Chapter 294 Shy Berserker (R-18)

Chapter 294 Shy Berserker (R-18)　　As Xinzi approached with great strides, Tusha stood before a tall silver mirror, facing an existential question: "To wear or not to wear?" 

This was an impossible challenge. Before converting herself to Lianism, Tusha was a barbarous warrior with no time for frolics. After embracing the Lianist faith, she followed the traditional Creed of Pure Enlightenment spread by the Golden Lotus Temple. The contradiction between her cruel experiments, merciless actions, and the creed she was trying to pursue made Enlightenment a hopeless pursuit—even after thousands of years of Lianist meditation.

But now, things were different. Xinzi's Creed of Indulgence offered another path, one that'd align with Tusha's demonic nature, if only she embraced it. Her eyes went back and forth between the lingerie set and the mirror, her hands shuddering on the fabric.

Following a moment of deliberation, Tusha activated her Bloodsoul Sense, scanning the lingerie set. 

"Speeds up the accumulation of Yin Qi and Blood Energy while enhancing their quality. It's actually a dual cultivation treasure—in every sense of the term," Tushas's eyes sparkled at the findings. Unlike the traditional Spiritual Sense, which was limited to reading Spiritual Qi patterns, Tusha's unique Bloodsoul Sense enabled her to study Souls and Blood as well, giving her 

the tools to determine their grade, quality and various abilities. 

"What are Abbot's intentions? Don't tell me that..." a lewd thought crossed Tusha's mind, and she bit her lips, gulping on the saliva that moistened her tongue. After a last moment of hesitation, Tusha took a deep breath, untied her monastic garments, and slipped into the lingerie set.

The flowered demi bra could barely contain the infernal nun's voluptuous chest, leaving the upper and lower half of her fleshly tits exposed. The transparent lace robe dropped over her toned butt, brushing the g-string panties that highlighted her ass cheeks.

Impressed by her own swagger, Tusha brushed her hair to the side. Her fiery red hair and glowing red eyes matched the set to perfection, adding to the sanguine allure that her toned body projected.

However, on top of cultivation benefits, this salacious set warmed up the body while also increasing the wearer's sensitivity. The combination of these two abilities made Tusha's rosy skin flush red, her breath growing ragged as her heartbeat sped up.

"Impeccable. See? I told you that this would be the perfect gift for you. Fits you like a glove." At that time, a familiar voice echoed from the entrance, warning Tusha of a stealthy intrusion. Though captured by her reflection in the mirror, Tusha should have noticed the sneak job. She didn't, because the newcomer controlled the Liberation Temple's formations, enabling him to come and go as he pleased. 

With a brisk 180 spin, Tusha turned towards Xinzi, who with his back against the mahogany door, faced her with a sly smirk.

"Actually...you didn't. But it does fit me perfectly. How did you get the proportions so...right?" Tusha's eyes narrowed at Xinzi, suspicion flashing in their scarlet hue. 

"You're looking down on me. I have paid enough attention to you to know all there is to about...you know," Xinzi tilted his head, avoiding a brazen response. 

"I don't." Tusha refused to settle, pushing Xinzi for more "honest" words.

"Do you want me to spell it out?"

"Y...yes." Barely had this word left Tusha's lips that Xinzi vanished, appearing a step away from her. His face leaned into hers, almost brushing her forehead. Tusha didn't retreat, holding her ground and maintaining eye contact.

With a smile, Xinzi brought his lips to Tusha's ears and whispered right in:

"Your curves." Here, our monk put one hand on Tusha's waist, the other on her thigh—slowly bringing her towards his chest. For a second Tusha's breasts cushioned Xinzi's pecs, her temperature and heart rate increasing as his hand slip up her thigh, stroking the bottom of her ass cheeks.

"Tusha, of all the girls I've had the chance to interact with, you have the most toned body. They say that the more toned a woman's body, the tighter her lower lips. Right now, I'm dying to test the truth of that saying. Tusha, can you help me?" 

"I...might be able to," Tusha whispered back, her voice shaking in a mix of nervousness and expectations. 

"Let's find out," Xinzi said, and kissed the infernal nun's chest, prompting a soft, steamy sigh from her naturally red lips. While holding onto Tusha's waist, Xinzi kissed her shoulder, then her neck, moving up as he planted sensuous hickeys to mark the moment. His right hand rose up to her toned butt, folding on the cheeks and fondling with a slow, firm grip.

At the same time, Xinzi's mouth went up Tusha's chin, kissing and pulling her lips into his. Brought into a heart-stirring smooching session, Tusha stuck her tongue out. But here, Xinzi pulled back, shaking his head as if to deny her the right.

"W..." Xinzi placed his index on Tusha's lips, silencing her protest. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees, stroking the infernal nun's inner thighs and crotch while kissing her clit at a balanced rhythm.

"Mhm!" Tusha bit her lips, her legs trembling at sensations that her body learned to embrace. Xinzi's fingers slid under the string, lifting it up so that the fabric pressed into Tusha's cunt—giving her walls and clit one quick stroke. "Ohhh..." The move pulled a lewd moan out of Tusha's lips. Her erect nipples poked through her demi bra, shaking as her breasts heaved up and down.

Xinzi slipped the panties to the side, spread the lips apart, and flicked his tongue across Tusha's cunt—tasting her soaking juice like a gourmet at a five-star chef's buffet. At times, Xinzi would lower his tongue and push into Tusha's cunt, kissing her walls while her juice flowed down his throat. Then he'd move up to her clit, his tongue coiling on the nerves as his lips sucked and tugged on the surface.

"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh!" As this went on, Xinzi's hands slid under Tusha's bra, teasing her nipples and fondling her breasts with masterful expertise. The nun's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her tongue drooping as her hands clenched on Xinzi's scalp, pressing his face into her trembling legs.

"Abbot...devil...aaaaah!" Throwing her head back, Tusha quivered with a loud moan, her body melting in orgasmic pleasure as her legs gave out—squirting a jet of love juice into Xinzi's mouth. Maintaining Tusha in balance, Xinzi drank all the juice, stood up, and flicked his tongue across his lips.

Staring into Tusha's lust-glazed eyes, Xinzi brought the nun's hands to his belt.

"Now for that test..." he said in a soft, muffled tone. Taking the hint, Tusha let her body handle the response. Her hands latched on Xinzi's belt, untying his pants to release his engorged cock. It rose immediately, pressing into Tusha's soaked, exposed cunt.

"Mhmm!" The infernal nun bit her lips, trembling and bracing herself for what was to come. Xinzi's lips curled into a wolfish grin, and he pushed his cock through Tusha's lewd hole, spreading her flexible walls to cram her love tunnels.

They sucked him in, folding, massaging and contracting on his meat as they dragged him up the deepest regions of the nun's cunt.

"Ah...the ancients didn't deceive me." Xinzi sighed, marveling at Tusha's tightness. Again, the Infernal Nun's eyes rolled back, her tongue dangling at Xinzi as her nails sank into his back. Unfazed, Xinzi sucked on Tusha's tongue, put his hands firmly on her ass cheeks and rammed his cock up and down her lewd hole.

"Ohh...ohh...ohhh!" Lost in rapture, Tusha couldn't form coherent words. Her hips moved on their own, matching Xinzi's thrusts and helping her cunt gobble the corrupt monk's meat-stick with berserk thirst. 

The sound of flesh clapping flesh filled the room. Xinzi lifted Tusha by the legs, keeping her in suspension as he led her to a nearby wall. As soon as the nun's back rested against the marble surface, Xinzi picked up the pace, pumping his cock in Tusha's hole with sharp, pistoning moves.