Chapter 787: Family Discipline
Ethan settled between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from the princess’s body. While holding her gaze, he began sliding the tip of his shaft along the slick crevice of her core, stroking her with a measured pressure.
"Why did you trust me so much?" asked Ethan, leaning in until their breaths mingled. "You didn’t know me, you had never seen me... and from the very beginning, your trust in me was blind. I really can’t understand it. I know I’m handsome, but I don’t think that’s enough to place your destiny in my hands."
The gentle friction of his tip against her clitoris made Isabella arch her back against the silk. A soft moan escaped her throat as a wave of pleasure slicked the head teasing her entrance.
"It is... a secret from my mother," whispered Isabella, her voice trembling with arousal as a smile formed on her lips despite her flustered state. "I will never tell you."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, tightening his grip on her waist as he maintained the torturous rhythm of his strokes.
"So we barely get married and there are already secrets?" said Ethan, a spark of malice flashing across his face. "I’m going to have to punish you with family discipline."
Isabella let out a defiant giggle, adjusting herself beneath him as her thighs squeezed his hips tightly.
"Try it," replied Isabella, locking eyes with him with a brazen glint.
Ethan smiled with satisfaction. He had wanted to shatter the somber mood from moments ago, and seeing her back in that bold state confirmed she was ready.
Tightening his grip on her hips, Ethan stared into her eyes with gravity.
"Repeat these words," commanded Ethan in a deep voice. "When the fire enters your body, do not stop repeating them under any circumstances: ’From the Phoenix the flame reborn in chaos, the pneuma’s light purifies the flower...’."
Isabella tilted her head, flustered by the heat of his tip pressing against her entrance, yet unable to suppress a slight smile.
"Are these my husband’s fetishes, by any chance?" asked Isabella between ragged breaths.
"You will understand soon enough," answered Ethan.
Without giving her room for reply, Ethan thrust his hips forward in one continuous motion. The barrier of her virginity tore instantly, and his shaft breached her tightness, burying itself fully inside her. Isabella let out a gasp as a trail of virgin blood flowed between her thighs. A sudden pang of sharp pain shot through her pelvis, but before she could complain, a wave of heat erupted from Ethan’s root and began spreading through her lower abdomen.
The pain was swallowed almost immediately by a suffocating thermal sensation that showed no signs of stopping.
"Keep reciting!" demanded Ethan, clenching his teeth as he held the deep thrust steady.
Isabella, feeling the heat threatening to melt her consciousness, began chanting the Phoenix Sutra with a trembling voice: "From the Phoenix the flame reborn in chaos, the pneuma’s light purifies the flower...."
Ethan closed his eyes and began chanting the counterpart of the Dragon Sutra in a thunderous tone: "From the Dragon the scale rules the heavens, the divine blood consumes the rigor...."
Both chants echoed through the chamber, intertwining in a unique spiritual resonance. Isabella’s eyes snapped open, turning white for a second before igniting in a brilliant scarlet red. A moment later, her eyelids closed slowly as her mind succumbed to a profound trance.
[The link was successful, Master], Crul’s voice suddenly echoed within his mind with precision. [She is under your total control, and the energy has begun to circulate. You can stop chanting now. Now comes the most important part.]
[Unlike when you use The Silent Siphon Sutra or Drinking from the Source, where you are merely stealing the yin without mercy... even if the damage is minimal, there is always damage], Crul warned within his mind, his voice stripped of its usual mocking tone. [In this technique, balance is the foundation of everything. You cannot absorb more than you give, nor give more than you absorb. Any disruption in the rhythm could cause the bridge to collapse. Are you ready, boss?]
I’m ready, Ethan replied in his mind, maintaining his posture over Isabella’s body.
[Good. Begin the initial suction. Slowly.]
Ethan clenched his jaw and began moving his hips with deep, rhythmic thrusts. With each penetration, Ethan’s spiritual core acted like a magnetic vortex. Isabella’s spiritual energy—unpredictable and heavily polluted from years of consuming low-quality pills to rush her cultivation—began to be drained from her sea of consciousness into the connection channel between their bodies.
A tremor coursed through Isabella’s body. Even though her mind was trapped in the sutra’s trance, the spiritual toxins detaching from her channels caused her skin to turn a pale hue. The agony of the purification began to manifest as a faint furrowing of her brow.
[Now! Don’t keep any of that junk in your body], Crul commanded in his mind. [Use the heat of your pure yang to burn away the residue and return the refined energy to her.]
Ethan channeled the power of his Sword Dao and the purity of his yang essence. The torrent of impure energy he had just extracted passed through his own dantian, where it was subjected to fierce compression. The impurities evaporated in the form of a black sweat that oozed from Ethan’s pores, while Isabella’s original energy, now filtered and imbued with the destructive, pure force of Ethan’s yang, was injected back through his impaling shaft.
AHHH!
A muffled scream escaped Isabella’s throat mid-trance. The thermal shock inside her entrails was devastating. The yang-charged energy surged through her meridians like a river of incandescent lava, destroying toxin blockages in its wake. Her veins bulged against her fair skin with a golden glow, and every single one of her internal organs quivered beneath the force of the purification.
[Keep the rhythm, don’t stop!], Crul shouted in his mind. [The bridge is stabilized, but if you lessen the force of your thrusts, her body will reject the transfusion. Make it circulate seven more times!]
Ethan accelerated the pace of his hips, thrust after thrust, transforming the union into a continuous loop of destruction and rebirth. With each extraction, he stripped away more layers of the spiritual trash burdening Isabella’s body; with each injection, he rebuilt her blood vessels and channels with the force of a reborn dragon.
The princess’s face shifted from deathly paleness to an intense flush. The chaotic aura surrounding her began to condense, growing ever denser, purer, and sharper, aligning perfectly with Ethan’s relentless cadence.