Chapter 61: Fun With Xia Bingling In Herbal Garden
Their heated kiss broke apart with a gasp, both breathing heavily. Xia Bingling glared at Wang Li, her chest heaving. “You degenerate!” she spat, her voice tight with anger and exhaustion. “Even with bodies littering the ground, all you can think about is… that?”
Wang Li chuckled, his hand still lingering on her buttocks. “The adrenaline rush tends to have that effect,” he replied, his voice laced with amusement. He squeezed her bottom playfully, earning him a swat from her other hand. “Besides,” he continued, his eyes gleaming, “those kisses were quite stimulating.”
Xia Bingling snorted. “Audacious,” she scoffed. “Couldn’t you have found a more… dignified way to transfer spiritual energy?”
A sly grin spread across Wang Li’s face. He delivered a playful slap to her backside, the sound echoing through the eerily silent battlefield.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he trailed his hand up her side, cupping her massive breast, “Oh, there are other ways, Matriarch. But those kisses,” he paused, his voice dropping a seductive octave, “were a kind of punishment. For messing up the plan, that is.”
Xia Bingling’s shoulders slumped. A pang of guilt washed over her. She’d known better than to rush into the tent. “I… I apologize,” she mumbled, looking down at her feet. “I should have been more patient.”
A sly smile spread across Wang Li’s face. He saw the remorse in her eyes and knew he’d pushed it far enough.
“Hey, mistakes happen,” he said, his voice softer now, giving her buttocks a playful smack. “Especially on missions this risky. Just be more careful next time, alright?” He paused, his gaze flickering over her. “But I gotta admit, I’m impressed. Your blade work was phenomenal. Those wind techniques were a sight to behold.”
The compliment brought a flicker of a smile to Xia Bingling’s lips.
“Your swordsmanship wasn’t too shabby either,” she admitted in a low voice. “Those Yin-Yang attacks… I doubt I could have broken through that leader’s defenses myself.”
Her eyes flickered towards the still form of the fallen leader, a testament to Wang Li’s lethal techniques.
Wang Li winked. “Then let’s consider this mission a teamwork success story. Now,” he continued, his hand dipping down to cup her chin and lift her gaze to his, “how about you show me around this little garden of yours? Seems like we might have disturbed a few precious herbs with all that fighting.”
Xia Bingling readily nodded, relief washing over her. A walk through the garden was a welcome distraction.
As they began their descent down a winding path, Wang Li’s hands found their way back to her curves. A stray touch on her hip, a gentle squeeze on her breast – each contact sent a shiver down her spine. Despite her initial protests, she found herself silently allowing his ministrations, a warmth blooming in her core.
Their walk progressed in comfortable silence, broken only by the soft crunch of their footsteps on the soft earth path. He’d steal a kiss here, a squeeze there, his touch igniting a fire within her.
The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the landscape, dappling the path with silver coins of light. Exotic flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, their sweet scents mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. It was a strange juxtaposition – the serene beauty of nature juxtaposed with the harsh aftermath of battle.
Their walk led them to a clearing, a small pond nestled in the heart of it. Lotus flowers, their pearly white petals glowing faintly, bloomed on the surface of the still water.
A sense of tranquility, an invisible pressure, filled the air. The playful banter from earlier faded away, replaced by a wordless understanding that crackled between them.
They stopped, their eyes meeting. There was no need for words, the unspoken desire burning brightly in both their gazes. When his hand found its way to her face, gently cupping her cheek, Xia Bingling didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.
“This place,” she whispered, her voice husky, “has a rejuvenation spring hidden within. The water is said to revitalize the body and spirit.”
He smiled, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “Sounds like just what we need after a long day of work, wouldn’t you say?”
Xia Bingling didn’t reply, but the slight tremor in her lips spoke volumes. With a shared laugh, they made their way towards the pond, the gentle sound of lapping water and the chirping of unseen insects filling the night air.
The cool water of the pond lapped against their bare skin as they sank deeper, their bodies instinctively clinging to each other. A shiver ran down Xia Bingling’s spine, a tremor that held more heat than the night air could account for. Wang Li wrapped his arms around her, his touch a brand that sent delicious shivers down her spine, simultaneously pleasurable and unsettling.
“This place,” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper against his chest. “It truly does have a calming effect.”
“Not just calming,” Wang Li replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her core. “Seems it’s replenishing our energy reserves too.” He could feel the familiar thrum of power returning to his dantian, the exhaustion of battle receding like a tide.
A tense silence stretched between them, broken only by the gentle caress of the water against their flushed skin. Then, to his surprise, Xia Bingling spoke.
“You have some… unusual abilities, Wang Li,” she said, her voice soft yet laced with a newfound respect. “And a strategic mind that’s bolder than most. If circumstances were different,” she continued, her voice barely a whisper laced with a hint of regret, “I might have even considered a man like you for a husband.”
Wang Li chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through her like a tremor. “I appreciate the sentiment, Matriarch Xia,” he said, his voice husky with amusement. “But you know that’s not in the cards.” He trailed a hand down her arm, sending sparks dancing across her exposed skin. “Our situations are… complicated, to say the least.”
“A shame,” she sighed, the word carrying a weight heavier than its simple sound. “The world wouldn’t accept someone like me with a rogue cultivator, especially considering your… relationship with my daughter Qingwu.”
Wang Li tightened his hold on her, his touch possessive yet strangely reassuring. “The world doesn’t need to know,” he murmured in her ear, his voice dropping to a seductive low. “Doesn’t mean I can’t spend time with you, does it? Besides,” he continued, his hand dipping down to cup the curve of her shapely rear, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips, “I can certainly make sure you get… some enjoyment out of this little secret.”
Xia Bingling’s breath hitched. “You… you fiend,” she half-whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Seducing both me and my daughter…” A flicker of anger sparked in her eyes, but it was quickly eclipsed by a raw, primal desire that threatened to consume her.
His response was immediate, a playful yet arousing nip at one of her already taut nipples. A gasp escaped her lips, a sound that was both pain and pleasure. It was a delicious torment, a reminder of the power he wielded over her senses.
“Hate me all you want, Matriarch Xia,” he murmured against her ear, his voice dripping with a dark allure. “Right now, I find this… arrangement… quite stimulating. Besides,” he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “wouldn’t you agree that attaining greater power would benefit both you and your family?”
Xia Bingling didn’t respond, but a shy nod betrayed the inner turmoil raging within her. The conflict between her pride as a powerful cultivator and the forbidden desire he awakened within her was a constant struggle. She knew this path was treacherous, a secret liaison that could shatter her reputation and the very foundation of her family.
Taking her silence for agreement, Wang Li deepened the kiss, his hand exploring the lush curves of her body with a practiced ease. She responded with a fervor that surprised them both, her inhibitions melting away like frost under the morning sun
His Yin Yang Cultivation Ability hummed between them, fueling their desire and replenishing their stamina.
The moon, a silent witness to their forbidden passion, watched as the night unfolded in a symphony of moans and whispered promises, punctuated by the gentle lapping of the water. Xia Bingling, a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, found herself powerless in the face of Wang Li’s seductive touch, his words echoing in her mind like a forbidden mantra: “Obey me, and you will become stronger.”
As the night wore on, the air grew thick with the musk of desire and the unspoken promise of more to come. They emerged from the pond hand-in-hand, their bodies slick with water and a newfound intimacy. Though their situation was precarious, a thrill coursed through them both, a secret shared only by the moonlight and the whispering lotus flowers.
The rising sun found them nestled beneath a giant willow tree, exhausted but strangely content. The cool morning air brought a welcome change, but it couldn’t cool the embers of desire that still flickered between them.
