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Be Gentle, Immortal Master

[Warning: Mature Content] "Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?" "For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant." Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart. But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before. ---------------- Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :) Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters! ---------------- [Sneak Peek] He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. "Say you want me," he whispered. "Bai Ye—" I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth. Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree. "Bai Ye …" I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. "Of course I want you … Right here, right now." He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.

Witchhazel · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
313 Chs

Plans and Surprises

It wasn't late in the day yet, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in his arms all the same. I appreciated the opportunity—sleeping next to him was something that I didn't have the luxury of ever since we arrived at Jade Temple, and it made me so comfortable that when I woke up, the room was already under a blanket of darkness. My head was still resting snuggly on his shoulder, and the sheets had all been cleansed afresh.

"What time is it?" I asked. My voice was a little hoarse from all the squealing, and I cleared my throat somewhat embarrassedly. The effect from the cream was long gone now, but the wild memory was still there, threatening to burn me all over again. I willed those little tickles into silence.

"Just past midnight." He dropped a kiss on my forehead like he always did in the morning when we woke up together. There was an unusual tiredness to his voice though.