I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 158 Stretching the Golden Lotus

Mistakes, impulses, the messy heat of desire... they hadn’t vanished with Lin Feng’s ascension.

They simply wore a grander face now.

And strangely... that realization soothed him.

It grounded the roaring immortal in something mortal and real. Flawed but authentic.

No more hesitation.

No more pretending he was above the animal pull.

He was strong enough to be weak for her and that felt like victory.

With a low exhale, the last threads of restraint unraveled.

Lin Feng shrugged off the remnants of his robes in one fluid motion, silk whispering to the floor until he stood bare before her... every inch of his sculpted, immortal physique gleaming under the soft chamber light, his spiritual sword still rigid and glistening from earlier release, veins pulsing with fresh hunger.

He stepped forward, bent, and scooped Su Muyao up in a single effortless motion cradling her against his chest like a bride stolen from legend.

Her sticky, essence-drenched body molded perfectly to his.

Her long golden hair cascaded over his arm in heavy, shimmering strands, brushing against his skin with every step.

The warmth of her twin huge perky assets pressed gently against his ribs as Lin Feng held Su Muyao securely in a seamless bridal carry, as though she weighed nothing at all.

"Ahhhhh..." Su Muyao let out a small, surprised gasp that melted into a throaty laugh against his neck.

He strode the few paces to the wide, waiting bed and laid her down with surprising gentleness, though his eyes burned like twin suns.

Finally.

After what felt like countless lifetimes of restraint and discipline, he stood on the verge of casting aside the last of his mortal burdens.

His v-card.

"It’s boning time!" Lin Feng shouted triumphantly in his mind, the thought so giddy and absurd it almost made him laugh aloud.

He loomed over her and was more than ready to claim, to ruin, to taste, to lose himself completely in the beautiful, drenched MILF who’d just licked his essence like it was dessert.

"Young Master Lin Feng..." Su Muyao’s cheeks flushed deeply as he carried her in his arms.

It had been more than five years since a man had held her like this.

The sensation was familiar, yet entirely different at the same time.

Lin Feng was tall, strong, broad-shouldered, and steady.

In his embrace, she felt safe and protected.

His arms were firm and capable, his presence powerful yet strangely reassuring.

Thud!

He gently laid her down upon the bed.

Su Muyao looked up at the handsome face of the man who was about to become her lover.

The only second man in her life to soon claim her guarded, mature body.

Her heart trembled, not from fear, but from anticipation mixed with vulnerability.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng paused.

Before moving any further, he extended his divine sense once more, quietly brushing against Su Muyao’s thoughts to confirm her true intentions.

He needed certainty. He needed to know that this step was one she genuinely wished to take.

It did not take long.

Her thoughts flowed clearly into his mind.

"Lin Feng is a good man."

"He’s not helping me just to take advantage of me... not doing all this just to pull me into his bed. He’s sincere."

"I want to be part of his life... even if I receive nothing in return."

Lin Feng’s expression softened.

There was no calculation in her heart. No hidden scheme.

Only quiet admiration... and a willingness to step forward despite the uncertainty.

Still, Lin Feng had to be absolutely certain.

Desire was one thing. Consequences were another.

He stood beside the bed, looking down at Su Muyao.

Just moments ago she had been bold, almost daring.

Now, however, shyness overtook her.

Her cheeks were flushed a delicate crimson as she instinctively brought one arm across her chest to shield her soft, glistening melons, while her other hand covered the most private hidden grotto.

It was almost endearing.

As if he had not already seen everything.

As if he had not already felt the heat radiating from her body only breaths ago.

"You’ve won, Lady Su," Lin Feng said slowly, his voice low but steady.

"You truly have. You seduced me... and I won’t pretend otherwise. I am tempted. More than tempted."

His golden gaze sharpened slightly.

"But this is the final time I will ask you. Are you absolutely sure about this?"

The room grew quiet.

"If we take this step," he continued, "there will be no turning back. The world cannot know. Especially Wanwan."

At the mention of her daughter, Su Muyao’s body trembled faintly.

"This must remain a secret," Lin Feng said firmly. "For many years. At least until she is old enough to understand the complicated nature of men and women. Until she is mature enough to accept it."

His expression was not lustful now.

It was serious.

Su Muyao fell silent.

For more than a dozen breaths, she said nothing.

Her mind raced. She thought of her quiet years as a widow. The loneliness she endured.

The way she had lived cautiously, carefully, burying her own desires for the sake of her daughter.

And then she thought of Lin Feng.

His kindness.

His restraint.

The way he asked for confirmation instead of simply taking what she offered.

Slowly, she lowered her hands from where they shielded her body. Two big puppies jumped happily.

She met his eyes.

"I am sure," she said softly, yet firmly.

"I may only be a widow. No longer pure. Not some untouched maiden worthy of praise."

Her lips curved into a faint, self-deprecating smile.

"But I will do my best to make you happy."

There was no manipulation in her voice.

No calculation.

Only sincerity.

That was all he needed.

The final hesitation within him shattered.

The true immortal, the strongest being in this infinite multiverse at this moment... was simply just a man choosing a woman who had chosen him in return.

He stepped forward, leaning over her as the mattress dipped beneath his weight, and then immediately captured Su Muyao’s soft red lips in a sudden, hungry kiss like a zombie starved for flesh finally claiming its first taste.