Free Web NovelChapter 7: 7. Elder Su’s Forbidden Domain(18+)
The walk from the grand assembly hall toward Serene Blossom Peak, the shared residence of Elder Su and her husband Elder Mo, was a masterclass in unspoken tension.
To any passing cultivator, we were simply two high-ranking elders discussing sect business. My posture remained impeccably straight, my hands resting casually behind my back as my white robes caught the mountain breeze.
Beside me, Su Rulan maintained a graceful, dignified pace. Under the afternoon sun, her appearance was a striking contrast to the icy, unyielding nature of my wife.
Rulan possessed a remarkably gentle face, her soft features radiating a mature, welcoming warmth. Her long, slightly brown hair cascaded down her back in elegant waves, catching hints of amber light with every step she took.
Beneath the silk of her inner court elder robes, her body possessed perfectly proportioned, moderate curves, her chest and hips moving with a subtle, hypnotic rhythm that she seemed completely unaware of.
As we navigated the winding cobblestone pathways of the inner court, I decided to break the silence.
"A year of dead silence is a long time in the cultivation world, Rulan," I spoke quietly, my voice pitched low enough that it only reached her ears. "Tell me, how have things shifted within the peaks while I was away?"
Rulan kept her gaze fixed ahead, though a soft flush crept onto her cheeks at the casual intimacy of her personal name.
"The internal factions have grown restless, Jianxiao," she murmured, her voice carrying a slight tremor. "With the ancient ruins opening in less than ten days, the allocation of entry slots has caused severe friction. My... Elder Mo has been aggressively rallying the outer peak elders. He is trying to secure a legacy technique from the ruins to force a breakthrough, which is why he took in Ye Chen. He believes the boy’s bizarre luck will guide him to it."
"A desperate gamble for an old fossil," I replied smoothly.
’An old fossil betting on a broken child of fate,’ Lucy’s voice chimed in my mind, a soft, mocking chuckle echoing through my consciousness. ’A pathetic match made in heaven. Just ensure you crush them thoroughly when the time comes, my Jianxiao. But for now, you have more... exquisite matters to attend to.’
I masked my internal amusement and continued aloud, "And what of the Sect Leader? Has her stance shifted?"
"No," Rulan whispered, tilting her head slightly toward me. "She remains as detached as ever, though your sudden return today has completely disrupted her administrative alignment. No one expected her to summon you openly."
Before I could question her further, our path took us past one of the primary inner court training grounds. A few dozen young male disciples were practicing their sword forms, the ring of steel echoing through the valley.
The moment we came into view, the rhythmic sounds of training abruptly faltered.
Several disciple boys stopped mid-swing, their eyes instantly gluing themselves to Rulan. Despite her status as a married Inner Elder, her gentle beauty and alluring, moderate curves made her a frequent subject of silent adoration among the younger generation.
They gawked openly, their eyes tracing the soft contours of her chest and the elegant sway of her hips beneath her emerald robes. A few of them swallowed hard, completely captivated by the sight of the beautiful, brown-haired elder.
Rulan noticed their stares and immediately shifted her expression, casting a cold, authoritative glance toward the training field that made the disciples rapidly look away, scrambling to resume their sword forms in a panic.
I let out a soft, amused chuckle. "It seems your popularity among the juniors hasn’t waned during my absence, Elder Su."
Rulan’s breath hitched. She looked up at me, her gentle face burning with an intense, unguarded crimson flush. "Jianxiao, please do not tease me. They are just foolish boys who know nothing of the world."
’Oh, she’s absolutely right,’ Lucy purred playfully in my head, her tone dripping with dark, teasing amusement.
’They know absolutely nothing. But you, my dear host, know exactly how to handle a mature, gentle beauty like her. Look at how easily your voice shatters her composure. Her psychological defenses are completely useless against you. I truly cannot wait to watch you break her completely.’
"And what of men who DO know the world?" I asked, deliberately slowing my pace as we finally reached the secluded archway leading to her private summit. "Do they get to appreciate the view?"
Her fingers tightened convulsively around the fabric of her sleeves. The raw, passionate obsession in her system profile flared to life.
She did not answer, but her hurried steps toward her private pavilion spoke volumes.
The heavy wooden doors of her residence slid shut behind us, instantly cutting off the outside world.
Without a single word, Rulan did not even look back. A powerful wave of invisible pressure cascaded from her form as her Early Spirit Severing divine sense washed over the entire summit.
With a mere shift of her intent, a flawless, absolute spatial barrier locked onto the courtyard walls, instantly severing the space from the rest of the mountain. Not a single gasp, whisper, or cry would ever breach a domain woven by a Spirit Severing master.
’My, my,’ Lucy remarked, dropping her playful demeanor for a highly analytical rhythm. ’Using a grandmaster-level Spirit Severing domain just to hide a secret tryst from her own husband. Your psychological weight completely bypasses her higher cultivation realm, Jianxiao. She is entirely defenseless against you.’
The rigid mask of the Inner Elder shattered completely the moment Rulan turned to face me. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath her robes. Her dark eyes were completely dilated, swimming with a potent mixture of forbidden desire and absolute surrender.
I did not give her time to think. I closed the distance instantly, my movements radiating the suffocating confidence of a predator. Rulan instinctively backed up until her spine hit the smooth, polished jade of a courtyard pillar.
I placed one hand flat against the pillar beside her head, trapping her. My other hand reached up, my fingers tangling into her long, slightly brown hair, gently pulling her head back to look at me. Her skin was burning hot to the touch.
"Using your Spirit Severing domain to seal an entire summit the second we step inside," I whispered, my lips barely an inch from her ear.
"Tell me, Rulan. What exactly are you trying to hide from the rest of the mountain?"
"I..." She swallowed hard, her moderate curves pressing flush against my chest as she leaned into my touch. "I do not want anyone to interrupt us. Especially not him."
"Then let us ensure he is forgotten entirely," I murmured.
With a deliberate motion, I pulled the jade pins from her hair, letting the brown locks cascade wildly over her shoulders. I leaned down, dragging my lips along the sensitive skin of her jawline down to her neck. Rulan let out a soft, wrecked moan, her hands coming up to grip the fabric of my white robes with a starving, frantic urgency.
A familiar blue interface flared in my peripheral vision, accompanied by Lucy’s smooth, highly satisfied hum.
[SYSTEM ALERT: Target’s Hidden Desire: ’Forbidden Trysts’ is being actively fulfilled.]
[Bond Score Update: Su Rulan -> 71 / 100]
’A proud inner elder, completely undone by a single look,’ Lucy whispered inside my mind, her tone rich with dark satisfaction. ’Her emotional walls have completely collapsed, Jianxiao. Claim your reward before the sun sets.’
I swept her up into my arms. Rulan gasped, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist as I carried her through the sliding silk doors of her inner bedchamber. The room inside was heavily perfumed with orchid incense, dominated by a massive bed draped in deep emerald sheets.
I deposited her onto the mattress, her brown hair splaying out like a dark halo against the fabric. Her gentle face was entirely glazed over with raw hunger.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I slowly unfastened the belt of my white robes, letting the heavy fabric slip to the floor to reveal my flawless foundation and physique. Rulan’s breath hitched audibly, her gaze locking onto me with absolute, possessive adoration.
"We only have a few hours before the sun sets," I said quietly, crawling over her and bracketing her body with my arms. I reached down, my fingers catching the silken tie of her inner robes. "And I have a meeting with the Sect Leader this evening. We cannot afford to waste a single second."
"Then do not waste them," Rulan whispered, reaching up to pull my mouth down to hers.
My lips clashed with her rose-tinted mouth as I parted the silk of her emerald robes, letting her moderate-sized breasts spill out into the open air, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
My tongue invaded her mouth, asserting absolute dominance as our tongues tangled in a fierce, rhythmic battle, coating our lips in a slick, breathless sheen.
I began to grope her milky-white breasts; they felt incredibly soft, elastic, and perfectly proportioned to fit the palms of my hands. Her breath hitched when my thumb brushed over her chest, her twin peaks instantly hardening in response.
An involuntary, muffled moan escaped her throat as my mouth maintained its unrelenting invasion.
"Mmh... mm..."
Her hands slid down from my chest, tracing a path downward until her fingers brushed against my length.
The moment her hand closed around my semi-hardened shaft, she froze for a split second, completely stunned by its sheer size before it had even reached full rigidity.
’Why is it so massive...?’ she thought frantically, a wave of primal shock washing over her mind. ’No, the word "big" doesn’t even begin to justify this. It feels entirely monstrous...’
Lucy chuckled darkly within my mind. ’Look at her, Jianxiao. A cultivator of the Spirit Severing realm, completely paralyzed by a real man’s weapon. Don’t hold back.’
Even in her daze, her instincts took over as her fingers traced the thick, pulsing veins. I shifted my focus, using one hand to twist and pull at one already erect peak while my mouth latched onto the other tip with burning passion, teasing it hungrily.
"Ahh... ahh... Jianxiao, please... don’t stop..." she cried out, her voice fractured with pleasure.
Overwhelmed by the sensory assault, her hands began to rock my length up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm to keep pace with the heat consuming her.
"Elder Su, let us alter our positioning. I wish to taste you completely." I paused for a moment, observing her crimson-flushed skin, sensitive and deeply marked by the intensity of our shared breath.
"Yes, Jianxiao," she replied, her voice dazed and entirely spent. Her posture had lost all its rigid elder decorum, her disheveled brown hair spilling across the emerald sheets while her deep eyes seemed entirely consumed by a potent mixture of surrender and forbidden desire.
In an instant, our positions shifted, bringing us intimately head-to-toe.
My sapphire-blue eyes locked onto her pristine, glistening heat. The sight immediately caused my posture to tauten, the sheer, unblemished beauty of her form drawing out my full rigidity.
It felt like an untamed, sacred valley that no mortal cultivator was ever truly meant to conquer.
My tongue, guided by a dark curiosity, slipped forward to sample the very edge of her skin with deliberate care.
Elder Su’s body arched instantly in response, her hips rocking instinctively against my mouth as a fractured moan escaped her lips. "Ahhh... Jianxiao. Do not stop..."
While I feasted upon the exquisite view before me, Su Rulan was enduring a silent crisis of reality. Looking down, her gaze locked onto my imposing foundation, now fully unveiled in its monumental proportions.
’Will I even be able to take him?’ she thought frantically, a wave of primal disbelief washing over her consciousness. ’My husband’s talent measures barely four inches. Even among the rare dual cultivators of the great sects, few ever exceed six. This is entirely monstrous... and I have been left starved for centuries while Mo Jiangfeng obsessed over Jianxiao’s wife. He has utterly neglected me.’
Driven by a blooming mix of desperation and curiosity, her hands reached down to trace the pulsing heat of my length.
"Savour it, Su Rulan," I commanded, my voice dropping into a dominating, low register as my thumbs began to massage the smooth skin of her inner thigh, teasing her senses relentlessly.
She grew remarkably wetter at my command. Her tongue slipped past her parted lips, tracing the tip of my length with an unconscious, desperate hunger.
A sharp intake of breath escaped her as she encountered the heady, addictive taste, her movements causing me to let out a low growl of approval.
"Ughh..."
Pressing my thumbs to either side of her soft petals, I felt the intense heat of her pooling moisture.
’Let us claim this pink-fleshed domain completely,’ I thought.
I leaned down, burying my face into her sacred depth. I drank from her like a starving traveler discovering a hidden oasis in the desert.
Our fluids intertwined, tasting remarkably sweet, pristine and entirely devoid of the mundane impurities found in the mortal world.
’What an extraordinary world,’ I mused internally. ’The pristine physical traits of these cultivators surpass any earthly treasure, yet the men of this realm completely neglect the true arts of intimacy.’
"Ahh... ahh... uhh..."
Her sweet, lustful cries echoed within the spatial barrier as her tongue began to traverse my entire length, dragging from the base to the absolute tip with deliberate, teasing strokes that tested my restraint to the core.
’I do believe she is attempting to test your limits, my dear host,’ Lucy’s flirtatious voice purred smoothly within my mind. ’Show her the true disparity in your realms.’
Before she could retreat, I invaded her inner depths with my tongue while simultaneously applying a rhythmic, perfect pressure against her center with my thumb.
Suddenly, a sharp wave of absolute pleasure rippled through me as her mouth fully enveloped me. Her tongue worked with a fierce, newfound curiosity, swirling tightly around the crest while her hands gently held my family jewels, sealing our mutual undoing before the sun could set.
