Chapter 931: Pond of Debauchery

The water in the courtyard pond rippled violently, waves lapping against the stone edges, disturbed not by the wind, but by the sudden, aggressive movements of the predator and his prey.

Wang Jian didn’t bother with any more gentle words or slow seduction. The time for the “reluctant gentleman” act was over. Right now, he was playing the role of a man pushed to the brink, a man whose frustrations—supposedly caused by Ruyan’s teasing—needed an immediate, violent outlet. And Lianhua, trapped between his hard body and the rough stone wall of the enclosure, was the only vessel available.

He grabbed her by her slim, wet waist, his fingers digging into her flesh with bruising force. With a single, powerful motion, he spun her around, slamming her front-first against the cold, rough stone wall.

“Ah!” Lianhua gasped, the air driven from her lungs as her breasts were squashed against the hard rock. The stone scraped against her sensitive nipples, a sharp contrast to the warm water swirling around her hips.

“Arch your back,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl right in her ear.

When she hesitated for a fraction of a second, frozen by shame and shock, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her wet, exposed buttock.

SMACK!

The sound was like a whip crack in the quiet courtyard.

“I said, arch!”

Lianhua whimpered, a pathetic sound for a Sect Mistress, but her body obeyed instantly. She pushed her hips out, sticking her magnificent, curvaceous ass back towards him, presenting herself like a mare in heat. The water slicked her skin, making her pale flesh gleam in the morning light.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t prepare her. He didn’t care. He gripped her hips, lining himself up. He was rock hard, throbbing with a need that felt like it could punch through steel.

With one fierce, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her wet, unprotected pussy.

“GGNNNHHH!”

Lianhua threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of overwhelmed sensation. Her hands scrabbled uselessly against the rough stone wall, her fingernails breaking against the rock as she tried to find purchase. He filled her completely, stretching her, invading her, claiming her deepest interior in a single second.

“Tight,” Wang Jian grunted, the sensation of her hot, clamping walls nearly sending him over the edge right then and there. “So damn tight for a woman your age.”

He began to pound into her. It wasn’t lovemaking. It was a drilling. A relentless, punishing rhythm that shook her entire body.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The wet sounds of his pelvis crashing against her buttocks echoed loudly around the enclosed courtyard, mixing with the splashing of the water.

He fucked her hard against the wall, using the stone as an anvil and his body as the hammer. Lianhua was helpless, pinned, her toes curling on the pond floor as she tried to find traction. Her large, heavy breasts swayed wildly with every impact, swinging back and forth, grazing painfully but erotically against the rough stone wall with every thrust.

Wang Jian reached around her body. His hands were large, calloused, demanding. He grabbed those massive breasts, hauling them back away from the wall so he could get a better grip.

“Look at these,” he growled, kneading the soft, heavy flesh like dough. He loved how they filled his hands to overflowing, how heavy and substantial they felt. They were worlds apart from the perky, youthful breasts of the younger disciples. These were womanly. Mature. Fertile.

He squeezed them hard, his thumbs digging into the sides, forcing them together.

“Better than Ruyan’s, aren’t they?” he whispered cruelly into her ear, biting the sensitive lobe. “Thicker. Softer. Heavier. A real woman, not a little girl.”

Lianhua squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out to mix with the pond water on her face. “Please…” she sobbed softly. “Don’t… don’t compare…”

“Why not?” he sneered, thrusting harder, deeper, hitting her cervix with a force that made her see stars. “You’re taking the cock she wanted, aren’t you? You’re taking it because you think you’re protecting her. So take it! Take it all, you cow!”

He used her fear for Ruyan like a weapon, using it to debase her further, to strip away her dignity layer by layer until only the slut remained.

He spun her around again, lifting her effortlessly out of the water. He pinned her back against the wall, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist to keep from falling.

In this position, gravity worked with him. He could go even deeper. He impaled her, driving upward, burying his nose in her neck as he inhaled her scent—fear, arousal, and the floral soap Ruyan had probably used.

He watched her face. It was contorted, a mask of conflict. Her brow was furrowed in distress, her lips bitten raw, but her eyes… her eyes were glazed, losing focus, rolling back slightly.

She hated this. She hated him. She hated herself. But her body… her traitorous, cultivation-refined body was betraying her again. The sheer physical sensation, the fullness, the friction of his massive shaft rubbing against her most sensitive spots… it was overwhelming her rational mind. Her hips began to move on their own, meeting his thrusts, grinding down on him.

“Someone… someone might hear…” she moaned, a sudden spike of terror cutting through the haze of lust. “Ruyan… she might come back…”

“Then keep quiet,” Wang Jian growled. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a rough, bruising kiss, stifling her moans with his tongue, biting her lower lip until he tasted copper. “If you don’t want her to hear you getting fucked by her ’Senior Brother’, then you better bite your tongue and take it silently.”

The threat worked. She bit down on his shoulder to stifle a scream as he picked up the pace.

He drove her to the edge. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering, clamping down on him in spasms. He pounded into her, harder, faster, relentless.

“Cum for me,” he ordered against her lips. “Cum for your master.”

She shook her head frantically, trying to deny him, trying to deny herself, but it was useless. With a muffled shriek against his shoulder, she shattered. She climaxed violently against the wall, her body spasming in his arms, her inner walls milking him with a strength that nearly broke him.

He roared into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her unraveling completely in his grip.

But he didn’t release. Not yet.

He waited until her spasms subsided, until she went limp in his arms, panting and broken. Then he pulled out with a wet pop, letting her legs drop.

She slid down the wall, trembling and unsupported, until she hit the shallow water, her knees buckling. She looked up at him, water dripping from her hair, her eyes pleading for mercy, for rest.

Wang Jian looked down at his still-raging erection. He smirked.

“Not done yet,” he said simply.

He reached down, grabbed a handful of her wet hair, and began to pull her towards the center of the pond.

“Let’s see how you swim.”

He dragged her into the deeper water, where it came up to his chest. The warmth enveloped them, the steam rising around them like a misty curtain. The buoyancy of the water took the weight off her exhausted legs, making her massive body feel lighter, easier to manipulate.

“Float,” he commanded.

Lianhua obeyed, too weak to resist. She lay back, the water supporting her. Wang Jian placed one arm under the small of her back to keep her steady.

It was a surreal, erotic sight. Her white skin gleamed under the water. Her dark hair fanned out like a halo. But the most arresting sight was her breasts.

Freed from gravity by the water, her massive breasts floated on the surface like two pale, beautiful islands. They bobbed gently with the ripples of the water, their dark pink nipples breaking the surface like peaks.

Wang Jian spent minutes just playing with them. He pushed them together, watching the cleavage deepen. He pressed them down, watching them pop back up. He leaned down and motorboated them right there in the water, making wet, gurgling noises as he buried his face in the soft, wet flesh, blowing bubbles against her skin.

“Mmmph… Wang Jian…” she whimpered, floating helplessly, her body drifting at his whim.

While he played with her chest, his other hand went underwater. He explored her lower body, his fingers finding her swollen, gaping pussy. He slid two fingers inside, then three, stretching her, keeping her open and ready. He found her clit, rubbing it with a relentless rhythm underwater.

“Please…” she gasped, water splashing into her mouth. “It’s too much…”

“It’s never enough,” he muttered.

He pulled her upright, the water cascading off her body. He wrapped her legs around his waist again, effortlessly supporting her in the deep water.

He entered her again. The sensation was different this time. The warm water swirled around their joined bodies, rushing into the spaces between them, adding a strange, slick, frictionless sensation to the fucking. It felt incredibly intimate, as if they were sharing the same fluid.

He fucked her slowly, deeply, letting the water do some of the work, enjoying the weightlessness.

Then, his eyes landed on the large, flat ornamental rock at the edge of the pond—the same one she had hidden behind earlier.

“Over there,” he said, moving towards it, still inside her, walking awkwardly through the resistance of the water.

He reached the rock and withdrew, pushing her onto it. The rock was smooth, wet, and slightly warm from the sun.

“Face down,” he ordered. “Ass up.”

Lianhua crawled onto the rock, sobbing softly. She assumed the position, kneeling on the hard stone, her elbows resting on the surface, her ass raised high in the air like an offering to the gods of lust.

It was a humiliating, animalistic pose for a Sect Mistress. She felt like livestock.

Wang Jian stood in the water behind her, the water level perfect for this. He took a moment just to admire the view. Her wide, child-bearing hips, the round, perfect curve of her buttocks, the way the water streamed down her thighs and dripped from her sex.

It was a masterpiece of flesh.

SMACK!

He hit her ass again, hard, leaving a bright red handprint that contrasted sharply with her pale skin.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

He entered her from behind again, harder this time, using the rock for leverage. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto him with every thrust.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Her breasts swung freely beneath her, heavy and unsupported, slapping against the wet stone surface with a wet thwack every time he drove into her. The sound was lewd, rhythmic.

“Look back at me,” he commanded, his voice tight with strain.

She hesitated.

He grabbed a handful of her wet hair and yanked her head back and to the side. “Look at me!”

She turned her head, her hair plastered to her face in wet strands, her eyes hazy with a mix of lust, shame, and exhaustion. She looked broken. Beautifully broken.

He wanted her to see him conquering her. He wanted her to see the look on his face as he used her.

“Tell me,” he demanded, slowing his thrusts to a torturous, grinding crawl that rubbed every inch of her insides. “Tell me who you belong to.”

She bit her lip, trying to hold onto the last shred of her dignity.

He slammed into her, hard, hitting her cervix. “Tell me!”

“You…” she sobbed, unable to resist the pleasure he was forcing on her, unable to deny the reality of her situation. “I… I belong to you…”

“That’s right,” he growled. “You’re mine. My bitch. My release.”

He pounded her into another screaming orgasm on that rock, her body shaking so hard her knees slipped on the wet stone, and she almost slid into the water. He had to hold her hips to keep her in place as she convulsed around him.

But he still wasn’t done. His stamina, fed by the Yin essence he was absorbing from her, was limitless.

He pulled out, leaving her gasping on the rock. He picked her up, lifting her into his arms like a bride, but with none of the reverence.

“Wrap your legs,” he ordered.

She did, weakly. He lined himself up and impaled her again, holding her suspended in his arms.

“We’re moving,” he said.

He began to walk out of the pond, carrying her heavy, wet body. With every step he took, he bounced her slightly, thrusting upward into her. She gasped with every jolt, her inner muscles squeezing him reflexively.

He carried her out of the water, towards the soft, grassy verge of the courtyard garden.

He threw her onto the soft spirit grass. She landed with a soft thud, sprawled out, exhausted, panting, unable to move a muscle. The sun was fully up now, shining down on her naked, used form.

Wang Jian lay down on his back next to her. He looked at her, then pointed to his erection, which stood tall and demanding against his stomach.

“Get on,” he said. “Cowgirl. You do the work now. Ride me. Show me how a Sect Mistress takes control.”

Lianhua looked at him with pleading eyes. “I… I can’t… my legs…”

“You can,” he said simply. “Or I call Ruyan.”

The threat worked, as it always did. With a groan of effort, she crawled over him. She straddled his hips, taking his thick shaft in her hand and guiding it to her entrance. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch until she was seated firmly in his lap.

“Move,” he commanded.

She began to move. Up and down. Slowly at first, then finding a rhythm.

It was a humiliating compliance. She was forced to ride him, her massive breasts bouncing wildly with her movements. They slapped against his chest with a soft, heavy impact every time she leaned forward.

Wang Jian just lay back, hands behind his head, and enjoyed the view. It was spectacular. The sun gleaming on her wet skin, her hair a dark curtain around her face, those massive tits bouncing right in front of his face.

He reached up, his hands playing with them. He pinched her nipples, twisted them, guided her hips with his hands to hit the spots he liked best.

“Faster,” he ordered. “Bounce on it.”

She tried to maintain some dignity, to keep her face impassive, but the sensation of being completely filled by him while she controlled the depth and speed was too much. It hit a spot deep inside her.

She started moving faster, harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She threw her head back, moaning, lost in her own pleasure. She forgot where she was, forgot who she was. She was just a woman needing release.

Wang Jian watched her face transform into a mask of pure lust. ’That’s it,’ he thought. ’Lose yourself.’

But he got tired of waiting. He grabbed her hips, flipping their positions in a blur of motion so he was on top again, pinning her back into the soft grass.

“My turn,” he growled.

He fucked her with brutal, final intensity. His movements blurred. He drove into her with everything he had, intent on finishing her off, intent on planting his seed so deep it would never leave.

“Yes… yes… oh gods!” she screamed, clutching at the grass, tearing it up by the roots.

He finally allowed himself to finish. His release triggered hers one last time, a massive, shattering orgasm that left them both crying out. He filled her womb with a massive amount of essence, marking her again, reclaiming her.

They collapsed, lying there panting in the sun, sweat and water drying on their skin. Lianhua was completely broken, physically and emotionally drained, staring up at the sky with empty eyes.

Suddenly, Wang Jian sat up, his head cocking to the side.

“She’s back,” he announced, his voice sharp. “Ruyan is returning.”

Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through Lianhua’s exhaustion. “What?!”

She tried to scramble up, terrified of being caught like this—covered in fluids, naked on the grass, looking like a ravished whore.

“No time to get back to the room,” Wang Jian said calmly, standing up and looking towards the gate. “Back behind the rock. Hurry.”

“But… I can’t…”

“Move!” he barked.

Utterly humiliated, sore, her legs shaking, and dripping with his seed, the Sect Mistress was forced to scramble back into the pond. She waded frantically through the water, ducking down behind the same large ornamental rock she had hidden behind earlier.

Just as the latch on the courtyard gate began to lift, Wang Jian slapped another “Shadow-Veil Concealment Talisman” on the rock.

The shimmering veil settled into place just as the gate creaked open.

Wang Jian sat by the edge of the pond, splashing water on his face, looking casual, refreshed, and perfectly innocent. He washed the evidence of their coupling from his body, waiting for his other pawn to arrive for the next act of their twisted play.

Inside, he was laughing. It was perfect.

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