Her eyes fell upon a cucumber, a mundane object transformed into a symbol of desire. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she picked it up, her fingers tracing its length. She brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste its cool, smooth skin. She sucked on it, her mouth working it like a lover's, her saliva coating its surface.
As she played with the cucumber, she couldn't help but think of a real cock, hard and throbbing. She imagined the sensation of it sliding into her, filling her up, making her whole body quiver with pleasure.
She pressed the tip of the cucumber against her nipples, a shiver running through her body. The sensation was electric, arousing her to new heights.
She began to rub it in circles, her movements slow and deliberate at first, then growing faster and more urgent."Oh, God, yes," she moaned, her voice a low, throaty growl.
With a low moan, she slid the cucumber between her legs, the tip brushing against her clitoris.
She gently inserted the cucumber into her pussy, feeling the satisfying stretch. "Ouch!" The initial discomfort gave way to intense pleasure.
The sensation sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She pushed it in deeper, her moans growing louder and more intense.
"Fuck me, harder!" she cried out, her voice filled with desperation.
Her movements became more frantic, her hips bucking wildly. The cucumber slid in and out of her, a relentless rhythm that drove her to the brink of madness.
"Ah, fuck, yes! Fuck me like a whore! Harder!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy.
She thrust the cucumber in and out, her movements wild and uncontrolled. Her body arched, her back straining against the floor mat. She was lost in a world of pleasure, her senses heightened, her mind a blank.
"Harder...faster..." Li panted, her small yet pulpy breasts bouncing with each violent cucumber thrust.
A figure emerged from the shadows, a masked man watching her with a mixture of lust and fascination. He was aroused, his cock hard and throbbing. He couldn't resist any longer. As he watched from the window, his breathing quickening. He moved towards her, his hand reaching out to touch her.
Just then he tries to bring himself back to his senses.
"No...not now," he whispered, controlling his arousal.
Li's cries grew louder, her body trembling. "Ahhhh...ahmmm...yes!"
The masked figure stepped inside, his eyes locked onto Li's ecstatic face.
Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped forward. She didn't flinch, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Please, help me," she begged, her voice a mere whisper. "Fuck me, once in my life. I'll do anything."She continued to thrust the cucumber, oblivious to his presence. Her body was a vessel of pure desire, her moans a symphony of pleasure. The sheets were soaked with her juices, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure.
She didn't even get a hint of shame kept the pussy wide open while juices dripping down flooding the sheets as she continued the violent thrusts of cucumber in front of him as she was high with the yang energy.
"Stop!" he commanded, rushing toward her.
Li's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flushing. The stranger grasped her wrists, pinning her to the floor.
"Let go!" Li struggled.
"Who are you?" she whispered, half-surprised, half-defiant, her voice a soft challenge.
The stranger's gaze lingered on her soft breasts before meeting her eyes. "I came to help you," he murmured, his voice low, barely more than a breath. He seemed to understand her state, perhaps even the root of her discomfort. "Your yang energy… it needs a release, or it will overwhelm you."
She felt herself flush, her mind racing. He had sensed her energy, the heat that surged within her.
"Oh, I love your cock," she moaned, though the cucumber was the only thing she could feel. "I would love to see the way you fuck me."Her body convulsed, her orgasm building to a fever pitch. She pulled the man closer, her fingers digging into his flesh. But just as he was about to join her,The man reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin. She shuddered, her body arching in response. With a swift motion, he placed his fingers on her navel, a gesture that instantly halted her orgasm.The energy that had coursed through her body began to dissipate, leaving her weak and breathless. The cucumber slipped from her grasp, and she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied."Oh…" Her voice was a whisper as his fingers barely brushed her skin, but then she heard a sound outside the room—someone approaching.
Without hesitation, Xian'er waved her hand, summoning her powers, and her robes instantly wrapped back around her.
The masked man watched her, a strange expression on his face. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone with her thoughts."Miss Xian'er," the woman's voice called gently. "Your grandfather has summoned you to the main hall."
Xian'er nodded, swallowing, and tried to steady her breathing as the housekeeper left, oblivious to what had just transpired. The door closed, leaving her alone with her own unsettled thoughts.
She exhaled deeply, feeling a strange calm wash over her. The sensation of energy that had been pooling in her had dissipated, and she was able to think clearly once again. She touched her navel lightly, realizing the masked man had managed to channel her energy with that single touch—without her even noticing his movements.
"Who was he?" she murmured to herself, touching the spot where he'd made contact. The faint warmth of his presence lingered, leaving her with a sense of mystery.
But there was no time to dwell on it. Her grandfather had requested her presence. Taking a calming breath, she left the chamber, wondering if she would ever see the masked man again. Or if his arrival was merely the beginning of something she couldn't yet understand.
In the grand hall, her grandfather waited with a solemn expression. Around him were the elders of various families, all dressed in formal attire, speaking in hushed tones. As she entered, silence fell, and they all turned to look at her, as though she was a rare gem they had yet to fully evaluate.
"Li Xian'er," her grandfather announced, his voice echoing through the room. "You have reached the age and rank worthy of consideration by these respected families. They bring with them proposals... the possibility of unions to strengthen our lineage."
Xian'er's heart sank, realizing what this meant. As he gestured to the elders, each one stepped forward, presenting a scroll that bore the name of a young man from their family—a suitor. She eyed the scrolls with trepidation, watching as her grandfather accepted each one, stacking them high.
"Each family wishes to bind their lineage to ours through marriage," he explained, his voice even and clear. "This is an honor and a duty, one that we cannot take lightly."
One proposal became two, then five, and by the time she counted, there were already fifteen scrolls lying before her.
"Fifteen…" she murmured under her breath, a strange dread building within her. All her life, she had trained, cultivated her abilities, and built her strength. Yet now, all of that effort seemed insignificant compared to the expectations these families placed on her. They saw her as nothing more than a means to an alliance.
Her grandfather spoke again, his words cutting through her thoughts, "It is time you fulfill the promise of our family."
The weight of her fate pressed on her shoulders as she glanced over the scrolls. The elders left, satisfied, and her grandfather nodded, leaving her with only her thoughts.
Yet her mind drifted, not to the duty that awaited her, but to the memory of the masked man's touch, the way he'd somehow soothed her energy with only a brief moment of contact.
A shadow passed by the window, just for an instant—a flicker of movement that caught her attention.
"Could it be…?" she whispered, feeling a sudden thrill as she glanced toward the window. But there was nothing. The moment had passed.
Yet, in her heart, she felt something new—a spark of rebellion, a hint of defiance against the life laid out before her. For the first time, Li Xian'er wondered if there might be another path for her, one beyond the expectations and constraints of the family… one where her heart and her destiny could be her own.