Chapter 65 - The maiden's victory!

WARNING!

This chapter is an erotica. It is smut. It has bad words.

You have been warned. (I think I got horny after coming to a new country) ->

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Chapter 65 - The maiden's victory!

The day was bright and sunny, but Nanya stayed hidden in the shadows, safe under her blanket from the mocking eyes of her maid. She couldn’t bear to expose her skin, to let the dim sun of the sky bask in her glory as she typically allowed. Because today, it blushed by the shame and humiliation of the desire leaking out of her lovely transformation. No matter how hard she tried, the pink hues of embarrassment refused to fade away from her maidenly visage.

She was curled up on the bed, hugging her naked knees to her tulle-covered breasts, going over her mother’s demonic suggestions as the blanket above her provided the dark, fluffy protection she oh so desperately needed.

This must not be done! We cannot! We shall not! She yelled at herself in futile denial. The plan has been set, her mind made to the oath. Of tender love.

Yes, her image as a princess would be all but ruined, mired into a ravaged damsel by the bandit that was the glib Madlander son.

Her purity thrown out, her chastity left to the sharks. Her cardinal physique locked onto a yang so inferior to her hero's that it was laughable.

Ruined! Tarnished! Defiled and mutilated!

Yet was it worth it? Her mother seemed to think so. In her all too common condescending command, the matriarch had uttered,

"We are immortals, my foolish daughter. We choose what is worth this profound sacrifice that we make. This endless hell that is cultivation. That is love!"

Nanya squirmed as the red hues of her pale skin overtook her foxy ears.

Mother dearest, this is not our dao. And we do not love him!

When she had first heard of the conniving machinations the previous night, of how her mother had trapped her father into a web of inescapable commitment, she was all but elated. Finally, her mother was making sense, she was supporting her cause instead of criticising her virtue. Nanya's feelings were validated by her own creator, her future guided by the strongest female on the planes.

Yes, indeed, her plan to seduce was a good idea.

But a night of sleep had calmed her over-excited heart.

Supporting her cause?

Our cause is not to seduce some barbarian who only thinks with his impotent groin!

It’s all his fault! That sneaky little traitorous servant. If only he would make the move from start to finish. Yet he would not, his daydreams revealing plans of forcing her dainty little hands.

But she was Su Nanya, the revival fox princess! The honoured revived grace from the south! And she would not be forced!

Under the blanket, her palms moved down her body, her fingers hooking around the elastic threads of her peach-coloured lingerie. She snapped them taught, then slowly, with breaths of fire, pulled them down.

…she wasn’t being forced. Nor tricked. Nor betrayed. She would do what she must, with her own free will.

“That is correct, oh mother dearest. We have our own—.”

A sudden noise interrupted her pondering, the noise of a foot on wood and the light steps of a perverted boy creeping up on her bed.

The door to her queen's suit was opened with the slightest of frictions in a vain attempt to be stealthy. The azure wind made its last snicker of pettiness, then left the realm as the doors closed again. Nanya was seething. She would pose a complaint to the village authorities about this severe negligence later.

In her world, doors did not creak!It interrupted her thoughts, making her heart beat so fast that she feared the intruder would overhear.

But for now,

"You have come," Nanya spoke through quivering lips. She removed the blanket to illuminate the world with her glorious form.

Her curly blonde hair spread out behind as the sunlight reflected off in rainbow hues from the droplets of sweat and tears miring her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered, and the world seemed to shake with it, while her golden pupils stared dead straight at the weak little man casting his rude shadows on her naked body.

Her servant took a deep breath.

"You're gorgeous." He said, and Nanya smiled. The plan was a go.

But we still do not love you, okay!?

They did not wait. The morning started like always, with Ziyou Yung coming up on Nanya like a calm yet pent-up stallion, pushing her down and having his way with her defenceless flesh.

"Mmmhh. S-Slow~"

She allowed it of course; it was the best part of her day! Her complaints were only for show, her ecstasy proven by the foxy liquids leaking from the corner of her lips.

"Nyanya, why are you so soft?" Ziyou Yung asked the obvious, like he did every morning.

"A-Ahn. W-We are not soft!"

"Yes you are! You are my pudding." The cruel servant spoke, his fingers pressing into her white flesh from under her breasts.

Nanya panted. The body of the boy weighed nothing but feathers. So hot, so light; the molten yang stank up her own breath with every inhalation.

"W-Wait, mmmmmmph, hhuh, huhh,. Wait."

The boy heeded her commands. Nanya turned over, sticking her pelvis up ever so slightly. The valleys of her supple thighs were yet silkily covered up by the shawls flowing on her skin, so her ever-precious yin was spared from being bareback exposed. Yet, just a bit more, and it would be.

"It s-shall be fine now." She said with no small amount of anticipation and trepidation.

"Nyanya~" Her servant played with his words, his hands reaching down her breasts where they had been working his magic, to her thighs where they touched with conscious intention. Ziyou Yung leaned his full length on her, his erect yang poking her buttocks from behind, his annoying clothes stopping Nanya from showing her resolve.

Nanya gritted her teeth. She looked up, into his eyes, his tongue licking her own lips like they were the most delicious cherry in the world.

Smooch!

"Wow!" Ziyou Yung exhaled with a pop after the hot kiss.

Time moved, and Nanya saw her servant's daydreams shifting into a traitorous direction.

Oh dear. Not today, you uncouth chevalier!

The sun had to be blocked, and darkness needed to be summoned. Without hesitation, Nanya hoisted the quilt and wrapped them both in the shadow of the artefact.

Her hands moved with expert grace, and within a second, Nanya threw out all their clothes from the safe haven under the blanket. Her resolve would not be blocked! Even naked, their bodies sticking and sweat and saliva mingling like hot soup on a ladle, her purity would remain unseen if not by her lover, then at least by the Grand Dao.

In her clenched fists, her unseen underthings squished into a ball. It felt hot; perhaps even her artefacts were raging at her cowardice. She had resolved to show him her exposed yin today, but at the end of their flight of kisses, she was too ashamed to take the final step.

It was always like this, and she did not miss the slight twang of disappointment in her servant’s daydreams. At least she was able to stop him from leaving immediately!

Her servant’s hesitation lasted for a mere moment before he gave into his inner beast again. Ziyou Yung didn't leave nor wait and dove deeper into her mouth a second later. His lips touched hers; his were cracked and uneven. His tongue entered her mouth and gently poked at her own. The two slimy things played hide and seek, lightly pecking when tired and entwining like passionate lovers when excited. Under the moist darkness of the quilt and pillows, Nanya let her insolent servant support her back with his weak arms. He lifted her breasts up towards his face. He gently removed the silken shawls covering her, and nibbled on her swollen nipples.

This was easy, and without any pain from her cardinal physique. Nanya enjoyed each lick and kiss thoroughly, the pleasure far more rewarding than any she had felt in her life.

Why was the yin of her breasts so easily shared but the love of her groin so excruciating to deliver?

"Mmm." Nanya held in a groan. Her mother had all the answers for this act of rebellion that her cardinal physique performed every morning.

Perhaps Ziyou Yung guessed at it too, and he merely carried on like he did every morning after Nanya's first show of reluctance. No longer did he immediately reach for the lips of her lower body and try to thrust in his yang to relieve his bulging stress.

And it was bulging, and definitely stressful. His dark cock oozed with a pungent aura of hot-stained Essence qi. And it was such inferior in quality, mayhaps akin to a cheap knockoff concoction made by some second-rate sect.

Yet his Heart qi, his soul, his desire and devotion for her and only her and his very existence was so unique and otherwordly that her ordinal body right here screamed and begged her to let him penetrate into the deepest part of her womb, yet her cardinal physique anguished at the betrayal, threatening a total suicide of the most valued dao aspects she had possessed.

But it mattered not. He was her’s! And she would have him. If not today, then–

Nanya moaned in absolute ecstasy as her servant's tongue slithered downwards and his digits made small circles around her nipples. His fingers were as glib as his tongue. His saliva as putrid as his sperm.

Nanya's heart could not bear to have his cock suffer any longer. So pitiful it was, without a yoni to call home. Ruined bodies be damned! Her eyes flashed bloodshot pink and the curls of her hair screamed. Her ordinal body fought against the domination of her cardinal physique, and the fractured physique of the Nine Heavens Immaculate Lady rebelled against the tyranny of the Jade Empress Nine-by-Nine Yin Meridians Bloodline, forcefully mixing a tiny part of her primordial yin with such basic a yang.

Once more she cried to herself; her resolve had been made!

T-This is it. Oh, fair vixen, may the heavens heed your commands.

With trembling hands and for the first time ever, Nanya did an act so sinful that she was too ashamed even to call herself a princess. Her dainty fingers shivered, her skin burning with fever, as she quelled her beating heart. Under the shadowy paradise of sin and desire that was her favourite blanket, she ever so lightly and ever so gently caressed her Yung’s painful penis along its length, breathing a hot, smoky breath full of Essence qi as she did so.

It was but a graze. A soft caress into a hell forbidden territory. Nothing but a mere touch of her maiden skin on his virgin cock.

But Ziyou Yung vibrated like he was hit by autumn lightning. He jerked back, and at the very thought of such rude rejection, Nanya grabbed tight onto his rod and pulled it towards her lips.

"Nyanya, wait, you—"

Smooch!

"Q-Quiet! We are pondering!"

"Ghhhaaahg. Ohhhh yesss!!!!!"

"Queit, you."

For a second, the squiggly veins on her servant's ugly cock bulged as though they were about to gush out with demonic fluids.

But her servant regained his wits fast. Too fast, as he gritted his teeth and fluttered her neck with the love they desired, he nibbled her ears and licked the deep valley between her two heavenly mounds. His hands weren't idle either, showring her breasts so gently, like slimy snails travelling on a mossy meadow. The bulging veins mellowed out, but the throbbing continued.

It was a rhythm, a song with a beat so sinful that no opera dared to play it.

Yet here they were, hearts beating as one as Nanya used her princess lips to suckle on Yung’s peasant penis, cycling her royal yin into his commoner yang with every breath taken, perhaps even unconsciously like the adorable fool he was.

We... might actually love him? I-Is this rude man supposed to be the future father of my children?!! Oh no, oh no by the strange heavens please do have mercy–

All the while as she panicked like a chicken chased by a fox, Nanya kept up her solemn exterior, futilely holding back the tears as the dark cocked filled every crevice of her mouth. The taste was so disgusting she loved it. But the feeling of repulsion was equally great, and she was afraid she would bite it off like a carrot.

So she let go, exhaling the stink and inhaling the fresh air, then mustering her courage again, but without putting the whole shaft into her dainty mouth, she ever so lightly scrubbed her smooth fingers on his stinky rough cock, moving her hands up and down along the pathetic rod her servant dared to show, licking the tip gently and bestowing upon it the pink saliva from her virgin body.

"Ah, slow. Six, no, slow down! I'm gonna cum if you--!!"

Nanya did not slow down. She grabbed the offending shaft and covered it with her milky white breasts from two sides, making her servant moan more shamefully than the harlots at the lower town brothels. She had spied on those immoral women for hours on end with her maid’s artefact after all, desperately trying to commit to memory all the demonic bedroom arts those streetwalkers used to seduce men.

For she would seduce too, her own man. And she would be the best at it, like she was at everything!

Still licking the tip of her Yung’s penis, Nanya moved her breasts up and down, using her saliva as a lubricating fluid to make the soft-friction between breast and cock far more ecstatic.

And she was rewarded by her dearest servant hyperventilating, the poor boy begging for mercy she would never grant. It made her feel so alive!

And so the minutes passed, slowly turning into an hour, as daybreak approached without.

“N-Nyanyah please, oh god yes, no. Yes, aaahhn stop, m-mouth, boob m–ooooooh!”

"Do not tell me what to do, boy! You shut your insolent mouth and enjoy our grace!" Nanya squealed, failing to keep up an imperial image with a dirty cock squeezed between her breasts. It was hot, and she was hotter, and despite her greatest efforts, she was perspiring like a bitch in heat.

As her dainty palms cupped her servant's testicles and her mushy breasts moved up and down in slow rhythms, the extreme yin of her cardinal physique still clawed at her heart to pierce the insolent toad's life with her sharpest artefact sword, to tear her Yung apart and castrate him for daring to try.

"O-Ok, okay I get it. Mmmh, yeah, damn. Christ. Wow. Holy shit wow I love you so much!!!"

But Ziyou Yung's talents with the tongue were truly sublime. Their positions had changed so many times. And even as he was receiving the greatest gift a man could receive on the Last Ascension Mortal Plane, he retained the sense to reciprocate the pleasure back.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmhmpp, d-dear, oh hmmp, not there! T-There, yes, oh me mphm.” Nanya wanted to stay silent, she wanted to let her shame remain unvoiced. But her lips were not her ally, the pleasure needed to be let out.

He groomed her whole body and she returned the favour, such a gracious being she was. Of course, her tongue was far more subtle, washing Yung's dark-skinned, scrawny form with fair fluids far higher than it ever deserved to be bathed by.

When the sun rose in total, and Ziyou Yung's fingers tried to reach below her waist once again, the Jade Empress could bear it no more.

Nanya's extreme yin had just about given in to the pleasure. Its vicious complaints had turned into whimpers of desire, begging for more.

Neither threats of death nor damnation worked. But it had one final card remaining.

It pretended to give in, and joined her in her depravity.

It took over her body, her breasts and lips and fingers, and squeezed.

"Mmmmh. Oh shit, I think this--Nyanya I'm gonna cum oh god!"

“N-No we are not done yet–”

"Ahhhhhh......" The boy cried in climax. It was too soon. The Jade Empress could not stop them from pleasuring each other, but the cunning cardinal soul did not allow Nanya to take his seed into her womb.

She could do nothing but scoff, then sighed as the hot white fluid sprinkled upon her skin.

Ziyou Yung collapsed on Nanya like the limp noodle he was. Nanya's hands burnt with fire; the thick white magma seeping into her very being through her pores, imprinting her soul and body, inching her life close to demise with such unworthy a yang.

On the crown of her head, the Revival Crown showed its figure. Nanya's whole body was bathed in creamy golden light, and the realm under the blanket was illuminated by the exchange between the immortal artefact and her immortal physique.

"A-Are you okay?"

Ziyou Yung asked, the boy sweaty and damp from the excruciating ecstasy.

Nanya nodded. The Revival Crown kicked the Jade Empress back into her abyss.

She had not won fully, but it was a victory worth celebrating.

"I love you." Her Yung said, inching closer for a kiss.

"Yes, we know," Nanya responded, embedding her lips deeply into his. This was the most she could say right now. She was tired; her soul ached as the six lovestruck ordinal physiques battled it out with the remorseful cardinal body.

But the thread had been cast; her servant's yang reeled in upon her skin. Her pores opened up and her bloodline greedily sucking in the semen as though it was the most delicious nectar in the world.

She was this close to breaking through; her Essence qi merely breaths away from seeing the light of the Meridian building realm, oh how easy it was when she had given in to the pleasure.

Panting hard, they both lay there. Her servant's daydreams still showing utter disbelief at the grace she had performed for him.

Time passed, and the sun crested the peak of the plane. They did not talk, they did not exchange Essence qi. They did not even glance at each other. Only lying there, tangled in a mess of limbs as the implications of what had happened sunk into their psyches.

It was a bit worrying, but a bit exciting too.

Ziyou Yung stood up with his aching body. He put on his clothes, and stretched as though all was normal, trying his best to tame his confused heart. Such a coward he was.

Nanya could not help but smirk.

She had done it. He was hers forever!

"W-Well, I gotta talk with the D-Dark Star mercenaries today. I really l-love you, but I have to–" The insolent boy, he tried to leave Nanya drowning in such guiltful bliss while he pretended to be a strongman unfazed by their sexual exchange; what an animal he was! Why must he do so when his deception was so paper-thin?

Nanya grinned. He was a mere peasant after all. She would forgive him!

"Wait!" Nanya covered her naked self with the velvet blankets and sat up tiredly. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her supple form in the mirror. Her fair skin glowed a faint gold, with nicks of red marring her breasts and neck. The hand grabbing onto the blanket had white stains and stank faintly of unbathed bandits.

She grinned, her other hand under the blankets grabbed the most precious artefact in her possession into a calm but unhesitant grip. Nanya cast her blushing visage upon her boyfriend, saying, "Give us your palm."

Ziyou Yung did so.

Nanya placed the item on his open palm and closed it with the authority of a monarch. She then kissed his finger playfully.

"We shall bestow this upon you. You may leave."

Her servant looked at his closed palm with confusion, not knowing what was inside.

"Well, go on then. Oh, and do take a bath before heading out, shall you not?"

"N-Nyanya, you. You've changed!"

"How insolent. We have not."

"T-Today is the best day of my life!"

"We know, such a fool you are. But now we must take a bath and apply our Lustre-Rogue. Or do you wish for our maid to see you in such a messy form? Shameless."

"No! Um, before that, can I open my palm—"

"Do it outside. Now leave. What insolent a man, so pushy."

And with a confused gasp, he was gone. Nanya smiled, then broke into a full-on giggle as she rolled on her queen-sized bed.

"We have done it!"

She would not be tamed. Not by her mother, nor by her boyfriend, and definitely not by her cardinal physique.

Nanya's Essence qi thrummed with power. She and her boyfriend did their ritual every morning, yet they did so without a true exchange of yin and yang. Yet every morning her cultivation base grew alongside Ziyou Yung's skills with his tongue, as did the depths of her pleasure.

She felt loved, desired, and pampered. She felt like a treasured pearl in the embrace of the most intimately adoring prince.

And now that her skin had finally breathed in his semen without an excuse in sight, she could move forward towards a victory of her own. Her womb ached as though there was a hungry insect inside begging for fluid and food, but it was yet not time. She would do more with his yang, more than Su Yinzhen could ever hope to with her traitorous hero.

Nanya was more than ready now, and as her mother said, she must be the one to have Ziyou Yung wrapped around her fingers.

***

Yung was standing in the corridor before Su Nanya's queen suite. He had received the first vanilla handjob, blowjob, and titjob of his life, from the first girlfriend of his life.

His mind was a mess, and he needed to leave this hallway immediately. For some reason, everything smelt of Su Nanya, that sweet scent of poison and honey.

He needed to move his legs, go to his room, and cool down with an icy bath. Preferably, he needed to scream into a pillow after that.

But first, his hand.

He opened his palm and held the item open with both his hands like a napkin. It was damp and wet, smelling of strawberries. It was satin, spongy, and see-through lacey.

No freaking way.

It was a forbidden artefact.

Yung squinted, then brought it in front of his eyes, squinting harder.

Holy shit. Okay, that's hot.

It was Su Nanya's G-string panties.

"That crazy thot…" Yung loved that crazy thot. He did, he really did!

But he was sweating buckets. Because Su Yafeng was staring at him with a death glare, half of the maid's body peeking out from behind the first bend of the corridor, backdropped sinisterly by the sweet chime-like giggles coming from behind the queen suit's door.

He'd been had.

Yung gently folded the forbidden artefact with origami precision and put it in his pocket.

"… Perverts." Su Yafeng said. Before Yung could turn towards her, the maid was gone. "Deviants..."

Yung shivered. He knew Su Nanya had forbidden the maid from peeping on them while they made out, but what powers did Su Yafeng possess to warrant such a warning?

None of my business. Yung wasn't a voyeur or an exhibitionist but trusted Su Nanya's calls. And after today, he trusted her everything.

He squeezed the forbidden piece of cloth in his pocket one last time, then brought out a green vial from his storage artefact. The panty was his, Nanya gave it to him and he was going to frame it on his wall. But he would apply the alchemic healing balm on his skin. It would not do to show up with hickeys on his neck, face, and cock.