Naked Sword Art

The hall was quiet and nearly empty. Whether it was the time of day or the ongoing tournament drawing attention elsewhere, only one figure stood behind the front desk—Elder Xia Lu. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.

She was a tall, foreign beauty from the northern islands. Her pale, almost porcelain skin and exotic yet feminine features made her very pleasant to look at. But Xiao Fang hadn't come just to admire her.

Ever since his days as an Outer Court disciple, she had been one of the few Inner Court Elders who came to him—her visits arranged discreetly through Su Yun. He always left her breathless and craving more. But now, things have changed. Unlike the last time he was here, he was the one seeking her out. She could see it in the way he looked at her, he had come for her.

"I take it you're not one for the spectacle outside?" Elder Xia Lu said.

It was rare to see Xiao Fang without his blindfold, especially in this building. The sight of his eyes, calm, sharp, and deeply violet caught her off guard in the best way.

"Tournaments aren't all that interesting to me," Xiao Fang replied. "I tend to have… other interests."

"Oh?" Her voice lilted with amusement. "And what might those be?"

"Come," Xiao Fang said, his tone smooth and deliberate. "Join me in a room. You'll find out."

With a subtle gesture, Elder Xia Lu left an [ Illusory Clone ] stationed behind the front counter. Then, without another word, she walked beside him into a side hallway, their steps echoing softly through the polished stone corridor.

They entered Room 69.

The door closed behind them with a soft thud, sealing the both of them inside the quiet cultivation chamber. A familiar stillness settled over the room—a quiet, weighted atmosphere only shared between those who had crossed a certain threshold before.

Elder Xia Lu stood with her back to the door, watching Xiao Fang as he calmly stepped deeper into the chamber as he began to undress.

There was no need for words; the air between them spoke volumes. She had experienced him several times in the past, but this time felt different. He wasn't just a young disciple seeking to satisfy her carnal urges, this time he moved with intent… with purpose. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her skin. It was as if he wanted to mark her permanently, and make her his. She had no desire to resist it, nor the will to keep anything from him.

Xiao Fang looked back at her still standing at the door, then he tilted his head as if to tell her to follow him. She hesitated, but the moment he turned to walk towards the pool, a beautiful smile appeared on her lips as she finally began to walk, her steps quick, but graceful. She might've been in her 30s, but she had the appearance and energy of a young adult.

Reaching the edge of the bathtub, Xiao Fang turned to face her again, this time she was much closer to him. Nearly bumping into him, she stopped then looked up at him in anticipation. She inhaled slowly, feeling her composure slip the longer he held her gaze.

Xiao Fang traced his hand on her shoulder, guiding her robes off her body as if that was exactly what it wanted to do.

"You're a beautiful woman, big sister," Xiao Fang said with a handsome smile as he raised her chin a bit.

Turning back around to walk into the pool, Xia Lu bit her lower lip as the corner of her lips curled upwards. She wasn't expecting him to complement her like that.

A flutter ran through her chest. It wasn't nerves—it was anticipation.

Seeing Xiao Fang get into the water, she quickly did as well. She wasn't always so quiet and obedient, but today felt different, it was as if her body felt like he wanted to do something different, and she wanted to know exactly what it was.

Xia Lu was always such an elegant beauty, but today she was acting so cute, Xiao Fang couldn't help but feel even more attracted to her.

The moment Xiao Fang turned to face her in the pool, she quickly pressed her body onto his. Her large wet tits pressed onto his naked body as she leaned on him. Her soft pretty hands reached down to stroke his Naked Sword. Surprised and excited to feel how hard he already was.

Raising her chin, Xiao Fang gave her pretty lips a kiss, making her very pale face blush a bright red.

"Long—"

"Call me Fang," Xiao Fang corrected her.

"...Fang."

Her heart was beating so fast as she looked into his eyes. She was no longer stroking him, just holding it as she got lost in his gaze. Something about the way he looked at her made her feel something she never felt before. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't want their bodies to seperate, almost as if their bodies were meant to stay together.

Xiao Fang then brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. Gentle. Deliberate. The kind of touch that reignited memories she had tried not to dwell on. Moments they had shared behind closed doors. Lessons that had left her trembling and breathless, not from exertion—but from him.

And just like that, the air shifted.

She swallowed, eyes still wide as she stared back at him speechlessly.

She didn't resist as he drew her even closer, making her rest her head on his chest. She didn't ask what they'd be doing or for how long. She didn't care, she just wanted to be with him like this.

What followed was not just cultivation. For hours, she gave herself over to him fully, body and spirit. And Xiao Fang—patient, powerful, and precise—guided every breath, every pulse of Qi, every intimate exchange, until she could barely remember where she ended and he began. Their souls were intertwining, and the longer it lasted the more deeply she felt about him.

Being a foreigner, she didn't have any friends or family to speak to, but in that moment she felt like she had everything she ever needed.

When it was over, Elder Xia Lu lay quietly in the stillness, her skin damp with sweat and Qi still trembling faintly in her meridians. Her body ached, her heart raced, and her mind swirled with wonder.

This wasn't just another session. It was a mark—a memory—etched into her very core.

A moment she would never forget.