Naked Sword Art

Chapter 505: Optional smut Chapter - Li Lian’s Mom

"You came."

"It’s good to see you again, mother-in-law," Xiao Fang replied lightly.

"Mother-in-law?" she scoffed, though the warmth rising to her cheeks betrayed her composure, she still tried to put on a tough act in front of him. "Don’t get ahead of yourself. If you want to marry my daughter, you’ll need my approval first," She steadied her breath before continuing, "Until then, you can call me Hua Rumei."

"Hua Rumei," Xiao Fang repeated slowly as he took a step closer.

The sound of her name on his lips nearly undressed her. It stirred memories she hadn’t allowed herself to revisit—memories of his lips and hands making her feel things no one else could.

"Is your husband home?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"He’s not," she replied, as she stared up into his violet eyes.

The longer she looked, the closer she wanted to get to him.

Her plump breasts heaved as her breath became heavy.

He knew that look, he knew it well. If her eyes could talk, they’d be telling him one thing, ravage me.

Xiao Fang stepped forward, making her look up a bit more with her yearning gaze. The moment he did, she stepped closer as well, before leaning into a hug.

Xiao Fang accepted it, letting her wrap her arms around his neck, pressing big tits against his chest.

He hugged her back, just before she gave his cheek a kiss.

A gentle smile appeared on her lips the moment her kiss left his cheek. Before he knew it, his hands had already slid down to her ass, giving it a good squeeze.

"Mym~" she moaned shyly as she buried her face into his shoulder.

One of her legs slid up him, bringing her covered pussy against the bulge in his pants.

This was his mother-in-law’s pussy he was feeling. Even though it was covered, feeling it pressing and rubbing against his cock desperately was enough to make Xiao Fang want to bury his cock deep inside of her desperate milf pussy.

’Such a devastatingly lecherous woman,’ he thought.

Hardly any time had passed but she was already making him think about making a sloppy mess out of her. Lewd thoughts flashed through his mind, each one getting dirtier and more tempting.

But then he noticed it.

It was faint—subtle enough to slip past most senses—but still potent. A warm, unfamiliar influence stirred within him... only to be swallowed moments later as his red—poison resistance—beast core reacted, absorbing the foreign substance greedily.

Xiao Fang’s expression shifted slightly.

’Her kiss...’ he realized. ’She must’ve used an aphrodisiac.’

The impulse was still there, lingering like an echo, but his mind was already clear again. He hadn’t come here for indulgence—but there was no way he would allow anyone to sneak one in on him.

’Two can play at that game,’ he thought before carefully kissing her neck back.

She accepted it, thinking she was finally going to get what she wanted, but then she felt it.

The effect was immediate.

Dual Cultivation Qi surged through her like a jolt of lightning, but it seeped into her meridians like a warm tide. Her breath caught as the energy spread, stimulating everything it touched.

Then, when the sensation was at its peak, Xiao Fang did something he had only tried on a few people. A familiar technique with a bit of a twist.

[ Soul Heal ]

In the next moment, Xiao Fang’s soul power invaded her body. The technique meant to heal one’s soul was being used to stimulate it instead.

She moaned lightly as she squeezed herself against him. A single thought echoing in her mind:

’I need him.’

Xiao Fang, feeling the shift, finally withdrew—leaving the air between them charged, unfinished, and dangerously quiet.

"You know what I want," he said.

"You can have it, you have my blessing," she replied as she closed the gap.

Leaning a bit closer, she whispered, "Satisfy me tonight, and she’s yours."

Hearing enough, Xiao Fang pulled her in to seal her lips with his own. Feeling his kiss, she melted into his arms—submissively letting him hold her in ways she had never been held.

Xiao Fang carried her to her room. Although this wasn’t his intention, what kind of dual cultivator would he be to decline such a temptation.

The room got steamy quickly. Naked bodies rubbing. Desperately entangling within the sheets. Grabbing, groping, and thrusting.

Nothing was held back. She was a woman that had been craving this kind of pleasure for so long, so she wasn’t going to be conservative about it. She wanted everything. She wanted it rough, she wanted it messy, she wanted it deep. She wanted every hole to be stretched, fucked, and ruined by his big cock, she wanted heaven, she wanted it all. And Xiao Fang wasn’t going to hold any of that back from her.

"Cum inside of me, please. I want it. Cum inside of my shameless pussy. Fill it till your balls are empty. It’s yours."

Nothing but muffled moans sounded out, but Xiao Fang still understood her clearly.

Xiao Fang’s slow thrusts got quicker as he squeezed her beneath him.

Feeling that, her long erotic breaths turned into quick moans as her juices stirred.

"Ahh~ ahh~ ahhaaa~"

She moaned loudly as his cock pounded her wet milf pussy.

She never would’ve thought a big cock would feel this good. As much as it hurt, the pleasure far exceeded it.

"Ahhaa mymm~"

This was it, this was what she needed. That spot right there, Xiao Fang had found it, and he wasn’t going to let it go.

Her loud moans turned into screams of ecstasy.

Quickly, she felt her limit approaching.

"Please don’t stop. I need it, I need it ahhaaa!"

Xiao Fang had no intention of stopping, not this time.

[ Naked Sword Thrusting Heaven ]

Her pretty mild toes curled, her pussy clenched, and her voice went mute.

Xiao Fang leaned in, hearing her tense breath, as if struggling to keep herself together. But Xiao Fang didn’t want that, he wanted her to release it all, completely and utterly have no strength left.

Then he noticed something was wrong—her soul sea was behaving strangely. Its outer shell thinned and faded, allowing a strand of his own soul essence to slip inside. And then he saw it.

At first, he couldn’t place what he was witnessing—until the scenes took shape, growing uncomfortably familiar.

’These are her memories,’ he realized.