Clara's shy moans filled the large room. She was a mere foundation stage expert being ravaged by a man with the body of a saint, it was no wonder she felt like she was just along for the ride. However, there was no barriers left in her mind to what was happening, she was happy to cling to Dyon's neck, running her hands through his hair as she enjoyed his lips.
A part of her couldn't believe that there could be any feeling in the world better than this, but the other part was eager for Dyon's cultivation technique to run its course.
However, that was when Clara began being filled with another feeling entirely.
The first time Dyon and Clara had sex, it wasn't dual cultivating in the strictest sense. Without the active participation of both parties, such a thing was impossible. But now? Everything was different…
