In the courtyard of the Holy son,
Holy Son Wu Ming reclined on the smooth jade bed.
With the anticipation that he would spend another pleasurable night with Mu Meilin tonight.
Mu Meilin knelt before him, eyes dark with longing, her delicate fingers caressing his fat cock along with his robe before slipping beneath the fabric.
Wu Ming slowly loosened his robe, his fat cock trembling with her strokes.
His tip of the cock was slowly taking his shape.
He pulled her closer to his cock.
"Plap...."
His cock's tip gave a light slap on her lips.
"Mmmm.... darling you're so energetic today." She said with lewd expression while kissing his fatty dick.
She held his cock tightly and gently dripped her saliva.
" thoo....slrp." she gulped back some.
Her mouth and his cock formed a thin bridge of saliva.
She moved her hands wrapped firmly around his cock.
"Shfff...shfff...shffff..glrk...ssssh.....hmmm."
With every stroke, his cock's top flesh throbbed slowly.
Her one hand stroked his long cock violently and another hand was caressing his testicles (balls) gently.
Like she was coaxing his cock for discomfort.
Wu Ming cupped her face and opened his mouth indicating her to do the same.
She opened her mouth and slowly closed the distance between him and her .
"Um....Meilin...thup."
Wu Ming spat on her mouth. She didn't swallow his spit but looked down at his cock.
She held his cock up straight and spat mouthful of saliva.
"tuh ....ptoo."
Her hands rubbed all around his dick. His red top, balls, outer skin of his dick all wet in her saliva.
He kissed Meilin while she was pressing his fatty as if to say "get ready for the fierce battle."
He stood up and kissed her before gently pressing her down.
She crouched, spreading her long legs with graceful ease.
Wu Ming placed his dick in her mouth and moved his waist back and forth.
"Slrp....slrp....slrp.....plop....slrp."
A gentle, wet sound escaped as her lips brushed against his thick long cock.
Wu Ming became more restless. He held her braid, his hands constantly pulling her head and then pressing them against his dick.
"Sssshhhh.... Meilin....um... Meilin....fuck....use your tongue..ah..inside."
Soon her tongue inside her mouth started to taste every inch of his cock's top and her lips were doing the same thing outside of his cock.
"Ummmmm.....glrk....glrk...uhhh....slrp.....glrk...slrk..pap...fap..umm...um..mmm...mwah."
The sounds of her wet, eager mouth—the soft, rhythmic slurping and gentle sucking—filled the room, punctuated by his low groans and whispered commands.
Suddenly, a sharp voice pierced the night: "Holy Son, the Sect Master has arrived!"
Wu Ming's body tensed for a moment but remained composed.
With a flick of his wrist, a silken sheet appeared from his ring, wrapping both of them in its embrace. They laid on the jade bed, their backs rested on the edge.
Meilin's head peeked from sheet, her face still flushed and breathless against his skin.
As Chu Ying entered, her eyes widened slightly at the vivid intimate scene concealed under the shimmering cloth.
She looked at him and muttered to herself,
"Truly worthy of upper realm's dickhead motherfucker."
But she felt nothing. She sat on a jade platform opposite their bed.
In the past, she might have felt sorrow for her so called daughter, but after hearing the word 'bitch,' she couldn't explain why—yet a strange joy stirred within her.
"The Azure Dragon Sect truly seeks collaboration?" she asked, voice steady.
"Indeed, Sect Leader Chu," Wu Ming replied.
Meilin who was nestled against him, started to give him a handjob beneath the sheet.
"Fap...fap ...pap...shlk...fap."
Her movement was swift yet complete. His dick throbbing beneath the sheet.
Anyone can measure his dick's size by looking at the pyramid above the fabric.
Chu Ying's lips curled into a faint smirk.
"There is a condition—you will marry Chu Yao tomorrow morning."
Her reply was too straight.
Wu Ming's eyes flashed in disbelief.
Even Meilin paused her handjob , her breathing became unstable.
Holding his cock tightly, she looked at him. But soon came to her senses.
She composed herself and started to move his cock.
"Fap....fap ...fa...p ..fap...slrk...fap...pap...."
but this time her strokes quickened, urgent and insistent.
Wu Ming who was out for a moment, felt unusual down his cock, he wrapped his arms around her, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
"Ummm...mwah..umm....smm...choo....nnh."
His mouth trailed down to her neck, where he bit gently before moving to her soft breasts.
"Uhhh....darling...ahh....uhh.." she moaned but didn't stop her stroking, it even became faster.
He tugged at her nipples, teasing them with his lips, then whispered breathlessly into her ear,
"Meilin... ah... slow down... just a bit."
She paused for a heartbeat, then lifted her leg to wrap around his, her fingers slick with saliva as they slowly caressed his cock.
Wu Ming pressed her boobs and whispered while holding them,
"Hmmmm....just like that ... slowly."
He turned his head to Chu Ying,
"Very well," Wu Ming said with a low chuckle, leaning down to claim Meilin's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.
Then he paused and held Meilin's rosy cheeks,
"I have a small request, Sect Leader Chu. Would you be willing to hear it?" Wu Ming asked, gently stroking Meilin's long, flowing hair.
Chu Ying's gaze sharpened. Though his voice was calm, she could already tell—this request would not be simple.
"Go ahead," she said evenly.
Wu Ming didn't hesitate. "I won't be giving Chu Yao the status of my main wife. She will be a concubine—just like my Meilin."
Chu Ying's brows furrowed, but he continued before she could respond.
"Also, Meilin will be part of the wedding ceremony. I want to marry them both. The ceremony should be held tomorrow, right?."
Chu Ying found herself momentarily speechless.
Even with years of experience as a sect leader, she didn't believe, his request would be that simple.
A long silence followed, thick with tension.
Finally, Chu Ying nodded slowly, her voice quiet but composed.
"Very well, Holy Son.
Chu Yao and Miss Meilin will be prepared for tomorrow's wedding."
She didn't wait for their replies. She stood up and left the courtyard.
Wu Ming who was savoring Meilin's sweet pink lips asked,
"Darling will you be my bride tomorrow? "
Meilin's reply was a fervent, hungry kiss, her fingers teasing and stroking his fat dick with renewed passion.
"Hmmm...from tomorrow onwards you will be mine darling."