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"Um..." A faint sound escaped from his throat, and Ning Xuan felt his own ugliness. He quickly suppressed his voice and turned to look at the frivolous man in front of him.
Duan Jinzhi noticed his master's gaze, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. His fingers caressed his master's thin lips, while his other hand undid the other's belt. At the same time, he heard a voice in his ear, "Disciple, stop."
He raised his head, his fingers stopping at the half-opened belt, a malicious look on his face. "Does Master not like it when disciple treats you like this?"
"Let go, Master." Ning Xuan said uneasily. He couldn't determine what Jinzhi would do next, but he knew he couldn't overpower the other with strength alone. He could only try to use his identity as the Master to suppress him, but it seemed to have no effect.
The loosened belt around his waist was still undone by the other party, and Duan Jinzhi's hand suddenly touched his master's belly, fingers kneading the soft, flat area, only to be kicked by Ning Xuan.
"Enough, let go of me, I won't blame you for the past," he seemed to still not understand the environment he was in, Duan Jinzhi was not in a hurry, now he had the greatest power in the sect, and his master had to give him some respect, not to mention...
He suddenly approached with a smile, and whispered, "Master, how about practicing Tantric sex with Jinzhi? Become Jinzhi's Soulmate and ascend to the immortal mountain with Jinzhi. I have also prepared many Tantric sex techniques. We can study them together another day, and whichever one Master likes, we can both practice it."
"You..." Ning Xuan was so angry that she couldn't speak, she glared at the child in front of her, and despite using all her strength, she couldn't break free.
Duan Jinzhi also noticed the struggle of his master. He whistled and ran his fingers from his belly to his lower body. Suddenly, the man beside him trembled slightly. He raised an eyebrow and saw his master's uneasy lowered head, softly saying, "Don't..."
It seemed like a pleading tone, yet it was so endearing, making one want to destroy the beauty in front of them.
"I can't." He directly refused the other's plea, his fingers moving down, seeing his master's breaths becoming heavier, and his restless shaking head. "Jinzhi, don't do this, Master... Master..." Before he could finish his sentence, his chin was lifted by someone, and the two locked eyes, Duan Jinzhi smiling calmly.
"How about it? Master? Don't like it? Or unwilling?" Duan Jinzhi asked, his fingers directly soothing the other's flesh stick, the limp thing hanging below suddenly perking up as soon as he touched it.
"It's hard..."
"Mmm..." Ning Xuan suddenly blushed, the reminders from his master echoing in his mind, almost shattering the moment. "Please, spare my master, okay?" he pleaded once again, only to receive a deep, affectionate kiss in return.
The soft lips were fiercely bitten by the other's lips, and the fingers that were originally soothing on his flesh stick also began to move irregularly, kneading.
Ning Xuan breathed uncomfortably and moved his hands, but because they were bound, he couldn't break free. He could only shake his head, wanting to break free from this immoral Master and disciple relationship.
Duan Jinzhi also unceremoniously embraced the person, revealing two pink nipples on the half-exposed chest. The clothing, no longer bound by a belt, only covered half of his thighs. His gaze suddenly discovered something, as the hand on his manhood began to explore downwards.
At that moment, Ning Xuan's body suddenly trembled in fear. He broke free from the deep kiss, looking at his disciple with terror, pleading, "Don't... don't touch there." As he spoke, he drew his legs together, but the hand around his waist continued to knead slowly, as if trying to make him relax.
"Don't be afraid," Jinzhi's voice was very soft and gentle; Ning Xuan was a little scared, that was the untouchable place. He had been the master of the sect for a hundred years, and no one had ever treated him like this, nor had he ever treated himself like this, but now he was showing his ugly side in front of his disciple.
The lower hand carefully soothed his flesh rod, and when the fingertip poked into the flesh orifice, Duan Jinzhi gasped for breath, and only then did he understand why the master looked so good. He raised his head and gazed quietly at the person in his arms and smiled, "Master, be my Soulmate, how about it?"
This statement really made Ning Xuan pause for a moment. He neither nodded nor shook his head. He dared not, nor had he ever thought about it, regardless of anyone, he had never thought about having that kind of relationship.
Jinzhi waited for a long time but did not hear a response from his master. He sighed quietly and carefully comforted Shuang'er's flesh cave with his lower body's fingers. "I can only let my master slowly accept me."
The green and astringent flesh was soothed by the broad palm in hand. Ning Xuan gasped and shook her head uneasily, her crimson cheeks resting on Jinzhi's heart, adding a unique flavor. Taking advantage of the other's lack of struggle, he untied the immortal rope and carefully held the person's hand in his own arms.
" Jinzhi..." Ning Xuan softly called out to his disciple, unsure whether to resist or accept, his complex emotions leading him to plead with his own disciple.
Duan JinzhiListening to the voice of the master, he smiled, suddenly changed his posture, one hand held the person in his arms, and the other hand lifted the master's flesh stick, playing with it in his hand, while not forgetting to soothe the watery flesh orifice.
"What's wrong?"
The voice of his disciple came to Ning Xuan's ears. Ning Xuan shook his head, slightly opened his mouth, and his heartbeat in his chest grew stronger. His legs had already begun to tremble slightly from the comfort of the other person. "Slow down..." He couldn't quite accept it.
"Okay." Duan Jinzhi was not in a hurry either. He tightened his arms a bit and found that his master in his arms was indeed slightly shorter in stature than the average man, but taller than Shuang'er, no wonder no one had noticed.
Who would have thought that the Yuan Ying stage of the Celestial Master would turn out to be a Shuang'er.
"Um..." Ning Xuan suppressed his voice, feeling uneasy and not knowing where to put his hands. Finally finding a point of support, he ended up tightly gripping his disciple's clothes.
Duan Jinzhi is enjoying this kind of embrace, holding the person on his lap, forcing his master to open his legs. Like a servent urinating, he pushes his master's thighs outward, one hand around the waist, the other hand carefully touching the entrance of the flesh hole, inserting it into the inner part with the lewd fluid.
Ning Xuan hasn't reacted yet. When the foreign object invaded, he felt uneasy and started to twist his body. He quickly shook his head, "Jinzhi, don't do this." He dared not speak loudly, afraid of being suppressed by the powerful force.
Duan Jinzhi still smiled, and his fingers only entered halfway into the flesh cave, carefully moving up and down. He leaned close to his master's ear and whispered, "Master, does it feel good?"
Ning Xuan shook his head when he heard, feeling uneasy and wanting to push the man behind him. "Hmm..." Enduring the twitching inside, after a moment, the suddenly accelerating fingers directly touched his sensitive spot, causing Ning Xuan to straighten his back. He was embraced by Jinzhi, and a clear liquid flowed out of the flesh cave.
"Ah..." With flushed cheeks, she quickly covered her mouth, leaning against her disciple and making sobbing sounds. Jinzhi withdrew his finger and comforted his master's still erect flesh, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
After a while, Ning Xuan came back to his senses. He didn't know how to speak. The empty flesh was opening and closing, and his fingers on his dick were still carefully comforting. "Jinzhi, let go of your master." He spoke uneasily.
Duan Jinzhi just smiled and continued moving his hand, "You haven't released yet, but your little hole is already leaking, wetting disciple's clothes. Shouldn't Master compensate Jinzhi for this?"
Ning Xuan blushed and shook his head, feeling very resistant inside, "The relationship between Master and disciple shouldn't be like this. It's Master's fault for not teaching you well. You shouldn't... ah..." Before he could finish his sentence, the hand on his own shaft tightened, seemingly resisting this relationship intentionally.
"Shouldn't? Then it's fine for Master and disciple to establish a Soulmate relationship, isn't it?" He said as he continued to massage Ning Xuan's manhood.
At this moment, Ning Xuan blinked and did not refute, only reaching out to touch the hand on his dick, trying to push it away, but was firmly grabbed by the chin and fiercely kissed, then commanded, "Master, don't touch what shouldn't be touched. This place... has never been touched before, and only disciple can touch it in the future, understand?"
"Jinzhi, Master..." He was about to speak, but suddenly the other person sped up, the previously comfortable pace gradually quickening. Ning Xuan instantly grabbed Duan Jinzhi's arm, breathing becoming more rapid with unease.
"Ah..."
The chest undulated, and he felt a sensation he had never experienced before, as if something was about to burst out of his chest. He shook his head, rejecting this feeling, "No... no..." A delicate voice escaped from his throat.
In an instant, a thick stream of semen shot out, landing directly on Duan Jinzhi's silk robe.
He looked at the uneasy Master in his arms, comforting him by patting his back and softly saying, "Go to sleep. When you wake up, Master will still be Master, and disciple will still be the gentle disciple, okay?"
Ning Xuan did not respond, seeming to hold the person in his arms gently, gradually closing his eyes until he fell asleep. Duan Jinzhi sighed and looked at his big brother, helplessly furrowing his brow.
"You've suffered." He had just finished speaking when he put down his master in his arms, helped the person change into clothes, covered them with a blanket, and then released the barrier and returned to his own room. It took him a long time to calm down.
"Tsk..." Looking at the large puddle of semen on the ground, he rubbed his forehead. 'It would be a beautiful thing if I could ejaculate into my master's body. Oh, I can't make my master angry. If I get kicked out of the sect, where else can I find such a gentle wife in the future?'
In his heart, he kept thinking about it, but he still had to do what he had to do. He hurried to the kitchen and made a light millet porridge for his master, along with a tasty appetizer, before feeling satisfied and clapping his hands. Then he pointed to a servant nearby and said, "When the master wakes up, take it to him."
"Yes," the crowd responded.
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