Chapter 11: The Enchanting Feet of the Fairy (Part 2)

Lost in his senses, Wang Laowu placed the handkerchief near his nose, as a unique feminine fragrance wafted into his nostrils—refreshing, distant, and invigorating. It permeated his being, exhilarating his entire body.

Enthralled, he covered his face with the handkerchief, deeply inhaling the aroma. His greedy nostrils expanded wide, yearning to absorb the scent into his very core, imprinting it upon his soul.

In that moment, the image from earlier resurfaced in his mind. Chu Qingyi, with a bewildered expression, stared at his manhood. Her clear, luminous eyes seemed capable of penetrating his clothing, and her intense gaze focused upon his member.

With this scene in mind, Wang Laowu's manhood responded, proudly erect, but restrained and confined within his trousers. He skilfully extracted his member, exposing it to the air.

Before him stood an incredibly robust shaft, with prominent veins, culminating in a rounded and full glans, menacingly pointing forward.

With one hand gripping the handkerchief and the other grasping his member, he began to stroke up and down.

This familiar room, the familiar surroundings, he had sought solace here countless times before. Previously, his fantasies had revolved around the girls of the Cui Xian Tower or the beautiful women he casually encountered on the streets. However, over time, those scenarios had lost their appeal.

Now, things were different. Daily interactions with Chu Qingyi, the enchanting goddess that drove countless men mad, intensified his desires. A single gesture from her could instantly arouse his member. Just the thought of her expressions, her slender waist and ample buttocks, ignited a raging inferno within him, making him feverish, consumed by insatiable lust.

This led to an increase in his self-pleasure sessions, leaving layers upon layers of semen stains on the walls, indelible marks that proved challenging to remove. The room itself bore an almost imperceptible, lingering scent, impossible to eliminate.

"Oh, Qingyi, you're driving me crazy..."

Wang Laowu quickened the pace of his hand movements, his eyes glazed over, murmuring incessantly.

His weathered hands, tightly gripping his member, the calluses on his palms stimulating his manhood with each up and down motion. The shaft grew increasingly engorged, veins bulging, fierce and menacing, while droplets of translucent fluid oozed from the tip, adhering to his palm as he continued his rhythmic stroking, providing lubrication for his actions.

The viscous fluid kept seeping out, coating the entire member, shimmering with a debauched and lustful sheen. With the accelerating movements of his hand, it even produced a squelching sound.

"Qingyi, I love you..."

Wang Laowu hunched his body, bending forward as much as he could. His buttocks gyrated back and forth in sync with the movements of his hand, granting his member intense stimulation. The overwhelming pleasure surged from between his legs, spreading rapidly throughout his entire body, to his limbs, organs, and marrow. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, gasping for air in pleasure.

In his mind, he indulged in an extremely explicit fantasy. Chu Qingyi lying naked on the bed, playfully beckoning him with her index finger. Like a starved and thirsty wolf, he pounced forward, passionately kissing her lips, savouring them like delicate petals, swirling his agile tongue inside her mouth, teasing her desire.

Then, his lips moved downward, planting kisses on her slender neck and alluring collarbones, lingering upon her bosom.

He buried his head deep between her breasts' cleavage, greedily inhaling her intoxicating fragrance. His right hand brazenly fondled a summit, rubbing and kneading the peak, while his head then buried itself between the mounds, sucking on the raised portion as if nourishing on maternal milk. His wet tongue expertly roamed, making the delicate woman beneath him gasp and moan.

After lingering there for a while, he continued his descent, his lips tracing her smooth belly, until he reached a mysterious, dark forest.

A unique, enticing fragrance filled his nostrils, and his eyes lit up. Burrowing into that jungle with his moist and slippery tongue, he began to explore everywhere.

His tongue gently pushed open the two secret doors, deftly navigating within, continuously teasing a trembling pearl that lay in the midst. It circled around, creating a whirlwind of sensations.

After satisfying his craving, he continued downward, arriving at a honeyed sanctuary where transparent juices oozed. He greedily indulged himself, as if drinking a concoction of ambrosia, swallowing all those nectar-like fluids.

A refreshing, salty-sweet taste burst forth on his tongue. He couldn't wait to plunge his tongue deep into the honeyed chamber, continuously stirring it.

The woman beneath him trembled uncontrollably, gasping seductively, her love nectar flowing in abundance. The volume exceeded his swallowing capacity, staining his lips all over.

Reluctantly removing his lips from the forest, he extended two fingers and gently entered the honeyed sanctuary. After tenderly thrusting for a while, he began to excavate within, experiencing the intricate folds, the moist and slippery grip enveloping his fingers. When he withdrew them, they were already wet with the juices, shimmering with a translucent lustre.

The woman on the bed was already consumed by desire, her burning body undulating. Her peach blossom eyes gazed at him seductively, her tongue lasciviously licking her lips, two crimson streaks evenly painted on her cheeks, displaying an enticingly debauched appearance that even a saint couldn't resist.

His manhood beneath him had long become abnormally swollen, standing erect with a fierce and powerful presence, impatiently craving release.

He continued his fantasy, thrusting his engorged member into Chu Qingyi's tender core. With a soft "plop," the massive glans pushed into the tight opening, and a surge of intense pleasure radiated from the tip. Unable to restrain himself, he moaned, forcefully thrusting his hips forward, burying his entire shaft.

The narrow passage tightly embraced his manhood, its inner walls stroking the shaft. The pleasure, akin to a tempestuous storm, surged violently, causing him to gasp, his buttocks thrusting back and forth urgently. The entire member, fully drenched in the warm and slippery honeyed chamber, pulsed and throbbed, the sticky fluid clinging to his hand as he continued his motion.

"Ah... Fairy Qingyi, I want... I want you!"

Wang Laowu was immersed in his own fantasies and couldn't extricate himself. In his imagination, he was holding the tender and soft buttocks of the enchanting Fairy Qingyi, passionately thrusting his powerful and vigorous manhood in and out between her buttocks. A large amount of obscene fluid flowed down her thighs, soaking the bedsheet beneath them.

His manhood repeatedly encountered the mysterious flower bud, stimulating the trembling body of the alluring woman. The sound of water splashing accompanied their passionate union, reaching the extreme depths of debauchery.

He continuously accelerated the motion in his hand. His manhood swelled to its limit under his stimulation, oozing sticky fluid that made a squelching sound as it came into contact with his palm and the frenzied thrusts.

"Qingyi... I'm about to climax!"

Wang Laowu's face turned crimson. He gasped heavily, his thin body bending downward as he frantically increased the speed of his hand. An intense pleasure surged from the tip of his manhood, followed by a thick, milky white liquid spraying onto the beige wall, leaving a perfect arc in the air before splattering onto the wall.

He ejaculated seven or eight times, with copious amounts of thick semen splattering the wall. A pool of milky white liquid slowly dripped down the wall, and the pungent, strong odour quickly filled the room. However, Wang Laowu, who had long been immersed in such activities, didn't find it unpleasant at all; instead, he rather enjoyed it.

He collapsed onto the bed, his purple-hued glans still pulsating. The lingering pleasure spread from his manhood throughout his body, causing a tingling sensation.

He felt as if he had flown into the clouds, caught between ecstasy and death, his old face clouded with post-masturbation bliss.

Placing a handkerchief over his face again, he closed his eyes in a daze, intoxicated by the alluring scent that wafted from his imagination. He was still immersed in the scenes he had just fantasized about.

As dusk descended, the sky quickly darkened, and the courtyard seemed shrouded in a veil of darkness, serene and tranquil.

Wang Laowu anxiously kept an eye on the activities in the eastern wing of the house. Seeing the candlelight flickering inside and hearing sighs, it seemed that Chu Qingyi would not pay attention to him today.

Feeling desolate, Wang Laowu drooped his head and walked into the kitchen with a dejected expression, starting to prepare dinner.

Even if Chu Qingyi didn't want to interact with him, he still needed to make a good meal and bring it to her. After all, her injuries had not yet healed, and she needed careful attention.

It was mealtime, and other people in Jinling City were also lighting their stoves and cooking. The white smoke from the chimneys floated into the air, mingling with the smoke from all directions, creating a smoky atmosphere that enveloped the entire small city.

In the kitchen, Wang Laowu wore an apron around his waist, his small figure bustling around. The wood fire in the earthen stove burned vigorously, crackling and popping, casting a warm orange glow on the walls, giving a cosy feeling.

After half an hour, a delicious aroma of food permeated the small courtyard, tantalizing the taste buds.

It must be said that in the years of his solitary life, aside from farming, Wang Laowu's greatest interest and hobby was cooking. Whenever he had free time, he would explore new recipes. Through various methods like boiling, frying, stir-frying, his simple and plain ingredients would transform into multiple delicious dishes.

In the past thirty or forty years, his culinary skills had become extremely proficient, and he was even comparable to the chefs in restaurants.

After busying himself, he placed all the well-prepared dishes on the dining table in the main room. As he looked at the four dishes and one soup before him, he felt as if something was missing.

After pondering for a moment, he washed the wild fruits he had picked today, cut them into small pieces, and arranged them on a plate. Only then did he nod with satisfaction.

Once everything was settled, he suddenly looked distressed, struggling to find a reason to bring the meal to Chu Qingyi. Would she still be angry?

Just as he was scratching his head in frustration, footsteps sounded in the courtyard.

Chu Qingyi entered the room expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened, and sat in her familiar spot, silently picking up her rice bowl and starting to eat slowly.

Wang Laowu, beside her, delightedly grabbed his own bowl and chopsticks, sneaking glances at Chu Qingyi's expression while discreetly eating his rice. He noticed that although she still wore an icy look, there was no trace of anger in her demeanour. Only then did he finally relax.

"Qingyi, eat more meat. It's good for your injuries," Wang Laowu said, trying to please her, as he pushed a plate of chicken legs toward her.

Chu Qingyi completely ignored his goodwill, not even bothering to lift an eyelid, and continued to focus on eating her vegetables, showing no interest in the plate of chicken legs.

In fact, she still harboured some resentment from the events of the afternoon and didn't know how to face her father-in-law. After struggling for a while, she decided to shut herself in and rest early, refusing to go out again.

However, as the evening approached, the aroma of the food wafted into her room, teasing her nostrils, and her stomach immediately betrayed her with an audible growl. In a dilemma, Chu Qingyi bit her lip lightly. In the end, it wasn't her fault, so what was there to hesitate about?

With a calm and carefree expression, she gracefully entered the main room and sat down, eating her meal as if no one else was there.

The two of them remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.

After finishing dinner, Chu Qingyi turned and returned to her room, leaving Wang Laowu alone to clean up the table. He silently watched her figure as he hummed an unknown tune and washed the dishes and utensils.

Once everything was tidied up, he noticed that the candlelight in the eastern chamber was still lit. He thought it was an opportune moment to strike while the iron was hot and prepare some hot water to bring to Chu Qingyi. He had already repaired the broken windows and doors in the eastern chamber, worried that his son, Wang Ye, might suddenly return and misinterpret the situation between him and Chu Qingyi. It would be difficult to explain, even with a few words.

Moreover, knowing Wang Ye's temperament, torn between his own father and his beloved wife, he would surely be in a dilemma. There was a possibility that he might even take Chu Qingyi and leave the household, and Wang Laowu would never see his beloved Qingyi fairy again. That was not the outcome he wanted to see. So, before dinner, he had already fixed the doors and windows. Luckily, Chu Qingyi didn't drive him away at that time, treating him as if he were invisible, engrossed in reading ancient books. Otherwise, Wang Laowu would truly have no place to vent his tears.

"Qingyi, I've prepared hot foot-washing water for you. Soak your feet while it's still warm," he said as the door to the eastern chamber creaked loudly. Wang Laowu, trembling, approached Chu Qingyi with a basin of water.

Chu Qingyi's initial reaction was to refuse, but when she saw Wang Laowu's hopeful eyes and his hunched figure carrying the basin, she couldn't bear it any longer and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Wang Laowu, overjoyed, quickly put down the basin and moved to help her remove her shoes and socks.

"What are you doing?" Chu Qingyi furrowed her brows and twisted her body to avoid his touch.

Realizing her rejection, Wang Laowu thought she was still angry about the afternoon incident. His smile froze on his face, and his awkwardness was evident on his dry, expressionless face.

"Qingyi, what happened this afternoon was my fault. I shouldn't... I shouldn't have acted so... inappropriately in front of you," he swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, sounding like a child who had done something wrong and didn't know what to do.

"Leave." Chu Qingyi initially intended to keep the incident to herself, but Wang Laowu dared to bring it up again in front of her. She felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, and she interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

"Qingyi, it wasn't intentional. Your father has never seen a beautiful fairy like you before, and he lost control for a moment. Qingyi, please forgive your father this time. I promise there won't be a next time!" Wang Laowu's face was filled with remorse, tears welling up in his clouded triangular eyes. He sat on the ground, struggling to crawl towards Chu Qingyi, his hands reaching out to beg for her forgiveness.

"Leave." The icy words left Chu Qingyi's mouth without a trace of emotion. In that moment, she was as cold as ice, like a machine devoid of emotions. She leaned away from Wang Laowu's approaching hands.

These two words felt like a sharp knife cutting and tearing at Wang Laowu's heart. His heart clenched with pain, and he felt as if he were trapped in an icy cave. Tears the size of beans rolled down his yellowed eyes, his wrinkled face contorted in extreme agony.

The thought of not being able to be close to Chu Qingyi again in the future made his heart ache like a knife. No, he would never allow such a thing to happen!

"Qingyi, Qingyi, listen to me. Even if you don't consider me, you should think about Xiaoye. If he notices any conflict between you and me, how could he focus on his demon-catching tasks? He might even become melancholic and stagnate in his cultivation. How could you bear to see him like that? Besides, besides, I truly know I was wrong. I won't dare to... anymore," Wang Laowu clung to his son as his last hope. It was the only solution he could think of at that moment. If Chu Qingyi didn't relent, their relationship would end here.

His face, covered in wrinkles, was streaked with tears. Thick mucus hung like two disgusting caterpillars beneath his nostrils. He sat on the ground like a toad, a pitiful sight.

Upon hearing Wang Ye's name, Chu Qingyi's furrowed brows eased slightly, and a hint of softness appeared in her expression. As Wang Laowu had said, their interactions as father-in-law and daughter-in-law could easily reveal their true feelings in front of the astute Wang Ye. It would only burden him with these trivial matters and hinder his cultivation.

As he witnessed his growing strength, he knew that this incident would likely have consequences and further delay their return to the Heavenly Masters' Sect.