Today was the wedding banquet. Yaoying was adorned in resplendent and radiant attire. Though she had washed off her makeup before bed, she still wore the clothes from the banquet: an ethereal, gauzy robe so enchanting it put blooming branches to shame, a seven-colored silk skirt embroidered with gold thread, and a white, gold-dusted shawl draped over her shoulders. Untying the sash, beneath the robe was a thin lotus-embroidered hezi, already soaked through by the spring water and clinging tightly to her body.
The lotus, pure and aloof, stood tall at its stamen, its petals revealing a flush of rosy skin beneath. The sacred white lotus, tinged with sensuality, trembled alluringly.
With my dust-covered eyes, I behold this jade-like Yaoying.
The lotus unfurled in his palm.
Tanmoroqie’s cool gaze lingered on the vibrant lotus stamen, his eyes darkening. Unable to wait to undress her completely, he leaned down.
This time, he chose the other side.
He tasted her tenderly, lingeringly, yet dominantly, as if savoring a fine cup of tea or sucking on sweet Thorn Honey.
The damp spring water intensified the stimulation. Yaoying let out a soft moan, trembling even more violently. With a downward glance, she could see his head pressed tightly against her, a wave of shame washing over her, yet she couldn’t resist the surging tide of pleasure coursing through her body.
She had been too careless. Given his nature, if he wanted to do something, he would surely prepare thoroughly—even in matters like this, he would study them with a stoic seriousness... The first time she helped him, he was drenched, brows furrowed, biting her hair, a mix of solemnity, restraint, vulnerability, contradiction, longing, and helplessness, allowing her to tease him, softly murmuring her name, not even daring to kiss her. Now, she felt as if she were melting into him... What exactly had he studied?
“You lied to me...”
Enduring the biting sting and tingling numbness, her waist writhed in his palm, the corners of her eyes flushing red.
Tanmoroqie released her, lifting his gaze. His jade-green eyes were clouded with a desire that should not have been there.
“I didn’t lie... I went to the hot spring today to meditate, that’s why I’m better...”
Only by meditating in the hot spring could he fully suppress his Cultivation method, which was why he hadn’t dared to touch her much on the way back.
Seizing the opportunity, Yaoying cupped his face, pressing him against the edge of the pool and covering his mouth with a fierce kiss, tangling her tongue with his. When he responded, she gently bit the tip of his tongue, her hands moving downward to tear at the sash around his waist, slipping inside. Before she could loosen his silk trousers, she was scalded by the fierce heat that sprang forth.
More ferocious than ever before.
Her face flushed crimson, her mind blanking for a moment.
With a splash of water, he lifted her entire body into his arms. Clear spring water cascaded down their entwined forms, dripping steadily. Her soaked robes clung tightly, her wet hair tangling around them in delicate strands.
Holding her firmly in his strong arms, he stood in the pool, deepening the kiss as their lips and tongues entwined inseparably.
The gentle murmur of the water could not mask the intimate sounds of their movements.
Yaoying couldn’t withstand the intensity hidden beneath his gentleness. Her mind was in disarray, her body growing weak, afraid of falling. She struggled to break free even as she clung tightly to his neck.
As she squirmed, her soft breasts pressed against his wet chest, her entire body trembling lightly.Tanmoroqie held and kissed her like this, wading through the water to the jade steps beside the pool. He suddenly leaned forward, pressing her against the cool, smooth jade. With one hand, he removed her already crumpled gauze gown, his heated palm covering her, sliding inch by inch from her neck to her snow-white shoulders and back.
It was as if he were patiently plucking a lotus flower, gently parting its petals.
Her delicate body trembled in his hands, her long hair cascading loosely, a fine sweat glistening on her face. She was completely bare, her skin smooth and lustrous, with only the string of Buddhist beads he had given her adorning her arm.
His Buddha, his bright moon.
A faint hint of dark blue flashed in Tanmoroqie's eyes.
Away from the spring, the heat became increasingly unbearable. Yaoying's eyes shimmered with tears, her body weak and limp, unable to rise. Her arms still clung to his shoulders and back, unconsciously coquettish, utterly trusting.
A slight smile tugged at Tanmoroqie's lips. He gently pulled her hands away, kissing from her fingertips to the back of her hand, her arm, her snow-white shoulder. Hovering above her, he kissed the side of her neck, slowly moving downward.
Beads of water rolled across her fair skin, tinged with a peach-blossom hue.
His kisses trailed downward, lingering for a long time over the curves, as if he could never get enough.
Yaoying was startled by her own soft, plaintive moans and bit her lip hard.
He did not stop.
Soon, an unfamiliar surge of electricity coursed through her body. Yaoying trembled uncontrollably, sitting up to push against Tanmoroqie's broad shoulders.
He held her legs and waist firmly, leaving no room for resistance.
He had once seen a pond of white lotuses in Chang'an—graceful, elegant, and ethereal, as if not of this mortal world.
Now, he cradled the blooming lotus, peeling back its tender, tightly clustered petals one by one, revealing the dewy, delicate stamen hidden within. A sweet, intense fragrance enveloped him.
Tanmoroqie arched his back, burying his head between her legs, devoutly pleasuring her.
From the inside out, the most intimate, direct, and primal form of intrusion and adoration.
The cool touch of the Buddhist beads reminded her that the one kneeling before her was Tanmoroqie.
Waves of uncontrollable pleasure washed over her, climbing to a peak. For her first time, it was overwhelmingly intense. Her chest heaved, her breath grew ragged, and the lotus trembled violently, on the verge of collapse.
A helpless, low moan escaped her lips as the lotus fully bloomed.
A subtle fragrance filled the air.
Tanmoroqie straightened up, his warm, damp kisses landing on her sweat-dampened temples. He gathered her limp, melting form into his arms and asked breathlessly, "Do you like it?"
His voice, usually cool and composed as he recited Scriptures to her every night, now spoke these words.
Yaoying trembled uncontrollably a few more times, burying her face in his chest. She opened her mouth to bite him, though she had little strength left, nibbling defiantly.
He seemed to chuckle, his chest vibrating softly as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers.
Sweat dripped from his brow, scalding her skin. She could feel his hardened desire gently rubbing against her, the muscles in his arms tensing as he supported himself above her.
She reached up to cling to his taut back, wanting to rise and press against him. One hand wandered downward—she loved watching him.
Tanmoroqie shuddered, holding her tighter. His voice was hoarse as he whispered, "Don't get up... it will hurt you..."
With firm pressure, he pushed her back down as she struggled to rise, gently probing inward.
Yaoying shivered softly, relaxing her body.He still couldn't fully enter, his waist swaying gently as he gradually pressed inward. This sensation was utterly torturous! Agonizing, yet impossible to resist, but he dared not rush, patiently waiting bit by bit for her to adjust.
This was completely insufficient.
Insufficient to soothe his repression, to compensate for his torment.
Everything around them vanished from sight, his eyes held only her - her limpid autumn-water eyes, sweat-dampened flushed face, soft and sweet lips.
No matter how many books he had read, only when truly tasting the experience did he realize the remembered knowledge had shattered into fragmented phrases, utterly useless.
He wanted to enter, to become one with her, to lose himself in the pleasure she gave him, to make her bloom completely beneath him.
Since he had already entered the mortal world, he would take the most supreme pleasure it could offer.
She had long lost control, weeping until her face was streaked with tears.
Yaoying sobbed uncontrollably.
The candlelight dimmed, the densely hung Felt Curtains lifted by night wind blowing through the cracks, swaying gently, the spring water in the pool shimmering with fragmented candlelight.
Steam rose in curling tendrils, filling the chamber with sounds of passion.
The jade dome vaguely reflected the scene by the poolside - the man's bare back and thighs arching in sharp lines, glistening with sweat that gave off an alluring sheen. His tall, lean yet powerful frame completely enveloped the person beneath him. A pair of dazzlingly white arms clung tightly to his shoulders, a string of moonbeam-like Buddhist Beads at the wrist knocking rhythmically against his tensed shoulders, swaying gently.
Ultimate torment, yet also ultimate pleasure.
Unaware of how much time had passed, Yaoying's consciousness grew hazy again, exhausted to the extreme, her long hair disheveled and damply sticking to her face. He remained energetically plundering, thrusting, repeatedly dragging her into the waves and sending her to the peak.
The hands tightly gripping her waist were frighteningly hot.
Tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, Yaoying felt the muscles of his body tensing and swelling. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly, her red lips slightly parted as she wept by his ear: "Master... I want you..."
Tanmoroqie uncontrollably stiffened his entire body, overwhelming pleasure soaring to the heavens once more. Burying himself within her, he let out a muffled groan.
Body and soul, love and desire - he gave them all to her.
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