I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 137 Why is This Boulder So Warm and Squishy?

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Why is This Boulder So Warm and Squishy?

It was the first time in both of Lin Feng’s lives that a beautiful woman had hugged him so intimately.

The sensation was overwhelming... gentle, warm, impossibly soft.

It felt as though he were being embraced by soft clouds, Su Muyao’s chest pressed snugly against him, warm and yielding as she held him tightly.

He awkwardly lifted his hands, unsure where to place them.

"Lady Su... I don’t think this is appropriate," he began carefully.

"You are the mother of my student. This is, at the very least, improper. Perhaps we should th..."

His words were cut short.

Su Muyao rose onto her tiptoes.

And before he could finish speaking, her lips pressed firmly against his.

The kiss was warm and hot.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to fall silent except for the faint flicker of the lantern beside them.

For three breaths that stretched into eternity, Su Muyao took bold liberties, claiming Lin Feng’s lips in a kiss that began hesitant and desperate, then grew resolute, determined, and insistent.

Time itself seemed to slow.

The world beyond them faded into silence, leaving only the warmth between their bodies and the faint tremor in her hands as they clutched at his robes.

She was the one who moved.

She was the one who dared.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, stood there like a statue carved from jade... tall, still, and utterly immovable.

Inside, however, chaos reigned.

This woman... she stole my first kiss!

His thoughts rang like thunder in his mind.

For all his knowledge... for all the eternal Daos he had comprehended... this was unfamiliar territory.

He understood the Dao of Desire, the Dao of Yin and Yang Harmony, the Dao of Emotional Resonance.

In theory, he could guide the most delicate of romantic exchanges with flawless precision.

With a mere shift in aura, he could make hearts race.

With a single glance, he could unravel a woman’s restraint, bringing her to climax... not just once, but multiple times in a series of overwhelming, sensual waves.

Yet none of that mattered now.

Because knowledge was one thing.

Experience was another.

This was the first time a woman had ever pressed herself so close to him, the first time he felt the softness of another’s lips against his own.

Her faint fragrance lingered in the air... warm, feminine, intoxicating.

Her fresh, sweet breath was intoxicating, teasing and delighting his senses with every subtle inhale.

Her heartbeat thudded rapidly against his chest, and he realized with a strange clarity that his own heart was no calmer.

He could have responded.

He could have deepened the kiss, taken control, reversed their roles with ease.

But he did not.

In this moment of temptation and heightened sensuality, Lin Feng still clung firmly to the strong principles by which he lived.

Su Muyao was his student’s mother.

That single truth weighed heavier than any heavenly tribulation.

So he endured it... no, not endured. He allowed it.

He remained upright and steady, hands hovering awkwardly at his sides, refusing to take advantage of her vulnerability.

He would not cross that invisible boundary unless she truly understood what she was doing.

Meanwhile, Su Muyao poured everything into that kiss... gratitude, longing, confusion, perhaps even loneliness that had built up over years.

It was not the kiss of a scheming woman.

It was the kiss of someone who had made a decision and was too afraid to retreat.

When she finally pulled back, the distance between them was only a breath apart.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of courage and uncertainty.

Lin Feng inhaled slowly, steadying the storm within him.

Sometimes, in life, what appears to be a great sacrifice does not feel painful at all.

Sometimes, restraint is far more difficult than indulgence.

"This is nothing! I can take more than this. Give it your best shot, Lady Su!" Lin Feng urged inwardly, his voice echoing in silent defiance.

Three breaths later, Su Muyao slowly pulled away, ending the chaste yet lingering kiss she had given Lin Feng.

The warmth between them faded inch by inch as she lowered herself from her tiptoes, her soft shoes settling back onto the cool floor.

For a fleeting second, her fingers still gripped the fabric of his robes, as though afraid that once she let go, the courage she had gathered would disappear as well.

Then she looked up at him.

At his calm, restrained expression.

At the way he had not taken advantage of her boldness.

And in that instant, her heart settled.

He truly is a good and upright man. I was not mistaken to choose him as my dao companion, she thought to herself.

There had been no greed in his eyes. No flicker of lustful triumph.

No tightening of his hands around her waist to pull her closer.

If anything, he had looked conflicted... restrained by principles that most men would have long discarded.

Lin Feng was only the second man she had ever kissed in her life.

Her first had been her husband.

He had been a simple but dependable man, a cultivator of modest strength who loved her sincerely.

Yet fate had been cruel.

On the very day she gave birth to Su Wanwan, he had fallen during a clan mission outside the city.

News of his death reached her while she was still weak from childbirth, cradling their newborn daughter.

Since that day, she had lived not as a woman but as a mother.

Five years.

Five long years of burying loneliness beneath responsibilities.

Five years of swallowing desire before it could even surface.

She had focused solely on raising Wanwan, on protecting what little family she had left.

The warmth of a man’s embrace had become nothing more than a distant memory, something she convinced herself she no longer needed.

Until Lin Feng appeared.

He did not force his way into her life. He did not chase her with honeyed words or bold advances.

Instead, he helped her daughter. He brought spiritual dishes.

He offered guidance and protection without asking for anything in return.

His kindness had always been quiet and steady.

And in that single kiss alone, it felt as though Su Muyao had finally reclaimed the part of herself she’d kept locked away for five long years.

Heat bloomed low in her belly, then surged downward.

Between her thighs she was already slick, swollen, dripping hot delicious honey onto the insides of her legs... her body answering before her mind could catch up.