The default choice: 2) Nothing happened. Just the wind. Fuck Yi Xue next.

Note: nobody chooses anything so, I choose 2 by default.

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Just then,

Woosh~

It was just the wind... and now, it's time to make love with Yi Xin Xue...

She was nervous but excited.

Young Master was in front of her now, his Yang rod standing proudly in front of him, and she couldn't help but feel her heartbeat increasing.

"Get on your knees…" he ordered voice as proud as mounaitan, as vast as sky.

She did as he said, kneeling in front of him. She could see his Yang rod up close now… it was thick and veiny, with a drop of pre-essence glistening at the tip. She licked her lips nervously.

"Open…"

She parted her cheery lips, sticking out her tongue slightly. He stepped closer, pressing the tip of his manhood against her lips.

She could taste the salty essence on her tongue. She licked the tip, swirling her tongue around it slowly.

"Mmm…" he grunted, one hand coming up to fist her hair. "Deeper…"

Slurrrp* Shlurppp*

She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him with each movement.

"Haah… deeper…" he closed his eyes, pushing her head down.

Mmmmmm!!!

She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She kept sucking, her tongue working along his length.

"Good…" he praised her. "You're doing good…"

He was very sensitive from all the pounding and his praise encouraged her further as she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks.

Slurrrrp* Shlurrrp* slurrrp*

"Ahh… just like that…" he felt good from her wet tongue. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth… could taste more of his salty essence.

She wanted to make him feel good… wanted to please him and make sure he would remember her first from next time.

She started bobbing her head faster, her hand coming up to stroke what she couldn't fit in her mouth.

"Hhnnggghhh…!!!"

He grunted, his hand fisting her hair tighter. She could feel him getting closer… could feel his Yang rod tensing up.

She sucked harder, determined to make him come.

"Hmmppp…!! I'm coming…!!" he announced.

She braced herself, but nothing could have prepared her for the amount of his essence.

His Yang rod pulsed in her mouth, shooting streams of hot yang essence down her throat.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Mmmm.

She gagged, but swallowed quickly.

When he was done, he pulled out of her mouth. She gasped for air, her face flushed. It felt so immoral. Haah~

Young Master patted her head. "You did well… Now, lie on the ground," he said. Be the one with earth, feel the warmth of heaven.

She did as he told her to, lying on her back with her legs wide spread.

Young Master got on top of her, his Yang rod still hard and thick. He positioned himself at her sacred entrance, rubbing his tip against her folds.

"Annnghhh...." She moaned softly, her hips arching up towards him.

"You're wet…" he said with a slight curve lips. "Do you want this?"

"Yes… please… I need it…" she begged, eyes closed listening to the most barbaric human need.

"Hnnn... Mmm...."

He pushed into her slowly, watching her face as he did so... She gasped as she felt her walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

"So tight…" he said in a little tone as her inner flesh tightly wrapped his meat rod.

Nonetheless, He kept pushing until he was fully buried inside her. Then, he started to move.

He thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster.

Squelch! Squelch squelch!

"Ahhh, ahhh, amm... Y-Young master... Nnnghhh,"/

"Mmm, ahhh, ah, ah, ahhh, ann"

"Hnnn.... Ohhhhh!!! Mmmm"

She moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into his back turning his skin red.

"Harder… please… I like when young master hits me deeeepppppp... Hufffff.... Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ammmm…" she begged.

He obliged, pounding into her harder.

Shik! Shik! Shik! Shik! Shik!

"Hahh… hahh… ahh… yes…!!"

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he was like a horse with inconceivable strength and vast vitality.

He grunted with each thrust, his movements becoming erratic.

"Where do you want me to come?" he asked.

"In… inside… please… release all of it inside meeeee... Ahhh, ah, ah, hnggghhh," she begged.

"Then beg properly."

"Ahh… please… Young master, please come inside me… please fill me with your essence…" she cried out.

He grunted, giving one final thrust before burying himself deep inside her and coming.

Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

She screamed as she felt his warmth spreading inside her. Her inner walls milked him dry, greedy for every last drop.

"Haah* Haaah* Haah*... Ohhhhh!!!...." She felt a deep satisfaction… a feeling she had experienced before. Her body felt complete. It felt like it had reached its purpose..

He pulled out his dragon from her slowly, his essence leaking out of her sacred entrance. She felt empty, but also content.

She has been drained thoroughly.

Young Master smiled down at her. "Good job…," he praised. "Now… go rest…"

She blushed. "Thank you… Young master…," she said before going to rest with the other women.

Meanwhile,

The little boy was still hanging upside down and he was furious. His face was red, his teeth clenched, and his fists shaking.

He watched as Zhao Fan and the women indulged in each other, their moans and groans filling the air.

He wanted to look away, wanted to pretend he wasn't seeing this but he couldn't.

His body betrayed him, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the debauched session came to an end.

The women were resting, their faces flushed and their bodies relaxed. Zhao Fan stood over them, his chest heaving slightly.

Little boy glared at him, his anger and shame burning hotter than ever.

"How dare you…!" he hissed. "How dare you do this to them…!"

Zhao Fan turned to him, a smirk on his face.

"Do what?" he asked with a calm tone. "I merely guided them on their path. I merely helped them reach enlightenment…" He continued with his little speech as if he is the sage of all ages. To which, he is.

He is an unfathomable being, vast intelligence, unparalleled wisdom. It's surprising such a little brat also managed to reach the tenth floor.

"How could you do this… how could you defile them like this…!" The little boy couldn't hold his anger.

"Defile?" Zhao raised an eyebrow. "Little Daoist, I think you misunderstand. These women are not mere maidens… they are powerful cultivators. And I am their guide."

"You… you are a devil!!!" He cursed again and again, his mind refusing to accept the reality. He was young and pure. He can't accept the truth. He is not mature enough to understand the concept.

Zhao sighed, shaking his head.

"No, little Daoist," he said softly. "I am merely a cultivator. And these women… they are my partners."

Little boy scoffed, disbelief evident on his face. He doesn't even know how to react to it.

"You expect me to believe that?" he sneered. "They are under your control… You forced them…" He didn't wish to acknowledge the pleasure and satisfaction on their faces.

Zhao chuckled, a low, rich sound that seemed to vibrate through the air. "Control?" he repeated, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"little brat… You have much to learn about the ways of cultivation about the power of desire. Are you angry because I took your Saintess!? It's your incompetence that you are weak. Think logically, if you were as good as I, would she come to me!?"

Little boy's face reddened, anger and confusion warring within him.

"I don't need your lessons!" he snapped. "All I see is you taking advantage of these women…! You're using them…!"

Zhao's expression turned serious, his amusement fading. "You see what you want to see," he said quietly. "But the truth… the truth is far more complex. Ignorance blinds the mind, not the eyes."

He gestured to the women, who were now sitting up, their eyes clear and focused.

"They are cultivators," Zhao continued. "Powerful, yes… but also seeking knowledge. Seeking enlightenment. And I… I am but a humble guide on their journey." He tried his best to make the boy understand.

Little boy opened his mouth to argue, but Yi Xin Xue's soft voice cut through the air, silencing him.

"We chose this path," she said, her tone calm and steady. "We chose to follow Young Master Zhao."

"He has not forced us," Ling'er added, her gaze unwavering. "He has merely shown us the way." They tried their best to convince him but alas, he is not ready yet.

The other women nodded in agreement, their expressions serene.

Little boy stared at them, disbelief and confusion swirling in his gut.

"But… but how could you?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "How could you give yourselves to him so easily?"

Zhao stepped forward, his presence possessed more aura than anyone else.

"Easily?" he echoed, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Little Daoist, you speak of things you do not understand. Cultivation is not an easy path… it is fraught with challenges, with trials. And sometimes, the greatest trials are those of the heart and desire." He tried to explain using words that were easy to comprehend.

Otherwise Young Master could even say; The heart of desire seeks the warmth that a sun can't offer. Alas, the beauty of poetry isn't for the common mind to fathom.