Zhì Yuǎn held one of Yù Méi's thighs folded against her chest, while his other hand rested beside her head. His large frame loomed over her, blocking most of the light coming through the bamboo window.
He gave no warning.
With a slow, steady thrust of his hips, he began to push inside.
The thick, heated head of his cock parted her slick folds, forcing her inner walls to stretch around him. Yù Méi let out a shaky moan — "Ahh…!" — as he continued forward, meeting a soft but firm resistance halfway in. A thin, hot inner barrier that stretched tightly around his shaft.
"So tight…" Zhì Yuǎn's voice came out rough, almost a low growl as he kept pressing deeper. "Your insides are so hot and tight, Méi."
He pushed further.
The barrier gave way with a wet, muffled sound — schlk — and his cock sank in all at once, breaking through the inner obstacle. Yù Méi arched violently, a pure jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine as if something inside her had been torn open and released. A loud, strangled moan escaped her throat.
But he didn't stop.
He kept going until the heavy, heated head of his cock pressed directly against the entrance of her womb.
That was when she came.
"Ahhn—! Hnnngh—!!"
The orgasm exploded inside her without mercy. Yù Méi's entire body convulsed, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her inner walls clenched violently around his cock, pulsing and sucking as if trying to drag him even deeper. The pleasure was so overwhelming that her vision went white for a second.
"M-My heaven…!" Her voice came out broken, almost tearful as the orgasm continued rolling through her body. "My heaven… ahhn… My heaven…!"
The words spilled out uncontrollably, repeated like a delirious mantra.
From the side of the bed, Yù Qíng let out a low, husky laugh, her half-lidded eyes watching her sister tremble violently while her husband remained buried deep inside her.
She leaned forward, bringing her lips close to Yù Méi's left ear. Her voice came out in a slow, rough whisper — both sensual and mocking:
"Look at you…" Yù Qíng murmured near her sister's sensitive ear. "I warned you, didn't I? That you wouldn't even be able to call him by name once he actually fucked you. Look at yourself… cumming on the very first thrust and calling him 'my heaven' like a bitch in heat."
Yù Méi shuddered violently at her words. The warm whisper against her ear, combined with the thick cock still pulsing inside her, made her inner walls clench even tighter around him, almost painfully so.
Zhì Yuǎn let out a low grunt of approval.
He began to move.
Slowly. Short, deep thrusts, barely pulling out before sinking back in to press against the entrance of her womb. Each impact drew another muffled moan from her and another strong contraction. Yù Méi kept calling out, her voice hoarse, almost delirious against the palm of his hand:
"My heaven… My heaven… ahhn… My heaven…"
He didn't let her continue.
One of his large hands moved up and covered her mouth completely, his fingers pressing against her cheek and jaw. At the same time, he lowered his body, pressing his weight down onto her. His broad, warm chest crushed her breasts against the mattress, his entire frame covering hers completely.
Yù Méi let out a muffled moan against his palm. The weight. The heat. The pressure. It was overwhelming. It was perfect. It was exactly where she had always known she belonged — beneath him, being crushed into the mattress, unable to escape even if she wanted to.
She loved it.
She loved being pressed down by his body. She loved feeling that nothing else in the world existed besides his weight on top of her, his cock inside her, and his deep voice murmuring near her ear.
"That's it…" Zhì Yuǎn murmured against her ear, his voice low and rough, almost gentle. "Let it all out. Don't hold back. I want to feel you cumming around me until you can't think anymore."
He continued moving slowly, short and deep thrusts, keeping his weight on her while his hand remained pressed over her mouth. Yù Méi trembled beneath him, her eyes watery, her body still convulsing with pleasure. The orgasm that had started when he pressed against the entrance of her womb still hadn't ended — it just kept rolling, making her shake without pause.
Yù Qíng watched everything with a small, satisfied smile, her chin resting on her hand.
"Look at her trembling…" she murmured, almost to herself. "On the very first thrust. How embarrassing, little sister."
Zhì Yuǎn kept moving inside her for long minutes.
Deep, controlled thrusts, each one ending with the thick head of his cock pressing against the entrance of Yù Méi's womb. She came. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five times in a row — each orgasm arriving faster than the last, her body shaking nonstop, her moans turning into broken sobs as she writhed beneath him.
On the sixth orgasm, her body finally began to lose strength. Her arms fell limply to her sides, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She was completely soaked, her fluids running down his shaft and staining the sheets beneath them.
Zhì Yuǎn slowed down until he stopped completely.
He pulled back slowly, withdrawing almost his entire length until only the thick head remained nestled at her hot, twitching entrance. The hand covering her mouth moved away. Yù Méi was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed red — clear finger and palm marks still visible on her jaw and cheeks. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted, soft moans escaping without her realizing.
He leaned his face close to hers, his voice low and rough:
"Want to keep going?"
Yù Méi blinked slowly, still lost in pleasure. She nodded weakly.
Zhì Yuǎn smiled faintly.
"Then beg."
She shuddered at his words. Instead of speaking, she moved slowly, lifting her face and beginning to kiss his cheek with trembling lips. Wet, desperate kisses. Then she moved higher, licking his ear with her hot tongue while rubbing her swollen, soaked entrance against the head of his cock in slow, needy motions.
"P-please…" she whispered against his ear, her voice hoarse and broken. "Crush me… fuck me more… until I forget everything… until I can't think about anything but you… My heaven… please…"
As she begged, she kept rubbing herself against him, her clit brushing against the thick head of his cock. The triple stimulation — his mouth on hers, his hand kneading one of her breasts, and the friction at her entrance — was too much.
Yù Méi came again, moaning loudly against his lips as her entire body trembled. Hot fluids gushed from her entrance, running down the thick shaft of his cock.
He smiled against her mouth.
Without warning, he grabbed her limp, still-trembling body, flipped her over with ease, and put her on her stomach. He stretched her legs straight down, keeping them pressed tightly together. Then he positioned himself behind her, spreading one of her ass cheeks with his large hand and guiding the head of his cock to her swollen, twitching entrance.
Yù Méi let out a hoarse moan when she felt him pressing against her from behind.
Zhì Yuǎn lowered his body over hers. His weight crushed her into the mattress. One of his hands slid beneath her chin, gripping her neck firmly, while his other hand moved down her stomach, palm pressed just above her pubic bone.
He lined the head of his cock up perfectly at her entrance.
And then he pushed.
His entire body weight came down at once.
His thick cock forced its way inside her in one deep, brutal thrust. Yù Méi cried out into the mattress as he drove straight through — this time reaching the deepest part of her womb. His hand on her stomach pressed down at the exact moment he buried himself completely, making her feel every inch of him stretching and filling her.
"Hnnngh—!! Ahh—! M-My heaven—!!"
The orgasm that followed was violent.
Her entire body convulsed beneath him. Her fluids gushed forcefully around his thick shaft, squirting out and soaking his thighs and the sheets. She was cumming so hard it was like a waterfall — hot liquid pouring out nonstop as she trembled uncontrollably.
Zhì Yuǎn let out a rough grunt, his hips flush against her ass.
"Take it…" he growled against her ear, his voice thick and low. "Take my seed deep inside."
He came.
Hot, thick jets shot directly into the deepest part of her womb, filling her until it overflowed. Even so, he didn't stop moving. He began thrusting again — first slowly, then picking up speed, using his body weight to drive deep with every stroke.
Yù Méi was lost.
She kept slipping in and out of consciousness. The pleasure was so overwhelming that her mind couldn't process it. She could only moan and whimper into the mattress, her body shaking nonstop as he fucked her mercilessly.
Zhì Yuǎn increased his pace even more.
His thrusts became shorter and more brutal, the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. Yù Méi kept squirting — small jets leaking out every time he hit the deepest part of her womb. She couldn't even arch her back. His weight kept her completely pinned to the mattress.
When he came for the second time, it was even stronger.
He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, pulsing, filling her again while she convulsed beneath him, her fluids gushing uncontrollably around the thick base of his cock. Her body shook so hard it looked like she might break — but he held her in place, crushing her with his weight, one hand on her neck and the other pressing her stomach against the cock still throbbing deep inside her.
Yù Méi let out a long, hoarse, almost animalistic moan before her eyes rolled back and she completely lost consciousness, her body still twitching weakly beneath him.
Zhì Yuǎn gave her no rest.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her limp body, putting her on all fours. Her head fell forward, face buried in the mattress, her arms hanging limply at her sides. He gripped her waist firmly and began thrusting — long, deep, and fast. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Hnn… ahh… hahh…" Yù Méi's moans came out muffled against the mattress, broken and nearly incoherent. Her body rocked forward with every thrust, her breasts pressed against the sheets.
He didn't stay in that position for long.
With a quick motion, Zhì Yuǎn turned her onto her side and lifted one of her legs, holding it open. He entered her from behind, thrusting deep from the side, his free hand squeezing her breast tightly. Yù Méi let out a long, hoarse moan, her entire body trembling.
Plap-plap-plap-plap—!
"Ahhn…! M-My… heaven…" Her voice came out weak, almost tearful. She could barely keep her eyes open.
He continued for a while, thrusting deep and fast, until he felt her body starting to slip. Then he stopped, pulled her limp body into his lap, and sat back on his knees. With his legs slightly spread, he pressed her back against his broad chest, one hand gripping her waist while the other moved up to hold her neck from behind.
He turned her face and captured her mouth in a rough kiss, sucking on her tongue as he thrust into her — short, fast, and deep strokes, his hips slapping against her ass without pause.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Yù Méi wasn't responding anymore. Her body only twitched, trembling with every thrust, her moans coming out weak and hoarse against his mouth. "Hnn… ah… hahh…"
At one point, her body slipped to the side. Zhì Yuǎn easily pulled her back, one hand gripping the nape of her neck and the other squeezing her ass tightly. In a brief moment of clarity, Yù Méi weakly wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to move with his rhythm, her hips shifting slowly and uncoordinated.
"M-My heaven…" she whispered against his neck, her voice barely audible. "More… please…"
But seconds later, she passed out again, her arms going limp.
Zhì Yuǎn kept fucking her anyway — holding her limp body against his chest, thrusting deep and fast while she drifted in and out of consciousness. Her moans were almost silent now, only small, hoarse sounds escaping every time he hit the deepest part of her womb.
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap—!
He only stopped when he felt her body no longer reacting. Then, he released one final load deep inside her, cumming for a full minute straight.
Carefully, Zhì Yuǎn laid her limp body back onto the mattress. His cock slipped out of her with a wet sound. Immediately, her fluids began leaking out — thick and clear, running down the inside of her thighs and staining the sheets. His Yang, however, had been completely absorbed by the Absorption Formation he had created inside her.
Yù Méi was panting.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her entire body glistening with sweat. Her skin was flushed red, marked with hickeys all over — on her back, shoulders, breasts, and neck. Her eyes were half-open and glassy, fixed on his face with an expression of pure desperation and desire. Even though she was completely wrecked from pleasure, even though she could barely stay conscious… she was still looking at him like she was begging to be taken again.
Zhì Yuǎn looked at her in silence for a few seconds, his chest rising and falling, his cock still hard and glistening with her fluids.
He leaned forward, running his thumb over her swollen lips.
"Still want more?" he asked, his voice rough.
Yù Méi didn't answer with words.
Instead, she slowly turned her face and wrapped her lips around his thumb, beginning to suck and lick it slowly, her watery eyes still locked onto his. Her body trembled lightly on the mattress, but her mouth worked with almost desperate devotion.
Zhì Yuǎn's eyes darkened.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "That's how my woman should be."
The words hit Yù Méi like lightning. Her eyes lit up with an intense, almost wild light, and she sucked on his thumb harder, her tongue curling around it hungrily. Her insides twisted with pleasure just from hearing him claim her as his again.
Zhì Yuǎn watched her for a few seconds, then curved his lips into a small smile.
"But first… let's get you to breakthrough. That way you'll be able to handle even more pleasure."
He didn't wait for a response. He placed his hand on her lower abdomen, sending a thread of his energy into her body. The Absorption Formation he had created inside her responded immediately.
The Yang stored during their entire session began flowing toward the Primordial Mill he had implanted within her. The mechanism activated with a faint hum of energy, grinding and refining the dense Yang into pure Primordial Qi. Only after being processed was the Primordial Qi released and absorbed directly into Yù Méi's Dantian.
Since she was already at the ninth stage of the Mortal Realm, her Dantian saturated in an instant.
Then it expanded all at once.
A silent but immense pulse of energy exploded outward from her body. The bamboo leaves around the cabin shook violently, as if an invisible wind had swept through the entire bamboo grove. Birds flew away in panic. Even from kilometers away, any sensitive cultivator would have felt that sudden surge of Qi — dense, pure, and unusual.
Yù Méi arched her back on the mattress, her eyes rolling back as she felt the space inside her expand violently. When everything finally calmed and she could perceive what was happening within herself again, her Dantian was no longer the same.
The internal space was enormous.
Smaller than Yù Qíng's Ocean of Qi, but still vast — a wide expanse of bright, dense Qi slowly swirling like a calm sea. At its center remained a remnant of Primordial Qi, forming complex patterns in the air.
Zhì Yuǎn, who had been observing everything with his Inner Vision, let out a low sound of approval.
"A more than perfect Qi Sea…" he murmured. Then he frowned slightly, watching the patterns forming. "No. This is no longer just a simple Qi Sea. I think the correct name would be… Sea of Law."
As he spoke, the remaining Primordial Qi continued to be absorbed and refined. The patterns in the center of the sea began to solidify, gaining form and structure. Yù Méi felt it the moment the Law finished forming — it was as if something inside her had clicked into place. She merged with that Sea of Law naturally, as if it had always belonged to her.
The moment the fusion completed, she murmured softly, almost without realizing:
"Law of Rupture…"
Inside Zhì Yuǎn's Inner Universe, a new star appeared.
Small. Golden. Still faint, but shining with a stable, warm light. A star that represented Yù Méi — now officially part of his universe.
Zhì Yuǎn smiled and gently caressed her face.
"You did well," he said softly. "Very well."
From the side of the bed, Yù Qíng let out a low chuckle, resting her chin on her hand.
"Congratulations, little sister. You've just entered the Transcendent Stage." She tilted her head, her smile slightly mischievous. "Though… I don't think your appearance will change much. Our husband already made you perfect a long time ago."
Yù Méi blushed violently at her sister's words. Instead of replying, she stretched her arms toward Zhì Yuǎn, silently asking him to hold her. When he leaned down, she pulled him to her, capturing his lips in a deep, needy kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to fuse completely with him.
When the kiss finally ended, she was breathless, her eyes shining with renewed light.
"I feel… revitalized," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I'm sure we can go for another hour…"
Zhì Yuǎn raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
Yù Méi bit her lower lip, still flushed, but didn't look away from him. Her fingers trailed up his broad chest, lazily tracing the lines of his muscles.
The next hour would be a tremendous lesson for the golden woman who had just earned her place in his universe.