Free Web NovelChapter 9: 9. Elder Mo Arrived With an Invisible Green Hat(18+)
The spatial barrier woven by her Early Spirit Severing divine sense remained perfectly intact, keeping the isolated sanctuary completely cut off from the external world.
Inside, the heavy orchid incense was now entirely overwhelmed by the rich, musky scent of our combined fluids.
On the massive emerald bed, Su Rulan was positioned on her hands and knees, her hips elevated as she automatically rocked backward in a slow, rhythmic cadence against my form.
Her long, brown hair splayed forward over the pillows, completely obscuring her face, though the helpless, broken whimpers slipping from her throat echoed clearly through the quiet room.
My massive, eleven-inch shaft moved heavily in and out of her swollen, pink cave.
The unyielding iron of my tool repeatedly stretched her narrow entrance to its absolute limits, though her tight interior still could not fully accommodate the daunting length.
With every deliberate thrust, several inches remained exposed, glistening under the dim light before plunging back down into her depths.
A thick, frothy wave of white essence continuously overflowed from her valley, pooling around the root of my shaft.
The viscous liquid acted as a constant, heavy lubricant, making each deep stroke remarkably slick and generating a deep, squelching friction that echoed loudly against her trembling thighs.
Driven by an unyielding momentum, I broke the rhythm of our alignment on the mattress, lifting her spent form entirely off the emerald sheets.
Rulan gasped, her fingers clawing weakly at the air as I carried her across the room, her elevated hips resting firmly against the cold, polished surface of the nearby mahogany vanity mirror.
The stark contrast between her burning, hyper-sensitive flesh and the icy wood made her dark eyes snap open, forcing her to look directly at her own glazed, completely unraveled reflection.
"Look at yourself, Rulan," I commanded in a low, heavy register, pinning her knees wide to fully expose her glistening, dripping center to the glass. "Stare into that mirror, and print it deep into your soul exactly who claims your body from this day forth."
Before she could even whimper a response, I raised her left leg onto my shoulder and drove the entire eleven-inch thickness of my weapon back into her soaking crevice.
Plap!
A loud, wet slap echoed off the glass panels. Rulan’s head snapped back, a high-pitched, broken squeal tearing from her throat as my heavy thrusts drove her forward. Her fingers scrambled frantically across the cold mirror, smearing her own juices across the glass as she struggled to find purchase.
Plap... plap... plap...
I established an unrelenting, vertical rhythm right there against the vanity.
With every crushing stroke, the heavy wooden structure rattled violently against the wall, the bottles of rare spiritual elixirs and jade combs clattering together in a frantic symphony.
The sheer velocity of the friction caused her remaining fluids to froth aggressively, thick white ribbons spilling down her trembling thighs and dripping onto the polished floorboards below.
Clatter... clatter... plap!
"Ahnn... Jianxiao... the mirror... I can see... everything..." she sobbed, completely broken by the visual degradation.
Yet, her inner muscles collapsed down around my pulsing shaft with an addictive, desperate tightness that entirely betrayed her words.
[SYSTEM ALERT] Target’s Visual Adultery Peak achieved. Voyeuristic thrill of cheating unlocked.
[BOND SCORE UPDATE] Su Rulan →81/ 100 [Deep Affection]
’Magnificent,’ Lucy’s voice purred within my consciousness, vibrant with dark, intellectual satisfaction. ’Her affection is running remarkably deep now, but she still needs a great deal more before she breaks past the ninety threshold and unlocks absolute loyalty, my dear Jianxiao. Keep pushing her boundaries.’
Obeying the system’s guidance, I pulled out until only the swollen crown remained anchored within her narrow entrance, letting her hyper-sensitive inner walls gasp for a fraction of a second before lifting her once more.
Moving toward the heavy spiritual pillars anchoring the room’s eastern corner, I turned her around, pressing her soft front flat against the cold, carved stone.
Hoisting her hips backward to create a punishing, steep angle, I aligned our positions once more.
Her brown tresses hung wildly over her shoulders as she braced her hands against the ancient pillar, her lower body trembling in terrifying anticipation of the massive size.
Thud!
I slammed forward with absolute, brute force, burying the iron length so deeply into her interior that the impact shuddered straight through the stone pillar.
"Ahhhhh!"
Rulan’s vocal cords strained to their absolute limit, her back arching violently into a tight curve as my heavy pelvis repeatedly bottomed out against her seat.
Because her anatomy still could not fully accommodate the daunting eleven-inch length, each full-force plunge drove her lower body forward against the stone, her soft peaks flattening against the carvings while the exposed root of my shaft ruthlessly pressed her outer flesh inward.
Thud... squelch... plap!
The wet, heavy pop of her tightly vacuumed interior fighting against the massive scale of the intrusion filled the corner of the room.
Suddenly, a massive jolt ran through Su Rulan’s spiritual perception. Her Early Spirit Severing divine sense, tightly bound to the summit’s defensive arrays, immediately picked up the specific energetic signature of Elder Mo crossing the outer courtyard threshold.
The instant she realized her husband was right outside, her pink cave completely spasmed. Her inner walls clamped down around my heavy shaft with a sudden, suffocating tightness, convulsing in pure terror as she felt Mo approaching the pavilion.
Her official husband had just stepped inside the main boundary.
A cold, lethal gleam flickered in my sapphire-blue eyes as his distinct spiritual pressure rippled through the outer seals.
’Lucy,’ I called out mentally, maintaining the heavy, deliberate rhythm of my thrusts against Rulan’s pinned form.
’Mo has been aggressively monitoring my movements through the disciplinary hall, and as an inner court elder, he has direct leverage over the sect’s logistical distribution. He could easily intercept and spike the specific batch of spiritual wine bottles supplied to my palace on Dragon Peak.
That would explain the bitter undertone that poisoned my primary soul while I was isolated in my grief. But it isn’t just about sect politics, as Mo has always been utterly fixated on my wife, Leng Qingxue. He poisoned me to clear the path to her, treating his own political marriage with Rulan like a cold, sexless business arrangement for years while he lusts after what is mine.’
’That is an exceptionally logical deduction, my dear Jianxiao,’ Lucy answered inside my mind, her tone sharpening into calculated, seductive malice.
’A pathetic man who abandons his own beautiful wife for years out of an obsessive desire to steal yours. Using the sect’s own supply chain to deliver the lethal dose allows him to eliminate a political rival and a husband while keeping his hands entirely clean. Since the mastermind has graciously brought his suspicion to our doorstep, let us use the neglected wife he takes for granted to show him the ultimate price of messing with your domain.’
The communication seal on the wall began to pulse with a faint, rhythmic gold light, carrying Elder Mo’s unsuspecting voice straight into the humid air of the locked chamber.
"Rulan? Is your divine sense currently isolated for a breakthrough? I will wait in the outer pavilion if you are at a critical juncture."
The absolute irony of his words hung heavily in the space. Right on the other side of the spatial barrier, the woman he considered his pristine, untouched political asset was completely pinned against the stone pillar, her lower body trembling violently under the relentless momentum of my assault.
After years of physical neglect from her husband, her body was completely waking up under my hands.
By all rights of logic and safety, she should have frozen, panicking and scrambling to push me away to conceal her shame.
Yet, the rewritten pathways of her cultivator physique completely defied her intellect.
Instead of shutting down, the sudden, paralyzing risk of being caught acted as an intense psychological catalyst.
Her internal walls violently collapsed down around my eleven-inch trunk in a frantic, hyper-sensitive spasm, her lower body instinctively bucking backward against my pelvis with an even more desperate, unbridled hunger.
"Listen to me closely, Rulan," I growled, my hands digging ruthlessly into her hips, anchoring her flesh so firmly against the carved stone that escape was physically impossible. "From this moment on, your body belongs entirely to my foundation. The husband who neglected you has no claim here. Do you understand who owns your yin core?"
With a trembling hand, she reached out toward the communication array on the stone pillar, her fingers slick with sweat as she stabilized her breathing through sheer cultivation willpower.
"Yes! Ahnn... I understand, Husband!" she cried out into the seal, calling me by the title her actual husband had never truly earned. Her voice was remarkably controlled despite the fact that her lower body was instinctively chasing the friction.
A sharp, involuntary gasp threatened to break through her lips as I delivered a sudden, heavy thrust, but she bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing her tone to remain distant and dignified. "Do not disturb the boundary. My divine sense has reached the absolute limit of the Early Spirit Severing stage, and I am currently forcing a breakthrough to the Middle Spirit Severing Realm. Any external disruption right now will shatter my soul core."
On the other side of the seal, Elder Mo paused. Perhaps it was a subtle tremor in her spiritual signature, or perhaps the instinctive paranoia of a cultivator, but his tone suddenly shifted, sharpening with a trace of deep suspicion and underlying frustration.
"Rulan, your voice sounds remarkably strained. And your breathing... it is entirely uneven. Are you certain your qi channels are stable? I am coming inside to assist you."
The sudden, terrifying words made Rulan’s heart completely skip a beat. The heavy leather boots outside ground hard against the gravel as his aura aggressively flared, his footsteps instantly redirecting straight toward the main courtyard doors. He was going to breach the outer array.
The absolute panic of imminent exposure sent a wild, paralyzing jolt of adrenaline straight through her system.
"Stop!" she screamed into the seal, her voice fracturing under the sheer weight of the terror and the intense physical pressure within her. She frantically leaned her weight forward against the stone pillar, her inner walls clamping down around my trunk in a crushing, suffocating spasm.
"Elder Mo, I commanded you to stop! Do not enter my sanctuary!"
Outside, the heavy footsteps abruptly halted right on the threshold of the wooden pavilion doors, mere yards from where we stood behind the veil. The sheer proximity was suffocating.
"Rulan?" Elder Mo’s voice echoed through the seal, completely bewildered and deeply offended by her sudden, sharp aggression.
"You have never spoken to me in such a manner. Besides, this cannot wait. We need to talk about Lu Jianxiao immediately."
Hearing my name fly out of her husband’s mouth while my massive shaft was buried deep within her valley caused Rulan’s entire body to lock up in absolute shock.
"I have been in a state of absolute fury since the council meeting adjourned," Elder Mo continued, his voice tightening with a cold, venomous frustration through the array. He sounded thoroughly unsettled, his usual composed demeanor completely shattered.
"Lu Jianxiao abruptly broke his one-year isolation and walked right into the grand hall. We both sat right across from the bastard, Rulan, and he looks completely unaffected.
But what I want to know is why my own wife was staring at him with such blatant admiration. Your erratic spiritual fluctuations were completely obvious to the whole room, making a mockery of my name. Open the gate, Rulan. You owe me an explanation regarding Lu Jianxiao, and we need to realign our inner court strategies immediately."
The sheer, staggering weight of the hypocrisy completely shattered Rulan’s psyche. Here was her formal husband, plotting coldly to destroy the MC out of an obsessive desire to steal Leng Qingxue, demanding answers from her out of arrogant husbandly pride, completely blind to the fact that his own wife was currently lifting her hips and ruthlessly surrendering her yin core to that exact same man.
"I... I cannot!" she gasped out into the seal, unable to hold back a sharp whimper as I delivered an intentionally heavy, unyielding plunge that bottomed out completely against her entrance, punishing her for her husband’s audacity.
She frantically squeezed the stone pillar, her knuckles turning white as she forced the words out through her teeth. "I am at the absolute crisis point of my breakthrough! If you value our political alliance and the standing of your own clan, you will turn around immediately. Do not compromise my path forward just to satisfy your petty, narrow-minded fixations. I will handle your questions regarding Lu Jianxiao myself the exact moment my isolation concludes!"
A tense, agonizing silence fell over the communication array. The air in the chamber felt thick enough to suffocate a mortal, the only sound being the soft, viscous squelch of her pooling fluids dripping onto the floorboards.
Finally, Elder Mo let out a heavy, slightly strained sigh through the seal, his arrogant pride severely wounded but his ambition completely checked by her threat to stall her cultivation progress.
He had come up the peak solely to vent his possessive jealousy, but he couldn’t risk shattering the very breakthrough that elevated their combined political power.
"Understood," he replied coldly, his voice dripping with suppressed malice. "Do not compromise your breakthrough, Rulan. But remember who you belong to. We will deal with his resurgence and your behavior the moment you step out of that chamber."
The golden light of the communication seal finally flickered out as his spiritual signature began to recede down the mountain steps, leaving behind the absolute reality of her complete subjection.
[SYSTEM ALERT] Taboo Factor: ’Auditory Near-Discovery & Audacious Cheating’ successfully completed.
[BOND SCORE UPDATE] Su Rulan → 82 / 100 [Deep Affection]
’Oh, that was exquisitely cruel, Jianxiao,’ Lucy’s voice purred within my mind, vibrating with dark, intellectual amusement.
’He is outside dreaming of stealing your wife, while the political partner he has neglected and left untouched for years is currently using her own divine sense to shield the man who is actively breaking her down. Look at her profile now. She is completely unraveled.’
With the threat of discovery fading into the distance, the residual adrenaline inside Rulan’s rewritten pathways triggered an explosive reaction.
The sheer relief mixed with the profound subversion of the moment broke her remaining restraint entirely. Years of physical isolation melted away under the overwhelming force of my presence.
Squelch... plap!
"Husband... Ah! He is gone..." she wept openly now, her brown tresses tossing wildly against the carved stone as she abandoned all pretense of elder decorum.
Her inner core convulsed in a series of violent, localized spasms, clamping down around my heavy shaft with an addictive, desperate tightness.
"He wants your wife... but he has no idea... he knows nothing... Please, break me deeper! Fill the void he left completely!"
I didn’t give her a single second to recover, accelerating into a brutal, unrelenting vertical rhythm against the pillar that left her entirely breathless and completely enslaved to my dominance.
The relentless cadence against the ancient stone pillar reached a fever pitch. Rulan’s spiritual anchor had completely snapped, her refined cultivator composure utterly shattered by the narrow escape from discovery.
Every heavy thrust of my eleven-inch shaft driven by unyielding cultivation stamina forced frantic, broken cries from her throat, echoing off the high ceiling of the chamber.
The friction between her hyper-sensitive inner walls and the massive iron length of my tool reached an absolute boiling point. Her internal pathways spasmed with terrifying intensity, locking around my shaft like a tight vice as she careened over the edge of a massive, reality-shattering climax.
[SYSTEM ALERT: Forbidden Tryst climax achieved. Ultimate betrayal and psychological submission finalized]
[BOND SCORE UPDATE] Su Rulan → 85 / 100 [Deep Affection]
’She is almost completely primed, Jianxiao,’ Lucy’s voice giggled inside my head, dripping with dark, predatory satisfaction. ’Seal the contract. Seed her foundation before the adrenaline fades.’
Gritting my teeth, I pulled out almost to the swollen crown before slamming forward one last time with absolute, primal ferocity, burying the entire eleven-inch length deep inside her pulsing, swollen depths.
I bottomed out completely against her core, pinning her flat against the carved stone.
"Take it all, Rulan!" I commanded.
A heavy groan tore from my chest as my own climax ripped through me.
Deep within her narrow valley, my shaft pulsed violently, unleashing a massive, burning torrent of thick, white essence directly against her hyper-sensitive matrix.
The sheer volume of the release filled her interior to absolute bursting, the scorching heat causing her eyes to roll back into her head as her spiritual core greedily drank in the dense, concentrated energy.
"Ahhhhh-hn!" Rulan gasped out a final, breathless sob, her body trembling in a prolonged, violent spasm before her knees finally gave out entirely.
I caught her waist, pulling my slick, glistening shaft free with a heavy, wet pop.
Squelch... drip.
The moment the seal was broken, the sheer volume of the injection caused a thick, frothy wave of white cream to overflow from her heavily stretched entrance. It spilled down her flushed inner thighs, dripping rhythmically onto the stone floorboards.
Carrying her limp, thoroughly unraveled body back to the massive emerald bed, I tossed her down gently onto the crumpled sheets.
The proud, dignified inner court elder was now a complete mess, her long brown hair tangled across her face, her eyes half-closed and glazed with residual pleasure.
She lay sprawled on her back, her legs remaining slightly parted in a daze, entirely helpless as the thick, viscous liquid continued to ooze out of her pink cave, pools forming on the emerald fabric beneath her.
I adjusted my rich, white silk robes, smoothing out the embroidered dragons and completely erasing any sign of the absolute defilement that had just taken place inside the sanctuary.
Glancing back at the ruined beauty on the bed, a cold, ambitious smirk played on my lips.
"Rest well, Elder Rulan," I murmured, my voice turning smooth and detached once more.
Without another word, I turned on my heel and stepped through the spatial barrier, leaving the exhausted, marked woman behind as I walked out into the crisp mountain air to confront the Sect Master.
