Records of Cultivating Immortals [NTR]
Chapter 52: Breakthrough and Lingering Traces
Chapter 52: Breakthrough and Lingering Traces
A suppressed dragon’s roar resounded. Qin Luo, kneeling on the ground, looked at the huge penis that kept going in and out between his mother’s legs. Suddenly, his true energy surged. Although his own penis could not compare with Da Niu’s, it was still painfully swollen at this moment.
After Nangong Muyun’s passionate thrusting, Qin Luo finally came to his senses. This humiliating position inexplicably excited him, and he couldn’t help but lean forward, looking at his mother’s honey hole so close to his eyes with infatuation.
Through his mother’s flat stomach, Qin Luo could clearly see the marks of Da Niu’s glans entering and exiting. The contours of his penis rising and falling were so terrifying that it seemed as if his mother could reach out and touch it through her belly.
"Luo’er... did you see clearly...?" After seeing Qin Luo’s performance, Nangong Muyun finally felt relieved.
"Child... child saw it..." Qin Luo said in a daze.
"Mother loves this big cock so much... It always goes right into the place where you used to be... It feels so good... Mother is so horny... If I don’t get fucked by this big cock for a day... my cunt gets itchy..." Nangong Muyun moved her jade feet off Qin Luo’s shoulders, but Qin Luo, still kneeling between the two of them, seemed to have forgotten to get up.
Seeing his mother place her jade-like feet near his mouth, Qin Luo, as if possessed, stuck out his tongue and put his mother’s round toes into his mouth.
"Ah... Luo’er is so naughty... Da Niu is still fucking Mother’s slutty cunt... How can you lick Mother’s feet..." Nangong Muyun said in a seemingly resentful tone, but she did not move her jade legs away.
Upon hearing this, even Da Niu, who was lying on the bed, couldn’t help but lean over and see his senior brother kneeling between his legs, licking Nangong Muyun’s toes with a look of infatuation. Da Niu couldn’t help but feel a feeling he had never had before.
"Senior brother, are the toes of this bitch is delicious?" Da Niu asked with a wicked grin while enjoying Nangong Muyun’s swaying waist.
"Mmm," Qin Luo mumbled, his mouth full of his mother’s toes.
"It feels good to fuck your mother’s cunt, haha, it’s just a pity your dick is too small, it can’t satisfy her horny cunt!"
Da Niu became increasingly excited, reaching his hands behind Nangong Muyun’s back and grabbing her swaying breasts.
"It’s because Da Niu’s dick is too big... It can fill Master’s cunt every time... Your senior brother’s dick... can’t even fill my mouth..." Nangong Muyun said jokingly, echoing Da Niu’s words as he enjoyed Qin Luo’s oral service.
Hearing his mother and Da Niu discussing his size, Qin Luo felt a surge of heat rush to his head, feeling both extremely embarrassed and strangely excited.
Da Niu on the bed seemed to think that Nangong Muyun’s frequency was not enough, so he moved his hand from his chest to her waist. Qin Luo looked up and suddenly saw a scene that shocked him.
Holding Nangong Muyun’s slender waist, Da Niu lifted her up almost effortlessly, raising her high and then slamming her down as if she were a plaything. The sound of their flesh colliding was so crisp that Qin Luo couldn’t help but think back to a few months ago when Da Niu was still that naive country boy, but now he was playing with his fairy-like mother like a tyrant descending upon the world.
"Ah... no... you’re too strong... slow down..." Nangong Muyun’s soft and delicate body was like a small boat adrift in a sea of lust. Every thrust of Da Niu could stir up a huge wave of pleasure within her body.
"Big cock... Big cock hubby... Fuck me to death... Fuck this bitch’s cunt raw..." This was the first time Nangong Muyun had been played with like this. Unknown to him, a stream of water shot out from their point of union and splashed onto Qin Luo’s face as he knelt on the ground.
Qin Luo had no time to dodge, or rather, he didn’t even want to dodge. He tasted the spring water mixed with the bovine fluid that shot out from his mother’s honey hole, and found it slightly salty with a long aftertaste.
Under Da Niu’s brutal movements, Nangong Muyun had reached countless orgasms. Her long, black hair, which had been neatly tied up just moments before, was now completely disheveled and was flying wildly in the air with each lift and lowering of Da Niu.
This was the first time Qin Luo had ever seen his mother so engrossed in her love. He couldn’t even connect the woman before him with the once stunningly beautiful woman in white, her clothes fluttering in the wind.
Da Niu thought he could last longer, but seeing the mother and son’s performance in front of him, he couldn’t help but feel aroused. After another round of rapid thrusting, he suddenly trembled, and with Nangong Muyun’s loud moans, he immediately ejaculated, pressing his glans against Nangong Muyun’s uterus and starting to ejaculate with all his might.
"Ah... so much... I’m filled up..." Nangong Muyun trembled again as she was scalded by the hot semen.
With a sudden thought, a flash of blue light appeared in Qin Luo’s eyes.
For a fleeting moment, he could even clearly feel that everything around him had stopped. Overjoyed, he knew that he had broken through to the sixth level!
Qin Luo, who had just reached the sixth level, looked at his mother who had already stood up and his gaze involuntarily fell on her slightly protruding belly.
There was so much semen in that Niu?! Qin Luo was shocked. He was about to take a closer look when he suddenly noticed his mother kneeling between the Niu legs again, carefully cleaning him.
Somewhat disappointed, Qin Luo suddenly sensed something unusual. Having reached the sixth level, his divine sense was extremely sharp. Following the divine sense that had just vanished, he suddenly realized that it came from next door.
Not good!
Qin Luo slapped his forehead. Jiang Qingyu’s strength was no less than his mother’s. If she wanted to investigate, everything that had just happened would surely have been detected by her.
Thinking about his somewhat humiliating behavior just now, Qin Luo felt his face burning with shame, wondering how he was going to face the Empress after this...
Meanwhile, fifty miles away from Yangxian Port.
In a mountain forest, two sword lights arrived one after another. Xiao Qing smelled a trace of blood in the air and immediately gripped her two swords tightly.
Song Hongdao, however, walked slowly to a pile of messy tents and frowned as he looked at the corpses scattered on the ground.
"He was a master," Xiao Qing said, immediately noticing that the dead people were all highly skilled.
Song Hongdao nodded and said, "A master swordsman."
"They look like people from Lingyun Palace..." Xiao Qing sheathed her twin swords. As they drew closer, a distinct stench of decay filled the air.
"Soon," Song Hongdao said slowly after carefully examining the corpse.
Xiao Qing then noticed that some people hadn’t even had time to draw their curved swords from their waists.
His gaze fell on a head in the corner, and Song Hongdao narrowed his eyes, muttering, "Oh, so it’s her..."
"What?" Xiao Qing seemed not to have heard clearly.
"It’s nothing." Song Hongdao stood up and said, "We’re going to the auction, so let’s just pretend we didn’t see it."
Although Xiao Qing felt it was somewhat inappropriate, she could only nod because she remembered how Lingyun Palace had taken advantage of Guiyi Sect’s misfortune when it was in trouble.
Not far from Yangxian Port, the two strolled leisurely along a forest path. Looking at Xiao Qing, who was dressed in red, Song Hongdao suddenly stopped.
"What’s wrong?" Xiao Qing looked at Song Hongdao, somewhat puzzled.
"I’ve always had a question..." Song Hongdao smiled and said, "To you, which is more important, Qin Luo or the Guiyi Sect?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qing’s expression suddenly darkened, and she said, "Is there even a need to ask? Uncle Song, don’t you even think about why Guiyi Sect has fallen to its previous state?"
Song Hongdao seemed to have just realized something and said, "That’s true. If it weren’t for him, you probably would have agreed to cultivate with the Golden Crow Hall Master long ago."
Xiao Qing remained noncommittal, then suddenly thought of Qin Luo and said somewhat absentmindedly, "I believe in him. One day, he will become the number one swordsman, just like Uncle Song."
"No, I’m not number one." Song Hongdao suddenly shook his head after hearing this.
Xiao Qing frowned, looking puzzled, and asked, "Uncle Song is already at the ninth level of the Great Perfection, yet he’s not number one?"
"In terms of cultivation, even if we include Xuan Yuan Liushuang, I dare to call myself the number one in the lower realm, but when it comes to swordsmanship, I am indeed not," Song Hongdao said frankly.
Seeing that Xiao Qing still seemed to understand but not quite, Song Hongdao shook his head helplessly.
Along the forest path, Song Hongdao led the way, with Xiao Qing following behind. Looking at the peerless cultivator before her, whose strength was enough to look down upon the world, Xiao Qing suddenly felt that the man’s back looked somewhat lonely.