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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 23:58:54 +0000 UTCChapter 8 Part 3 Lessons of Desire and Devotion
In the past, after trysts with Daozhi, she was always energetic afterward.
Gao Jianli likewise lay with hands on her body, absently stroking her flesh.
Nearby, Xiaomeng withdrew fingers from her own pussy, having climaxed as well though she clearly could control her breath, not lost in lust.
She licked clean her wet fingers, thinking aloud in bemusement, “Union of spirit and flesh?”
As their breathing calmed, Gao Jianli cradled Xue Nu in his arms; she nuzzled his scent.
“A Xue, I’ll keep calling you that I’m used to it.”
Xue Nu sensed his change and didn’t press for the slave address.
“Slave obeys master,” she replied, putting his hand to her chest, pressing the “Gao” mark. “Slave awaits master.”
They rested together, then returned hand-in-hand to the Mohists, greeted by sincerest congratulations.
Back among the Mohists, Xue Nu had Duanmu Rong treat her chest; with her medicine, the “Gao” mark would fade in days, so she asked to have it retained. After strict “interrogation,” she confessed everything.
On the third day, both went to Xiaomeng for further instruction. Theoretically understood, practice still clouded. Despite attempts at dual cultivation, they struggled to synchronize; any heightened excitement broke the connection, so they couldn’t fully harmonize.
Listening to Xiaomeng, they learned: as Heaven spins left and Earth returns, man rises and woman receives, man acts and woman follows, woman acts and man keeps pace such is the natural law.
In lovemaking, breath naturally connects; one leads, the other follows dual cultivation is about allowing the partner to guide one’s internal breath, rather than controlling it oneself.
The key is mutual desire: without passion, dual cultivation fails. Throughout, one must maintain mutual arousal, adjusting oneself and responding to the other.
One’s internal breath is self-regulated; if the mind is disturbed, breath scatters, breaking the inner circuit so dual cultivation requires not falling into lust, nor lacking desire.
Gao Jianli atop Xue Nu, cock embedded, he managed breath according to internal cultivation while externally leading her breath.
Xue Nu surrendered bodily control, letting Gao Jianli take charge. While his cock moved inside her, he alternated gentle, fast, and strong strokes, monitoring her inner breath.
He focused on stimulating only select areas, letting Xue Nu control other parts; that way, instead of fighting for control, their breaths merged and circulated.
If Gao Jianli grew lost in her body and Xue Nu’s breath threatened to scatter, Xiaomeng guided them: Xue Nu supported the cycle, while also actively helping Gao Jianli stay calm.
But whenever Gao overdid it and Xue Nu got swept away, she’d lose control and connection, so Gao had to master himself, not break the flow.
After several attempts, they completed one cycle; mastering one leads to many.
When all thirty-six positions were practiced successfully with perfect sync, Xiaomeng ended the lessons.
Xiaomeng then continued: “Humans have great desire sex desire is chief. When a woman feels yang, she moves; when a man feels yin, he trembles it’s not within individual control. The right method stimulates both to great desire. Beyond this, there is love a longing only the dedicated can understand.
The desire for sex is humanity’s prime impulse; among men, the skilled can dominate others, driving people to obsession or ruin, abandoning ethics for transient pleasure.
Let me demonstrate with Xue Nu so you don’t stray into deviant ways.”
Xiaomeng led them to yesterday’s trysting spot, summoned five water streams with a wave. Gao Jianli was astounded top experts can extend inner power a foot or so; controlling five streams at will was unheard of.
One stream suspended Xue Nu in midair, pussy spread; another bound her hands behind; a third wound round her breasts and into her mouth; the last two entered her ass and vagina.
“You can use any way to stimulate her, but not truly penetrate,” Xiaomeng told Gao.
He was unprepared for the intensity instant erection. He licked her clit below as Xiaomeng manipulated streams like ghostly fingers inside her.
The water filled all her holes, dexterous like fingers, probing every sensitive spot. In her mouth, the water packed it, pressing her throat, simulating forced oral; in her ass, it filled and rotated, churning and cleaning her bowels; in her pussy, it twisted, tickling internal nerves, even splitting into a tiny flow to breach her cervix, stirring her insides completely.
Gao Jianli had no idea how much pleasure Snow was experiencing; he complemented Xiaomeng’s attack, and soon Xue Nu lost all control, climaxing for the first time her squirting merging with the water; her body shook with euphoria.
Her tits were tied, swelling, nipples engorged; Gao squeezed them hard, sending Snow into another climax from the mix of pain and pleasure.
Responding to Xiaomeng, Gao mounted Snow, using her breasts for a titfuck his first time. Her proud breast gave him pleasure to rival her pussy.
Poor Snow, immobilized, mouth stuffed, could only be a toy for their use.
Suddenly, Snow felt something hard in her ass turned to see Xiaomeng inserting her legendary Autumn Sword.
“No!” She could only scream in her mind as Xiaomeng cruelly tore open her ass.
The unique pain and pleasure overwhelmed Snow, her goddess image, shattered total helplessness.
Gao’s fire boiled; watching Xiaomeng ravage his goddess like a degraded whore, defenseless, shattered his illusions. But Snow, lost in pleasure, responded with bucking and writhing, loving the rough treatment.
“How could she be so wanton?” His fantasy collapsed; he gripped her tits and pressed his cock through them, revealing the massive glans.
Snow had fully surrendered to depravity her mind gone, body assaulted in every way, the intensity robbing her of sanity.
Now kneeling, Gao seized her head, fucked her mouth as if it were her pussy, enjoying the sensation. Xiaomeng withdrew her sword but left the water stream to ravage her ass, which was so filled Snow couldn’t tell how much was inside her entire gut moaned.
Just as Gao was about to cum in her mouth, Xiaomeng dragged him to her, stroking him. Though her fingers were soft, he felt no pleasure; her touch kept him right at the edge he was unable to finish.
