CHAPTER 12: THE HIDDEN PASSION WITHIN THE CARRIAGE (18+)

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The Hidden Passion Within the Carriage

She knew she should collect herself, but the overwhelming pleasure made her want to abandon all resistance.

"Lingxi... does it still hurt?" Qingxuan Daoist’s voice came.

"No... it doesn’t hurt anymore... Master... haah..." She bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans, and tried to lift her hips to pull Old Hao’s cock out.

"What’s wrong?" Qingxuan Daoist asked with concern.

"N-nothing... Uncle Hao was just a bit rough."

She stammered, terrified of revealing even the slightest clue.

Mother blocked the doorway, so Qingxuan Daoist couldn’t enter, nor did he dare raise his head for fear of seeing Mother’s snow-white chest. Old Hao, feeling her tightness, pulled his hard cock out of Zhao Lingxi’s hole with a "pop."

"Ah..." She couldn’t help but cry out.

"Brother Hao, thank you, but please be gentler. My disciple is afraid of pain."

Qingxuan Daoist assumed Old Hao had been too rough and quickly spoke to him.

"It’s... it’s fine... Master," Zhao Lingxi sobbed in response.

But the more she tried to hide it, the more intense that forbidden pleasure became. She could feel her honey hole constantly contracting, the risk of being discovered making her hole twitch involuntarily.

From my angle, I could see Zhao Lingxi half-crouched sideways. Every time she spoke to her master, a squirt of love juices would spurt from her crotch, dripping onto the carriage floor. It seemed she sensed my gaze and turned her head, accidentally making eye contact with me through the gap on the right side of the door, mostly blocked by Mother.

Watching the blood-pumping scene inside the carriage, I couldn’t help but hold my breath. Lingxi’s pitiful look stood in stark contrast to her usual lively, dignified self. She was trying to maintain her image in front of her master while enduring endless pleasure. That conflicted expression left me with mixed feelings. I could clearly see a flash of shyness and avoidance in her eyes. But now, her submissive appearance made me both jealous and excited, an irresistible pleasure flooding over me.

"Lingxi..." Qingxuan Daoist’s concerned voice came again. "Are you really alright?"

"Master..." Her voice trembled, her gaze that had just avoided me now accidentally glanced my way again.

I knew I shouldn’t be peeping, but the thrill of this taboo made it impossible to look away. Especially seeing the juices spurting from her crotch made my mouth go dry.

At this moment, Lingxi was like a blossoming bud, both pure and wanton. She wanted to maintain her dignity, but couldn’t resist the pleasure of the flesh. This complex psychology made the whole scene especially moving.

But suddenly, the scene inside the carriage changed, making me feel dizzy. I blinked hard and saw that now Zhao Lingxi was sitting properly in her seat, while Old Hao was crouched on the floor, carefully massaging her ankle. It was as if the debauchery just now had never happened, but the images in my mind told a different story.

"I’ve blocked their senses they won’t notice," came Old Hao’s voice.

Mother, blocking the doorway to prevent Qingxuan Daoist from seeing inside, quickly straightened her skirt to barely cover the spring scenery in front, but the back of her skirt was still messily hanging at her waist, exposing a large area of snow-white buttocks. Her white ass was less than half a meter from Old Hao’s head, her light brown anus gently contracting, her privates glistening with moisture. The jade dildo was still deeply inserted, and honey flowed from her pussy down her inner thighs. I was sure those old clothes couldn’t block Old Hao’s senses he must have seen everything clearly. Zhao Lingxi was still straddling Old Hao, her legs trembling, obviously still lost in the afterglow of climax.

Between her legs was a muddy mess, her pink lips swollen from prolonged thrusting, the entrance opening and closing, drooling love juices. White semen mixed with clear honey flowed down her thighs, with the occasional drop falling to the floor.

"Ah... ah... ah..." Finally able to relax, Zhao Lingxi lowered her head in shame, face flushed, panting heavily.

But what surprised me was that she slowly turned around, blushing, and knelt between Old Hao’s legs, holding that cock covered in all kinds of fluids. She stuck out her pink tongue and began licking from the base, very carefully. Every wrinkle on the scrotum was attentively cleaned of all remaining fluids.

"Mm..." Old Hao couldn’t help but moan as she took the whole cock into her mouth, sucking it thoroughly. Once again, the carriage filled with lewd wet sounds and Lingxi’s intermittent slurping...

After cleaning the cock, Zhao Lingxi weakly crawled back to her seat and put on her white panties, the fabric clinging tightly to her honey hole.

"Mm..." She tried to close her legs, but the movement only made more fluid gush from her little hole. Her pink lips opened and closed, spitting out milky semen and clear honey, soaking a large patch on the front of her panties.

At this moment, Zhao Lingxi was like a delicate flower drenched in dew, covered in lewd moisture, exuding deadly allure. Her soaked panties could no longer hide anything, only making her pink lips and tender hole even more visible...

’When did this silly son fall for this little girl? Watching her get fucked to the point of losing control, that heartache on his face...’

’But judging by the bulge in his pants, he’s been hard for a while.’

’This little Lingxi, such a good figure, such white skin, pretty and likable, but that slutty look who taught her that?’

’But if she’s already this wild now, with such a beautiful and wanton daughter-in-law, I as the mother-in-law will be able to play more freely in the future...’

’Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law being lewd together... just thinking about it is so exciting...’

At this moment, hearing Mother’s inner thoughts, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants, every bump of the carriage making it rub against the fabric, and the stimulation made warm fluid ooze from the tip, quickly soaking a large patch of my underwear.

I felt both shame and excitement watching Lingxi get played with made me this hard... even more than watching Mother... Every word of Mother’s inner thoughts made my heart race. I knew what she was planning, but the thrill of this taboo left me unable to extricate myself.

...

The carriage slowly stopped on the stone-paved streets of the capital, the bumps along the way making my bones feel like they’d come apart.

I jumped down first, looking up at the bustling capital city. The bluestone road gleamed under the lanterns, shops lined both sides of the street, tavern banners fluttered in the wind, all kinds of exquisite signs competed for attention, and the passing crowds wore everything from silk to plain cloth, bustling and noisy, carriages and horses filling the streets.

Mother and Zhao Lingxi helped each other down, both women’s faces rosy and beautiful.

Qingxuan Daoist stepped forward, his gaze falling on Zhao Lingxi, anxiously asking:

"Lingxi, how’s your foot?"

Zhao Lingxi’s face instantly turned red, her head lowering as she softly replied:

"Master, it’s fine now."

But her eyes darted everywhere, not daring to look at Qingxuan Daoist. Occasionally, when our eyes met, she would quickly look away in embarrassment.

"We’ve finally arrived in the capital." I breathed a long sigh of relief. "Let’s find a place to rest first."

We walked along the street looking for an inn, and soon saw one with the sign "Longevity Inn."

This was run by the Longevity Sect. I remembered the jade pendant I’d gotten from Ye Wuhen, quickly pulled it out, and showed it to the innkeeper.

The innkeeper examined the jade pendant for a moment, then nodded and arranged three upper rooms for us.

Mother and Zhao Lingxi went into one room, which was elegantly decorated, with carved tables and chairs exuding a faint wood fragrance, soft beds with brocade bedding, bed curtains swaying gently in the wind, and several exquisite paintings on the walls.

Old Hao got a room to himself he’d helped a lot on this journey and was highly skilled, so he couldn’t be crowded in with us.

I shared a room with Qingxuan Daoist. After settling the luggage, I walked to the window, opened it, and looked out at the bustling street, feeling a bit anxious about the upcoming tournament.

Since Mother and Lingxi were too tired, I had the inn send food to the rooms, all delivered to Old Hao’s room since it was more spacious for everyone to gather.

Soon, the table was filled with steaming dishes: crispy, tender roast duck with shiny skin; stir-fried green vegetables, the leaves fresh and green; and a rich fish soup, the milky broth exuding an enticing aroma, with the fish meat faintly visible.

Everyone sat around the table, not saying much. I broke the silence first, picking up a piece of duck and chewing as I mumbled, "This journey really wore me out, but now that we’re in the capital, I can finally relax a bit."

Mother gently scolded, "You, eat more elegantly, you look like a little rascal."

Zhao Lingxi covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes sneaking glances at everyone at the table.

Qingxuan Daoist just nodded slightly and said:

"Tonight, rest well. Tomorrow is the tournament."

Old Hao had returned to his usual self, eating heartily and muttering:

"Mm, the food is good. All the way here, I kept thinking about having a hot meal."

I looked at Old Hao, my expression serious: "Senior, I think I’m almost ’full’ again."

That scene in the carriage had caused a surge of green energy from my jade ring, nourishing the green "Nascent Soul" inside me.

Old Hao was just about to drink his soup when he heard me, his hand shaking so much the bowl nearly fell. He stared wide-eyed and exclaimed:

"What... you say your realm is almost full again? Are you kidding me? How long have you been cultivating?"

I shook my head quickly: "Not full yet, but almost."

Old Hao frowned in disbelief: "You... unless someone has some great encounter, how could they progress so fast... Did something special happen on the way to the capital?"

Speaking of "encounters," you’re the main character here, but I couldn’t explain, so I didn’t answer, waiting to see what advice Old Hao would give.

Old Hao’s expression grew serious as he slowly said:

"You’re now at the Nascent Soul realm and want to advance to Divine Transformation. That’s a huge chasm. To transform, the spirit Nascent Soul must merge with the physical body, with the body’s consciousness in control and preserved. The difficulty is that the Nascent Soul’s consciousness has its own independent spirit. If it doesn’t willingly merge with you, you can’t break through, can’t transform. That’s why most cultivators get stuck at Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul’s spirit is independent, and if it resists during fusion, the two will clash like tigers fighting, deadlocked."

Oh, so that’s how it is. I nodded and said, "Thank you, Senior, for your guidance."

Old Hao grunted and said no more, continuing to eat.

At that moment, Mother’s inner thoughts appeared in my mind:

’This brat, when I was with Old Hao... the door was closed, he definitely couldn’t see. Could it be because he saw Old Hao and little Lingxi?’

’If little Lingxi does that... could it help his cultivation too?’

I hadn’t told Mother about being able to "monitor" her or "listen" to her inner thoughts, for fear she’d feel awkward.

Mother messaged me, "Brat, how are you progressing so fast?"

"Ah... Mom... I don’t know either."

"Hmph, seems like... I haven’t done anything for you to see lately."

"Oh... oh... hehe."

"What are you giggling about?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Was it what you saw in the carriage today... that made you improve so much?"

"I... I don’t know."

It was true that seeing the debauchery between Lingxi and Old Hao in the carriage had caused the ring to pour out a huge amount of energy, letting me advance, but I couldn’t say exactly why. Was it because I liked Lingxi? Or was it because... in the spring’s debauchery, Mother had used the jade dildo on Lingxi? That was possible too.

"Hmph, forget it if you won’t say."

Mother stopped talking, but her inner thoughts still came through:

’Looks like my silly boy really does like Lingxi, hehe...’

...

Not long after, everyone finished eating and went to their rooms to rest. Mother called me to her room, her brows slightly furrowed as she said helplessly:

"Son, all my clothes are dirty, and it’s too late to wash them now. The tournament starts tomorrow. Come with Lingxi and me to shop for clothes tonight."

Lingxi’s face immediately turned red, and she nodded, nervously twisting her fingers, her eyes full of shyness as she stammered, "S-sorry... it was my fault..."

Mother smiled, walked over, and gently took Lingxi’s hand, saying, "It’s fine, we’ll just buy a new one."

Lingxi glanced at me, then quickly looked away, her blush deepening as she softly replied:

"Then I’ll trouble Sister and Young Master Lin."

Ah, how did my seniority drop again?

Mother lightly patted Lingxi’s hand in mock reproach:

"Why call me sister? In private we’re sisters, but with others around, what do you call me?"

"Lin... Auntie."

"That’s better."

Alright, now I was the outsider. Then I took Mother and Lingxi out. The capital’s night was lively, the streets full of stalls and shops, all sorts of snacks giving off tempting aromas.

I bought a few skewers, the meat juicy and fragrant; then three bowls of sweet soup, sweet but not cloying. Mother ate with a smile, saying, "The capital’s night market is really nice."

Lingxi sipped gently, no longer so shy, nodding, "Mm, it’s delicious."

She looked so satisfied, like a well-behaved kitten.

Seeing them happy, I felt content too.

But after searching, we couldn’t find any clothing shops.

We walked along the street, and before we knew it, came to a bustling intersection. Here the lights were bright, people coming and going, the noise constant.

But when we looked at the building ahead, we were stunned it was a brothel, "Tianxiang House."

The ornate building was draped in colorful silk, several heavily made-up women at the door laughing and soliciting passersby.

Mother coughed, looking a bit embarrassed, but then curious.

She messaged me, "What’s a brothel like in ancient times?"

"Want to go in and see?"

"No way, how could I go in there."

Mother, after all, was a modern woman who’d transmigrated, not used to such places, but everyone is curious.

Lingxi blushed furiously, lowering her head and not daring to look.

I was at a loss too, quickly looking around and spotting a shop in the alley behind the brothel

"Tianxiang Embroidery."

It sounded like a clothing shop, so I led the two of them away from the brothel and toward it.

Inside, the air was fragrant, the shelves filled with all kinds of fabrics silk, brocade, gauze, everything.

But what caught the eye most were the garments hanging on the racks.

Their designs were strange more like strips of cloth than real clothes.

Row after row of delicate hangers were filled with all sorts of revealing, lewd outfits.

On the left, a row of red dudou, all very small, barely enough to cover the nipples, leaving most of the breasts exposed.

Some were just a piece of red silk with gold thread embroidery, meant to be tied around the neck, the breasts swaying freely.

Further in, rows of semi-transparent gauze skirts appeared.

These skirts were made of a single layer of white gauze, with no lining, so wearing them would leave nothing below hidden.

One pale purple gauze skirt was especially outrageous, with just a thin strap connecting the front and back. The skirt was so short it couldn’t even cover the full, round buttocks, sure to expose lewd glimpses when walking.

Facing the door was a whole wall of sexy underwear.

These weren’t for modesty, but to seduce men.

Some were two thin straps holding a triangle of cloth, just enough to barely cover the privates; others were just a few threads, leaving everything exposed.

As I looked around, a beautiful middle-aged woman rose gracefully from behind the counter and approached me.

She wore a light blue gauze dress, the neckline cut so low her plump breasts bounced with every step.

She smiled and asked, "Young master, is there anything you fancy? All our clothes are custom-made even the courtesans of Tianxiang House wear our outfits to receive guests." She looked at Mother and Lingxi, continuing, "Even respectable ladies come to buy. I can recommend combinations like this dudou with open-crotch panties and a transparent gauze skirt, to show off a woman’s best features. Not only does it enhance charm, it also spices up the bedroom."

When she finally stopped, I quickly asked, "Do you have normal clothes for everyday wear?"

"Oh, young master, there’s no need to be shy. No one comes here for ordinary clothes."

She looked at Mother and Lingxi, continuing, "These must be your two companions? Such a beautiful pair look like sisters, but by temperament more like mother and daughter. Young master is blessed."

Mother and Lingxi both blushed, standing awkwardly, not expecting this to be a lingerie shop. "Shopkeeper, we really just want clothes for daily wear."

The woman looked at me meaningfully, covering her mouth with a playful smile, "I see... young master wants to play the accidental exposure game, right?"

She turned and took a delicate wooden box from a hidden compartment, her eyes sly: "This is the shop’s treasure, ’Fairy Lewd Dress.’ On the surface, it’s just a normal long dress, dignified and elegant, but with hidden tricks. The chest is made of illusion silk when spiritual energy is circulated, it turns transparent. The silver-white waist cincher is shaped like two hands holding up the breasts, making them even perkier. The skirt is made of dozens of gauze strips when standing or walking gently, it looks like a normal dress... but with bigger movements..."

She opened another box, showing a tight gauze dress like a cheongsam, the same color as the blue Daoist robe Lingxi often wore:

"This one is even bolder the slit goes up to the thigh, so when walking, the buttocks are always half-exposed."

I was intrigued and asked, "The neckline seems quite low..."

"Sharp eyes!" the woman praised. "That’s the highlight. Wearing this cheongsam, a woman just has to lower her head a bit and any man opposite can see nearly her whole breast." She paused, giving me a knowing look, and showed the side of the dress: "From the side, you can even see both rosy nipples."

It turned out the cheongsam-like gauze dress had open sides, stitched together only with thin threads.

The woman smiled and added,

"These are all carefully designed. You’ll not only be seen by all the men around, but have to endure their burning stares. That feeling of wanting to run but not being able to is simply maddening."

She gave me a knowing look, making me awkwardly curl my toes in my shoes.

Mother messaged me: "Brat, are you up to something bad again?"

I didn’t reply. "Shopkeeper, we really just want some everyday clothes."

She looked at me ambiguously:

"Young master, we really don’t have ordinary clothes. Look at the name ’Tianxiang Embroidery.’ That brothel is ’Tianxiang House,’ and we sell things to spice up men and women’s pleasure. If you want normal clothes, you’ll have to order at a tailor during the day, but that’ll take time."

Sigh, so we couldn’t buy clothes here. I messaged Mother:

"Mom... I wasn’t up to anything bad, you heard her."

"Hmph, at least you have some conscience."

Mother walked forward, picking up two outfits that looked decent. "These two, please wrap them up."

"Alright, madam knows how to enjoy life, good taste."

The woman smiled as she wrapped up the Fairy Lewd Dress and the special cheongsam.

I paid, thinking that since Mother didn’t need to compete in the tournament, it should be fine for her to wear these normally.

As we were about to leave, the woman handed me some things, saying:

"If you want to come again, you’re always welcome. There are even more interesting things on the second floor..."

Outside, I glanced back and saw her waving goodbye with a meaningful smile.

"Son..." Mother messaged me, "What’s wrong?"

I replied awkwardly: "N-nothing."

On the way back, I opened the little package the woman had given me. Inside were several delicate silver bells, very pretty.

But what really caught my eye was the special clasp on the bells.

I examined it carefully, not understanding its use.

At that moment, Mother came over and saw the bells, picking one up curiously:

"What’s this?"

"The shopkeeper showed me."

"Quite pretty," Mother said, then tried to hang one on Lingxi’s hairpin, but saw Lingxi quickly dodge. "Don’t dodge, little Lingxi, it’s pretty, let me put it on you."

Lingxi’s face was bright red, her expression unnatural. She walked over to Mother, leaned in, and whispered almost inaudibly:

"Lin... Sister... that... that bell is... is meant to be worn... there... on the chest..."

Mother was stunned, then realization dawned on her face: "You mean, worn there?"

Lingxi nodded, her face as red as a ripe apple: "Yes... whenever you walk, it makes a sound... and... and the clasp..."

She was too embarrassed to finish, but Mother was interested: "And what else?"

"The clasp has an array inscribed inside... it... it vibrates automatically..." Lingxi almost buried her head in her chest. "If... if you circulate true qi or your body temperature rises, the vibration gets stronger..."

"Oh... how does little Lingxi know so much about this?"

Lingxi was so embarrassed she hid her face in Mother’s arms.

"Aiya..."

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