My Genesis Harem System in a Cultivation World

Qing’er was sitting at the edge of the bed in a pale inner robe, her simple bamboo pin still holding part of her shoulder-length hair back.

Ruoxue stood beside the low table, her white-sheathed sword in her left hand. Both women looked at him. Qing’er immediately looked away again.

"Ruoxue."

She came closer. "Yes, Tianlong." Xu ran his hand over the crown of her silver hair, then down along her temple until his thumb rested against her cheek.

"Sleep with Yueyao in the north room tonight."

Ruoxue’s eyes moved past him to Qing’er. Qing’er turned pink.

"Tianlong... I..."

"Ruoxue."

Her mouth closed. A tiny crease appeared between her brows. Then it softened.

"Mm... yes, Tianlong."

Xu stroked her cheek again and kissed her forehead. Ruoxue stood still briefly after he drew back. Then she crossed the courtyard toward the north room, her white-sheathed sword still in hand.

Xu waited until she was gone, set his sheathed sword against the wall beside the door, and shut it. Then he looked at Qing’er.

"Lock it."

"Y-Yes, Young Master."

She hurried over and slid the wooden bolt into place. Her hand started back toward it, paused halfway, then dropped. Xu sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard along the north wall.

"Come here."

Qing’er turned. She walked toward him slowly, bare feet whispering over the floorboards beneath the hem of her robe. When she stopped in front of his knees, Xu caught her wrist and pulled.

"Ah..."

Qing’er landed sideways across his lap with her knees pointing toward his right. Her hands went to his chest instinctively. Xu’s left hand settled on her thigh. His right slid behind her head.

The moment he drew her closer, Qing’er folded against him. Her cheek pressed to his chest. Both arms wrapped around his body, tighter than he expected from someone who had spent the last several minutes looking as though a loud sound might make her flee under the bed.

Xu stroked her hair. His left hand moved slowly along her thigh beneath the loose edge of her robe, over the soft fullness there, then higher until his palm filled with the round curve of her ass.

Qing’er shivered. She didn’t pull away. His fingers kneaded slowly.

"Mmh..."

Her face burrowed deeper into his chest.

"Young Master..."

"Yes?"

"I..."

Xu waited. Qing’er’s grip tightened.

"Y-Young Master... I... I really love you." She took a small breath. "Maybe... even more than when I first told you."

Xu’s hand never stopped moving over her ass.

"I know, Qing’er." His fingers moved through her hair. "I love you too."

She went very still. Then her breath left her in a soft rush.

"Mm... Young Master..." Her voice dropped until he almost felt it more than heard it. "Thank you for loving someone like me."

Xu tipped her face up and kissed her. Qing’er’s lips opened on a startled sound.

"Mmh—!"

Xu’s right hand tightened behind her head. His tongue entered her mouth hard, pushing past the shy first touch of hers, tangling with it, sucking it before letting her retreat for a brief breath.

Then he took her mouth again. Wet heat gathered between their lips. Qing’er’s fingers clutched the front of his robe.

"Nnh... mmh...!"

Xu kissed her until her breathing broke. When he finally lifted his head, a thin shine of saliva joined their lower lips before snapping. Qing’er dragged in air.

"Mmh... Y-Young Master..."

"Don’t like it?"

Her eyes widened.

"N-No! I mean... not like that." She shook her head too quickly. "I really like it. Anything Young Master does to me... I like it."

Xu’s left hand squeezed her ass.

"Good girl."

Her thighs shifted over his lap. He pushed his hand lower, then back up, feeling the soft weight of her thigh before gripping her ass again.

"Your thighs and ass really are plump, Qing’er." His thumb traced the curve where her thigh met her hip. "I can’t wait to enjoy them."

Qing’er’s face turned red to the ears. But she looked at him.

"Anything... anytime... anywhere..." Her voice trembled, then steadied just enough. "Qing’er belongs completely to Young Master."

Xu’s cock had already hardened beneath her. Xu shifted her hips over him, pressing the hardness beneath her. Her breath caught.

"Mmh..."

"Qing’er, you’re making it hard for me to hold back." Xu pressed her down, letting the thick length push against her through their clothes. "You can feel it, can’t you? My cock’s already impatient."

She swallowed. Xu stroked her hair back from her cheek.

"Use your mouth and serve me."

Qing’er lowered her eyes. The shy smile that appeared this time was smaller than before, but there was nothing uncertain in it.

"Yes, Young Master."

She slipped from his lap and knelt between his knees. Her hands were steadier now. Qing’er opened his inner robe, loosened his trousers, and freed his cock. The thick shaft rose immediately in front of her face.

She stared for a moment. She’d seen him before, and her cheeks still deepened in color.

"Still embarrassed?" Xu asked.

Qing’er glanced up. "A little."

"Only a little?"

"...More than a little."

Xu laughed. Qing’er pouted for a breath, then wrapped both hands around him. Her fingers couldn’t close fully around the thickness. She stroked slowly from the base upward. Xu leaned his head back against the wall.

"Mmm."

Qing’er watched his face. Her next stroke was firmer. The head glistened. She leaned in and touched it with the tip of her tongue. slurp. Xu’s abdomen tightened.

Qing’er licked around the head, slowly at first, learning his reaction again. Her tongue slid beneath the head, found the sensitive ridge, and stayed there long enough to pull a low breath from him.

"Good."

Her eyes brightened. She licked down the underside. slurp...

"Mmh... Young Master..."

"Keep going."

"Mm."

Her lips closed around the head. Warm wetness engulfed him. slurp. Xu’s right hand settled into her hair. Qing’er took more.

"Mmph..."

She drew back, lips tight around him, then sank down again. slurp... slurp...

"Nnh..."

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