"Your husband is risking his life to protect the clan’s treasury tonight, yet you’re melting beneath a foreign flag."

"Let... let him protect it..." Shuying choked out, her head tossing wildly from side to side as a secondary wave of cascading pleasure began to build deep within her abdomen.

The friction was becoming unbearable, a blinding, localized heat that threatened to dissolve her meridians.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"He is... nothing compared to you... Senior... ah! Open me up... give me... more...!"

Sensing the frantic, desperate contraction of her internal muscles as they clamped tightly around him for the second time, Shen Yu’s green pupils flared with an absolute, malicious thrill.

He didn’t hold back.

Releasing her wrists, he braced his hands against the back of the sofa and unleashed a rapid, thunderous barrage of deep, bottoming-out plunges.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The wet, echoing impacts filled the silent pavilion, completely drowning out the distant, muffled shouting of the outer clan disciples.

Shuying’s body violently arched off the cushions, her lower back trembling as her second, even more violent orgasm forcefully ripped through her.

She shrieked into his chest, her teeth digging into the fabric of his sleeve as her vision completely shattered into brilliant sparks of white light.

Shen Yu let out a low, satisfied growl deep in his throat.

With a final, crushing thrust that anchored her wide hips immovably against the sofa, he filled her to the absolute brim once more.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

His hot seed mixing with her slick wetness as his true Qi flared, leaving a faint, burning brand of his spiritual signature deep inside her lower core.

As the echoes of her second climax began to settle, Shen Yu did not withdraw.

Instead, his eyes gleamed with a thoroughly cold, insatiable lust.

The opportunistic woman lay beneath him, her breath hitching in ragged gasps, but before her vision could even clear, he gripped her chin with an iron hold and pulled himself out of her heat.

He shifted his weight, rising slightly to kneel over her face.

Shuying, completely dazed and thoroughly lost to her lust, opened her mouth to beg for his touch, but her words were instantly cut off.

Shen Yu guided his thick, rigid length directly into her mouth, bypassing her lips and driving deep down her throat without a single shred of hesitation.

"Mmmph—! Nnn—!"

Shuying’s eyes snapped wide, watering instantly as the sheer, invasive size pinned her tongue and blocked her breath.

Her slender fingers clawed frantically against his thighs, her hips twitching on the sofa.

Shen Yu remained utterly unyielding, his dark robes pooling around his waist as he established a ruthless, rhythmic pace.

He pushed deep, bottoming out against the back of her throat, forcing wet, muffled choking sounds to echo through the quiet pavilion.

Gawk! Gawk! Gluck!

Each deliberate, heavy thrust forced her head back into the cushions, giving her absolutely no room to pull away from the dominant display.

After pushing her to the absolute brink of breathlessness, he abruptly pulled out, leaving her coughing and panting as strings of saliva trailed down her chin.

"Up," Shen Yu commanded, his voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly calm purr that brooked zero disobedience.

Shuying scrambled on pure instinct, her body completely broken but entirely submissive.

She dragged herself onto her hands and knees, arching her back tightly.

Because of her slender frame, the movement thrust her exceptionally wide, rounded ass high into the air, presenting her entirely to him under the cold moonlight.

Her inner thighs were already slick, glistening in the dim light.

Shen Yu stepped behind her, his large hand locking onto the nape of her neck to pin her upper body low against the sofa.

Without a single word of warning, he aligned himself and driven forward with a brutal, thunderous surge, burying his entire length back inside her from behind.

"Ahhh—!"

Shuying shrieked into the cushions, her heavy hips violently jerking forward as the raw impact hit her sweet spot with devastating precision.

The angle of the doggystyle position allowed him to plunge to the absolute deepest depths of her core, stretching her walls to their absolute limits.

He began a relentless, rapid assault.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of their joining changed into a fast, wet, and incredibly loud rhythm that dominated the room.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

As he continued to fuck her ruthlessly, his free hand pulled back and came down with a resounding, vicious force directly against the soft, pale flesh of her wide ass.

CRACK!

A sharp, stinging wail tore from Shuying’s throat as the heavy spank echoed off the walls.

A bright red handprint instantly bloomed across her left buttock.

Shen Yu didn’t stop, his hand rose and fell in a steady, punishing rhythm alongside his thrusts.

CRACK! CRACK!

"Does it feel good, Shuying?" Shen Yu whispered mockingly, a wicked, sharp smirk curling his lips as he delivered another deep plunge, paired with a brutal slap that made her heavy flesh quiver violently

"Knowing your husband is outside while your skin turns red under my hands?"

"Yes... ah! Yes, Master... strike me... fuck me harder...!" Mei cried out shamelessly, her mind completely shattered by the dual onslaught of intense pain and overpowering pleasure.

Her wide hips automatically rolled backward, desperately trying to meet each punishing thrust as she begged for the absolute ruin he was inflicting upon her body.

The rhythmic, wet slaps of their bodies and the sharp CRACK of his palm against her reddened, quivering flesh completely dominated the heavy air of the pavilion.

Shuying was entirely lost to the madness, her wide hips jerking back against every punishing thrust, her broken, breathless moans muffled by the silk cushions.

Knock. Knock.

The sudden, crisp sound against the heavy oak doors cut through the visceral noise of the room like a blade of ice.

"Senior Mo... are you awake? May I come in?"

The voice was soft, gentle, and carried a clear undercurrent of nervous hesitation.

The moment the words registered, Shuying’s entire body violently flinched.

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