Free Web NovelChapter 18: 18. The Heavy Release And Face Makeup Of Meiyin(18+)
The atmosphere inside the primary bedchamber had completely dissolved into an arena of lawless sensory overload. The sheer density of the air was intoxicating, thick with the concentrated aroma of boiled celestial qi and the heavy, sweet musk of Meiyin’s subconscious succubus pheromones.
It felt as though a localized spiritual domain had expanded over the grand mattress, isolating us entirely from the laws of the outside world.
The early morning sunlight filtering through the silken curtains was no longer clean or pristine; it was bent and warped by the raw, shimmering waves of heat radiating directly from our tangled bodies.
"Ah... Dad, look! It’s leaking so much faster now," Meiyin whispered, her voice a breathless, melodic trill that vibrated with absolute fascination.
She did not wait for my permission. Her small, delicate hands continued their rhythmic, unyielding ascent along the fully engorged, eleven-inch shaft, her palms thoroughly lubricated by the continuous flow of heavy pre-essence.
Every single stroke she executed was terrifyingly precise, her slender fingers squeezing the dark-veined flesh with just enough force to compress the deep spiritual meridians running along the underside.
Slick... slid... wet... squelch...
The slick, wet friction of her skin gliding against the throbbing column echoed loudly in the quiet room. My vision blurred violently at the edges, the crimson flush of my anatomy pulsing aggressively under her direct, instinctive manipulation.
The psychological weight of the taboo was actively dismantling my defenses, acting as a profound catalyst that supercharged the physical stimulation to a point of near-madness.
"Meiyin... slower," I choked out, my jaw locking tight as a violent tremor coursed straight down my spine. "You must... maintain control. Do not accelerate the rhythm."
"But I want to see the rest of it come out!" she protested with a small, needy whine, her vibrant pink eyes completely wide and glazed over with a love-struck, trance-like hunger.
Her demonic lineage had completely taken the wheel. She shifted her knees closer, straddling the space between my thighs without a single hint of maidenly modesty, her disheveled pink hair swaying wildly as she leaned her flushing face right over the bared, monstrous tip.
She could feel the immense, localized pressure of my life-force hammering against her palms, a raw masculine authority that her awakening physiology was desperately craving to master.
Inside her frantic, looping thoughts, the boundary between master and disciple had turned to complete ash. ’It feels so good to hold him like this,’ she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
’He’s mine right now. This massive, hot pillar belongs to me, and I’m making him make those heavy, deep sounds. I want more of that sweet, warm nectar. I want it to fill me up.’
"Ngh... damn it..."
A low, guttural groan tore from my throat as her tiny thumbs suddenly dug right into the ultra-sensitive rim of the flared head.
The direct, unvarnished pressure against the engorged corona sent a volcanic shockwave straight to my core.
My hyper-addictive celestial essence broke past its final internal seals, surging upward through my cultivation channels like a raging tidal wave that could no longer be contained by mortal willpower.
"Meiyin, release your grip! Now!" I commanded, my voice dropping into a raw, desperate register that carried absolutely none of its former sovereign composure.
"No! I’m not letting go!" she cried out defiantly, her spoiled entitlement flaring to its absolute limits. Instead of pulling away, she tightened her small fingers around the base of the throbbing shaft, using both of her hands to squeeze the eleven-inch column with a sudden, desperate surge of physical strength.
That was the absolute breaking point.
Throb! Throb!
The monstrous length spasmed violently within her tight grasp, giving three heavy, aggressive jerks before the volcanic reservoir of my life-force erupted entirely.
Pshhh—spurt! Gush!
A monstrous, unending torrent of concentrated celestial essence violently burst from the slit of the flared tip, shooting upward in a powerful, high-pressure barrage that completely obliterated the remaining distance between us.
Splat! Splat! Glug...
Heavy, scalding white waves flooded forward, entirely drowning Meiyin’s beautiful, flushing face, catching her right across her wide eyes, coating her trembling eyelids, and sealing her parted pink lips beneath a thick glaze.
The sheer, cataclysmic volume of the release completely drenched her disheveled pink hair, turning the silky strands heavy and white.
Ropes of the patriarchal vitality poured down her chin in hot streams, while a substantial amount spilled past her collarbone, warm and dense, completely ruining the pristine fabric of the thin nightwear she was wearing as it soaked through the cloth and pooled against her bare skin beneath.
"Ah...!"
Meiyin let out a small, muffled gasp beneath the sudden deluge, her body freezing completely as the intense, boiling heat of the celestial essence splattered against her sensitive skin.
Her large, love-struck eyes blinked rapidly through the white streaks, utterly stunned by the sudden, aggressive force of the eruption.
Yet, there was no fear or disgust on her face, only a profound, wide-eyed awe as she stared down at the massive shaft, which was still pulsing rhythmically beneath her hands, leaking thick, heavy ropes of white cream that coated her fingers entirely.
The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of our ragged, synchronized breathing.
The sweet pheromone cloud from her skin grew twice as thick, reacting violently to the raw, concentrated smell of the divine fluid now dripping across the mattress and her ruined nightwear.
Driven by a sudden, primal greed, Meiyin brought both of her sticky hands up to her face, using her small palms and slender fingers to eagerly scoop up the heavy layers of white essence coating her cheeks, forehead, and lips, gathering the entire monstrous bounty before shoving it all directly into her mouth.
Slurp... gulp... squelch... swallow...
She swallowed hungrily, her delicate throat working as she took every single drop of the thick, patriarchal vitality inside, desperate to consume the intoxicating power entirely.
"Mnhhh... haah..."
A deep, trembling whimper of absolute, mind-melting bliss escaped her throat as she licked the remaining cream from her fingers.
Her eyes rolled back slightly, the swirling pink hues turning incredibly dark and hazy as the rich, hyper-concentrated burst of pure celestial qi rushed through her unawakened demonic meridians like a lightning bolt.
It was a thousand times more potent than the pre-essence, an explosive influx of divine energy that immediately sent a wave of melting, slick heat straight between her thighs, turning her core completely hot and wet.
"Dad..." she whispered, her voice dripping with a needy, thoroughly broken desperation as she looked up through the remaining white splatters on her skin.
"It’s... it’s so sweet. Give me more... please, make it come out again..."
The sight of Meiyin kneeling on the mattress, her face completely painted in the thick, white traces of my celestial vitality, shattered whatever remained of my logical understanding.
Hearing her voice drop into that needy, desperate plea for more of the divine fluid sent a fresh, blinding shockwave of heat straight into my lower dantian.
Instead of softening or entering a natural refractory period as any normal mortal biology would, my cultivation core violently flared in response to her raw succubus allure.
Throb.
With a sudden, aggressive surge of spiritual pressure, the eleven-inch monolithic shaft hardened right back to its absolute limits. It stood completely rigid and unyielding once more between us, pointing directly toward her flushing face.
The thick veins along the length swelled to a deeper crimson, pulsing with an even greater, more menacing intensity than before the cataclysmic eruption.
Meiyin blinked rapidly, her love-struck pink eyes widening in pure surprise as she caught sight of the immediate resurrection. The sheer, relentless stamina of a peak cultivator’s anatomy was entirely outside her comprehension, leaving her momentarily spellbound.
"Ah..." she breathed, letting out a small, amazed gasp as she leaned her head down closer to inspect the unyielding structure.
"It’s... it’s already hard again? Even after all of that came out?"
Her initial shock melted back into a deep, insatiable curiosity. Completely captivated by how quickly the massive column had reclaimed its absolute dominance, she did not pull away.
Instead, she slowly extended her right hand, hovering her slender index finger right over the glistening, fully engorged head.
With extreme gentleness, she dragged the pad of her finger right across the slit of the flared tip, expertly scooping up the thick, remaining leftover cream that was still sluggishly weeping from the peak.
Holding her glistening finger up to her face, she tilted her head slightly to the side. She extended her long, pink tongue, slowly and deliberately tracing the pad of her skin to lick the thick, warm essence away.
Sluuurp... lick... smack...
A profoundly blissful expression washed over her beautiful features, her long eyelashes fluttering shut as she thoroughly savored the concentrated celestial nectar. The intoxicating energy sang through her unawakened demonic meridians once more, locking us both even deeper into the heavy, suffocating trap of her awakening power.
Like a sudden clap of thunder tearing through a dense, suffocating fog, a cold shock of absolute clarity pierced through my fractured mind.
The word daughter echoed violently within my inner consciousness, hitting my boiling cultivation core with the freezing force of an arctic gale.
The thick, intoxicating illusion of the succubus pheromones shattered instantly, exposing the stark reality of the transgression we were hovering on the precipice of committing.
I was her father, her sovereign protector, and her master. I was not a puppet to be pulled by the primal, unawakened instincts of her demonic heritage.
Forcing my trembling muscles to obey my sudden surge of mental willpower, I dragged my physical body backward across the mattress.
The movement was sharp and deliberate, instantly breaking the hazardous proximity that had nearly ruined my sanity. With a swift, white-knuckled grip, I snatched the heavy fabric of my parted white robes and pulled them firmly back over my lap, entirely concealing the monstrous, eleven-inch rigid length from her spellbound sight.
"That is enough, Meiyin," I commanded, my voice dropping into an icy register that carried the absolute, immovable weight of a patriarch. The ragged, breathless weakness was gone, replaced by a stern authority that left no room for argument.
"The inspection is concluded. Sit up and compose yourself immediately."
The sudden, harsh shift in my aura caught her completely off guard. Meiyin froze in place, her long tongue stalling against her glistening lower lip as the blissful, love-struck warmth in her pink eyes shattered under my freezing tone.
Her small frame trembled, not from the rush of my celestial essence this time, but from a sudden, crushing wave of emotional rejection.
Slowly, her satin-black tail uncoiled entirely from the bedsheets.
The playful, predatory energy it had held just moments ago vanished completely, leaving the slender appendage to droop low and lifeless over the edge of the mattress in absolute disappointment.
Her brow furrowed into a deep, heavy scowl, and her large pink eyes immediately welled with a fresh, pathetic layer of sad tears. Her lower lip protruded into a fierce, trembling pout as she prepared to unleash another storm of spoiled, entitled protests to force my submission.
"But Dad, you promised me!" she whimpered loudly, her voice cracking with a desperate, manipulative sorrow as she tried to crawl forward again to breach the distance.
"You said you would do anything to make up for earlier! It is not fair for you to just stop when I am asking for more!"
This time, however, the crumbling ruins of my restraint did not give way. I met her tearful, pleading gaze with an unblinking, iron-clad focus that completely paralyzed her petulant behavior.
I did not soften my expression, nor did I offer a single word of comfort to soothe her wounded pride. I remained an absolute, unyielding wall of parental discipline, letting her know through my silent, commanding presence that her spoiled tactics had officially reached their limit.
"Excessive indulgence in any force, no matter how divine, is inherently detrimental to your spiritual health and cultivation foundation," I spoke, my voice ringing with an absolute, uncompromising clarity that echoed off the high walls of the bedchamber.
"Too much of anything is simply bad for your well-being, Meiyin. Look at the state you are in. You have allowed your base instincts to completely cloud your judgment and discipline."
Meiyin remained frozen on her knees, her lower lip trembling violently as she stared at the heavy fabric of my white robes now securely shielding my lap.
The absolute finality in my tone made it abundantly clear that her usual manipulative tantrums would find no purchase here.
"Go to the bathing chamber and cleanse yourself immediately," I commanded, gesturing toward the adjoining room.
"A thorough shower will provide the physical refreshment and mental clarity you clearly require right now. Wash away the residue, change your ruined attire, and do not return until you have fully mastered your composure."
Realizing that her spoiled behavior had officially hit an immovable wall, she let out a loud, frustrated huff. She glanced down at her sticky hands and the heavily stained front of her thin nightwear, her cheeks flaring a bright crimson as the cold reality of her messy state finally caught up to her.
Slowly, with her satin-black tail still dragging dejectedly along the spirit-wood floor, she dragged her feet off the mattress and shuffled toward the bathing quarters, closing the heavy wooden door behind her with a sharp, resentful click.
The moment the lock turned, the heavy silence of the isolation settled over me. I let out a long, shuddering exhale, my shoulders finally dropping as the immense psychological weight of the encounter began to lift.
Closing my eyes, I turned my awareness inward, sinking deep into the quietest corner of my sea of consciousness where the system manifestation resided.
"Lucy," I demanded mentally, my thoughts sharp and laced with a profound, lingering frustration. "Explain what just happened. My spiritual willpower has been forged through decades of absolute discipline, yet I completely lost a fraction of my control back there.
My internal defenses crumbled almost instantly. Why did my logic fail so miserably against a mere unawakened bloodline?"
A soft, melodious chuckle echoed through my mind, dripping with absolute amusement and a touch of systemic wit.
’Oh, honestly, Host, don’t be so incredibly hard on your pristine ego,’ Lucy countered smoothly, her digital presence shimmering with a teasing warmth.
’You didn’t lose control because your legendary willpower is suddenly failing you. You lost control because your defenses were at absolute zero.’
’What do you mean by that?’ I questioned, my mental brow furrowed.
’Think about it, Host,’ Lucy explained, her tone shifting into a more analytical cadence. ’Even though her succubus bloodline is still incredibly weak, dormant, and largely unawakened, you are entirely vulnerable to its effects because of who she is to you.
She is your daughter. Because of that bond, you would never erect a spiritual barrier against her, nor would you ever guard your mind or soul from her presence. You live with the absolute, unshakeable certainty that she would never do anything to hurt you, which is completely true. She has no malice.
But because your guard is completely dropped around her, even the faintest, subconscious flicker of her lineage can slip right past your legendary defenses and target your core without meeting a single shred of resistance.’
She paused for a brief moment, letting the structural reality settle into my mind before delivering the final conclusion.
’Your body and your meridians didn’t fail because you lack discipline, Host. They reacted because you have chosen to leave yourself entirely defenseless in her hands.
If you do not learn to balance your protective parental trust with a tiny fraction of spiritual caution, the raw purity of your celestial essence will continue to remain completely exposed to her awakening instincts.’
