitant at first, a careful exploration. I savored the warmth of her lips, the delicate tremble that betrayed her nervous anticipation.
I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding to the small of her back, drawing her closer. Her slender frame pressed against mine, the silky fabric of her robe brushing against my chest. Xiuying's fingers curled gently against my shoulders, clinging to me as though afraid to let go.
The air grew heavier, filled with the quiet hum of our shared breaths. Every touch, every lingering kiss spoke volumes unspoken. My lips trailed down the line of her jaw, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. She tilted her head, exposing the delicate curve of her neck as a soft sigh escaped her parted lips.
I responded with feather-light kisses along her skin, savoring the way she shivered beneath my touch. The sweet scent of jasmine mingled with the faint traces of herbal incense, heightening the intoxicating pull between us.
But even amidst the growing passion, there remained an undeniable tenderness, a silent understanding that neither dared to break. Xiuying's hands roamed cautiously, exploring the firmness of my chest, her fingertips tracing the defined lines that spoke of my lean yet muscular chest.
"Yang Chen..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
I paused, my forehead resting against hers. Our breaths mingled once more, the heat between us pulsing like a steady flame.
Without wasting time I started undressing her, following my lead she did the same by helping me undress. "I'm ready." she whispered in my ears.
Not waiting for more I pushed her to the bed and took my dick in my hand. Getting over her I positioned it at the entrance of her somewhat wet vagina, as I didn't use much time to make her pussy wet and ready.
After placing the tip of my cock at the entrance I slowly started to press her down upon her, little by little. It started out slow but soon I sped up and started pounding her pussy hard. I did so that her husband won't doubt me.
As in this world people are used to just bang once and the deed is done. They don't have the concept of eroticism and even if they research on this particular topic, it would only work on mortals.
Due to high or continuous accumulation of Qi in body it has become hard for cultivators to give birth. But I won't have such issues due to my skills.
I just have to release my cum in Xiuying once and she and her husband will be at my mercy. After the birth of her child she'll join my Heavenly Maiden Sect willingly, where I can do anything to her and her husband will follow my orders and even be happy about me fucking his wife before him.
After an half-hour of my continuous pounding and her constant moaning, I finally came deep within her womb. The instant my hot, thick cum was released in her. Something changed in her husband.
[Congratulations Wang Zeming is cucked and can be slightly influenced by you.]
Seeing the notification I just smirked and decided to make him my loyal subordinate. Wang Zeming, I know you are aroused and slightly enjoying seeing me fuck your wife.
"I'll soon begin the next session. You can watch and masturbate if you want." saying this I chuckled lightly.