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The rain was pouring down in a wall of spiritual energy. The water curtain could hold back demons and immortals alike. But Pei Ming barged in — and then it hit him. This wasn’t just a barrier, it was a warning. The Rain Master wished to see no one?
He really should’ve turned back. Yushi Huang had surely dealt with the demon – there was nothing left for him to do here, but retreating felt too much like running away. The demon had been fleeing from him for years, hiding underground, sending drought and chaos onto Pei Ming’s lands, vanishing without a trace, only to resurface decades later. And now, just as Pei Ming had almost caught him, the demon bolted straight into Yushi’s domain!
Pei Ming wanted at least to see how the Rain Master handled the demon. How dare she steal his rightful prey!
He cast water-repelling spells over himself, dried his soaked clothes, and followed down the path deeper into Yushi Huang’s domain. Though the sunshower and the rising steam were blurring everything beyond a few steps, he knew he wouldn’t lose his way – he could sense a surprisingly strong source of spiritual energy ahead.
Long tree roots writhed beneath his feet, appearing from nowhere and vanishing from view. Soon Pei Ming made his way through a bamboo grove and rice stalks, tall grasses and wildflowers, and stepped into a field drenched in sunlight.
There – barefoot, among the thriving vegetables – Yushi Huang herself was standing. Naked — save for a sheer spider silk underrobe, soaked with the rain. Neither any other piece of clothes, nor even her hat were anywhere in sight.
Oh, she was so breathtakingly beautiful now. Such nice breasts, and her taut nipples lifting the fabric. Water streamed down from her low-tied hair, flowing between breasts and running toward her navel.
What a sweet little belly she had, and such a lovely waist! That softness, those flowing lines — exactly what Pei Ming had always liked best. A beauty untouched by toil or hardship. He’d love to see her from behind — surely her backside would be just as beautiful.
Heavens, he never liked strict, stern women — but attitude was one thing, and she was standing right there, naked. Of course his eyes were fixed on her.
And, of course, he saw everything he needed: her ragged breath, her languid movements, and the way the divine nectar trickled from her onto the soil.
Without thinking, Pei Ming stepped onto the field – and then she turned to him, looking calm and composed. And yet her cheeks were rosier than usual and it took a moment for her gaze to find him. That was how aroused women looked — Pei Ming could tell.
It was as if he’d entered her chambers at the most perfect -- or the worst possible -- moment.
The rain kept pouring. But the thick drops of her divine nectar didn’t mix with it; they shimmered with her spiritual power. Wherever they touched the ground, fresh green sprouts unfurled and spread.
Splash.
The sprouts rose and curled around her ankles,
gently lifting her by the hips and supporting her back, until Yushi Huang floated in the air as if seated on an invisible throne.
Pei Ming had seen many naked women — mortals and goddesses alike, but now Yushi Huang was the embodiment of a fertility goddess’s allure. And when she had finally settled on her throne, one more sprout appeared. Thick and steadfast, it rose upward and slipped between her thighs.
Her eyes widened. Hidden behind the rain, Pei Ming couldn’t see clearly — but he could imagine her wet folds clasping around the shaft. He could imagine that tightness and heat.
“General,” Yushi Huang said, shaking her head. Pei Ming slowly lifted his gaze from between her parted thighs, up past her breasts and neck... He’d never imagined he’d see her naked. Hadn’t really wanted to, to be honest, hadn’t even thought about it. But now? He had no regrets.
Yushi Huang looked at him without a trace of shame.
“The demon of drought is dead, and you’ve crossed the barrier and entered my domain. I invite you to partake in the ritual with me.” And when Pei Ming stepped toward her, she smiled politely. “Come closer — carefully. Don’t step on the garden beds.”
A sprout wound around his ankle and gently pulled him, showing the way. He passed neat rows of cabbages, colossal zucchinis, and swelling daikon radishes. A wave of spiritual force ripped away his clothes and scattered his armor.
The rain washed away his water-repelling spells.
The sprouts lifted Pei Ming and, in the blink of an eye, carried him toward Yushi Huang. It was all strange, still he settled in quite comfortably, like on a swing or in a hammock woven from live writhing vines. Oh so full of life they were. The moment he relaxed, the sprouts slithered across his body. They hugged and caressed him, stroking him like the hands of countless lovers. Slender tendrils circled his nipples, one of the most delicate shoots wrapped itself around one — and stayed like that.
Yushi Huang watched Pei Ming as intently and calmly as ever. Her sheer clothes melted away, leaving them both naked. Lush leaves caressed her breasts like a lover’s hands, rhythmically tightening with even more vigor. The thick sprout pushed inside her, softly but inevitably.
Pei Ming swallowed. Of course he was hard now — but who wouldn’t be? It was nothing to be surprised about and nothing to be ashamed of. Yushi Huang looked at him. She was feasting the sight. And with her solemn nod the vines shifted, wrapped around him and scooped his balls making quite a show.
Yushi Huang's flush deepened, and her thighs shuddered. Had it been another woman, mortal or divine, Pei Ming would have taken that single glance as a command and rushed into action, and no vines or tethers could have held him back. He would have rained kisses over her body, squeezed her breasts, and finally pressed his lips to her thighs. That shameless sprout would not have been a hindrance but another source of pleasure, making her wet and eager to receive him. She would have reached her climax at once, with Pei Ming's very first movement.
But the vines didn’t let him move, and the rain washed away Pei Ming’s sweat and spiritual energy — yet there was no danger in it. Everything sank into the earth and brought it back to life. Between the rows of vegetables, new shoots rose, stretched, thickened, and came alive. From every joint unfurled wide, glistening leaves, and all that greenery reached toward Pei Ming.
The vines wreathed around him and climbed up his torso like a tree trunk until they reached the very top. The bud at the tip opened right in front of his face – the bloom of two tightly pressed, juicy petals, with a taut, wet pearl trembling between them.
The flower gently leaned toward him and brushed against the lips. Pei Min smirked. He had a feeling he knew how to please a flower like this. The moment his tongue slid between the petals, they shuddered and parted slightly. And when he lapped the throbbing pearl, a drop of nectar fell on his tongue. That meant he was doing it right.
It was nice, because he wanted more. He licked the flower, and the thick heady nectar with the rain poured down his chin. He couldn’t keep up with it, but that didn’t matter.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more flowers and leaves upfolding. Sap dripped on his face, his hair, his thighs. The leaves teased his nipples and neck with a tireless, wicked precision. One particularly ravenous flower cradled his balls in its leafy cup, rolling them as if caught in a greedy lover’s mouth.
One broad leaf wrapped around his dick – soft, tender and wet. Pei Ming moaned and thrust his hips into it. But that wasn’t enough – not enough pressure, not enough movement. He wanted more. The leaf tormented him with pleasure, while the pearl under his tongue swelled and trembled.
And – what was that? The sprouts tightened around him and spread his legs apart. A laugh escaped his lips, but was quickly muffled by petals pressing firmly against his face.
He could feel another vine climbing up his leg, settling near his backside — and there was nothing he could do about it. Well. Fine. Why not? That couldn’t be so bad. There should be something to it, right? Hua Cheng and Xie Lian both seemed to be so enthusiastic about it. And Pei Ming had seen those stone poles women sometimes kept for their men… He’d never been curious himself, but if it had come to this – well. Just a stem. Not a man. Just… Yushi Huang’ stem.
Anyway, he was too aroused. The living vines of Yushi Huang and her intent, unwavering stare left him so hot and dizzy, that even the pulsation between his cheeks felt somehow… enticing.
He still tightened himself in the face of unknown pressure and promise of intrusion. His excitement was mixed with curiosity and even something like trepidation he felt before the battle. But he had no place to surrender — the vine was advancing and vibrating, soft but inevitable, like a flower piercing its way through the impenetrable rock.
The flower pushed into his mouth with raw demand. It meant to be distracting, but now the tender pearl grew and felt more like a pistil. He still sucked it, trying to get used to its new shape and size. He decided not to think about what it now looked like.
It was very easy not to think about it. But the very moment he got distracted, the vine pushed itself inside. Pei Ming’s eyes opened wide – and… Yushi Huang was looking at him. At his proud red dick and the stem in his ass. Actually, it seems like there were two stems.
He had nowhere to go. He never shied from women’s gazes, he had a lot to show. And if they so desired, they could always join in. But that was with other women, not Yushi Huang. Her face remained calm, but the stare was a flame, and her breasts jumped with her quick and ragged motions.
The vine inside added strange sensations. It wasn’t pain or pleasure, the vine was just there. It stretched him out, filled him and rubbed inside. Out of sheer curiosity Pei Ming tightened his inner muscles and Yushi Huang gasped and shuddered on her sprout, while it shot a new vine. The wet flower hugged and sucked on her pearl.
There was one more flower – and it wrapped the tip of Pei Ming’s dick, while two vines inside him – oh, there were two now – intervened and started to move like a very feelable and chiseled one. They found a strange place in his body and started to strike it with every move. Pein Ming tightened even though he didn’t want to, and moaned following their rhythm. The wave of pleasure overflowed him and he clenched his fists, willingly, greedily drowning in the sea of sensation. All he could do now was to lick between the petals and suck the pistil.
The flower in his mouth was leaking. And suddenly it shuddered and splashed sap. Pei Ming didn’t stop. His mouth was numb, as well as his lips and tongue, but how could he stop? This nectar tasted like Yushi Huang.
The wet leaf wrapped around him pulsed tightly, and the vines stirred inside him, their movements growing faster like in a rush for the culmination. Pei Ming could only give in, caught between exhaustion and wonder. He couldn’t do anything, and when they leaked in him, Pein Ming’s seed, full of spiritual power, washed over the field.
While he came back to himself, the sprouts slipped gently from his body lowering him onto the soft ground. Warm rain fell, teasing his flushed skin and the loss of qi made him feel light-headed. He didn’t want to move at all.
Yushi Huang appeared beside him without a sound. She looked calm and composed as always – as if nothing had happened. But when Pei Ming lowered his gaze… Her jade skin still bore the marks left by the sprouts, and sap still dripped from her womb.
Oh yes — everything that had just happened was very real.
She stood in front of him, cold, composed, dignified as ever. Pei Ming, despite the weakness in his body, just wanted nothing but to bury his face in her breasts.
Enough!
“And how often do you happen to perform such rituals?” he asked, just to distract himself from her breasts and all those stems and trunks.
“Fortunately, not often. I wouldn’t want to accidentally become a goddess of fertility. But that demon did leave quite a mess.”
“And was… all of this really necessary?”
Yushi Huang smiled and snapped her fingers, dissolving the barrier. From behind the curtain of rain, her ox emerged at a leisure pace, carrying her hat and her clothes on its back. She draped a translucent robe over her shoulders and climbed onto the ox with effortless grace. Pei Ming swallowed hard as her nipples brushed against the fabric.
He could too easily imagine how her juices soaked into the robe — and onto the ox’s back.
“Actually, I could’ve done without it,” she said, “but that was the most reliable way to prevent the death march. Thank you for your help, General.”