I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 156 The Sword Fairy’s Sheath is Too Tight!

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 The Sword Fairy’s Sheath is Too Tight!

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He immediately recognized the formation using his divine sense.

The Hidden Peach Blossom Formation was a sound-dampening array.

Once activated, it sealed the room from external perception.

Voices would not travel beyond the walls.

No matter how loud the noise inside... no matter what was said, whispered, or cried out... not a single sound would leak outside.

As of this moment, the world beyond this chamber might as well not exist.

Even if they were to shout at the top of their lungs, no one would hear.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

The battlefield had been sealed.

"Lady Su, no matter what you’re planning at this moment, please don’t do it," Lin Feng said firmly, though he kept his voice controlled.

"Think twice or at least ten times before acting on impulse. I respect you as Wanwan’s mother. Please... don’t break the sacred trust she has placed in me as her teacher."

His words were sincere.

Yet as he spoke, he could see Su Muyao’s cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

Her breathing had grown slightly uneven, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin red fabric.

"It has been more than five years since I last used this formation, Young Master Lin Feng," she replied softly, completely sidestepping his warning.

Her voice carried a hint of nostalgia... of loneliness long endured.

The Hidden Peach Blossom Formation had once been activated only during the most intimate moments she shared with her late husband.

Back then, it was simply a measure of privacy.

They had not wanted their neighbors overhearing laughter... or anything more passionate that might follow.

Five years.

Five years of silence.

Five years of an empty bed.

"And as for you being Wanwan’s teacher..." Su Muyao continued, her eyes locking onto his.

"She doesn’t need to know everything about adults, does she?"

Her gaze did not waver.

"And next time," she added in a softer, almost trembling tone, "don’t be so good to a woman. Even if you don’t intend to... it’s not difficult to fall for a man like you."

There was no playfulness now.

Only honesty.

"Are you just going to stand there?" she asked softly, her voice low and heated, each syllable flowing like warm silk through the quiet room.

Her fingers rose to rest lightly on her shoulder.

Then...

Tap.

The thin red dress slipped from her body and cascaded to the floor in a quiet whisper of fabric.

For a fleeting second, even the air seemed to still.

This was the first time Lin Feng had ever seen a woman bare before him in reality.

In his past life, images on a screen had been nothing more than distant illusions... flat, detached, unreal.

He had watched adult videos in numbers that might as well have reached the trillions!

But this...

This was vivid. Immediate. Breathing.

Su Muyao’s body was breathtaking.

Her twin snowy curves were undeniably huge, the kind that would leave most men breathless at the mere sight of them.

To be fortunate enough to witness such beauty up close was already a rare privilege... one that might make a man silently thank his ancestors ten generations back.

To imagine feeling even a fraction of that softness beneath his touch was almost beyond comprehension.

Su Muyao’s full rabbits rose proudly and confidently, like two flawless mountain peaks bathed in moonlight.

Lin Feng’s gaze drifted downward, and he caught sight of the faint golden patch resting just above the most intimate part of her body.

The soft curls contrasted beautifully against her smooth skin, drawing the eye despite his efforts to remain composed.

Beneath it, the delicate line of her pink tight flower was subtly revealed in the warm lantern light... rosy, inviting, and impossibly delicious to gaze upon.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as if he had gone days without water.

Su Muyao’s natural blonde beauty set her apart in a way that was difficult to describe.

"Am I really going to get devoured by a beautiful milf widow today?" Lin Feng thought to himself, a mix of disbelief and nervous anticipation coursing through his mind.

Lin Feng blinked, and before he fully registered her movement, Su Muyao had already stepped forward, closing the distance between them and breaching his personal space.

"You don’t want to do this, Lady Su," Lin Feng said, making one final attempt to resist the inevitable.

His voice was steady, but the tension beneath it was unmistakable. "Please... think carefully."

"But I do want to... do this," Su Muyao replied softly, a teasing lilt in her tone. "And I’m willing to bet you want this too, Young Master Lin Feng."

Without hesitation, she lowered herself gracefully between his legs.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, her confidence unwavering.

Her fingers brushed against the layers of his azure robes, working deftly at the ties and folds.

Lin Feng drew in a sharp breath.

With a final, decisive tug, the last barrier fell away, and his divine sword was revealed.

For a brief moment, Su Muyao froze.

Shock flickered across her beautiful face, followed swiftly by unmistakable awe.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her.

Lin Feng’s little brother was already engorged to its absolute limit, swollen thick with blood until it stood rigid as forged iron, unyielding and mercilessly hard.

If anyone had dared claim at that moment that his iron rod could shatter diamonds with a single thrust, Su Muyao would not have laughed... she would have believed it without question.

The sheer, brutal rigidity of it seemed to defy nature itself... veins bulging like twisted cords beneath the taut, flushed skin, the entire length pulsing with slow, angry throbs that sent visible ripples along its surface.

"It looks so... monstrous," she thought, her heart pounding at what stood boldly before her.

Su Muyao sank to her knees as though entranced, her body moving on instinct alone, her mind quiet and distant under the spell of what loomed before her.

Her hands rose almost of their own accord, trembling slightly as they reached for the thick, throbbing beast.