A ripple passed through their bodies, slow and liquid, like warm wine spilling beneath the skin.
That sensation then travelled up their tender spines.
Their lashes fluttered.
Mijin, the cuter girl of the sisters, shifted her weight, suddenly aware of how the fabric of her clothes clung to the curve of her hip.
Yaohu looked at her with interest.
She was a young woman with long, flowing white hair that shimmered like moonlight, framing a soft, oval face with large, almond-shaped eyes that conveyed a gentle yet slightly vacant expression.
Mirin, her sister, had the same face but a more studious vibe.
A faint tremble—barely there—kissed the corner of both their lips.
And then, rising gently, almost shyly, came the blush: not from shame, but from a sensation they couldn't name, only feel, blooming hot and tender across their cheeks.
"W-what is going on?"
But before they could make sense of the sensation, Yaohu moved to stand between them.
His arms naturally wrapped around their snake-thin waists.
Touch of Pleasure!
They both arched into his touch with an uncontrollable moan.
Nggh~
"Hmm…!" Mijin bit her lips.
"Brazen!" Mirin said, leaning into his touch as well. "This is–this is shameless!"
Their hands clutched the hem of their robe, wringing the fabric until it bit into their palm. Not far from stillness, their spine arched, a slow, involuntary curve, like a reed caught between wind and restraint.
His hand cleverly caressed their waists and moved around to their belly buttons.
They both stood in place, gulping softly.
He stopped.
They both took a deep breath.
They did not move away.
Both pairs of eyes looked up at him, nearly… begging for more.
His hand slowly went down the hem of their form-fitting garment. Below the belly button, he circled his fingers around the sacred spot.
They both remained stock still.
He caressed the spot through the clothes.
They took deep breaths, both arching their faces at his neck.
He smelled so good.
He moved so well.
One of his fingers pierced their pants.
They were wet. Tight.
Hmm!!
They leaned into him.
Both of the sisters were so identical and pretty, it was enough to light a fire in any man's soul.
….
"No… right there ~! Hngghhh!"
"Anh~ Mijin, it's my chance!"
"Anh…Don't stop… just don't stop!"
"Yes, more!"
"Mhm!"
"Don't pull my hair, please!"
"Ahn, his hand feels so good sis!"
…
In less than ten minutes, muffled protests had melted into breathless gasps, their bodies betraying them with heat that soaked through their silky clothes. Now, they were sprawled on the floor on their bellies, their white buttox facing Yaohu.
Their pants had long been discarded.
His hands moved with the slow precision of a master—pressing, circling, coaxing shivers from flesh that no longer knew defiance.
He then retracted his hands and stood up to stare down at them.
They were a mess, lying in a pool of their own lustful sin, breathing heavily.
"Yao–Yaohu, don't stop…" Mijin asked.
Mirin looked at him beggingly as well. "Con–Continue?"
Their voices were both authoritative, confused, and begging.
Yet, Yaohu only caressed their cheeks. Then, he gently moved their gaze downwards from his face. They looked down like obedient kittens.
Their attention drifted toward the large bulge within his pants, and their throats bobbed with gulps.
"I don't like my enemies, and I will not give this to them. Are you my enemies?"
They gulped harder. Shook their heads.
"Then you can have it!"
They couldn't think straight anymore—desire had burned its way through reason, leaving only heat and want. Their bodies were flushed, skin slick, pulses racing. With shaky hands and lips parted from ragged breath, they crawled forward, drawn to him like it was the only thing that mattered.
Reaching his legs, they wrapped their arms around his thigh, holding tight like they might fall without him. Their eyes dropped, settling on the bulge in his pants, and stayed there—hungry, wide, almost desperate. Nothing else existed in that moment but need.
Mijin looked up cutely. "Plea–please?"
He caressed her white hair.
"How can I refuse a beauty in need?"
Yaohu grinningly rid himself of his pants and released his long sword. It was as strong as a bull, with deep veins all over it.
"...Is that even human?" Mirin reluctantly wrapped her soft hand around it. It was so warm she wanted to wrap it up in her mouth.
Mijin did not think. She acted. She kissed it gently, brought it into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it.
He gulped in pleasure.
Her mouth was so slick.
"How strong!"
He grinned and took it out of Mijin's mouth.
The molten sword was ready for battle, and he wanted to see the studious and upright Mirin conquered.
Yaohu effortlessly changed Mirin's position to make her bubble butt face him again.
"Do you know what we have to do?" he asked.
It didn't take a genius to understand what he wanted, and although Mirin was completely new to all this, she was full of anticipation.
"...I will try."
Looking at her, standing in the doggy position, Yaohu's heart swelled with lust.
He made Mijin, the younger sister, sit on top of her big sister while facing him.
She whispered: "Do it… slowly, don't hurt my sister…"
He kissed the girl's lips while slowly placing his shaft against the soft, maiden flesh of her elder sister.
He gently pushed in. In the meantime, Yaohu nibbled on Mijin's erect nipples while his right hand held her waist and his left teased her sister's ass.
"Ahn…"
Soft moans escaped Mijin's lips as he toyed with her flaming body and caused her juice to overflow on Mirin's back.
One of his fingers moved to play with Mijin's flower.
At the same time, Yaohu slowly pushed into Mirin as well.
"Anghh!"
Mirin clenched her teeth and her legs clamped around Yaohu who relished in the softness of her younger sister's boobs. At the same time, he knew she was reaching her peak.
"Mmmmmmm~~!"
He reached deep into Mirin's insides until his entire cock was inside her.
The younger sister groaned and squirted warm liquid on her sister's back. But he didn't stop.
He leaned backwards, then pushed forward.
Slow, in rhythm, while his entire body became a powerhouse of pleasure. Each touch from him sent tingling through both sisters, his Touch of Pleasure making them forget any pain.
"I can't…!"
Mirin muttered, her face flushed.
Then—she deflated as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Before she knew it, she was squirting just as much as her younger sister. But unlike her younger sister, her own juices had her maiden blood with them.
As she squirted, though, she couldn't help but think that she had seen heaven.
Then, the next thing she knew was her own sister being pushed onto the ground just beside her. Getting impaled by that strong rod, moaning like it was the best thing that had ever happened.
When it was all over, the sisters could only breathe heavily against the steaming rod. They were soaked in each other's juices, their faces and butss whiter than normal after being washed in the man's juices.
They took one final breath full of pleasure, then leaned against his naked chest.
They were both satisfied.
They were both happy.
And they were both regretful that it had ended.
"I love you, Yaohu," MIjin whispered. "You are not allowed to leave me now."
Mirin just snuggled up to his neck and laid blissfully there.
These two sisters were truly special. If they had wanted, they could have used their cultivation energies to easily fight off the intense emotions of pleasure he had infused in them. At least, they could have left with their strength.
Yet, they had not used their powers at all—thus consenting on his actions without a word.
If they had not wanted it, they wouldn't have gotten it.
It was intriguing how willing they were despite being maidens.