Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Training Room (4)

Ning Jianli still remained in her squat position, and she could tell that Li Feng seemed to be doing something behind her as she heard some heavy noises.

And as soon as the noise died down, she heard Li Feng’s voice.

“Junior Sister, that’s enough for the squats. Come here.”

Ning Jianli slowly stood up at his words, then turned to look back and blinked when she saw some strange-looking equipment now filling the once-empty chamber.

Li Feng seemed to gesture for her to come forward toward the one in front of him.

Ning Jianli walked forward, still completely naked, her hips swaying seductively.

Once she arrived near him, she looked at Li Feng and then at the object below her.

It was made entirely of polished dark wood, sturdy and solid, clearly crafted with purpose rather than decoration.

Up close, she could see that although it was solid, the craftsmanship was rough.

The wood had been sanded smooth but the joints were simple, pegs and reinforced beams rather than elegant carvings.

The upper plank was broad enough to support the hips, while the lower section had two fixed wooden bars to secure the legs.

It was basically a crude yet simple back extension machine that Li Feng had made, with a few modifications.

It looked like something hastily built for function, not beauty.

Still, it undeniably resembled a training device.

“This will train the strength of your back and waist,” he said calmly. “A sword cultivator’s power flows from the legs through the hips and spine. If your lower back is weak, your sword will lack force.”

Ning Jianli who heard his words, studied the wooden structure carefully.

It did seem to look like training equipment, albeit a crude one.

The only way to tell was how it work is to try it herself, so she looked at Li Feng.

“Senior Brother, what should I do?”

Li Feng smiled as he gestured for her to come closer.

Once she was close, Li Feng pushed her gently toward the crafted device he had made with care.

He crouched slightly and began securing leather straps around her calves and thighs, tightening them just enough to hold her in place.

Once finished, Li Feng stepped back as he enjoying the view.

Right now, Ning Jianli stood naked on the machine, her legs parted and secured with rope as her body leaned slightly forward.

The position forced her spine into a subtle arch, emphasizing the natural lines of her physique.

From this angle, he could clearly see the curve of her shapely rear along with her toned, firm thighs.

Between her parted legs, the soft pink slit of her entrance could be seen as it still glistening faintly from earlier indulgence with it lips slightly parted and swollen.

Then he stepped closer.

“Here, put your hands behind your head and bend forward…”

Ning Jianli nodded and do as instructed.

She interlocked her fingers behind her head and slowly bent at the waist, lowering her upper body until it angled sharply toward the floor.

The leather straps held her calves and thighs firmly in place, forcing her lower back to engage deeply as it stretched under the controlled strain.

Every inch of the descent pulled at her core, her spine curving into a perfect, disciplined arc.

“Oh?”

Ning Jianli was a bit surprised as she felt her core muscles exerting themselves.

She couldn’t help but praise Li Feng for coming up with such a method.

And Li Feng’s desire surged at the sight.

That prominent white peach already shapely and full now thrust upward and outward even more emphatically as she bent forward, the round curves accentuated by the sharp tilt of her hips.

The position spread her thighs just enough to reveal everything…. the glistening pink slit still parted and slick, the slow trickle of his earlier release continuing to leak in lazy drops.

He swallowed hard.

His heart thumped heavily in his chest.

The position left her completely exposed.

Her full breasts hung freely beneath her now, heavy and enticing, swaying gently with gravity’s pull.

Yet, like a serious senior instructing his junior, Li Feng kept his gaze steady and composed.

He stepped closer, placing one warm palm flat against the small of her back to guide her through the first few repetitions and helping her rise until her spine was level with her hips, then easing her back down with slow, deliberate pressure.

“Feel the burn here,” he instructed calmly, fingers pressing lightly along either side of her spine. “Engage the erectors. No momentum and make sure to control every inch.”

After several assisted reps, he withdrew his hand entirely and stepped back to observe.

Ning Jianli continued on her own as sweat began to sheen along her back and the undersides of her breasts; her breathing remained measured, though deeper now.

Li Feng watched for a long moment with arms crossed.

Then a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Good. Just like that.”

He paused, letting the silence stretch between them.

“For this set… do it one thousand times. And don’t stop, no matter what happens.”

Ning Jianli, who had actually begun to enjoy the clean burn spreading through her lower back and the satisfying stretch in her core, blinked for half a heartbeat at his words.

One thousand?

Then her eyes sharpened, the momentary surprise replaced by steely resolve.

To an ordinary cultivator, the number would have sounded excessive, even cruel.

But she was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

She had never shied away from any training, no matter how grueling, no matter how endless it is.

If this was a path to greater strength…..if Senior Brother deemed it necessary then she would endure everything and complete it without faltering.

Her pride flared quietly in her chest.

If Senior Brother believed she could handle it, then she would prove him right.

Not just for him, but for herself too,

“Yes, Senior Brother.”

She resumed the motion without another word of complaint.

Up… hold…down.

Each movement precise.

Each repetition filled with unyielding determination.

And still thinking it just a test, she began to earnestly lean up and downward with her hand behind her head.

“…One… two… three…”

Li Feng watched her count aloud with that serious, focused expression as a slow smile spreading across his face.

Without a word, he moved silently behind her once more.

From this angle, every detail was intoxicating.

The firm, toned thighs flexed powerfully with each rise and descent, muscles rippling beneath the smooth skin.

The shapely peach of her rear shifted and clenched subtly with every controlled movement, the round curves tightening and releasing in perfect rhythm.

With each upward extension, her lower mouth entrance parted just a fraction more… pink, slick, still glistening from earlier indulgence.

The tiny opening pulsing faintly like it was breathing in quiet anticipation.

Li Feng’s grin widened and deeply pleased at the sight.

Once again, he knelt down slightly behind her and reached out, grasping those soft, plump cheeks in both hands.

His large palms sank into the yielding white flesh.

His fingers digging in as he began to knead roughly….. squeezing, spreading, molding her as though testing the limits of her resilience.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he spread her cheeks wider, thumbs pressing firmly against the undersides of her cheeks to expose her completely.

And her small petals inside came fully into view as it look slick and flushed pink, swollen from earlier use, the delicate folds glistening under the chamber’s soft light.

Traces of translucent white liquid still lingered there, clinging to the inner lips and slowly seeping from the tight entrance, a lewd reminder of how thoroughly he had already claimed her.

And Li Feng couldn’t help but marvel at the sight.

Such a small, delicate hole and yet it had taken every thick inch of his huge length earlier without complaint.

The cultivator body truly was miraculous.

It was extremely elastic, resilient, able to adapt and endure thing beyond mortal limits.

Even now, after being stretched so wide, the tight entrance fluttered faintly around nothing.

The delicate pink flesh inside wriggled slightly….quivering, contracting, as though silently begging to be filled again.

Li Feng let out a low, appreciative hum, his voice thick with genuine admiration.

“Truly remarkable,” he murmured, almost to himself. “A sword cultivator’s flesh is forged for battle… and apparently for pleasure as well.”

Ning Jianli paused for less than a second as her body clenched instinctively at the brush of cool air against her exposed, sensitive folds before she resumed counting without missing a beat.

“…Twenty three… twenty four…”

Her voice remained steady, though softer now, threaded with the faintest tremor that betrayed the rising heat in her body.

But she refused to falter.

Refused to stop.

His earlier words not to stop, no matter what still rang clearly in her mind.

Squelch…

Suddenly,

Ning Jianli’s breath hitched slightly as she felt a thick finger slowly exploring her inside.

Meanwhile, Li Feng couldn’t help but marvel at the way the wriggling flesh contracted around his finger.

It was impossibly tight and soaking wet, yet strangely soothing….like warm, silken walls giving his finger a slow, rhythmic massage with every movement.

The slick heat gripped him greedily, pulling him deeper.

His little brother started twitching violently below, as though demanding to trade places, and seemed to complain:

It should be me, not your finger!

Li Feng ignored it, continuing to explore her depths for a long moment before something else occurred to him.

He spoke aloud, his voice casual, almost conversational as though they were merely discussing mundane affairs.

“Say, Junior Sister Ning… can you tell me a bit more about Jian Ruyi?”

Ning Jianli, still determinedly moving up and down, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson and her sweat glistening along her collarbone and between her swaying breasts, seemed to pause for half a heartbeat to think.

Then she answered without breaking her movement,

“…She is a kind and responsible Senior Sister.”

Her voice soft yet steady despite the roughness of her breathing.

But then she added, quieter now, each word interrupted by the subtle squelch of his finger moving inside her,

“and she … absolutely abhors demonic cultivators.”

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