Chapter 57 He Can't Even Breathe

But she cannot have desires; she must restrain herself.

Ling Shu's burning cheeks showed her nervousness, while her gaze revealed her eager excitement. Her tentative fingers had already reached out, gently tugging at her clothes.

"Master, I have offended you..."

The little girl had her head down, and her ears were red, like glazed red porcelain vases; she was already beautiful just standing there.

"I will allow you to offend me." Zhuang Jinfu remained unmoved, waiting for her to make a move.

The disciple, though taking the initiative, was very restrained. When he peeled off his master's outer robe, revealing his white undergarment, he turned his head away, not daring to look directly at him.

The aloof and noble immortal sage curled his fingertip, lifting the chin of the offender, and laughed, "Don't you like me the most? Why don't you dare to look at me?"

The shy girl looked up at her, her beautiful, watery eyes hiding a disrespectful thought, her lips slightly parted: "Disciple is only practicing dual cultivation with Master, palm to palm... I cannot offend Master."

"I told you, you are allowed to offend me."

"But we are master and disciple..."

Zhuang Jinfu twisted his fingertips, pinched her chin, and said coldly, "Ling Shu, your skills have regressed after coming to the Tongxuan Secret Realm. When you were not allowed to offend anyone before, how many offensive things did you do? Now that you are allowed to offend anyone, you dare not. What are you pretending to be innocent for?"

Provoked by these words, Ling Shu also became anxious: "I...I'm not pretending! What wouldn't I dare to do!"

After saying that, he removed Wenliang's fingers, grabbed the person opposite him by the shoulder without thinking twice, pushed him back, knocked him down, and lowered his head to kiss his master.

The nimble tip of her tongue pried open her master's teeth and intertwined with another wet tongue inside. Their breathing grew heavier and heavier, and before the other could respond, Ling Shu's lips left, panting heavily.

"He can't even breathe properly." Zhuang Jinfu lay there calmly, his face showing no embarrassment or blush.

Ling Shu felt mocked, so she hurriedly kissed him again, as if to prove that she was capable. But this time, just like before, her apple-like face became even hotter.

Zhuang Jinfu laughed from the side.

"Don't laugh at me!" Ling Shu turned her back, cupped her face in her hands, trying to cool it down, and said indignantly, "It's my first time kissing someone, so I'm naturally a bit awkward."

"Turn around."

"don't want."

"Turn around, your master will teach you."

Ling Shu obediently turned around, still holding her face in her hands, and exclaimed in surprise, "You can teach me this too...?"

Zhuang Jinfu sat up, bent one leg, and casually rested one hand on it. With the other hand, he pulled down Ling Shu's hand that was covering her face and stroked her rosy cheeks. Years of sword practice had made his palms rough. When his rough thumb pressed against Ling Shu's tender lips, it brought a slightly wet and slippery touch. He didn't know if it was his own saliva or hers.

This subtle ambiguity was pleasurable, and desire welled up within her without her realizing it, but she forcefully suppressed it.

"Of course, Master, I can teach you anything."

"Whatever Shu'er wants, Master will give it to you."

Ling Shu stared blankly at this noble person, the revered immortal, who had promised to offer her everything she could give—something that wouldn't even happen in a ridiculous dream, yet it had actually come true. What she had longed for all this time, the noble woman who had looked down at her, had actually come true. Ling Shu asked uncertainly, "Really? Whatever I want, you'll give me..."

"Mmm." The word was forced out from the throat, a muffled sound, yet it conveyed gentleness.

"Then...then..." Ling Shu grasped the hand that was cupping her face with both hands, her voice trembling with nervousness, "I...I want you, Master."

"What kind of desire do you want?" Zhuang Jinfu's face suddenly came closer, his breath sweet as orchids. The girl was caught off guard, her eyelashes trembled, and she leaned back slightly in fright. Before she could answer, she heard the man say, "Do you want to spend your life with your master, or do you want to enjoy your master for one night?"

"I...I...I..." Unexpectedly, there was still a choice, and such a choice at that. She was so happy that she stammered, "Disciple wants them all."

"Greedy little brat." A cool, gentle finger brushed against the little girl's high, upturned nose.

Ling Shu blinked, dodged the gesture of the girl scraping her nose, and said dejectedly, "Is that not allowed?"

Zhuang Jinfu lowered his head and pecked his pink, slightly chubby cheek, coaxing, "Once you choose Master, you can't choose anyone else."

Ling Shu's heart was pounding; it was simply unbelievable. She asked anxiously, "Does Master mean he agrees to become my Daoist partner?"

Her cold eyes reflected her own image. It was the most romantic request, yet the person being asked showed a sorrowful expression: "The Heartless Immortal Venerable cannot have a Daoist partner."

Ling Shu felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and tears immediately streamed down her face: "Why did you have to provoke me like this?"

"You started it."

Ling Shu felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't speak. She wiped away her tears, unable to deny what she had done, and the tears fell in a steady stream.

Zhuang Jinfu's heart softened, so he placed his palm on her head and pulled her into his arms. He comforted her, who had made him cry, patting her trembling back gently: "It's alright, it's alright, don't cry."

"Except for not being able to give you the status of a Daoist partner, I can give you everything else you want. Master's wealth, magic artifacts, all kinds of rare and precious materials, jewelry and treasures will all be yours in the future. If you want Qingxi Mountain, Qingxi Mountain can also be given to you, as long as you like it."

Ling Shu pounded her chest and bit her shoulder, holding on for a long time. The person being bitten hissed, but unlike before, she didn't get angry at the slightest touch. Instead, she said gently, "Alright, alright, it's Shizun's fault for biting me. Aren't your mouth tired?"

"Then what am I?" Ling Shu asked reproachfully after letting go.

"Consider him my immoral, clandestine lover."

A "moral" act awakened Ling Shu. She had always been the one who was sinking into depravity, falling uncontrollably in love with the immortal who saved her from the darkness. From deliberately seducing him to soberly knowing when to give up, she was finally ready to get back on track when the immortal said he was willing to give her everything.

They are master and apprentice.

In the secular world, it is a boundary of human ethics that cannot be crossed under any circumstances.

Their love transcends societal norms.

In this conservative world, it was already shocking for women to be together, and the relationship between a master and disciple added another layer of taboo.

However, what Ling Shu didn't know was that for Zhuang Jinfu to be with her, he had to cross another mountain: the responsibility weighing on her shoulders and her long-held belief in Taoist cultivation.

Ling Shu felt a sense of happiness at finally luring the high-and-mighty flower down to earth, but she pushed her away, suppressing the pain of rejecting her. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and her throat tightened: "No, we shouldn't do this. I'm a demon. People will laugh at you if you're with me. I don't want you to bear such a bad reputation." With that, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"My reputation for infamy is only getting worse, so what if it's one more?"

"Don't you care about your people anymore?" Tears blurred her vision.

"I want both the people and you." Zhuang Jinfu lowered his head and kissed away her tears. His kisses moved from her cheeks to Ling Shu's lips, his cool lips tentatively touching her soft lips.

Ling Shu did not refuse.

Wenliang's lips pressed down completely, his tongue gently exploring inside, meticulously searching every inch, savoring her sweetness. Liang's hands encircled Lingshu's back, touching her slender waist. She flinched sensitively, only to be tightly embraced again. Cool immortal power enveloped her, and the demonic power within her was also guided in an orderly manner, making her feel comfortable all over.

Ling Shu felt dizzy. Zhuang Jinfu's kiss was so gentle that it was intoxicating. When she came to her senses, she was already stripped down to her undershirt and panties.

Her slender, jade-like hands grasped her waist and reached up to her exposed abdomen.

"Hmm...we can't..." When Ling Shu tried to push him away, she found that her voice had turned into a soft, whimpering sound. She swore that she didn't usually talk like that!

"It's me who can't, but you can." Zhuang Jinfu was quite pleased, his voice alluring, his attitude brooking no refusal. "Tell Master, do you like Master?"

The clothes bulged out.

"I...I like it."

"who I am?"

"Zhuang Jinfu".

"How dare you address your master by his given name!"

"Waaaaah, Zhuang Jinfu is bullying the fox!" Ling Shu cried, trying to push her away, but her hand could only weakly reach for her arm, and her legs went weak.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Zhuang Jinfu asked.

A tingling, numb sensation spread through her body—a feeling she'd never experienced before. The girl blushed and bit her lip, saying, "I won't tell you."

Zhuang Jinfu kept a close eye on her condition and adjusted her accordingly: "When you feel comfortable, draw out the demonic power in your dantian and try to combine it with my immortal power. Let the combined demonic power cover your whole body. I am helping you to expel the yin energy that has tainted your body. Protect your demonic core."

"Hmm..." Ling Shu hummed in agreement and began to draw upon her demonic power to merge with the supreme and pure immortal power. As soon as the demonic power touched the immortal power, the immortal power quickly accepted it, and they pulled and intertwined, twisting and turning, until finally they merged together.

The fused demonic power felt cool, and when it enveloped my body, I felt a bright and righteous energy that seemed to have removed all the darkness and decay, giving rise to a sense of lush new life.

"Alright." Zhuang Jinfu's hand left.

Ling Shu felt a sense of emptiness and was not used to it. She was so embarrassed that she straightened her clothes and turned around. She grabbed the clothes scattered on the bed and was looking for her sleeves when two jade hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, picked her up and pulled her back, and made her sit on the thigh of the person behind her.

A soft laugh came from beside my ear, and a clear, pleasant voice said, "Does it feel that good?"

"It looks like it's been soaked in water."

Ling Shu was so embarrassed that she tried to break free, saying, "Ahhh, don't say that!" Zhuang Jinfu is the real fox, a fox over three hundred years old!

"Be good, let your master hug you."

Ling Shu refused and insisted on leaving, but then she heard Zhuang Jinfu's tired voice say, "So tired." Ling Shu stopped struggling. In front of everyone, she was the most reliable person. Whenever something happened, she would feel much more at ease knowing that Zhuang Jinfu was there. Even her closest disciple rarely thought that Zhuang Jinfu would be tired.

Throughout the journey, she was twice besieged by the demons at night, and it was Zhuang Jinfu who silently used her magic to protect everyone. She was also the one who picked up the token that fell into the demon pit. Including just now, she was also taking care of herself during the dual cultivation. She is always very restrained and patient, and never shows her vulnerable side.

Because she is the guardian immortal, and even immortals seem powerless, wouldn't people be filled with anxiety?

Thinking this, Ling Shu stopped struggling and let her hold her.

The two were only wearing thin undershirts and panties. They hugged each other, their skin touching, and the heat intensified. Ling Shu's favorite person was right behind her. The air was quiet for a long time. Ling Shu went from not struggling to let her hug her to letting her hug her without daring to move, afraid that any movement would shatter their quiet harmony and cause something uncontrollable to happen.

In the silence, the immortal behind them suddenly spoke: "Would you like to be happier?"

"Huh?" Ling Shu was completely dumbfounded.

"It seems the little fox knows nothing. It's alright, your master will teach you."

Ling Shu's head was spinning, and her mind, which had just calmed down, was already wandering again. How was she supposed to teach this? Just as she was reacting, a hand slipped into her trouser leg, heading towards an even more dangerous place. Ling Shu was frightened and quickly grabbed the hand.