One summer afternoon when Lin Cao was nineteen, he was bathing at home and was unexpectedly bitten on the penis by an unknown insect. The penis then swelled to about nine cun long, the whole thing sore, numb, and distended, thick, hard, and agitated. Lin Cao had never experienced such a scene before and inevitably panicked. He imagined it might soon recover on its own, so with a bit of hopeful thinking, he put on a pair of shorts and went to bed for an afternoon nap.
Half an hour later, Lin Cao woke up. What he had not expected was that his penis was still standing upright, with no sign of subsiding. He tried to sit up, but instinctively felt his head heat up and his whole body go weak; he could not move at all. Only then did Lin Cao truly become afraid in his heart, and he could not help but moan.
At this moment, Madam Qin had just returned from the neighboring Granny Zhou's house. Hearing the moans, she hurried over to see what was happening. She saw Lin Cao with his face and entire body flushed red, his erect penis standing proudly beneath him, seemingly about to burst through his underpants. Madam Qin quickly asked, "Cao'er, what's wrong with you?" Lin Cao weakly recounted what had happened during his bath.
Shiniang said, '操儿 (Cao'er, likely a nickname for Lin Cao), don't panic, I'll go fetch a doctor right away, endure it for now!' Not long after, Shiniang brought back the local famous doctor, He Zhongjing.
After examining Lin Cao’s injuries, the famous doctor stroked his long beard and said: 「This child was injured by the thousand-year-old lewd insect ‘Yinchī’. Such a condition is extremely rare; even I have seen it for the first time!」 Madam Qin hurriedly asked: 「Then is there any cure?」 The famous doctor stroked his beard again and said: 「According to medical books, after a common person is bitten by Yinchī, if treatment is not given in time, he will bleed to death within two hours.」 Madam Qin hurriedly asked again: 「Then how should it be treated?」 The famous doctor pondered for a moment and said: 「This is easy to say but hard to do!」 The madam cried out: 「So there’s no cure then? Old sir, I beg you, you must think of a way!」 Having said that, the madam knelt before the famous doctor.
The famous doctor quickly helped Madam Qin up: 「Madam, there’s no need for such a great courtesy. In fact, there is still one method!」 The madam hurriedly said: 「Then please tell me quickly!」 「Judging by this child’s current condition, there must be a woman who has already known carnal relations and possesses profound inner power, who uses the method of yin-yang union to guide away the toxicity in his body. To put it specifically, the woman must use her sexual organ to completely take in this child’s penis, without moving, and then use internal force to merge with the toxicity in his body. After two hours, this child’s life should be safe! However, after this union, the lust within both bodies will be stimulated to an unprecedented degree. From then on, it will become impossible to stop!」 「Thank you, old sir. Saving Cao’er’s life is the priority right now! I’ll go find such a woman immediately.」 After expressing thanks, the madam saw the famous doctor out the door.
After seeing the famous doctor off, the master's wife pondered who to find for this task. After much thought, she couldn't come up with a suitable candidate. Meanwhile, another half-hour passed. Then she heard Lin Cao softly moaning inside the room again, making her heart tighten with worry. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration: Hey, aren't I the best person for this? I've practiced martial arts since childhood, my internal energy is profound, and it would be perfect for healing Cao'er now. But the ethics... Hearing Lin Cao's moan again! Master Lin's wife made a painful decision: At this point, there's no time to worry about that; saving Cao'er is the priority. Having decided, the master's wife hurried into Lin Cao's bedroom.
"Fucker, let mistress take a look at your injury." She pulled down Lin Cao’s briefs, and saw that the penis seemed even more swollen and red than before.
"Fucker, I’ll help you take off your pants." "Mistress, have you found someone to come save me?" "Mm, I found someone!" "Why haven’t I seen anyone come in?" "Isn’t your mistress a person?" "What, Mistress, you—how can this be?" Although Lin Cao had never experienced such things, he still knew to avoid what should not be seen and that men and women should be separate, let alone when the other person was his elder, his mistress. At this moment, they were actually going to face each other naked and join their genitals; he truly did not dare.
"Fucker, we can’t care about that now. Mistress has to save you first." "But, Mistress—" "No buts. Close your eyes and lie on your back." Lin Cao had no choice but to do as the mistress said.
Soon, Lin Cao felt a small hand gripping his rod, and then the rod was enveloped by a flesh nest, very warm, very moist, very comfortable. Then he felt two highly elastic flesh mounds pressing against his chest, also indescribably comfortable. He could also clearly smell a fragrance he had never smelled before. Lin Cao felt like he was about to faint, but his shiniang said to keep his eyes closed, and at this moment he didn't dare open them to see exactly where this feeling was coming from. Before he could faint, a pleasant warm breath blew on his face. "Cao'er, do not open your eyes. Shiniang is healing your injuries." Lin Cao didn't even dare move a muscle.
After two hours, the redness all over Lin Cao’s body receded. Seeing this, the mistress wanted to get up and put on her clothes: "Cao’er, your mistress will get up now. Do not open your eyes, and do not move." How would Lin Cao dare move? He was even less daring to open his eyes. After a moment, Lin Cao only felt the two lumps of flesh pressing on his chest leave him, and he immediately felt as if something were missing. Then he felt two small hands supporting his waist, and the flesh pouch also began to spit out his cock. However, just as the flesh pouch was about to spit out the cock and withdraw from the furnace, he suddenly felt a suction force pull the cock back into the flesh pouch again. The flesh pouch once again swallowed the cock whole.
Lin Cao felt an indescribable pleasure surge through his lower body, and at the same time, he heard his shiniang let out a soft 'ah'. Instinctively, Lin Cao opened his eyes to see what was happening. However, what appeared before him was a pair of beautiful breasts. This was his first time seeing a woman's chest, and he immediately felt a bit dizzy. It must be known that Qin Shiniang had been practicing martial arts since childhood and had long cultivated a fine figure. Just looking at those breasts, neither too large nor too small, yet full and firm. The two nipples were round and large, standing proudly and erect on the breasts.
Lin Cao's gaze hurriedly swept downward, only to see his own meat rod being enveloped by a dark, fuzzy flesh nest at Shiniang's lower body. Shiniang was riding on top of him, her wasp waist and broad hips looking utterly captivating. Lin Cao couldn't help but feel dizzy again. When he shifted his gaze to Shiniang's face, he found that she was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and both couldn't help but feel somewhat shy, their faces instantly turning red.
At this moment, I heard Shiniang say softly, 'Cao'er, close your eyes quickly. I never expected such a strong attraction between these sexual organs—I can't pull it out. Dr. He didn't mention this. Don't move; let me try again.' Shiniang attempted to rise once more but was sucked back by what was beneath her. This time, Lin Cao didn't dare open his eyes. Shiniang tried a few more times, but the situation remained the same. It only tormented Lin Cao beneath her; each time Shiniang was sucked back, Lin Cao's lower body experienced waves of indescribable pleasure. He wanted to cry out but didn't dare. Seeing that several attempts were unsuccessful, Shiniang thought it might be better to gently grind a few times first and then pull out suddenly.
Unexpectedly, a sudden pull caused a sudden suction. After this kind of genital friction, both of them couldn't help but feel waves of pleasure. Lin Cao knew it felt good but didn't dare to cry out; as the teacher's wife, she was too shy to moan. The teacher's wife then thought, since this way doesn't work and that way doesn't work either, why not just continue this sustained friction? Perhaps after a while, it could naturally be pulled out.
Then the shifu's wife began to gently move her waist back and forth. With every movement, the flesh walls tightly wrapped around Lin Cao's penis, bringing wave after wave of tingling pleasure. Lin Cao kept his eyes tightly shut, yet couldn't help letting out low gasps. Hearing his voice, the shifu's wife gradually blushed as well, and her movements unconsciously quickened a little.
"Fucker... how do you feel?" the mistress asked in a low voice, her voice carrying a hint of trembling.
"Mistress... so hot... so tight..." Lin Cao answered honestly, his face red as if it were about to drip blood.
Shiniang's heart stirred, and she dared not stop her movements. She had intended to finish quickly, but the淫性 (lustful nature) aroused within her made her sink deeper into沉迷 (indulgence). Her肉穴 (flesh cave/vagina) began to involuntarily contract, swallowing and吐纳 (spitting out/working) that thick, hard penis. Lin also gradually recovered from his initial紧张 (nervousness), instinctively thrusting his hips upward slightly to迎合 (respond to/match) Shiniang's movements.
"Ah..." Shiniang finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She lowered her head to look at the boy beneath her, only to see his eyes tightly closed, his brows slightly furrowed, looking both comfortable and yet afraid to let himself loose. She couldn't help feeling tender affection, while at the same time a stronger desire welled up.
Time slipped away bit by bit during the intercourse. Two hours had long passed, the toxicity had already been neutralized, yet neither of them suggested stopping. The mistress's movements became increasingly fluid, evolving from initial tentativeness into a rhythmic rising and falling. Each time she sat down, she drove the penis to its deepest point; each time she lifted up, it brought out sticky, wet sounds.
Lin Cao finally mustered his courage and opened his eyes. He saw Shiniang's full breasts swaying gently with the movement, the nipples already hard and erect; he saw her tightly closed eyes and slightly parted lips; he saw the wetness at the point where their bodies joined. He reached out his hand and tentatively grasped Shiniang's waist.
Shiniang's body trembled, but she didn't阻止 (stop/prevent it). Instead, she主动 (initiatively) leaned down, bringing her breasts close to his chest, and whispered, '操儿...既然已经这样了 (since it's already come to this)...好好感受吧 (feel it properly).'
Lin Cao nodded, his hands sliding from her waist to her buttocks, gently holding them. Shiniang's movements became more proactive, starting to find the most comfortable angle for herself. The room was filled only with the subtle sounds of flesh colliding and suppressed panting.
After who knows how long, Lin Cao suddenly felt a strong wave of tingling rise from his lower abdomen. Nervously, he grabbed Master’s Wife’s arm: “Master’s Wife... I seem... to be... about to...”
Shiniang immediately understood, but instead of getting up, she held him tighter and whispered, 'Let it out... it's okay...'
Lin Cao could no longer hold back, his waist thrusting fiercely, releasing all his scalding semen into Shiniang's body. Stimulated by this surge of heat, Shiniang herself reached climax, her body trembling violently, her flesh cave tightly gripping his penis, sucking every last drop clean.
After the climax, the two held each other tightly, neither immediately pulling apart. Shiniang's breathing gradually steadied, but she still lay on top of Lin Cao, whispering, 'Cao'er... from now on... there's no turning back between us.'
Lin Cao held her, feeling the lingering pleasure within his body, and responded softly: 'Shiniang... I will practice diligently... and use my internal energy to protect you.'
Shiniang looked up at his clear eyes, now tinged with desire, and suddenly smiled: 'Good. Then let's start tonight...好好双修 (cultivate together properly).'
The sky outside the window gradually darkened. Inside the room, the two were once again tightly entwined. This time, it was no longer for healing wounds, but because of the desire thoroughly ignited within each other's bodies.
From this night on, the relationship between Lin Cao and Qin Shiniang changed completely. By day, they were still master and disciple; by night, they became each other's most hidden dual-cultivation partners. The aftereffects left by the lust worms made both of them's desire unprecedentedly intense, and they had to have intercourse almost every few days to calm the restlessness within their bodies.
Shiniang began systematically teaching Lin the method of combining bedroom arts with the circulation of internal energy. Each act of intercourse advanced Lin's功力 (martial power/cultivation) a bit further, and also made Shiniang's body increasingly离不开 (unable to do without) his penis. They tried various positions, from最初的 (initial) woman on top, to doggy style, side-lying, even standing. Each time, Shiniang would use her internal energy to guide his essence, benefiting both of them.
Once, Shiniang couldn't help but cry out during her climax. Lin Cao asked frantically what was wrong, but she just held him tightly and said: 'Cao'er... Shiniang belongs to you completely now.'
Lin Cao kissed away her tears and said earnestly, 'Shiniang is also mine.'
Days passed like this, one by one. People in the village only thought the master's wife was diligently teaching this disciple, not knowing that this nominal master and disciple had long ago explored each other's bodies thoroughly in the quiet of the night.
And the mark left by that thousand-year lustful worm became the deepest, sweetest secret between them.
The days that followed felt gently veiled by a layer of gauze.
On the surface, everything was normal. Lin Cao still got up early in the morning to practice martial arts, clean the courtyard, and pay respects to his master's wife. Master's Wife Qin still sat dignifiedly in the main hall, explaining mental techniques and formulas to him, occasionally pointing out flaws in his moves. Villagers passing by would only see a proper master and disciple; no one could tell what had happened on that bed at night.
But once night fell and the door was shut, all the rules turned to ashes.
The first real 'dual cultivation' was on the third night after the healing.
Lin Cao went to pay his respects as usual, but Shiniang asked him to stay. The lamplight was dimmed, and she had already changed into thin inner garments, the collar slightly open, revealing her collarbone and a glimpse of snow-white skin. Lin Cao stood still, his heart pounding fiercely.
“Come here.” Shiniang’s voice was very soft.
He walked over and, being led by her hand, sat down at the bedside. The mistress said nothing, only lowered her head and undid his belt. Her movements were very slow, yet carried a kind of gentle refusal that could not be resisted. Piece by piece, their clothes fell away, and before long the two were naked to each other.
This time, there was no poison forcing it, nor any urgent reason. Lin Cao could clearly see his teacher's wife's body—her slender waist, rounded buttocks, full but not exaggerated breasts, and the already slightly moist area between her legs. He reached out, tentatively touching her nipple; the teacher's wife trembled slightly but did not pull away.
"Use inner force." She instructed in a low voice. "Don’t just focus on comfort. Guide the true qi in, from the dantian to the place of union."
Lin Cao followed her words and circulated his internal energy. The moment he entered her body, both of them let out a soft moan simultaneously. The sensation was completely different from during the healing process. There was no urgent fear, only a slow and deep fit. Shiniang's internal energy was as warm and gentle as water, enveloping his penis, guiding his true qi to flow through their respective meridians.
He began thrusting in a rhythmic pattern. With each entry, he could feel the warmth inside Shiniang; with each withdrawal, sticky wet sounds came along with it. Shiniang’s hands pressed against his back, helping him adjust his breathing and the point of force. Gradually, the two of them fell into sync, as if practicing some never-before-seen martial art.
When climax arrived, Lin Cao instinctively wanted to pull out, but was entangled by Shiniang's legs.
“Shoot it in.” Her eyes half-closed, her voice trembling, “Let our vital energies merge….”
The moment the scalding semen surged into her body, Lin Cao felt his internal energy as if gently grasped by a warm hand, then slowly returned to his dantian. The shiniang also reached her climax simultaneously, her body lightly convulsing, her flesh cave tightening repeatedly.
Afterward, the two lay side by side. Shiniang reached out and stroked his chest, and said in a low voice: “From today on, every three days, we’ll dual cultivate like this once. Your power will improve several times faster than other people’s.”
Lin Cao nodded, but in his heart, he was clear—what he wanted was already far more than just martial power.
A month passed like this.
Lin Cao's internal energy indeed advanced with astonishing speed. Meridians that originally required half a year to unblock showed faint signs of breakthrough within a month. Several peers in the village watching him practice showed looks of envy, unaware of the real reason.
And Qin Shiniang's change was even more subtle. She remained dignified during the day, but at night she became increasingly proactive. Sometimes she would pull him straight into her room after he finished practicing his martial arts; sometimes while teaching him mental techniques, she would deliberately press her body close, letting him smell the faint fragrance at her neck.
One night, after they finished once, Shiniang suddenly rode on top of him, slowly rising and falling on her own. Moonlight shone through the window crack, falling on her heaving chest. She looked down at him, her eyes frighteningly bright.
"Fucker," her voice was soft as water, "do you know that your mistress hasn’t felt this comfortable in a long time?"
Lin Cao held her waist and answered honestly: 'Shiniang... I don't want to stop either.'
She smiled, but her movements suddenly quickened. This time they didn't deliberately guide their inner energy, simply indulging in the physical pleasure. Shiniang's moans grew increasingly unrestrained, until finally her whole body went limp against his chest, still trembling slightly.
Starting that night, the frequency of dual cultivation gradually changed from once every three days to once every two days, and sometimes even once a day.
They began to try more positions.
Shiniang最喜欢 (liked most) doggy style. She would趴好 (lie down properly) herself, arching her腰 (waist/back) very low, and look back at him. When Lin entered from behind, he could clearly see how he plunged into that wet, soft密处 (intimate place) with each thrust. His hands would reach around to the front, kneading her nipples or gently pressing her lower abdomen. Every time Shiniang was treated like this, she couldn't help but bury her face in the pillow, emitting soft, seductive sounds.
Sometimes it was side-lying. The two faced each other, their legs entwined. In such a position, penetration was not deep, but they could rub against each other slowly for a long time. Shiniang would, while enduring his motions, use her hand to help massage his waist points, letting his true qi flow more smoothly. After it ended, she would often use her mouth to clean away the remaining semen, working carefully as if completing an important assignment.
What Lin Cao found most unforgettable was a standing position.
That night, the master's wife practiced her skills until late, still covered in a light sweat. She pulled him against the wall, lifted one leg, and had him enter from the front. The coolness of the wall and the heat inside her formed a stark contrast. Lin Cao held her buttocks, thrusting upward forcefully. The master's wife leaned against the wall, her arms wrapped around his neck, trembling slightly each time he reached the deepest point.
By the time they kept going, she could barely stand and could only hang onto him with her whole body. Lin simply picked her up and walked to the bed without pulling out. The jolting all the way there made Shiniang climax once, soaking his lower abdomen slippery wet.
"Fucker... you’re getting better and better." She laughed breathlessly.
Lin Cao placed her on the bed, leaned down to enter her again, and whispered, 'It's all because Shiniang taught me well.'
As time passed, the tacit understanding between the two grew deeper.
During practice in the day, with just one look, Lin Cao knows his martial arts master's wife wants it that night. Sometimes she intentionally bumps him lightly with her body while explaining moves; sometimes she adjusts her collar in front of him, letting the neckline slip even lower. Lin Cao, in turn, learned to hug her from behind when no one is around, slip his hand into her clothes, and gently knead her increasingly sensitive breasts.
Once, they almost had an incident during the day.
Shiniang (Master's Wife) was teaching him breathing exercises in the back garden, with no one else around. Lin was practicing halfway when she suddenly pulled him into the woodshed. As soon as the door closed, she主动 unbuckled his belt. That time they did it urgently and fiercely; the woodshed was filled with suppressed panting and the sound of bodies colliding. Afterwards, Shiniang leaned against the wall straightening her clothes, her face still flushed.
"No daytime next time." she warned him, but her eyes were impossibly soft.
Lin Cao nodded, but in his heart, he was already planning the next opportunity.
The sequelae left by the lewd worm始终存在 (always persisted). Every few days, Lin Cao would feel a燥热 (dry heat) in his lower abdomen, his penis involuntarily rising. At such times, he only needed to glance at Shiniang, and she would understand. The two would find excuses to return to their room early, close the door, and use intercourse to quell that fire.
Sometimes the fire comes especially fiercely. Lin Cao would take her two or three times in a row. At first, Shiniang would softly complain, 'Cao'er is too greedy,' but her body responded with increasing passion each time. Her internal energy also became more refined with each dual cultivation session, her skin grew fairer and more delicate, and her eyes often held a soft, watery glow.
People in the village began to gossip, saying that Mrs. Qin had been glowing recently, as if she had regained some youth. Others said that Lin Cao was progressing rapidly and would surely achieve great things in the future. No one connected these two matters.
Only they themselves knew that the real reason was hidden in every night of entwining.
Another two months passed.
Lin Cao's internal energy had already faintly touched the threshold of foundation establishment. Shiniang felt both happy and somewhat uneasy about this. She knew clearly that once he broke through, he should go down the mountain to travel and see the broader world. And she, after all, was just a secret from his youth.
One night, after finishing, she suddenly buried her face in his chest and didn't speak for a long time.
"Fucker," she finally said, her voice very light, "in the future, if you have a girl you like... then treat her well. I’ll take care of things on my end myself."
Lin Cao was stunned. He turned her face towards him, looking seriously into her eyes: 'Is Shiniang trying to send me away?'
“I’m not chasing you away.” She smiled, but her eyes were somewhat wet, “I’m reminding you. Between us... after all, it’s neither proper nor legitimate.”
Lin Cao was silent for a long time, finally just holding her tighter: 'Then, before that status arrives, Shiniang, let me properly cultivate together with you first.'
Shiniang didn't speak again, just主动 (initiatively) kissed his lips.
That night, they did it particularly slowly and deeply, as if trying to compensate in advance for all the nights they might lose in the future.
The moonlight outside the window was very bright.
In the room, two bodies tightly entwined once more.
The mark left by the lewd worm still pulsed faintly in their blood vessels, reminding them—this taboo that began by accident had long become the deepest part of each other's lives.
And the story is far from over.
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