I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 157 Why is the Goddess Drowning in the Most Potent of Fluids? (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Why is the Goddess Drowning in the Most Potent of Fluids? (Bonus Chapter for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

One hand closed around it first... fingers straining to meet on the other side but it wasn’t enough.

The sheer girth defeated Su Muyao’s single grip since Lin Feng’s great staff was simply too thick for one hand to contain.

She raised her other hand, wrapping both around the monstrous shaft in a firm double-fisted hold.

At last, she managed to grasp it fully and still, disbelief flooded her mind.

She could hardly fathom that such a thing belonged to a man.

Unable to stop herself, Su Muyao found her thoughts drifting to her husband, comparing his small size and short length to Lin Feng’s peerless spear.

She swallowed hard as the realization struck.

"My husband’s is like a baby worm... compared to Lin Feng’s mighty dragon!"

She stared, wide-eyed, at how little of its length her hands could contain, how the veins stood out like cords beneath the taut skin, how it seemed to swell even larger under her touch.

Lin Feng’s little brother responded instantly... growing impossibly harder, hotter, thicker and longer as if her awe and presence were fuel to make it go berserk even further.

She began to move... slow at first... sliding both hands upward in a long, gentle stroke, then down again, feeling every ridge, every pulsing vein glide through her grasp.

The rhythm built quickly... up and down, tighter, faster, her thumbs brushing the sensitive underside while her fingers squeezed just enough to make him respond above her.

The slick heat of profound yang essence coated her palms, easing the motion, turning each pump into something obscene and liquid-smooth.

"Ohhh no... not like this!" Lin Feng thought in alarm.

Not even a dozen breaths passed before his control shattered.

His hips jerked once hard.

Then the first thick rope erupted.

Pew.

It lashed across her cheek, hot and heavy.

Pew.

Another stripe painted her closed eyelids, clinging to her lashes.

Pew.

A third burst struck her parted lips, salty and warm, spilling over her tongue before she could even gasp.

More followed... pulse after forceful pulse... coating her face in glistening white, dripping from her chin, streaking down the elegant column of her throat.

And then there was more.

In the span of ten breaths, Lin Feng released an overwhelming torrent of profound yang essence onto the kneeling form of Su Muyao.

Pew!

Pew!

Pew!

It poured over her in wave after wave, far beyond what should have been possible for any man.

The sheer volume drenched her completely from the crown of her head down to her trembling toes soaking her long blonde hair until it clung heavily to her flushed skin in a heated, sticky mess.

The air itself seemed thick with vitality.

Both of them were struck speechless.

"How did he finish so fast? And... isn’t this far too much?" Su Muyao thought inside.

She remained frozen on her knees, her mind blank with shock as the white essence coated her body entirely.

She had been married for two years. She thought she understood men.

She thought she understood limits.

This was not within any limit she had ever known.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest.

The warmth surrounding her felt overwhelming, almost suffocating in its intensity.

It wasn’t just quantity... it was the density.

The profound yang energy within it was so rich and potent that she could almost see the essence shimmering in the air, vibrating faintly around her even though she was merely a mortal woman at this time.

On the other hand, Lin Feng was just as stunned.

"How can there be this much inside me?" he questioned inwardly, disbelief flooding his thoughts.

Back on Earth, he had been completely ordinary.

Average.

Restricted by a mortal body with mortal constraints.

What he could release back then had been laughably small... barely a teaspoon at best.

But now?

This was easily more than a gallon, unleashed in a single outpouring.

And what terrified him most was not the amount.

It was the fact that he did not feel empty.

He looked inward, sensing his dantian, expecting depletion, weakness, and fatigue.

There was none.

Instead, he felt a roaring ocean of yang energy still surging within him.

Vast. Endless.

Like a furnace that had only just been stoked rather than exhausted.

The reserves inside his immortal physique seemed untouched, as if what he had just released was nothing more than a droplet from an infinite sea.

"In this true immortal body... there is no limit," Lin Feng realized.

The thought made his scalp tingle.

It was as if he had gained an infinite ammunition blessing within this overpowered vessel.

A body that defied mortal biology. A body that operated on entirely different laws.

Su Muyao slowly lifted her gaze, still kneeling, still shaking.

The profound yang essence clung to her skin as if unwilling to fade, its heat lingering.

Neither of them spoke.

Su Muyao’s tongue darted out slowly, deliberately.

The tip traced the corner of her full lips, gathering a stray pearl of Lin Feng’s profound yang essence that had landed there like forbidden nectar.

She drew it inside her mouth savoring the thick, salty heat, the raw potency that coated her tongue and slid down her throat with a subtle burn.

Her lashes fluttered... a soft, involuntary hum vibrated in her chest as she swallowed.

That single, languid lick was the final straw. The camel’s back snapped clean in two.

"Fuck this!" Lin Feng roared inside his skull, voice feral and thunderous.

"I’m gonna smash this beautiful MILF right now, no more holding back! No more Mr. Nice Guy!"

The primal urge surged so violently he almost lunged.

But then a quieter, cooler thought slipped through the haze like moonlight cutting fog.

"I guess... I’m still human after all. Even now. Flaws and all."

A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips.

He was a true immortal, the unchallenged apex of this multiverse, power enough to shatter realms with a thought.

Yet perfection?

That remained forever out of reach.