LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 222: **Snow Foxes** [R18]
The door slammed open.
Su Xiaobai stood in the smoky wreckage of the cabin, hair tousled, chest bare, and the scent of scorched fire Qi still seering to his skin.
And what did he find?
Two elite sect elders.
One proud... One quiet.
Both broken.
Hu Jiao'er and Hu Mei'er—elders of the sword peak, esteemed guides for young disciples, known for their grace and strength—now slumped together in the corner of a mist-soaked cabin, looking like they'd just lost a purity contest.
Clothes disheveled... Breasts half-exposed. Robes barely covered their sweaty skin.
Hu Jiao'er's glare was glassy, her red lips swollen, helplessness flickering behind heavy-lidded eyes.
Hu Mei'er?
Blank-eyed.
Flushed.
A hidden tail twitching beneath her skirt.
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[1] – Mouth First Cultivation Style
The moment Su Xiaobai stepped in, they jumped him.
"Mmmghn—!"
Hu Jiao'er slammed her lips to his, tongue darting out like a sword tip going for his soul.
"Tch. And here I thought you didn't like me, Elder Jiao."
He didn't kiss back, he let her work for it
She moaned in frustration.
Then Hu Mei'er, soft and trembling, kissed his neck, her lips feathering down his collarbone like she was begging silently for attention.
"Did you two get addicted to peach mist, or are you just in heat from watching me fight my life against fiery pussy?"
No answer.
Just more tongue.
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[2] – Sect Honor? What's That?
Hu Jiao'er gritted her teeth as he ripped her robe clean down the middle, exposing her perky snow-white mounds, the pink tips already hard from stimulation.
"You arrogant little shit—!" she hissed.
"Hush..." He tugged her top down completely. "You're not in position to lecture me while your nipples are saluting my cultivation rod."
Hu Mei'er squeaked as her own robe fell away, revealing a trembling body soft as silk, thighs pressing together instinctively.
"You two were supposed to guide disciples."
"Now you're stripping for one."
"Congratulations. You've cultivated into bitch-tier."
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[3] – Mounting the Furnace
He grabbed Hu Jiao'er's white hairs and bent her forward over the edge of the broken bed, her fluffy white tail slipping free and springing into view like it had been hiding from shame itself.
"T-That's private!" she gasped.
"Not anymore," he whispered, smirking.
"This tail's mine now. I'll even braid it after I'm done."
With no warning, he slammed his heaven-piercing staff into her forbidden fox furnace.
SCHLK!
"GHNNHH—!"
Her inner walls gripped him instantly, as if her body hadn't gotten the memo that her pride was supposed to resist.
"Is this how your sect trains its elders?"
"Tight enough to make a dragon cry, but no discipline at all."
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[4] – Twin Tail Technique
Hu Mei'er whimpered as she watched her sister moan with every thrust, her own body trembling like a flower in a storm.
Su Xiaobai pulled out, twisted, and yanked Hu Mei'er over his face, seating her directly on his mouth like a sacrificial offering.
"Don't scream too loud," he said, "or your sister might get jealous."
"H-H-Hnnnnh—!"
He devoured her.
Her soft fox cave pulsed under his tongue, her fluffy white tail flicking wildly behind her, brushing his face with every shiver.
Hu Jiao'er looked back over her shoulder, panting, angry, ruined.
"You... bastard..."
"Say it louder."
"Say it while I rearrange your pathways."
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[5] – Formation Rotation
He flipped them.
Hu Mei'er face-down now, legs spread in a helpless V.
Hu Jiao'er beside her, breasts pressed against the bed.
He slapped Hu Jiao'er's ass—CRACK!
"What's the sect motto again?" he asked mockingly.
"Discipline, purity, restraint? You broke all three."
"F-Fuck you—!"
"Exactly."
He shoved into her again, harder this time, making her yelp and crawl at the floor.
Hu Mei'er moaned beside them, watching her sister's face break with every thrust.
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[6] – Fox Rodeo Chaos
Now he had both their tails in hand, each thrust slamming them forward in rhythm like he was steering two divine beasts into madness.
"Tails up."
"Asses tight."
"Mouths open."
Both of them panted, moaned, begged.
The proud elder?
Broken.
The shy one?
Addicted.
Their twin white tails flicked around him like banners of surrender.
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[7] – Essence Spiral
Their Qi started to drain.
He could feel it—pure snow fox Yin, flooding into his reservoir, his cultivation rod pulsing like it had its own heartbeat.
"Good girls."
"Give it up. All of it."
Hu Jiao'er was sobbing now, not from pain—from pleasure. Hu Mei'er hugged his arm, whispering his name like a prayer.
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[8] – The Ending Stroke
With a final thrust that cracked the already ruined floor, Su Xiaobai threw his head back, roaring, releasing a torrent of spiritual Yang that sent shockwaves through the cabin.
"AAHHHHH—!"
"S-Su Xiaobaaiii—!"
"Mmmghhh—! Aahhh—!"
They collapsed.
Both sisters twitching, sweaty, flushed.
He sat between them, arms behind his head, smirking like a man who just got promoted by fucking two of his bosses.
"So..."
"Any complaints you want to file with the sect?"
Neither answered.
Only the sound of panting, broken pride, and the soft thump of twitching white tails filled the room.
The once proud elders of the sect, once feared mentors, once symbols of aloof icy grace—were now collapsed like spent cauldrons, bodies tangled together in a pool of sticky exhaustion.
Their once-glowing bodies?
Smeared across the floor in two modest blood patches and a dozen leaking regrets.
Yes.
Both fox sisters had been pure—untouched since birth, unopened since their tribulation, as clean as their snow-white hair.
And now?
They looked like they'd just graduated from the Sect of Slutty Realizations, personally instructed by Su Xiaobai's Heaven-Slaying Dragon Pillar.
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Fox Furnace Aftermath... Visual Report!
They leaned into each other, barely upright, sweat dripping down their flawless collarbones like condensed regret.
Their proud shoulders slumped. Their once-fluffy, meticulously styled hair now stuck to their faces in sticky wet strands, like shameful memories.
Two massive, heaving breasts hung loose and swayed with every tremble of their bodies—nipples raw, swollen, pink like bullied lotus buds, each one twitching with every breath.
"Huff… huff… ah…"
Their perfect S-shaped waists and hips made for dual-cultivation disasters no longer carried elegance. Just used-up desire.
Their red forbidden gardens—once pure, tight, sacred—were now floodgates of villainous semen, leaking white trails of defeated resistance onto the ruined cabin floor.
Puchi!
The white liquid twitched out with little spurts, almost squirting, as if their insides were still shivering from spiritual rod trauma.
Their blue eyes, once cold and sharp?
Fogged. Blank. Half-rolled.
Their lips—once capable of insults, mantras, sect laws—were now swollen, pouty, bite-marked wrecks, only good for moaning.
And beneath them?
Their fluffy white tails, which they used to hide with such grace, were exposed, low, twitching… like beasts who'd been caught, tamed, and marked.
Su Xiaobai stood tall.
Bare-chested, grinning, his Heaven-Piercing Staff still half-hard, dripping faint remnants of conquest.
He looked down at the two fox sisters with all the empathy of a demon lord deciding who to breed next.
"Hahh…" he cracked his neck.
"You two got off lucky. I've been sucked dry by Qingqing, edged by the Sword Fairy, milked by women who could flip mountains mid-orgasm."
He smirked.
"Handling two foxes barely counts as a warm-up."
Both sisters twitched.
They were already ruined, already mentally curled up in the fetal position—
But Su Xiaobai?
Wasn't done.
"Let's begin Step Nine." His tone casual.
"E-Eh—?"
Both sisters blinked.
Didn't process it.
Didn't understand.
Until—
He knelt.
Grabbed Hu Mei'er by the ankle.
Spread her legs again.
"W-Wait—!"
Hu Jiao'er's eyes widened.
Too late.
Su Xiaobai dove in like a starving beast returning to unfinished prey.
"You passed the trial."
"Now let's see if you can survive the second round."
The words hit like thunder.
Hu Jiao'er, still breathless and ruined, braced herself.
She spread her legs, ready and resigned.
But the dragon didn't land in her cave.
Instead—
"GWAAAK—?!"
Her sapphire like cute wide eyes widened in confusion, then panic.
Because something enormous—hot, heavy, and very much not going where expected—plunged straight into her mouth cave instead.
"Mmmmfff—!"
Her cheeks bulged instantly.
The back of her throat flexed in instinctive horror as Su Xiaobai's Heaven-Slaying Rod of Judgment drove itself past her lips like it was claiming territory.
And he didn't stop.
"Tch. You're an elder."
"Act like it—open wider."
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Hu Mei'er gasped.
She watched in horror as her cool, proud older sister—the same one who lectured disciples on poise and control—now had tears streaking down her cheeks, throat bulging with each merciless thrust, nose running, face red as her tail twitched in humiliation.
Su Xiaobai's hand was gripped tight in Jiao'er's white hair, guiding her like a beast being force-fed divine punishment.
"Huuuhh... nghk... mmph—!"
The slick, wet noises echoed through the ruined cabin like a musical performance performed entirely on sinful instruments.
Hu Mei'er trembled.
And then—
That voice.
Velvet, cruel and commanding.
"Come here and suck."
"Or you're next… after your sister's broken."
Her legs wobbled.
She obeyed.
Because that's what prey did.
She knelt between his legs, already dizzy from heat, scent, and the sheer sinful aura radiating from his body.
Then she leaned in, gently kissing his essence-filled sacks, and wrapped her lips around them with reverence and terror, suckling like a girl trying to extract immortality.
"Nnnghh—!" Su Xiaobai groaned, smirking.
"Good foxes. So eager. So warm."
"Your mouths might be better than your furnaces."