Xianxia: The Sect Master Is My Girlfriend

“A—a pink dudou?!”

Leng Wuyan stammered, “Are–are you sure Li Ran likes this kind of thing?”

Even though she’d already spent their wedding night together, a girl’s intimate clothing seemed a bit too embarrassing!

Could it be that Li Ran had a strange habit of cross-dressing?

Leng Wuyan imagined him wearing a dudou and couldn’t help but shiver, goosebumps appearing all over her skin.

Ah Qin nodded seriously, “This servant is sure.”

Then she added, “To be precise, he likes seeing others wear pink dudous.”

She recalled the day the Holy Son returned to the sect and gifted her a large pile of clothes. Among them was a pink dudou.

When she put it on, the Holy Son’s expression became somewhat strange.

A bit shy, a bit speechless, but mostly excited!

She had never seen the Holy Son with such a look on his face.

He said it was too embarrassing, but his eyes were wide open, and… his big “sword” became even thicker, nearly breaking her!

From this, Ah Qin concluded:

The Holy Son likes to see others in pink dudous.

So when Leng Wuyan asked her about an “intimate gift,” that was the first thing that popped into her mind.

“So he likes seeing others wear it, huh? You scared me for a moment,” Leng Wuyan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he wasn’t into cross-dressing.

But soon, she began to feel troubled again.

There’s no way she could actually wear a dudou for Li Ran to see, right?

That would be far too embarrassing!

Leng Wuyan bit her lip, her eyes misty, lost in thought.

At that moment, Ah Qin asked cautiously, “Sect Master Leng, if there’s nothing else, may this servant leave?”

Leng Wuyan snapped out of it and nodded, “Yes, you may go.”

“This servant takes her leave.”

Ah Qin bowed and turned to leave.

“Wait a moment.”

Leng Wuyan called her back, instructing, “Don’t mention today’s conversation to the Holy Son.”

“Uh…”

Ah Qin hesitated a little.

She didn’t want to lie to Li Ran.

Seeing this, Leng Wuyan threatened, “If you tell him, I’ll send you down the mountain, and you’ll never be able to serve him again.”

Startled, Ah Qin quickly nodded, “Rest assured, Sect Master, I won’t say a word.”

“Good, you may go.”

Leng Wuyan nodded in satisfaction.

She hadn’t made up her mind about this matter yet, so Li Ran must not find out in advance.

She leaned back in her phoenix chair, her eyes wandering, her pretty face flushing slightly.

“That wicked disciple, liking such strange things…”

…

The Frostfall Festival arrived.

The sect was filled with a strong festive atmosphere, as the disciples enjoyed one of their rare days off during the year.

Some were playing around in the Dao Field, others were dancing on the martial platform; the entire sect was brimming with joy.

Many people were also preparing performances for the evening event.

The Frostfall Festival Spring Show.

This was a traditional event at the Hidden Gauze Sect.

In the mundane world, such spring shows originally existed as sacrificial ceremonies.

Commoners would slaughter pigs and sheep, offering them to the heavens and their ancestors, praying for favorable weather in the coming year.

But for a sect, cultivation itself was a contest against the heavens, striving for even a sliver of celestial fortune, so there was no need to pray to the heavens.

Over time, it evolved into various performances and shows.

To sum it up, it was essentially a performance report by the disciples, not much different from a gala event.

Despite the laughter and joy outside, Li Ran ignored it all, spending his days holed up in his study, tinkering with something.

Bang!

A flash of light appeared.

Li Ran’s face lit up with joy. “Finally, it’s done!”

After over ten days of tweaking and testing, he had finally achieved the effect he wanted.

‘Now, I just have to wait for my date with Master tonight,’ he thought happily.

Knock, knock, knock

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

Li Ran opened the door and saw Lu Xinran standing outside, sweetly saying, “Holy Son—”

Bang!

Li Ran immediately shut the door in her face.

“The Holy Son isn’t in.”

“……”

Knock, knock, knock…

The knocking continued persistently.

After a stick of incense time, Li Ran numbly opened the door, “What do you want?”

Lu Xinran smiled, “Holy Son, tonight is the Frostfall Festival Spring Show! I have a gift for you!”

“Not interested.”

Li Ran shook his head.

“Don’t be so hasty, Holy Son. At least take a look at my gift, okay?” As she spoke, Lu Xinran quickly slipped into the room, afraid she’d be shut out again.

As Lu Xinran entered, Li Ran finally noticed her attire.

Lu Xinran arched her neck back, letting out moans that seemed to melt bone and steel, her tightly curved and toned cunt clamping down around Li Ran’s cock.

The warm, wet cavern squeezing the girth of his shaft until it conformed perfectly to the shape of her pussy, the tender flesh lining the hole providing boundless pleasure for Li Ran cock.

Not to mention those countless tiny protrusions within Lu Xinran’s hole, which, coupled with her incredibly tight hole, caused Li Ran to release a thick load into her tight pussy mere moments after entering.

Li Ran was no ordinary man; even after releasing once, his cock remained hard, and Lu Xinran’s body grew two sizes larger, so much so that one could see the shape of Li Ran’s cock through her flat belly.

Lu Xinran wrapped her legs around Li Ran’s waist, her delicate feet gently swaying with each thrust as her beautiful face rolled back, pink tongue half exposed, and if anyone from earth were to see her face, they would recognize that it’s the ahegao face.

But Lu Xinran hole refused to relax, gripping tightly onto Li Ran’s cock like a long python swallowing its prey whole, sucking and wriggling around it.

The inner walls of her hole were lined with countless folds that curved inward, layer upon layer of them providing extra resistance when Li Ran pulled out while also stimulating the sensitive underside of his foreskin, which only continued to grow more engorged with every passing moment from the stimulation of their fluids. These interlocking folds gave his cock a 360-degree massage with every stroke.

“Ah, you little slut!” Li Ran’s eyes reddened, unable to suppress his bestial instincts any longer.

…

Lu Xinran’s legs were still spread when she left Li Ran’s residence, her belly bulging from the fluids inside, looking like a pregnant woman as she walked, with tender pink lips and delicate openings dripping white fluid and wetness from beneath her skirt.

…

Li Ran lay on the bed, a wicked grin crossing his face as he savored the memory of their time together.

Before long, there was another knock at the door.

Li Ran muttered to himself, “Is that little girl back already? Didn’t I give her enough?”

“Lu Xinran, do you want me to tie you up this time?”

He swung open the door, only to be stunned by the sight of Leng Wuyan standing there, staring at him with an odd expression.

“What about Lu Xinran?”

Li Ran scratched his head awkwardly, breaking into a cold sweat. “Nothing, she was just pestering me about the event for the past few days.”

“Oh.” Leng Wuyan nodded but didn’t press further.

Li Ran felt strange, but before he could speak, she said softly, “Why haven’t you come to see me these past few days?”

Her eyes were filled with grievance, her voice tinged with sadness. She had already given herself to him…

Li Ran’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly said, “Master, I’ve recently made a breakthrough, but my foundation felt unstable, so I’ve been focusing on my cultivation.”

“Unstable foundation?”

Leng Wuyan gave him a side glance.

His spiritual energy had already formed a lake; there was likely no other Nascent Soul cultivator as solid as him.

Liar…

She huffed softly, “I’ve never seen you so dedicated to cultivating before… Do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to?”

Li Ran froze.

No way, did she already find out about the surprise?

“Master, I really—”

“Enough.”

Leng Wuyan took out a small pink gift box, blushing as she handed it to him.

“Here.”

Li Ran scratched his head, “Master, what’s this?”

Leng Wuyan murmured, “This is a New Year’s gift for you. I’m a bit late in giving it, so… don’t be mad.”

“A New Year’s gift?”

Li Ran quickly accepted it, smiling brightly. “Thank you, Master! I love it!”

Leng Wuyan rolled her eyes playfully, “You haven’t even opened it yet, how do you know you’ll like it?”

Li Ran chuckled, “As long as it’s from you, Master, I’ll like anything!”

“You fool…”

Leng Wuyan’s lips curved into a smile, her mood lifting.

“But what’s inside? I really am a bit curious…”

Just as Li Ran was about to open the box, he heard a sudden shout.

“Wait!”