I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 103

Wedding

Qiu Yin’an finally decided to expel Bai Chengying from the upper realm, so Hai Di found a Taoist temple in the lower realm to accommodate him.

Wan Qiongju listened to Qiu Yin’an’s wishes and did not insist on killing all the people. He gave Bai Chengying three tribulations in retaliation for his three-sword attack on Qiu Yin’an. After three tribulations, Wan Qiongju survived and his grudges were cleared.

Soon, their wedding day came.

When the sect master marries his wife, it is not just a simple ceremony of three bows. The two burn incense and worship at the temple, forming a contract in front of the eyes of the world of cultivation. The ceremony is completed, and Wan Qiongju becomes the wife of the master of Qingxuan Peak as she wishes.

After Wan Qiongju paid homage to the lords of various sects, he was sent to the wedding room according to the ceremony. Qiu Yin’an was congratulated and given wine at the banquet. He was busy until late at night before he was able to be alone with his wife.

The door creaked, but before it was fully pushed open, a hand stretched out from inside and pulled Qiu Yin’an in around the waist.

Wan Qiongju pinched Qiu Yin’an’s waist with one hand and pressed the door against the door with the other, “Husband, quickly take off the hijab. We will have happier things to do soon.”

Qiu Yin’an: “Don’t worry, we have done that kind of thing so many times, but this is the only time to take off the red hijab.”

Qiu Yin’an took Wan Qiongju’s hand and kissed the slender fingers, “You are worthy.”

Wan Qiongju was no longer impatient and led him to the table and sat down.

Qiu Yin’an picked up the wedding scale and slowly lifted the red hijab. What came into view was the face he was willing to spend the rest of his life with.

“Xiao Wan, I really married you.” The person in front of him was the great witch master, and the young man with whom Qiu Yin’an had first promised.

This wedding ceremony was wanted by Qiu Yin’an and organized by Wan Qiongju. He knew all this, but when he really married the first beauty, it felt like everything was real and illusory.

“Master, I want to stay with you forever.” Wan Qiongju looked up at Qiu Yin’an, “Are you willing?”

Qiu Yin’an took a step forward, and the two of them got closer, “I wish for you.”

Wan Qiongju hugged him and let Qiu Yin’an sit on his lap. A pair of soft lips immediately attached to his lips. It was Qiu Yin’an who took the initiative to kiss him.

The kiss was long and almost suffocating when they separated. The hot breaths between the two were intertwined. Qiu Yin’an could clearly feel the intensity of Wan Qiongju’s desire to get closer to him.

Qiu Yin’an put one hand on Wan Qiongju’s shoulder, changed to a straddle position, and repeatedly rubbed Wan Qiongju’s face with the other hand, “You are so beautiful. If you were not mine, I would snatch you from others.”

Wan Qiongju put his hand on Qiu Yin’an’s girdle, “Master, I don’t need to grab it, I’ll do it myself.”

Qiu Yin’an took Wan Qiongju’s hand, which wanted to continue exploring, and handed him a small glass of wine. “You haven’t drank the wine yet, so don’t be impatient.”

Wan Qiongju: “I almost forgot, I prepared this wine myself and added some medicine.”

“What did you do with the medicine?” Qiu Yin’an glared.

Wan Qiongju’s physical strength in bed was astonishing. Every time he had an attack, he wouldn’t be happy unless he struggled five or six times. This man usually obeyed his words, but during the period when the sperm was on his head, even if he was crying with tears in his eyes, Wan Qiongju would only give him a few perfunctory words of coaxing and still insist on asking for it.

Before the wedding, Wan Qiongju had promised that tonight would be an unforgettable night for him. Could it be that Wan Qiongju was tired during the day and was afraid that they would not be able to fight until dawn, which ruined their interest in the wedding night, so she took the medicine?

Qiu Yin’an collected the wine cup and said, “Don’t drink this wine. This kind of medicine will help you temporarily, but it will hurt you later. You do your best. If it doesn’t work, I will do it tonight.”

Wan Qiongju took a pinch of the two lumps of flesh under Qiu Yin’an’s waist and said, “Master, you are too worried. There will never be a time when I can’t do it. This medicine is for you.”

“Give it to me?” Qiu Yin’an suddenly raised his voice. He stood up and explained: “I’m not weak. If I were to press you, I could do it five or six times a night. I don’t need this medicine?”

“I know, the master is very powerful.” Wan Qiongju looked at Qiu Yin’an lovingly, “But the medicine I gave is not an aphrodisiac, it is a medicine that can satisfy the master’s desire.”

Wan Qiongju grabbed Qiu Yin’an’s wrist and led him to her side, “I promised Master that on our wedding night, I will make it unforgettable for you.”

Qiu Yin’an didn’t quite understand, “I never indulged you. Besides, you didn’t listen to me when I told you to stop. It’s unnecessary to give me this medicine.”

Wan Qiongju didn’t say a word, but blindly put the wine into Qiu Yin’an’s hand, leading Qiu Yin’an to drink a glass of wine with him?

After confirming that the wine cup had reached the bottom, Wan Qiongju took Qiu Yin’an to the inner room again.

In addition to some red thick curtains, the inner room also has a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, facing the couch covered with a red brocade quilt.

Qiu Yin’an immediately understood Wan Qiongju’s thoughts, and her cheeks were pinkened by the red color in the room.

Wan Qiongju put his head around Qiu Yin’an’s waist from behind, bowed slightly and rested his chin on Qiu Yin’an’s shoulder, then squeezed his way to the mirror step by step.

He said in a charming voice next to Qiu Yin’an’s ear: “Master, didn’t you want to see me wearing that white gauze dress? I wore it today, just inside.”

With that said, he pulled off his collar and showed it to Qiu Yin’an, “Master, please come and take off my wedding clothes, okay?”

Qiu Yin’an saw the white patch of hair on Wan Qiongju’s front, her eyes lit up, and she obediently went to undress Wan Qiongju’s wedding dress.

Wan Qiongju had broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his muscles looked thin but felt strong and strong. Qiu Yin’an swallowed his saliva while undressing him.

When Wan Qiongju was left in nothing but her white gauze pajamas, Qiu Yin’an felt the blood all over her body rushing to one place.

His eyes were like fire, lingering on every part of Wan Qiongju’s body, and he blurted out, “Come and fuck me.”

This time Wan Qiongju was not in a hurry. He took Qiu Yin’an’s hand and touched it where Qiu Yin’an’s eyes were most reluctant to look away. Then he moved from bottom to top and finally landed on his chest. “Does the dowry gift that Master promised me still count?”

“Of course.” Qiu Yin’an swore that he had never been so lustful and unconscious in his life as he is now, “I will give my life to you now.”

The heat in Qiu Yin’an’s eyes was so alluring. Wan Qiongju thought he could control everything tonight, but he overestimated his determination for Qiu Yin’an.

At this moment, he extremely wanted to do what he did before, run rampant and break into Qiu Yin’an. No matter what his taste was, he would not be as happy as going in.

But then, tonight would be no different, and everything he had carefully prepared would be useless.

Wan Qiongju wanted to give it a try, so he would kiss or hug Qiu Yin’an to comfort him, but he felt that once he indulged himself a little, he would definitely get out of control.

While he was struggling with himself, Qiu Yin’an had fallen into his arms, “What are you waiting for?”

Qiu Yin’an put his hands on Wan Qiongju’s shoulders, his eyes were hot, his voice was hoarse, and he became more active. Wan Qiongju knew that the medicine was starting to work.

Wan Qiongju picked the person up and put him into the soft brocade quilt, then hugged Qiu Yin’an and turned the person over, letting Qiu Yin’an kneel down on the couch.

Qiu Yin’an could see himself in the mirror when he raised his head, but when he thought that he would ask Wan Qiongju to do something intimate like that later, he lowered his head and did not dare to look again.

Suddenly, where Qiu Yin’an lowered his gaze, Wan Qiongju threw in a pile of rice paper. This thing was a bit unpleasant to the scenery. Qiu Yin’an asked in confusion: “What are you doing?”

Wan Qiongju dipped the ink that had been polished in advance, handed the brush to Qiu Yin’an’s hand, and then lifted Qiu Yin’an’s chin, forcing Qiu Yin’an to look at them in the mirror, “Master will draw whatever we do later.”

Qiu Yin’an was shocked, her face turned redder than the happy quilt, “It’s ridiculous, no way.”

Qiu Yin’an threw the pen on the bed table. Wan Qiongju was not in a hurry and waited behind Qiu Yin’an without making any move.

Gradually, Qiu Yin’an noticed that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his desire for Wan Qiongju became more and more impatient. At this moment, Qiu Yin’an understood why Wan Qiongju had drugged his wine.

He drank the drugged wine willingly, and he couldn’t seem to blame Wan Qiongju.

Wan Qiongju leaned down and kissed Qiu Yin’an’s ear, “The betrothal gift I want is for Master to draw a picture of our love on our wedding night. What I want to see in the future is that Master cannot keep his word.”

Qiu Yin’an roared angrily, “Wan Qiongju.”

Wan Qiongju pressed Qiu Yin’an’s face and said, “I’m here. Master, are you ready to draw? I will start when you are ready.”

Qiu Yin’an’s desire became more and more intense. He bit his lip and tried to discuss with Wan Qiongju, “You can come any way you want tonight, but can you not let me paint?”

Wan Qiongju didn’t answer, but kissed his neck and comforted him. Such insatiable comfort was no different from aphrodisiac, it would only make the unsatisfied desire burn more intensely.

Qiu Yin’an groaned several times as he roared. The desire that was ignited was urgent and urgent to be satisfied. He groaned in grievance and reached for the pen he had just thrown down. “I’ll just draw.”

Wan Qiongju had an arrow on the string and was ready to go, “Master, believe me, you will like it.”