Naked Sword Art

Chapter 456: Li Lian 18+ Optional Chapter

The soft rustle of fabric stirred in the quiet room. Matriarch Shi Lan slowly opened her eyes, a faint violet hue flickering in her gaze before it faded completely. The room was dim, bathed in moonlight. It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t in her own bed.

She sat up abruptly.

To her left, Li Lian lay peacefully under the covers—her breathing calm, her hair sprawled like crimson silk across the pillow.

Shi Lan’s face flushed.

"Why... why am I next to her?" she whispered to herself.

A rush of memories from her time spent with Xiao Fang. The bath, his voice, the feeling of his body against hers... all of it came flooding in.

Her face turned scarlet.

She turned away immediately, brushing her hair over her shoulder with haste as if to hide from the shame creeping up her neck.

"What was I thinking..." she muttered, reaching for her inner robes.

The moment she stood her legs wobbled. They were still weak after what Xiao Fang had done to her, the sensitivity between her legs still hadn’t faded either.

There was no trace of him. No footsteps, no aura, no lingering scent.

’Did he really just leave me here with her?’ she thought.

Shi Lan dressed in silence, glancing once more at the slumbering Li Lian before quietly exiting the room. Her steps were light, but her heart was pounding. Even the cold night air outside did little to cool her burning thoughts.

She vanished in a blink of white light.

Back in her private chambers deep in the Core Court, she collapsed onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow before letting out a scream followed by a beautiful laugh.

Rolling onto her back she smiled excitedly at the thought of everything she did.

"I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it. I really did it, I can’t believe I really did it."

At that moment, she wished she could tell someone it, but she knew she could never let anyone know. Except maybe her close friend Yao Wu.

Sleeping with a disciple, but not just any disciple, it was the infamous Da Long.

It was everything she hoped it would be and so much more.

She slid her fingers down, feeling around her groin, curiously touching around her sweet spot. She was still extremely sensitive down there, and the lingering pleasure reminded her of what she let Xiao Fang do to her. His hands on her body, his lips on her neck, his erect dragon thrusting deep into her—

The thought of it made her smile uncontrollably. She really couldn’t stop smiling.

"That man is dangerous..." she eventually whispered to herself. "And infuriatingly... captivating."

Her mind should’ve been on a dozen other things—her duties, the ruined arena, Li Lian’s rampage—but her thoughts kept circling back to him. The way he touched her, the words he whispered, the girth of his—

’He was so rough,’ she thought.

But she liked his roughness. Especially at the end. She was pushed far past her limits, but she really hoped he would fuck her till she passed out. She was convinced that if he had thrusted one more time—the [ 9th thrust ]—she really would have passed out.

For the rest of the night, Matriarch Shi Lan slept restlessly—half-yearning, half-curious, and eager to do it again.

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Back in the Nameless Guild’s quiet, scorched guildhouse, the night was still peaceful.

Li Lian stirred faintly, her fingers curling against the warmth beside her.

"Mmm..." she groaned softly, turning over.

There he was.

Xiao Fang lay on his back, one arm behind his head, his blindfold resting on the table nearby. His breathing was steady, his expression relaxed. Deeply satisfied with the breakthroughs he had just made with his Dual Cultivation method.

Li Lian smiled upon seeing him.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" she murmured, voice drowsy, soft, and caring in an almost motherly way.

Xiao Fang turned his head, giving her a sideways glance. "I’m okay."

She nestled closer, laying her head on his chest.

"I burned down your house."

"I’ve already forgiven you."

"You called me a crazy bitch."

"You were trying to kill me."

"...Fair."

He chuckled, running his fingers gently through her hair, smelling its fragrance after he pulled her in closer.

The silence between them was warm. The chaos of the day faded like ash in the wind.

"Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you proud of me?"

"I am. You’ve become a remarkable woman, Lian’er."

He kissed her on the head, then a faint smile appeared on her pretty lips.

"My beautiful wife has gotten so strong."

"Mn~"

Her quiet hum of agreement was barely audible, her breath already slowing as sleep pulled her under.

Neither of them spoke again.

Only the soft rhythm of their breathing filled the room—two hearts, side by side, finally at peace.

Xiao Fang finally closed his eyes. It was time to rest.

...

When Xiao Fang woke up, he was met with a nostalgic scene.

His sheets bobbed up and down, under the blanket, he immediately knew who it was.

"Lian."

His hands found themselves on Li Lian’s head as he felt her soft lips stroke his cock. Feeling that, she suddenly stopped.

Kneeling, she straightened her back. Rubbing the corners of her lips clean, she looked down at Xiao Fang now as if he was prey.

Without exchanging any words, Xiao Fang felt her sliding her smooth thighs up against his as she got into position over his lap.

Not letting Xiao Fang do anything, she quickly guided his cock to her needy unfucked pussy, then slowly sat down on it.

Inch by inch, Xiao Fang’s big cock stretched Li Lian’s beautiful little pussy more and more, making her eyes roll back.

Xiao Fang slid his hands up her thighs, up to her waist. She felt so smooth, it was amazing. But it didn’t last for long. Li Lian grabbed his hands and pinned them down with all the strength she could muster.

Xiao Fang was amused and interested. He didn’t fight her, because he wanted to see what she wanted to do.