The evening air in the mountain retreat carries a chill that makes my nipples pebble beneath my thin robe. I shiver, but not from cold alone. The memory of last night's activities still lingers between my thighs - the feel of Linghu Mao's tongue working tirelessly until I thought I would die from pleasure, the way he drank every drop I gave him before moving to feast between my legs.

A soft rustle behind me makes me turn, heartbeat quickening. There he stands at the entrance to my chamber, the仙人 (immortal) himself, his eyes dark with the same hunger that kept me awake all night. "Did my little亲王 (prince) sleep well after our lessons yesterday?" he asks, his voice deceptively gentle.

I can feel my face flush as my body betrays me, my pussy already beginning to drip at the mere sound of his voice. "I... I slept adequately," I lie, unable to meet his gaze.

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming as he places a hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Adequately?" He tsks softly. "I think we need to improve upon that. Your body remembers even if your mind tries to forget." His other hand drifts down to cup my breast through my robe, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardens against the fabric. "Feel that? Already begging for attention."

I whimper, pressing my thighs together in a vain attempt to ease the growing ache between them. "仙师 (Master Immortal)..." My voice comes out as a breathless plea.

He smiles, knowing exactly how to unravel me with a single touch. "Tell me what you want, little one. Tell me how you need to be pleasured today."

My mind races with possibilities, my body already responding to the memory of his skilled tongue, his fingers, his cock filling me completely. But before I can answer, there's another sound from the doorway - a throat cleared deliberately, announcing another presence. Linghu Mao doesn't look surprised, merely raises an eyebrow as张辽 (Zhang Liao) steps into the room, his warrior's gaze fixed hungrily on me.