CHAPTER 11: DAO OF DESIRE (18+)

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Dao of Desire

"Uncle Qingxuan, how much longer until we reach the capital?" I turned my head and asked Daoist Qingxuan softly.

"Soon, we should arrive before nightfall," Daoist Qingxuan replied unhurriedly, gazing into the distance.

Daoist Qingxuan and I sat steadily at the front of the carriage, holding the reins.

Ever since we finished soaking in the spiritual spring, Mother had invited Old Hao into the carriage. After all, Old Hao had a special status and couldn’t always be made to drive the carriage.

Initially, Old Hao disagreed, saying he was worried about leaving me alone outside to drive. It wasn’t until Daoist Qingxuan considerately offered to keep me company that Old Hao finally entered the carriage.

"Uncle, this is the first time Mother and I have come down from the mountain. We know very little about the outside world. Could you explain things to us?"

Qingxuan nodded gently and began to speak:

"Let’s first discuss the organizer of this cultivator martial arts tournament. The Longevity Sect can be said to stand supreme, being the number one sect in the world, with many experts within. Their sect master has been in seclusion for years, his strength unfathomably deep. Deputy Sect Master Ye Canglan is the only one below the sect master at the Destiny Knowing realm, with several other experts at the Dao Comprehension and Divine Transformation realms providing protection. As for other sects, their top experts are merely at the Divine Transformation realm. I, this old man, have cultivated diligently for half a lifetime and have only now reached the Nascent Soul realm, still quite far from Divine Transformation."

"Oh." I nodded to show I understood, then asked further: "What about other circumstances?"

"This time, I’m afraid the Longevity Sect and His Majesty the Emperor intend to unify control over cultivators, then drive them to resist the demon clans from the Ten Thousand Great Mountains to the north."

Demon... demon clans?

At this moment, I felt a bit shocked inside, though thinking about it, having demon clans in this world of cultivators wasn’t surprising. "Demon clans?"

"Yes, demon clans reproduce quickly, their population is quite large, and they’re naturally born with incredibly strong physical bodies."

It seemed the demon clans must be very strong, otherwise the Longevity Sect wouldn’t bother allying with the imperial court. "Then how do ordinary people who can’t become cultivators resist those demon clans?"

"Of course with armies. Even ordinary people, with sufficient spiritual energy tempering their physical qi and blood, have produced some martial artists. Though not as terrifying as cultivators, they are numerous."

Oh, so this was also the reason the imperial court and cultivators could coexist in balance. Even if individual cultivators were powerful, facing hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of martial artist soldiers with some cultivation, the outcome wouldn’t be good.

This also highlighted the strength of the northern demon clans, requiring both armies and cultivators to resist them together.

While I was lost in wild thoughts, suddenly my qi and blood surged within, waves of burning heat arising. I looked at Daoist Qingxuan, who should be experiencing the same thing as me. "Why do I suddenly feel so hot?"

This feeling made my mouth dry and tongue parched, as if a fire of desire was burning inside my body. Daoist Qingxuan looked up at the sky, shaking his head:

"This weather is somewhat strange."

At the same time, he reached up to pull at his collar.

Hmm? Something’s wrong - why is the carriage so quiet?

I concentrated my mind, and images of the inside of the carriage appeared in my consciousness. Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous.

Mother sat inside, adjusting her posture from time to time, her legs sometimes closed, then slightly apart. Her white dress was already thin, and now under the sunlight streaming through the carriage window, it appeared somewhat transparent, clearly showing the white flesh of her thigh roots and plump buttocks. I saw the little nun Zhao Lingxi sitting upright inside the carriage, her hair re-tied in a bun that looked graceful and dignified. She had her eyes closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly - she probably hadn’t entered that selfless, ethereal state yet.

"Oh my..." Mother suddenly exclaimed softly, "This dress of mine was newly made by my eldest disciple, so it doesn’t fit quite right."

She deliberately adjusted her posture, but pretended to "accidentally" use too much force, pulling the neckline of her upper body even more open, revealing large areas of breast flesh. With just a bit more force, you could probably see the two cherry-red points on her chest.

"Sect... Sect Leader Lin," Old Hao spoke with some embarrassment, "your dress is indeed somewhat short."

As he said this, his gaze never looked toward Mother, and his body even unconsciously shifted toward the edge.

Seeing Old Hao somewhat evasive, Mother pretended the carriage accidentally swayed, suddenly falling into Old Hao’s arms. She looked up at Old Hao with her large, watery eyes:

"Why still call me Sect Leader? That sounds so formal. From now on, just call me sister - Sister Lin..."

Old Hao hurriedly tried to help her up, but saw a large expanse of snow-white breast flesh, quickly blushing and looking away with panicked eyes.

"Oh... cough cough... alright, sister... Sister Lin."

"Hehe, this makes us feel like family. In the future, we orphaned mother and son will need Brother Hao to take care of us. If someone bullies us, you can’t just watch the show."

Mother let out silver bell-like laughter, her eyes seductive as silk, her warm breath hitting Old Hao’s face. Seeing Old Hao nod in agreement, she slowly got up, "accidentally" brushing her arm against the tent erected in Old Hao’s crotch. In the image in my mind, Mother was surrounded by a pink aura - this was probably the effect of the "Beast Desire Technique." Even a master like Old Hao couldn’t quite withstand it in this environment. After getting up from Old Hao, Mother didn’t return to her own seat, but leaned against Old Hao’s side, sitting close to him, crossing her legs and revealing her clean, delicate little feet. She leaned sideways against Old Hao’s ear and said softly:

"Is your old brother sick? So hard..."

Her slender fingers traced across Old Hao’s chest seemingly casually, slowly exploring downward. "Don’t..."

Old Hao’s eyes were panicked, his breathing becoming rapid.

After all, Zhao Lingxi was still in the carriage, so Old Hao was somewhat at a loss, but the tent in his crotch became increasingly obvious. "Little Lingxi is meditating quietly. She probably can’t sense anything right now and won’t notice."

This was probably just an excuse. At the spiritual spring, Old Hao had sensed the two women’s debauchery. Although Zhao Lingxi was sitting there properly at the moment, her occasionally trembling eyelashes showed she could sense what was happening in the carriage - she was just pretending.

Fortunately, she wasn’t the direct target of seduction, barely maintaining clarity through Daoist mental techniques.

But Mother’s seductive and alluring words kept drilling into her ears, making her whole body burn with heat. That shameful desire made her somewhat unable to suppress it.

"Don’t be shy..." Mother’s slender fingers gently caressed the tent in Old Hao’s crotch. "Such a hard stick, sister must comfort it properly to fulfill my duty as a sister..." Mother’s voice was extremely sweet.

After speaking, Mother suddenly grasped the shaft and began slowly stroking up and down. Although separated by pants, the intense pleasure made Old Hao’s expression hard to conceal, his breathing gradually becoming heavier. "Sister Lin... no... this isn’t proper."

His voice had traces of trembling and hoarseness, but he didn’t seem to mean to stop her. Mother’s eyes flashed with triumph. "What’s wrong?" Mother leaned close to Old Hao’s ear. "Do you think sister isn’t worthy of touching you here?"

Old Hao shook his head repeatedly: "No... not that..."

"Then you’re disgusted with sister?" Mother deliberately acted coquettish. "It’s clearly so hard..."

"No... no..." Old Hao hurriedly explained.

"Then let sister serve you properly..." Mother suddenly sat up straight. "As repayment for you taking care of sister in the future..."

Before she finished speaking, Mother had already untied Old Hao’s belt.

Her boneless hands gently explored into his pants, causing Old Hao to shiver.

"Sister..." Old Hao’s voice trembled. Old Hao panted heavily. "I... I..."

"Don’t worry... sister will make you comfortable," she deliberately lowered her voice, "just like this."

She finally released that burning hot rod, which gleamed with a pinkish luster under the candlelight.

Mother’s eyes flashed with a red glint of desire, her fragrant tongue licking at her red lips. "Brother’s cock... this pink color looks very young."

At this moment, Zhao Lingxi could no longer endure it, secretly opening her eyes just in time to see this scene.

She immediately held her breath, her heartbeat beginning to accelerate.

Even though the debauchery at the spiritual spring had given her some psychological preparation, Mother now seemed like a lustful slut, holding a man’s member in her hand, her eyes flickering with pink, lewd light.

"Let sister..." Mother leaned close to Old Hao’s ear, "serve you properly..."

After speaking, she bent down, opening her red lips to take that massive thing into her mouth.

Zhao Lingxi gasped, looking at everything before her in disbelief.

She had never imagined that the usually gentle and elegant Sword Immortal Lin would perform such lewd acts less than a meter away from her.

Mother’s oral skills were very practiced, her tongue flexibly coiling around Old Hao’s rod, occasionally making wet sucking sounds.

Old Hao’s body trembled continuously, not daring to open his eyes, only making heavy panting sounds with his eyes closed.

"Sister..." he spoke with difficulty, "stop... please..."

"Mm?" Mother released Old Hao’s rod from her mouth, raising her body to say: "Isn’t brother comfortable?"

"Comfortable, yes comfortable..." Old Hao stammered, "but..."

"Brother just needs to close his eyes and enjoy."

Mother quickened the stroking speed in her hand. "Brother’s cock... so hard..."

"I... I will..." Old Hao’s voice began to tremble.

"Will what?" Mother pressed, "Tell sister..."

"Will shoot out..." Old Hao finally told the truth.

"Then shoot it for sister..." Mother’s voice became even sweeter, "Sister wants... brother’s semen..."

"Sister..." Old Hao hissed, his body beginning to tremble violently.

Mother bent down and swallowed the rod even deeper, her red lips tightly wrapping around the glans. Her fingers were still continuously massaging Old Hao’s scrotum, kneading those two testicles.

"Ah..." Old Hao suddenly moaned low, his body suddenly stiffening.

Mother immediately used her mouth to catch all the gushing semen.

Zhao Lingxi watched this scene, feeling her whole body burning with heat, her breathing becoming rapid.

After the climax, Old Hao slumped completely in the chair, gasping heavily. Mother licked the semen from the corner of her mouth into her mouth, her face wearing a satisfied smile.

"Such thick semen..." she whispered softly, "truly worthy of being brother..."

Old Hao seemed to have released all the semen he’d accumulated for a long time, and now couldn’t speak.

Mother stood up, looking around. Suddenly, she took out a set of unwashed dirty clothes from the bundle, gently draping them over Old Hao’s head.

"Don’t be anxious..." her voice became even sweeter but carried a hint of evil charm, "sister still has many tricks she hasn’t used yet..."

Before she finished speaking, Mother suddenly looked up, her gaze directed straight at Zhao Lingxi who was peeking. The moment their eyes met, Mother revealed a meaningful smile.

Zhao Lingxi was already aroused, her crotch flooded with lustful fluids.

Mother’s "Beast Desire Technique" and the smell of semen in the carriage completely broke through her defenses, making her like a puppet to be manipulated.

She stared obsessively at Old Hao’s rod covered with Mother’s saliva and semen, her gaze full of longing.

At Mother’s signal, Zhao Lingxi slowly crawled forward, finally kneeling at Old Hao’s crotch.

That intense masculine scent hit her face, almost making her faint. That smell was like an aphrodisiac, drawing out her truest self.

"Brother Hao..." Mother’s voice was like a spell, "enjoy yourself, don’t move..."

Old Hao hadn’t yet recovered from the earlier climax, only his covered head nodding slightly. Mother stood to the side, her slender fingers gently pressing on the back of Zhao Lingxi’s head.

"Go..." she called softly.

Zhao Lingxi’s body trembled, instinctively moving forward. She slightly parted her lips, slowly taking Old Hao’s rod into her mouth. Her pink tongue tip gently licked the remaining semen, making soft wet sounds.

"Ah..."

Old Hao roared low again, his body unconsciously tensing.

Mother’s gaze became even more pink and deep. She leaned close to Zhao Lingxi’s ear, whispering: "Do you miss the taste of cock?"

Zhao Lingxi could no longer think, only mechanically nodding.

Zhao Lingxi’s tongue tip slowly licked up from the base of the rod, finally stopping at the glans to tease gently.

Her red lips wandered lightly over Old Hao’s glans, sometimes wrapping around to lick, sometimes gently sucking the tip.

"Brother..." Mother chuckled softly, "how are sister’s oral skills?"

Old Hao couldn’t speak anymore, only responding with moans.

Mother looked at Zhao Lingxi, her seductive eyes showing approval. "...A natural little slut, knows how to serve men."

Her fingers threaded through Zhao Lingxi’s hair, gently massaging her scalp with tender caresses. Zhao Lingxi whimpered, working even harder to swallow Old Hao’s rod.

Her tongue tip flexibly coiled around the shaft, occasionally making sweet wet sounds.

Mother also lowered her head, her red lips touching Old Hao’s scrotum, taking one testicle into her mouth, her fragrant tongue rolling inside. Her other hand held Old Hao’s hand and gently squeezed, signaling him not to move. Old Hao now knew it wasn’t just Mother alone - he didn’t need to think to know the other person was Zhao Lingxi. But the touch from her hand signaled him not to move. His already tense body became even more tense. Mother’s hand on Zhao Lingxi’s head gently pressed down.

Zhao Lingxi seemed to understand her intention, immediately knowing what to do.

Her lips traveled down along the rod, finally stopping at the base.

At the same time, Zhao Lingxi also began sucking Old Hao’s other testicle. The pleasure of having both testicles contained made Old Hao gasp.

"Hiss... ah... I..." Old Hao’s voice was trembling, his heavy panting carrying barely suppressible desire.

Mother’s hand moved from Zhao Lingxi’s head, her slender fingers grasping Old Hao’s erect shaft, stroking up and down. The glans occasionally spurted transparent fluid. Two beauties each held a testicle in their mouths, continuously stirring with their tongues.

"Mm..." Old Hao’s breathing became even more rapid, "Can’t... going to shoot..."

Mother’s red lips curved in a seductive smile: "Then shoot again... shoot for me..."

Before she finished speaking, Old Hao could no longer hold back. The long-accumulated essence burst forth again, covering both beauties’ faces.

White semen slid down their cheeks, adding even more lewdness.

"Ah..." The covered Old Hao panted, "Sorry... I..."

"It’s okay..." Mother chuckled softly, "anyway..."

She moved close to Zhao Lingxi’s face, their red lips intertwining.

Mother’s agile tongue explored Zhao Lingxi’s mouth, rolling up the share of semen belonging to her from the other’s lips.

At the same time, Zhao Lingxi made the same motion.

Their tongues chased each other in their mouths, sharing that fishy taste.

After a long time, they slowly separated, silver threads still connecting their lips and teeth. Their cheeks flushed with an unusual red, their eyes full of misty desire.

"How was it..." Mother leaned against Zhao Lingxi’s ear and whispered, "Delicious?"

Zhao Lingxi’s face flushed as she nodded slightly. "Want to eat more?" Mother’s smile deepened.

"Yes..." Zhao Lingxi unconsciously answered, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.

Mother nodded with satisfaction, her gaze turning to Old Hao again:

"Brother Hao..." her voice remained sweet, "comfortable?"

Old Hao nodded repeatedly, completely lost in this lewd play.

The sun set in the west, evening clouds dyeing half the sky red, adding a mysterious atmosphere to this lewd scene.

The ring on my hand continuously transmitted wisps of green energy, slowly flowing into my body. Now that I had reached the Nascent Soul realm, this green energy could no longer rapidly fill my body’s meridians like before, but on this road lacking spiritual energy, it was still a hundred times stronger.

I guided that green energy while continuing to watch this lewd scene in my mind.

Although the master Old Hao had already climaxed twice, under Mother’s tongue he became vigorous again. Mother pulled Zhao Lingxi to her side, signaling her to lift her Daoist robe. Zhao Lingxi offered no resistance, instead obediently complying as if bewitched.

Beneath that blue-green Daoist robe was a youthful body like white jade.

Her skin was smooth and delicate, her slender waist setting off her full breasts. Two slender beautiful legs trembled slightly, telling of their owner’s inner desire.

Her private parts were covered by extremely thin undergarments, but under Mother’s finger touches, they had long become soaked and transparent, clinging to those flower petals. Each touch of her fingers made Zhao Lingxi involuntarily let out a delicate gasp, then force herself to cover her mouth.

Mother slowly removed Zhao Lingxi’s final covering, exposing her perfect, flawless honey buttocks in the somewhat dim carriage.

Mother gently caressed the inside of her smooth thighs, each fingertip touch making the girl’s body tremble continuously.

"Very eager, aren’t you..." she leaned close to her ear. Zhao Lingxi bit her lower lip, her eyes covered with a layer of misty moisture.

Her body was already prepared to welcome that rod, the moist slickness at her honey hole telling of her inner desire.

Between her legs was already muddy, honey flowing slowly down the inside of her thighs.

Seeing this, Mother gently supported her waist, guiding her to straddle Old Hao.

Zhao Lingxi’s eyes were misty but her buttocks slowly descended. Mother grasped Old Hao’s thick rod, the glans pressing against Zhao Lingxi’s flower petals.

The huge glans pushed apart her honey lips, slowly entering her body bit by bit.

That burning sensation penetrated through layers of resistance into her body, making her tremble all over.

Zhao Lingxi slowly sank down, swallowing that thick rod bit by bit.

After the entire rod was completely swallowed, she slowly raised her honey buttocks. When the glans was almost half withdrawn, she slowly descended again. Mother sat opposite, watching this scene with satisfaction.

She undid her own neckline, cupping her full breasts, offering those red nipples to Zhao Lingxi’s mouth.

"Taste..." Mother whispered softly.

Zhao Lingxi took Mother’s nipple in her mouth, suppressing her moans. Mother’s eyes became increasingly pink as she held the jade dildo between her legs, slowly and rhythmically thrusting.

Three distinctly different panting sounds echoed in the carriage. Each of Zhao Lingxi’s movements carried perfect rhythm, her slender waist like a living snake, deeply swallowing Old Hao’s rod. The tender flesh inside her hole tightly wrapped around the invader, secreting honey that flowed down from their joining point.

Mother held that jade-green dildo with one hand, and with her waist’s graceful movements, the jade dildo thrust in and out of her already flooded honey hole, making wet squishing sounds.

"Ah..." Mother moaned softly, "Brother Hao’s cock... feels so good..."

Zhao Lingxi watched this scene, the fire inside her burning even more fiercely.

She quickened her stroking speed, allowing Old Hao’s rod to penetrate even deeper.

That usually somewhat cute pretty face was now covered in red clouds, her eyes full of intoxicated expression.

"Little Lingxi..." Mother leaned to her ear, "tell me... what does it feel like?"

Zhao Lingxi panted softly, not caring about anything else as she said: "So swollen... so hot... going to melt..."

Mother smiled with satisfaction: "This is a woman’s greatest pleasure..."

Her slender fingers slid across Zhao Lingxi’s cheek.

Old Hao let out a low moan. Even with his eyes covered, he seemed to see that youthful, beautiful body writhing on top of him.

The temperature in the carriage continued to climb, all three people’s breathing becoming rapid.

Zhao Lingxi’s crotch was already muddy, each impact making wet slapping sounds.

Mother’s jade hand rapidly thrust inside her body, bringing out crystal honey.

"Brother Hao..." Mother called softly, "going to shoot?"

Old Hao answered hoarsely: "Almost... almost..."

"Give it all to us..." Mother’s voice was full of seduction, "let us taste your flavor..."

Zhao Lingxi also quickened her movements, meeting Old Hao’s final sprint.

Her breasts bounced violently inside her Daoist robe with the motion, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.

"Ah..." Old Hao finally let out a low roar, "Coming..."

In an instant, a large amount of burning semen burst forth, filling Zhao Lingxi’s flower heart.

At the same moment, Mother also reached climax, her jade hand’s movements becoming even more intense.

Only the rapid panting of three people remained in the carriage, along with the mixed scent of semen and lustful fluids.

Clang clang...

Two sounds of knocking on the carriage’s wooden panels:

"We’re almost at the capital."

Daoist Qingxuan’s voice came from outside the carriage. At this moment, most of my energy was controlling the large amount of green energy that had suddenly appeared. I discovered Daoist Qingxuan’s action too late to stop, but fortunately, he only knocked to remind those inside that they were almost there. But Daoist Qingxuan’s voice made Zhao Lingxi suddenly wake up, and waves of shame instantly overwhelmed her.

She, Zhao Lingxi, had actually done such shameful things in the carriage while her master was driving!

But the more shameful it was, the stronger that exciting feeling became. She could feel her honey hole contracting, every inch of tender flesh greedily sucking Old Hao’s already-ejaculated rod.

"The capital at night is still very prosperous. Lingxi, didn’t you always say you wanted to see the capital’s night scene again?" Daoist Qingxuan’s voice came again.

Zhao Lingxi held her breath, not even daring to let out a moan. She bit her lower lip hard, afraid of revealing half a hint of pleasure.

Old Hao had obviously also heard the commotion outside, his whole body freezing.

But even so, his still-erect rod was deeply buried in Zhao Lingxi’s body, twitching and throbbing, as if the earlier semen hadn’t been completely expelled.

"Ah..." Zhao Lingxi trembled lightly, "Ah... don’t..."

Her body betrayed her will, beginning to writhe uncontrollably.

That transgressive pleasure, combined with the fear of being discovered, amplified her senses infinitely.

Her body writhed violently, the tender flesh in her hole like thousands of little mouths, frantically sucking Old Hao’s rod.

The sudden stimulation made Old Hao also lose control. His rod that had just ejaculated slowly hardened again, letting out low pants.

She quickened her movements. The newly hardened cock struck her flower heart with each impact.

Honey continuously flowed out, accumulating in a puddle on the seat.

In the carriage, Zhao Lingxi’s moans became increasingly high-pitched: "Ah... can’t take it... going to come..."

Her voice carried a sobbing tone but also revealed a trace of pleasure.

That contradictory feeling was like wandering between heaven and hell.

Even without using my voyeuristic ability, I could faintly hear Lingxi’s sob-tinged voice from outside the carriage. Daoist Qingxuan seemed to sense something, his voice carrying doubt:

"What’s wrong? Are you injured?"

He immediately wanted to enter the carriage to check, one hand pushing open the carriage door. At this very moment, Zhao Lingxi finally couldn’t withstand the inner contradiction and physical pleasure.

Her little hole suddenly contracted, wrapping around Old Hao’s rod like an octopus.

An unprecedented hot stream gushed from her flower heart, impacting Old Hao’s glans.

"Mm..." Old Hao let out a muffled grunt, almost ejaculating again.

He felt his rod being absorbed by a rotating whirlpool, the tender flesh inside wriggling, bringing incomparable pleasure.

Zhao Lingxi’s body was still trembling uncontrollably. The extreme pleasure brought by that gushing made her almost suffocate. Her brain was already occupied by pleasure, only able to emit broken moans.

"Ah... ah..."

Mother bent over and emerged from the door pushed open by Daoist Qingxuan, her chest revealing snow-white breast flesh due to her improperly fastened neckline. Seeing this, Daoist Qingxuan quickly lowered his head, no longer looking.

"It’s nothing, the child accidentally twisted her ankle, Old Hao is rubbing it for her."

Mother’s body and long dress blocked the endless spring scenery inside the carriage. From my side position, I vaguely saw Zhao Lingxi crouching sideways on Old Hao’s body. Between her legs at her crotch, streams of yellow liquid were splashing out. A faint fishy, musky smell slowly drifted from the carriage.

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