Mist rose like soft smoke, the warm haze drifting like clouds, pure and calm.
At the palace's back mountain, Qing had used her immortal skills to create a clearing. She filled it with a spiritual spring from a secret realm, using a white jade platform to channel energy from the earth and nearby lands. The spring bubbled like dew, forming a steaming hot spring.
Rich with earthly power, it wasn't divine but could still strengthen the body.
In the swirling mist, the water's ripples framed a stunning figure bathing at the spring's center.
Qing soaked there, her perfect body glowing like jade, brighter than the platform. Half-submerged, she shimmered in the water.
Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, damp with mist. Droplets clung to her long locks, the strands above water shining in the moonlight, sleek and glossy. Her dark hair, touched by dew, framed her smooth face, revealing a beauty beyond compare. Crystal droplets dotted her fair skin, softer than fine jade.
Her eyes gleamed, lashes holding dew. As she looked down, moonlight danced on the spring, her gaze soft and bright. Her small nose and glossy lips, flawless as gems, hinted at a river town's charm. Droplets lingered, then slid into the spring.
Her hair fell over smooth shoulders, her collarbone a delicate curve catching droplets. As it spread into the water, her hair fanned out like silk, a breathtaking sight.
In this quiet moment, the world seemed to fade, captivated by her glow. Did she blend into the moonlight, or did it bow to her?
Who could break such peace? Only someone without grace.
"Princess… Immortal…"
A rough voice cut through. Elder Mu, the old eunuch, shuffled up, holding clean clothes. He placed them on a stone platform, his tone eager to please.
"Your servant… brought your clothes."
"…Mm."
Qing, like a blooming lotus, stirred slightly at his voice. Her lashes fluttered, shedding droplets, but she answered softly after a pause.
Silence followed.
"Heh… heh…"
Elder Mu chuckled awkwardly, staying put.
"…"
Qing stayed quiet.
The water rippled as she glided to the shore, her jade-like form appearing through the mist.
Elder Mu held his breath, drawn to the figure haunting his dreams. Her features are sharpened: glossy hair, a face with water pearls, a graceful neck, pale shoulders, and a perfect collarbone. Her full breasts formed a deep, captivating valley.
The mist added mystery. Her snowy skin shone, her breasts like firm, snow-topped peaks, their curves enchanting, the valley sparking endless thoughts.
But as her peaks neared the surface, Qing stopped.
"Uh…"
Elder Mu stood stiffly, scratching himself, acting calm.
"…"
Qing's gaze fixed on him, steady.
Her stare rattled him until he turned aside, chuckling nervously.
"Drip… drip…"
Water droplets hit the shore, stirring his heart.
He glanced back, but a thick fog, summoned by Qing's magic, hid everything. His heart sank, disappointment wilting him like a drooping plant.
Seeing his defeated look, Qing's lips curved slightly, then stilled.
She reached for the clothes, her eyes lowering. It wasn't her sect's simple robes but a fancy palace dress.
Unlike Li's purple gown, Qing's was blue, a mark of imperial nobility. The silk, smooth and rich, had detailed embroidery of clouds, flowers, and a divine bird, perfectly crafted.
Yet, Qing frowned. There were no undergarments, no pants, nothing else.
She glanced at Elder Mu, her mind clear, but said nothing, slipping on the gown.
When the fog cleared, Elder Mu's eyes lit up. Qing stood tall, the blue dress making her beauty shine. With vivid flowers and a soaring bird, it made her regal, like a phoenix ruling the skies. In plain robes, she was a distant immortal; in this, a noble, radiating power.
"Gulp…"
Elder Mu swallowed, his cloudy eyes roaming boldly.
Who'd think he, lowly and worn, would connect with such a princess? He'd stolen her first kiss and glimpsed her private beauty, that soft, plump treasure…
His gaze burned with want.
"…"
Qing's lashes fluttered, feeling his stare. Her heart raced.
*My heart… it's beating so fast.*
She felt lost…
"Um… uh…"
Elder Mu checked her face. "Your servant's injuries… they're not healed. Could you… like that day… help me?"
*That day*… on a jade bed, her lap his pillow, their lips meeting, souls touching…
Qing's lips pressed together, her gaze unsteady.
"…Mm…"
Elder Mu grinned, stepping closer.
"…Hmph…"
He spread his arms, pulling her into a hug.
His bony arms wrapped around her, and Qing tensed, feeling trapped. Her heart shook, a soft moan escaping.
Her tall frame towered over his hunched one, his face pressing into her chest.
Her low-cut dress showed smooth, glowing skin. Her full, firm breasts formed a deep valley. Since that day in Yong Row, when she saved him, he recalled her warmth. Now, he sank into her softness again.
His arms slid over her silky skin, withered fingers brushing her back. The gown felt like moonlight, heightening every touch.
Pressing closer, his face buried in her soft chest, her breasts warm yet firm, resisting his pressure. His nose nestled in her cleavage, cheeks held by warmth, even through the thin fabric.
Her fresh scent floral, with a hint of milk filled his lungs, easing his pain, cleansing him.
"Ha…"
He exhaled, his hot breath grazing her skin.
"…"
Qing's lips tightened, the thin gown no shield from his breath. It tingled, making her tremble.
His breath traced her curves, lifting the fabric slightly, brushing her skin with friction. Her heart pounded, heat rising, her nipples hardening, faintly visible.
His hardening arousal pressed against her leg, its heat burning through his pants, stirring something deep.
"You…"
Her voice strained for calm, hiding turmoil. "You're holding too tight…"
"Heh!"
Who could let go? Elder Mu eased his grip slightly, letting her shift back, wary of his desire.
Her breasts moved softly, sending another hot breath into her cleavage, making her skin quiver.
He looked up, struck by her flushed, flawless face. Her beauty, even plain, was stunning, cheeks rosy in the mist.
"You… what are you looking at?"
His burning gaze unsettled her. She avoided his eyes but spoke softly.
"You…"
He paused. "You're so beautiful…"
Her cheeks reddened, gaze scattering, shy but striking.
His eyes drifted to her chest, her firm breasts proud, their peaks outlined. His breath quickened, desire flaring.
"You…"
Noticing his focus, Qing covered her chest, shyness growing.
"Heh heh…"
Undeterred, Elder Mu dropped his pants. His huge erection sprang free, thick and veined, over thirty centimeters, its purple-red head like a fist, smelling of musk.
The sight and scent made Qing's face flush, her eyes wavering.
"…Let's heal…"
Her voice shook, aiming for calm, fingers trembling.
"Yes, yes!"
Elder Mu grinned, surprised she spoke first.
"Mm…"
Qing stood stiff, gaze on his lips, body tense. Tension, anticipation, confusion mixed. She closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss, like a story's heroine.
But another face flashed Feng, young, stubborn.
Why him? She didn't miss him, not after his fickle ways. Nor did she hate him. That spark was gone. They might meet again, but not as more.
Lost in thought, she waited, but no kiss came. Opening her eyes, she saw Elder Mu hopping on tiptoes, too short to reach her lips.
She sighed, a faint smile tugging. Bending her knees, she leaned down, damp hair sliding over her shoulder, her face nearing his.
Time stretched and shrank. When their lips met her soft, cool lips against his rough ones the world faded.
His mind blanked, lost in her beauty, kindness, warmth. He kissed hard, a fire to her ice.
A raw force stirred, his arousal swelling, veins bulging, precum dripping. He pressed his tongue against her lips, seeking entry.
"Mm…"
Her hidden power woke, responding. As their lips parted, his energy surged, healing his wounds, stirring her cultivation.
Her body softened, heat blooming Markham, legs weakening. Sensing her yielding, he grew bolder, his tongue probing.
"Hmph… mm…"
Her teeth blocked him, but he coated them with saliva, sucking her sweet essence. She resisted, but her body brushed his erection.
His hands crept to her breasts, grazing their peaks. She tensed, but he gripped them firmly.
Her breasts, soft yet firm, spilled between his fingers, their elasticity pushing back. The sensation overwhelmed her, defenses crumbling.
His tongue slipped past her teeth, finding her soft tongue, teasing it with fervor. Their saliva mixed, his foul with her sweet, filling their mouths.
"Mm…"
Her body trembled, tongue stirring, torn between resistance and surrender. Her hardened nipples pressed against his palms, bold through fabric.
Curious, he pinched them, drawing a sharp gasp. She swallowed his saliva, disgust mixing with acceptance.
The kiss lingered, lips parting with a wet sound, a silver thread linking them. Their breaths were heavy, her fragrance warming his face.
She wiped her lips, glaring as his hands lingered. "Let go…"
"Uh… yes, yes…"
He released her, sniffing his fingers, savoring her scent.
A soft voice called from the path. "Qing, are you there?"
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