Naked Sword Art

"Where do I sign?"

After a moment's thought, she lifted her top just enough to reveal the flat of her lower abdomen and gently patted the skin just above her waistline.

"Here," she said, her voice calm, but her cheeks faintly flushed.

She was slender, her figure well-defined and lithe—a cultivator in the Refinement realm, unmistakably so.

Xiao Fang knelt before her, placing one steady hand on her waist to keep her still. The touch sent a subtle shiver through her body. She masked it well, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her. Being touched by anyone like that would make her feel a certain type of way, but being touched by Xiao Fang like that was an intense experience of itself.

"Hold still," Xiao Fang said as he dipped the brush into a small pot of ink.

Her body was chiseled like a sculpture, even for a Refinement realm cultivator, her physique was incredible.

His hand was firm yet gentle as he began the first stroke. She hummed softly in pleasure. The sensation of the cool ink trailing across her warm skin made her breath hitch ever so slightly. She wasn't sure if it was the intimacy of the moment or the fact that it was Xiao Fang himself—either way, she was enjoying it.

Finishing the first character, 'Da', he paused to adjust her waistband slightly lower, and without hesitation, she assisted, loosening the fabric just enough to give him more space. Her pubic region was now exposed for him to see, luckily she was shaved clean otherwise she would've been too embarrassed to show him. Still, her heart raced, but her face remained composed.

The familiar feeling of brush on skin returned, making her hum sound more like a moan.

She didn't understand why but she was feeling more sensitive this time. Perhaps it was because of the way he touched her, or the brush getting closer to her sweet spot, the only thing she knew was that she wanted more, she wanted him to touch her more.

Without thinking, she pulled her pants down a bit more, till her clit was nearly exposed. She shamelessly wanted him to see it, she wanted him to get aroused by her, to crave her like she craved him. Little did she know, she was already in Xiao Fang's sights, so he wasn't going to let her go easily.

With precise strokes, Xiao Fang completed the final character. She glanced down to see the name 'Da Long' vertically inscribed on her body, with sharp, bold calligraphy. She had never seen someone draw calligraphy so neatly before, so she was beyond impressed.

"What's your name?" Xiao Fang asked, snapping her out of her daze.

"...Ning Xueya."

"Little sister, Xueya. Would you like me to continue?" Xiao Fang said as his hand slid down to the waistband, threatening to pull it down even more.

She suddenly salivated, and her heartbeat quickened. With a simple nod, Xiao Fang gave her exactly what she wanted.

He wasn't the same person he had been before leaving for the Chaos Sect. His time with the Soul Devouring Clan and the Dual Cultivation Clan had changed him. He had gained new insights, faced people whose strength and techniques made him realize how far he still had to go. Their presence had both humbled and inspired him. Now that he was back, he carried that fire with him—a desire to push further. He was determined to forge a new technique, one that would elevate his Naked Sword Art to terrifying new heights. But to do that… he needed people to practice on.

…

Ning Xueya's moans could be heard to those that pressed their ears to the door. They had no idea what Xiao Fang was doing to make her make sounds like that, but they deeply wanted to experience it too.

"Is… she going to be okay."

"Forget her. When is it going to be my turn?"

The girls listening whispered to each other.

Ning Xueya didn't know how long she lasted, but by the end of it, she was laying on her back, out of breath, pussy creaming with oozing cum, and her body trembling in pleasure.

The memory of the characters, 'Da Long', dancing on her body every time Xiao Fang pounded his large cock deep into her skinny body was still fresh in her mind. He had completely dominated her, but that wasn't all, there was something else she couldn't explain. Like an indescribable urge to shamelessly spread her tight pretty holes for him no matter where she was.

'No one told me it would feel like this,' she thought as her mind slipped.

Her B-cup, perky tits heaved up and down, red from the way Xiao Fang had pinched and gripped them. And on her stomach, the characters 'Da Long' remained, the only change being the cum that was decorated on top of it.

…

Blindfolded, Xiao Fang stepped through the gates of the Inner Court. The pressure of the natural Qi shifted instantly—thicker, denser, and far more potent than what lingered in the Outer Court. It clung to his skin like humidity before a storm.

He moved with purpose, slipping past startled glances and curious disciples who instinctively gave him space. The Inner Court was abuzz with quiet tension, but most were too distracted by the ongoing tournament to pay him more than a second look. Xiao Fang noticed it—but his focus lay elsewhere. He had no time for distractions.

As much as he would've liked to return to his guild house to rest and reconnect with familiar faces, he had other matters on his mind.

Following a familiar path and weaving through elegant stone walkways, he eventually reached a structure as large as the entire Class-Division district—a vast dome with golden characters inscribed above the gate.

Cultivation Rental Rooms.

He stepped through the front gate, and almost immediately, a familiar presence met him.

"Elder Xia." (Chapter 275)

"Welcome back, young disciple," she said with a beautiful smile.