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Not satisfied, I flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind again, slamming deep into her still-leaking pussy. Her firm ass with its faint red dragon scales bounced against my hips with every powerful thrust. I reached forward to squeeze her hanging breasts, pinching the sensitive pink nipples hard while pounding her relentlessly. Her tight, cool walls clenched and fluttered around me as another orgasm ripped through her, milking me until I exploded once more, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb until her belly visibly swelled again and excess semen squirted out around my shaft in messy streams.
Later, I pulled her on top of me in reverse cowgirl, watching her silver hair sway as she rode me with increasing desperation. Her pink nipples bounced hypnotically while her stretched pink pussy swallowed my cock over and over, creamy remnants of previous loads dripping down my balls. I gripped her hips and thrust upward hard, filling her with yet another heavy creampie that overflowed immediately, running down her thighs in thick white rivers.
By the time we collapsed, the room was a mess of melting ice, sweat, and puddles of mixed fluids. Jingliu lay limp and trembling in my arms, her once-ice-cold body now flushed and covered in our combined mess.
After the ultimate pleasure came a brief, hollow void, as if my very soul had been drained.
Jingliu slumped weakly on top of me, gasping for air. Her crimson eyes, usually shrouded in frost, had lost their focus and were misty over.
Sweat soaked her silver hair, which clung to her smooth forehead and cheeks, revealing a breathtaking, fragile vulnerability.
Perhaps due to the momentary lapse in concentration caused by the climax, the terrifying power she had maintained, freezing the entire room, seemed to weaken for a fleeting moment.
I heard faint crackling sounds from the surroundings as the hard ice covering the walls and furniture began to melt and peel away at a visible rate. Water droplets slid down the ice and dripped onto the carpet with tiny sounds.
The temperature in the room began to rise slowly.
Taking advantage of her temporary weakness, I gently and carefully withdrew from her still tight and warm body.
As I left, a thick fluid—a mixture of my hot essence, the crimson blood symbolizing her first time, and the copious fluids her body had secreted during her climax—uncontrollably squeezed and flowed out from that mysterious valley between her legs.
Her vagina, still throbbing with pleasure from the recent union, couldn't fully close yet. The slightly everted, pink inner walls, soaked in fluid, appeared exceptionally vibrant, and the constant contractions expelled even more liquid.
This sight... a mixture of proof of purity and ultimate indulgence, carried a chaotic yet breathtaking beauty.
I stared, mesmerized, at the trail of red and white streaks winding down the inside of her snow-white thighs. I couldn't resist gently pulling her soft body into my arms, lowering my head to admire this unique proof of my victory over the iceberg.
However, this tender moment didn't last long.
Jingliu's recovery ability far exceeded my expectations.
After only a few moments of catching her breath, the haze in her eyes quickly faded, replaced once again by that familiar coldness and sharpness.
She gently pushed me away, sat up straight, and began to carefully examine herself.
She closed her eyes, seemingly introspectively sensing the changes within her body, or perhaps examining the flow of some kind of energy.
A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes.
In those crimson eyes, there was no joy, no change—only… a cold blanket of disappointment and an even more chilling piercing cold that followed!
The result... nothing changed!
She failed.
Her attempt, which she risked everything, even her virginity, brought no change; it failed to shake the entangled, clinging demonic nature within her.
The next second, her piercing gaze, like two icy swords, stabbed fiercely at me!
"..."
"..."
She didn't speak, but the disappointment, anger, and almost palpable murderous intent in her eyes made the air in the entire room feel frozen once again!
The temperature, which had just risen, suddenly plummeted; I felt as if my very blood was freezing!
Done! It's over!
Alarms blared in my head! Her attempt failed, and now she's taking her anger out on me?! With her power, killing me would be as easy as flipping a hand! My life is in danger!
My first instinct was to back away, to explain, but my body was immobilized by her terrifying aura. I could only watch helplessly as the coldness in her eyes intensified, as if she were about to strike.
Just as the tension was reaching a breaking point and a crisis was about to erupt, a crisp voice, like a clear spring, poured into the frozen bedroom, temporarily easing the suffocating pressure.
"Master Jingliu, please don't be in a hurry."
The door was slowly pulled open, and Lingsha appeared in the doorway.
Her face held the serenity and tenderness characteristic of early morning, seemingly oblivious to the extremely tense atmosphere inside the room.
Like a peace messenger who had strayed onto a battlefield, she broke the icy stalemate with her unique Eastern charm.
Jingliu's piercing gaze shifted from me to Lingsha at the door. Her eyes still held a cold scrutiny, but the murderous intent that was almost overflowing had subsided considerably.
"Master Jingliu, please hear me out."
Lingsha ignored the tense atmosphere in the room and seemed oblivious to Jingliu's cold gaze. Her tone was calm and gentle, as if she were recounting the most ordinary matter.
She moved with light, graceful steps into the bedroom, her bare feet treading lightly on the cold floor. Each step was like a gentle breeze, carrying a reassuring rhythm.
She walked up to Jingliu, bowed slightly in respect, and continued:
"Three months."
Lingsha held up three slender fingers and gently waved them in front of Jingliu's eyes, her voice certain:
"Lingsha and the Trailblazer... spent a full three months together... before barely crossing the threshold... and catching a glimpse into the mysteries of shifting paths."
Her words were slow and clear; each word was like a gem, carrying a convincing power.