Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 179: I’m Coming a Second Time Again

Gulp!

Yang Cheng gently swallowed, his gaze locked on the breathtaking scenery before him; inside, his wicked fire surged upward, and his body was suddenly taut as a drawn sword.

So... so amazing!

Lying on the bed, Chu Xiaoyu saw Yang Cheng’s intimidating silhouette and couldn’t hide the shock in her eyes; her usual calm vanished in a flash, replaced by a restless heat, and her breathing grew rapid and shallow.

Even through his pants, she could sense Yang Cheng’s formidable presence.

If something really happened between us... wouldn’t that feel heavenly?

Being stared at like that by Chu Xiaoyu, Yang Cheng felt a little embarrassed; he instantly began circulating his Cultivation Technique, hoping True Qi would suppress the burning desire inside him, but facing that alluring body, even True Qi failed him now.

Seeing he couldn’t control it, he immediately crouched down, using the bed to block the awkward area.

"Hehehe..."

Seeing this, Chu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh. She said, "Xiaochen, no need to be nervous—this happens to any normal man. It’s really nothing."

Hearing her understanding, Yang Cheng relaxed considerably. He asked seriously, "Auntie, you’re really sure about letting me continue to absorb?"

"Yeah, I’m sure. Go ahead and absorb!"

Chu Xiaoyu let out a gentle sigh and said, "Actually, I’ve known for a long time that I was sick. I secretly saw a few doctors, but none of them had any good solutions, so I’ve just relied on my hand to get by. But as I used it more, my Essence Qi was depleted too much—my body got weaker day by day, and I started getting incredibly sleepy. Sometimes, I even fainted now and then."

As she spoke, her pretty face flushed red. She went on, "Ling Ling has noticed something’s wrong for a while now. She’s always told me to go see a doctor. Honestly, I know exactly what my problem is, but how could I ever talk about that in front of my daughter? So I kept pretending I was fine. Later on, she found a Daoist priest who said my illness could only be cured by sleeping with a cultivator. I thought that was crazy, totally didn’t believe what that Daoist said."

"Auntie, actually the Daoist was right!"

Yang Cheng’s gaze focused on Chu Xiaoyu as he said seriously, "Just like I explained earlier—only when a cultivator is intimate with you can they completely absorb the Primordial Yin Qi inside you, and your Seductive Body gets suppressed..."

"So, I’m willing to let you absorb now!"

Chu Xiaoyu, face glowing red, looked at Yang Cheng and spoke.

Yang Cheng said, "Alright, then I’ll start. Ling Ling will be home soon—before she gets back, I have to absorb the remaining Primordial Yin Qi."

This time, Chu Xiaoyu didn’t reply; she simply nodded softly and closed her eyes.

Yang Cheng didn’t hesitate either. He stole another quick glance at that exquisite pink scene, swallowed, and went straight in.

Very soon, ’slurp, slurp’ sounds echoed through the room.

"Mmm~~"

The gentle suction made Chu Xiaoyu’s body tingle and go numb, and her lips let out a seductive low moan.

Undeniable pleasure swept over her pretty face.

Though she’d experienced this before, she’d been unconscious then—not awake enough to feel such comfort.

So good!

This feels way too good.

For a moment, Yang Cheng’s terrifying outline filled her mind; her body was feverish, her brain ran wild with forbidden fantasies—if she could actually do something more with Yang Cheng, how happy would she be?

Oh, Chu Xiaoyu, what are you even thinking!

He’s the son of your old lover, for god’s sake.

Her cheeks burned scarlet, like they might bleed, so she quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and covered her face. When the world went dark, her embarrassment finally eased; as she sank into it, her mouth kept letting out sounds.

Those sexy, tempting noises became little notes of Magic Power, echoing all through the room.

Yang Cheng sucked even harder!

Pure Primordial Yin Qi kept pouring into Yang Cheng’s body, causing the True Qi in his Dantian to surge with excitement.

It had been a while since his last breakthrough—the Dantian was already filled to the brim, and now, after absorbing so much Primordial Yin Qi, a faint yellow glow shimmered inside, vibrating faintly with a quiet hum.

Is it about to break through?

Feeling the changes in his body, Yang Cheng’s face lit up with excitement, but right now he was helping Chu Xiaoyu absorb her Primordial Yin Qi and couldn’t break through just yet. That only made him suck even more fiercely.

He just hoped he could drain the remaining Yin Qi as quickly as possible!

With Yang Cheng’s increasing vigor, Chu Xiaoyu’s sensations grew more intense. She unconsciously lifted her legs, clamping them around Yang Cheng’s neck, and let out uncontrollable moans that rang loud and clear in the quiet room.

"Ah... no, I... I’m coming!"

Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through her body and Chu Xiaoyu began to shudder wildly.

With every tremble, a flood of wetness splashed all over Yang Cheng’s face.

Damn!

So wet—more than those young girls, impossibly slick.

Soon, Yang Cheng was drenched like a drowned rat. He quickly lifted his head, looking at the quivering, still-enchanted Chu Xiaoyu. He thought for a second, then put his fingers to her, massaging at lightning speed.

The air filled with the wet sounds of squelching—pu ci, pu ci.

The torrent only grew heavier.

"Xiaochen... what... what are you doing!"

As the fullness below mounted, Chu Xiaoyu hurriedly threw off the quilt over her head. Seeing Yang Cheng’s movements, she was instantly startled. "You... take that out, don’t... don’t do this, I’m your aunt!"

But despite her words, her legs closed instinctively, clamping his arm tightly, her face burning with unspoken longing.

"Auntie, lie back. I’m helping you heal!"

Yang Cheng explained as he worked, his fingers venturing boldly into the unknown.

"Don’t... hmm... stop that!"

Chu Xiaoyu kept protesting, but her body told another story, settling willingly onto the bed.

That indescribable pleasure washed over her, carrying Chu Xiaoyu to another world entirely. Over the years, she’d only used her hands to get by, but this compared to Yang Cheng’s touch was nothing, not even a tenth as good.

It just felt too good!

The waves of release grew wilder still, quickly soaking Yang Cheng’s fingers through and through.

The surging bliss wiped Chu Xiaoyu’s mind blank. She suddenly bolted upright, threw her arms around Yang Cheng, breathless: "Faster... a little faster, I... I’m already about to come again!"

"Auntie, technically this isn’t your second time—the last climax hasn’t ended yet."

Yang Cheng’s fingers picked up speed and force, the sound of wet squelching—pu ci, pu ci—echoing in the room.

"Ah!!!"

A few seconds later, Chu Xiaoyu threw her head back and cried out, her body collapsing onto the bed like a boneless heap.

Seeing that, Yang Cheng quickly pulled his fingers out.

"Zii!"

A clear, sparkling jet erupted out, shooting all the way to the wall two meters away.