bdsm-fiction Chapter 147 Keep it simple, keep the way to happiness simple
Chapter 147 Keep it simple, keep the way to happiness simple
Chapter 147 Keep it simple, keep the way to happiness simple
The moon sets and the sun rises; the sun rises and the moon sets.
Time passed day by day, neither fast nor slow, like the ceaseless tides on the sea outside Qingzhu Island, rising and falling, falling and rising again.
As autumn faded and the chill of winter set in, Madam Wen finally ended her long and arduous journey to breakthrough.
That night, the crescent moon disappeared, and the stars twinkled.
In Madam Wen's room, the ripples from the lifting of the restrictions spread silently, like ripples on the surface of water.
She pushed open the door, just as she was about to take a breath of fresh air, when a figure came into view.
Russell leaned against the railing, smiling as he looked at her: "Madam, you've certainly kept me waiting."
Madam Wen looked at him, a helpless expression immediately appearing on her face, her tone carrying a hint of teasing: "Is fellow Daoist so impatient?"
"With such a beauty as your wife before you, who in the world could resist?" Russell stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, leaning down to bury his face in her neck, his nose touching the warm skin on the side of her neck, his breath falling on her collarbone.
Mmm, it smells nice, very thoughtful.
Madam Wen gently pushed his chest, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I haven't bathed in a long time. I should go and wash myself properly before I can serve you."
Nascent Soul cultivators are already free from worldly dust, their bodies are naturally clean and unstained. However, a love of cleanliness is a woman's nature. After three months of seclusion, she always felt uneasy if she didn't wash up.
Russell chuckled, a hint of mischievous malice in his voice: "That's easy, and it saves us the trouble. We can just bathe together."
Mrs. Wen had no choice but to let him carry her in his arms.
As soon as Russell took a step out, the scenery before her changed.
Although it was still night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars were much denser than before. The Milky Way stretched across the sky like a ribbon, and below were the continuous mountain ranges, their undulating shape like a dragon's spine, showing a deep dark outline under the moonlight. Mist rose from the valleys, a vast expanse of white, filling the gaps between the mountains like a flowing sea of clouds.
This place is blessed with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and abundant spiritual energy; it could never be the kind of landscape that the Chaotic Star Sea should have.
"Where is this?" Madam Wen asked curiously, her gaze lingering on the mountains and rivers.
Russell looked down at her, a mysterious smile playing on his lips: "Myworld."
Madam Wen was puzzled, but she did not ask any further questions.
A few minutes later, they landed on the top of a mountain.
The mountaintop is flat and open, with a courtyard nestled in the middle. The red walls and white tiles are very beautiful. Several green bamboos are planted in the corner of the courtyard, and in the center of the courtyard is a hot spring pool with steam rising from it.
Looking at the hot spring pool, Madam Wen coughed somewhat awkwardly and said lightly, "Put me down first, I need to take off my clothes."
"What are you saying?" Russell said with a grin. "How can you let your wife do such a small thing herself? Just leave it to me."
Madam Wen rolled her eyes at him, but simply placed her hand on her lower abdomen, interlacing her fingers, and let Russell do as he pleased.
Russell first disassembled his clothes in an instant, leaving only a pair of boxer shorts, and walked into the hot spring pool. He turned around and laid Madam Wen flat on the edge of the hot spring pool.
The bluestone slabs were warm from the steam, and when she pressed them against her back, she didn't feel cold at all; instead, she felt a comforting warmth.
The moonlight fell on her, outlining her profile in a soft arc.
She turned her head slightly, not looking at Russell, but focusing her gaze on the surface of the pool, watching the rising white mist and the clear water beneath it.
She didn't know what she was nervous about.
Having lived for hundreds of years, what storms haven't I weathered? What scenes haven't I experienced?
But at this moment, she was like a naive young girl, sitting there with her fingers twisted together.
Russell peeled away the layers carefully, as if unpacking a valuable item.
The outer robe was removed, revealing the plain white inner garment underneath.
Her undergarment slipped down, revealing her close-fitting undergarment.
A moon-white bib, embroidered with a small orchid.
Russell's fingers landed on the back of her neck and untied the ribbons of her bodice.
The tiny orchid drifted down gently along with the moon-white silk.
The moonlight shone on her, making her skin appear almost transparent, as white as solidified cream, as white as fresh snow, so white that it was impossible to tell whether it was the moonlight or the natural color of her skin.
His gaze slowly slid over her body, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of fair, jade-like feet.
The feet are beautifully rounded, with the arch curving perfectly. The toes are delicate and graceful, arranged neatly like ten carefully polished jade beads, exquisite and delicate, making one want to hold them in one's hand and admire them carefully.
Further up are the calves, with smooth and slender lines, without an ounce of excess fat, yet not appearing thin or bony.
The curve rises all the way up to the hips, where the curve is breathtakingly full, and then suddenly narrows at the waist. The transition from fullness to slenderness is clean and crisp, without any lingering. The waistline starts to narrow from under the ribs, tightens to the navel, and then slowly opens up, outlining a beautiful "S" shape.
The night breeze brushed against her body, stirring up a layer of fine particles.
She trembled slightly.
He carried her into the hot spring pool.
Hot water washed over her body, and Russell's large hands began to roam over her.
Madam Wen, suppressing the embarrassment of being played with in his hands, spoke, her voice broken and intermittent.
"The Phoenix Cultivation Technique that I practice was created by the Six Paths and is a rare method of absorbing yin to replenish yang. It is especially effective during the first dual cultivation session. Fellow Daoist, you must absorb as much of my essence as possible to increase your power."
As soon as he finished speaking, Russell stopped, and then the pool water suddenly churned.
He turned Madam Wen over, making her lie face down by the pool, revealing her round, pert buttocks.
Snapped.
Madam Wen trembled and let out a short gasp. She turned her head and stared at him with wide eyes, her face full of astonishment and embarrassment.
"Nonsense." Russell said sternly, "I am not that kind of fool. If you say such nonsense again, it won't just be a slap."
Mrs. Wen stood there, stunned.
She looked at him and suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
Liu Dao raised her for hundreds of years, but never treated her as a human being. She was a furnace, a tool, an object that could improve cultivation if used well, and be discarded if used poorly.
She assumed Russell was the same.
She thought he had waited for her for so long only for that one bite of the freshest first-harvest meat.
"Mmm," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with shyness.
Dawn breaks.
The sky was beginning to lighten, and a sliver of light seeped out from where the sea met the sky.
Mrs. Wen, wearing a large robe, leaned forward and pushed open the window at the head of the bed.
A cold wind, carrying the chill of the morning, swept into the room, blowing her disheveled hair. Strands of hair danced in the wind, some clinging to her slightly flushed cheeks, others drifting behind her, lifting the collar of her robe and revealing glimpses of her fair skin beneath.
She stared blankly at the faintly white eastern horizon, the details of the night replaying in her mind like a dream.
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"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Russell's voice sounded behind her, languid and content.
Just as Mrs. Wen was about to speak, her waist was wrapped around a pair of arms. Russell pressed against her from behind, his chest against her smooth, alabaster back, his chin resting on her shoulder, his breath on the back of her neck, and then a passionate kiss fell, starting from the back of her neck, moving up her cervical spine, and nibbling at her earlobe.
Mrs. Wen's body went limp for a moment. She could feel his arms tightening and the warmth of his body pressed against her back. It was obvious that Russell wanted to do some morning exercise with her.
She quickly turned around and placed her hands on Russell's palms.
"Fellow Daoist Luo," her voice still carried the lingering hoarseness of last night, with a hint of pleading, soft and gentle, as if she were coquettish, "please allow me to rest for a moment."
Russell tormented her all night long, at full power, full attack speed, and from every angle.
She, a cultivator who had just broken through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was so exhausted that she didn't even want to move a finger.
The last time, she even felt like she was going to die in that bed.
It's only because she's a Nascent Soul cultivator with amazing recovery ability that she's in danger of not being able to get out of bed today.
Russell didn't insist, but simply changed his position, from embracing her from behind to lying on his side, and unceremoniously rested his head on Madam Wen's ample breasts. He rubbed against her contentedly, found the most comfortable spot, and closed his eyes.
"Tomorrow, we'll set off back to the Heavenly Palace of Leisure," Russell said lazily.
Madam Wen nodded, her fingers unconsciously combing through his hair, carefully choosing her words as she asked, "Do you have any Daoist partners or concubines in your household, fellow Daoist?"
"Including you, there are three in total."
"But I wonder what your two elder sisters are like?" she continued. "Are there any rules of etiquette that must be followed?"
Although she could disregard most of the world's principles as a Nascent Soul cultivator, home was still a different place. Since she had chosen to follow Russell, she naturally had to first understand the situation at home to avoid committing any taboos.
Russell played with her slender hand and said casually, "Don't worry, Madam. I am the most respected person in the palace, so there are no special rules. As for Wanqing and Xiaobai, as long as you don't provoke them, they won't bother you for no reason."
Is such that.
Xiao Bai was always the type who only enjoyed watching the fun and never caused trouble. Mu Wanqing, however, was overcorrected by him and somehow developed a McDonald's-like personality. Now, her daily schedule is roughly: cultivate, wait for Russell to return, be suppressed, oh Yun, time for enlightenment, cultivate, wait for Russell to return —
Therefore, it's highly unlikely that a palace intrigue scenario would happen to either of them.
"Is that so? —" Madam Wen visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
The two chatted for a few more minutes before getting up and dressing around noon.
Lady Wen was wearing the new clothes Russell had given her, a light blue palace dress with silver-threaded cloud patterns embroidered on the hem. The waist sash was tightly cinched, making her waist look slender as a willow. She was tidying her hair in front of the bronze mirror, inserting a white jade hairpin diagonally into her hair. The person in the mirror had beautiful features and a rosy complexion, like a begonia nourished by rain and dew.
Russell stood behind her, looking at her in the mirror with admiration in his eyes.
"Shall we go back now?" she asked.
"I'll take you to visit a friend," he said.
As he spoke, he took flight, and Lady Wen quickly followed on her sword.
This cave is five-sixths the size of Africa, complete with mountains and rivers. It's only because Russell is the master of the cave and can compress time and space at will that flying over it would be quite difficult.
A quarter of an hour later, Russell stopped above a valley, folded his purple cloud wings, and slowly descended.
The valley is nestled among mountains, with two steep stone walls at the entrance, resembling two natural doors.
A waterfall cascades down from a cliff hundreds of feet high, falling into a clear pool. Beside the pool stands a thatched hut enclosed by a fence.
Various vegetables were planted on the left side of the thatched cottage, while exotic flowers and plants filled the right side.
"It is indeed a rare and wonderful place." Standing at the door, Madam Wen said with delight, her gaze lingering between the vegetable garden and the flower garden, her face full of admiration: "The owner of this place must be a remarkable person as well."
In the past, how could she not yearn for this kind of idyllic life?
"Haha, this girl knows how to talk better than the guy next to you!"
Laughter rang out from behind, hearty and unrestrained. Madam Wen turned around and saw a handsome young man dressed in coarse cloth carrying a hoe and a basket on his back, swaggering over.
Russell turned around: "Where's your Linglong?"
"She just found some rare flowers and plants in the distance and went to pick them. She told me to come back first and boil some water." The Beast God spoke in a light tone, his eyebrows relaxed, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.
This is not surprising. Russell is now the master of the cave, so resurrecting a remnant soul is naturally a piece of cake.
Of course, this only applies within the cave heaven. Once outside the cave heaven, without the blessing of the Heavenly Dao Laws, Linglong would have to return to the state of a remnant soul.
However, this was enough for Linglong and the Beast God. No matter how big the outside world was, it couldn't compare to having each other in this world.
The two followed the Beast God into the thatched hut.
The vegetables on the stove were already chopped, and the firebox was filled with firewood. The Beast God squatted in front of the stove, clumsily trying to start a fire by rubbing the wood together. After rubbing for a long time, only a few wisps of smoke came out, and his face turned red from holding his breath.
Russell leaned against the doorframe, and seeing this scene, he couldn't help but smile: "I was worried about whether you could adapt, but it seems I was overthinking it."
"And what do you think," the Beast God said, glancing smugly as he continued to make fire, "that every brick, every tile, every blade of grass here was built by my and Linglong's own hands."
As he said this, his face was filled with undisguised happiness.
The time he spent living in seclusion here with Linglong was the happiest time of his life.
There was no hostility, no killing, no inescapable fate, only the birdsong at dawn, the smoke from cooking fires at dusk, and a woman bending over to weed in the vegetable garden.
He never knew before that happiness could be so simple.
"A wife, kids, and a warm bed—ah, bliss!" Russell couldn't help but sigh at the sight of the Beast God's smug expression.
The Beast God nodded earnestly and said solemnly, "Thank you for your kind words. I will get Linglong pregnant as soon as possible."
Russell:
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Just then, the sound of a door opening was heard outside.
Russell and Mrs. Wen looked up and saw a woman, dressed in coarse cloth but whose elegance was undeniable, walk in.
The Beast God happily stepped forward, only to have his ear pinched in a reproachful manner: "You're spouting nonsense again, aren't you ashamed in front of the guests?"
"Hehe————" The Beast God tilted his head and just kept chuckling.
【Beast God】
[Causal connection: 50% → 100%]
[Lottery draw triggered. 1 blue item. Draw now?]
Watching this heartwarming scene, and seeing the extra blue lottery draw, Russell suddenly felt happy too.