Enslaved Su Yuan

'How... how could a cultivator like him enter this realm? How did he open that stone gate?' Su Yuan inwardly wondered in shock, but her body suddenly jerked. Her lust overflowed rapidly, and her pussy was wet with water and pleasure liquid. 'Mhn~ What happened to me? He just rubs my back, but it turns me on.'

Ling Yun had not used the Yin-Yang Finger for a long time, and he last used it against Feng Qingge, which caused Su Yuan's lust to overflow.

Ling Yun then hugged her from behind, his left hand playing on her nipples and breasts and his right hand playing on her pussy. "Are you wondering how I came to this realm? I'm sure you must feel safe in this place, right?"

"Ahh~ Who... who are you exactly?" Although Su Yuan had heard of Ling Yun before, they had never met, so she did not recognize him.