Cultivation starts with picking up attributes
Chapter 83: Ch-83: OUCHH~ (R-18)

Chapter 83: Ch-83: OUCHH~ (R-18)

Feng Yin didn’t wait. The moment the door closed behind them, her soft hands pressed against his chest, and her lips captured his with quiet urgency.

It wasn’t hunger—it was relief. Weeks on the battlefield, surrounded by blood and death, had left both of them yearning for the warmth only the other could provide.

"Welcome home," she whispered, brushing her fingers against his cheek.

"I missed you."

Tian Shen smiled.

"I was gone for barely a month."

"That’s thirty nights. Too many."

Her voice dipped lower.

"I won’t let you sleep alone tonight."

Their embrace deepened. Clothes fell like petals to the floor. The bed, made with soft silks, welcomed their tangled bodies.

Their lips locked against each other, trying to devour their significant other whole.

He kissed her lips. Her neck. Slowly making his way to the snow mountains.

"AAGHH~"

She moaned, eyes hazy with emotion.

"Don’t hold back."

"You’ll regret it if I don’t."

He growled softly.

Just as their pulses quickened—at that exact moment when the mood reached its zenith—

"Ughhh... What are you two doing?!"

The voice was high-pitched. Feminine. And very pouty.

Tian Shen and Feng Yin froze mid-motion. Slowly, they turned toward the bed’s corner, where a certain furball had been curled up in blissful slumber hours ago.

There, sitting with puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes, was Little Mei—only she wasn’t quite so little anymore.

Gone was the sleeping fox cub. In her place stood a girl of maybe eighteen or nineteen in appearance, with crimson hair tumbling down her back and perky fox ears twitching in indignation. Her big amber eyes gleamed with tears and jealousy.

"Master! You—you’re doing naughty things without me again!"

She shouted, stamping her tiny bare foot.

"That’s cheating! I’m your first partner!"

Feng Yin blinked.

"She transformed...?"

Tian Shen sighed.

"I forgot this would happen soon. With that masked man’s blessing. She’s reached 5-star already."

Little Mei sniffled, her voice cracking.

"I cultivated diligently! I missed you... and now you’re in bed without me? That’s evil!"

Her fluffy tail, now three—white with faint streaks of violet—lashed behind her like a whip.

Tian Shen sat up, the covers barely clinging to his waist.

"Mei... wait, calm down."

"No! I demand justice!"

She declared.

"You’ve been cuddling little Sister Yin while I was sleeping! I’m going to mark you as mine!"

Before either adult could protest, the fox-girl leapt into the bed with supernatural speed.

With a pomf, she landed between them and promptly tackled Tian Shen’s chest, rubbing her cheek against it while hugging him tightly.

"I’m joining too! Let’s do it!"

She chirped.

Feng Yin’s eyes twitched.

"Me? Little Sister?"

Little Mei puffed up proudly.

"I’m technically his first partner. That makes you my little sister! So it’s not weird~!"

Tian Shen, knowing if he let out a single word, he will be hunted by both femme fatale.

She declared, already stripping her spirit robe.

"I already made the decision. And it’s your fault for being so warm and... and kissable!"

Feng Yin stared for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, she giggled.

"Well. I suppose I did always suspect she’d try this eventually."

"You’re okay with this?"

Tian Shen asked incredulously.

"I mean, it’s either this or she starts marking furniture."

She teased.

Little Mei beamed.

"Yay~! Little Sis Yin is the best!"

"That’s Big Sis for you!"

Tian Shen didn’t dare move. Not because he was scared—though, maybe just a little—but because he was now the meat in a very affectionate sandwich.

On one side, Feng Yin’s lips hovered near his neck, her breath warm as her fingers traced idle circles on his chest.

On the other, Little Mei had fully latched onto him like a spirit beast refusing to release her prey.

"I’m not letting go."

She mumbled, pouting dramatically as she nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder.

"You feel way better than I imagined..."

"You’ve imagined this?"

Tian Shen asked warily.

"For a while."

She replied sweetly, her fluffy tail swishing behind her like a banner of victory.

Feng Yin arched a brow.

"She’s aggressive."

"Beasts are territorial."

Tian Shen muttered, already regretting every instance he ever gave the girl head pats.

Little Mei’s ears twitched as she puffed up proudly.

"That’s right! And now that I’ve transformed, I’m claiming my territory."

She snuggled deeper into him with an almost audible pomf.

"This chest? Mine. These abs? Mine. This heartbeat? mine."

"You’re going to smother him."

Feng Yin said dryly, though the corners of her lips curved with amusement.

"Better smothered than lonely."

Little Mei shot back with a wink.

Tian Shen raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright. But can we at least breathe before this turns into a full-on p*rn showdown?"

"Ohhh~!"

Little Mei lit up.

"Can we? Can we do a real bonding? Like, a thre**ome?!"

"Do you even know what that means?"

Feng Yin asked.

"Nope!"

She chirped, tail wagging harder.

"But I’m ready to find out! You and me, Sister Yin—let’s team up and make Master see stars!"

The words sent a shiver up Tian Shen’s spine. Mostly from excitement.

Feng Yin chuckled, brushing her hair back lazily.

"She’s got guts."

"But zero brakes," he muttered.

Just then, the soft silks around them rustled as Feng Yin leaned in, eyes glowing faintly with amusement.

"Maybe a thre**ome wouldn’t be so bad."

She whispered, her voice sultry.

Little Mei gasped. Feeling her t*ddies being fondled by both experienced hunters.

Not wanting to be the one being the prey, she also grabbed one of Feng Yin’s melons and roughly fondled them.

Feng Yin mewled.

"Don’t–AAAHH~, get ahead–AAGHHH~"

"But getting ahead is my specialty!"

Little Mei squealed.

Tian Shen groaned softly as Little Mei didn’t forget to massage his d*ck, bobbing her hands alongside his shaft.

"Too late!"

Little Mei chirped.

"You’re already marked! There’s no escape!"

Tian Shen, now completely aroused, looked between the two radiant women—one graceful and composed, the other gleaming with mischief and raw energy.

Maybe this was his destiny all along.

He sighed.

"Let’s just start the three way before one of you burns the bed."

Feng Yin mewled.

"Try not-AAHH~, to faint-AAGGHHH, Hubby~."

He just Smirked in response. Slowly his hands had made their way to the women’s lower zenith.

As he pinched their cl*t, two high pitched surprised moans revered throughout the room.

"AAAGGHHH~"

*SQUIRT**SQUIRT**SQUIRT*

"KYYAAAA~"

*SQUIRT**SQUIRT**SQUIRT*

Already high on sky, they both came, wetting the already messed up bed.

Letting them rest for a bit, he asked impatently.

"Ready?"

""Always!""

Both women exclaimed excitedly.

Not wasting another second, he came in front of Feng Yin, positioning his Hot Rod against her entrance.

He entered het, extracting a soft mewl from her.

"AAGHHH~"

Slowly but surely, he sped up his thrusts, with her moans keeping up the pace.

"AAHH~, AAGHHH~, AAGGHHH~"

As the stimulation build up, so does their passion.

Little Mei, meanwhile, was busy leaving kiss and hickey marks all over Tian Shen.

*THWAK*

"OUCHH~, what was that for?"

The Ex-little ball of furr whimpered pretendingly as he slapped her meaty a*s.

Her breath hitched, not from pain, but from the thrill.

"You’re being naughty now~?"

She purred, lips brushing his ear,

taunting the beast she had beckoned with her defiant grin.

*THWAK*

Another slap, another answer.

His hand lingered on the curve of her thigh, fingers splayed, hot and possessive.

The sound still echoed, more than flesh on flesh—it was a rhythm, a dialogue, and she was fluent in it.

"AAAGHHH~"

But someone else’s soft mewls and whimpers echoed far more.

Feng Yin’s body arched in response with his jackhammering, not away, but toward, an offering, a dare.

"You like that, don’t you?"

His voice was low, husky—dangerous in its restraint.

She turned her head slightly, brushing her lips against his jaw.

"What gave it away~? The sound I couldn’t stop... or the way I’m trembling?"

Her hair—sleek, defiant—sticking messily around her face, teasing him to no end.

It didn’t restrain. It invited.

His hand slid up her waist, tracing each notch of vertebrae like a sacred path.

Her skin quivered beneath his touch, sensitive and waiting, like parchment begging to be written on.

He leaned in, breath hot on her neck, and she tilted her head back, baring her throat with a soft gasp.

Her fingers gripped the sheets as if grounding herself—or surrendering.

"You started this."

He murmured, lips grazing her pulse.

"Every twitch, every look... you wanted this."

"I-AAGHH~, still want-AAGHH~, it-AAHHHH~"

She whimpered loudly, defiant even now, even as her knees wobbled under his intensity.

"So don’t stop. I want to feel it—all of you."

He chuckled, dark and slow. His other hand found her hip, pulling her flush against him.

The heat between them was a storm: rising, greedy, inevitable.

Every movement, every breath, He pressed her against the bed, her whole body jiggling as if it was boneless, a stark contrast.

*THWAK*

A slap landed on Feng Yin’s a*s—this time softer, more deliberate. A caress in disguise.

"AAAHHHH~"

She moaned, spine arching, toes curling in delight.

"AAGHH~, getting gentle–AAGHHH~, with me? AAGGHHH~"

She teased, voice barely a whisper.

"A–AAHHH~fraid, I’llllll~, breaaakk~?"

He leaned close, teeth just grazing the shell of her ear.

"No," he growled, velvet over steel.

"I’m just savoring."

And oh... she shivered. Not from fear, not from pain—but from the sheer, glorious promise in his voice.

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