chsdbacks Chapter 519 Miroku the Priestess: You're coming again... I really can't take it anymore!
Chapter 519 Miroku the Priestess: You're coming again... I really can't take it anymore!
The priestess Miroku leaned against a canopy couch covered with brocade cushions, her semi-transparent gauze robe rising and falling gently with her breath.
She gathered her slipped gauze sleeves, her fair cheeks gradually flushed, and the smile in her eyes was like two pools of spring water.
Uchiha Mitsunori immediately understood. It turned out that when a man is strong and handsome, women are often more proactive than men.
He gently kissed Maitreya's reddened lips; the touch was smooth and delicate, giving the illusion of spring's arrival.
"Mile, you're more proactive than I expected."
The scent of the Uchiha Mitsuru brushed past Miroku's ear, making her cheeks blush even more.
She looked up and met his gaze, her eyes filled with a resigned acceptance of fate, and leaned closer: "Since our destinies are already set, why should I hide my feelings?"
After saying that, Maitreya gently hooked his collar and, with a somewhat awkward movement, pulled him slightly towards himself.
Uchiha Mitsunori leaned over, supporting himself with one hand on the side of the couch and grasping her wrist with the other, pressing her hand down on either side of the couch.
"Your fairy-like appearance is truly captivating."
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze coming within inches of her lips, his eyes fixed on hers.
Maitreya's heart suddenly raced, and his cheeks burned as if they were on fire.
She gently freed her wrist from his grasp, raised her shoulder slightly, and pressed herself against his chest.
"The priestesses of my lineage are born with a destiny, bound by bloodline. They are destined to form bonds with their destined partners and bear children. Since you are the partner that heaven has arranged for me, so powerful and dazzling, and so handsome that one cannot look away, I am naturally very tempted."
Uchiha Mitsunori felt a slight stirring in his heart, and a strange warmth rose in his chest.
She lacks Tsunade's cheerful and outgoing nature, and is not as obsessed with love as Ami Uchiha, but carries the unique frankness and affection of a priestess.
He looked down and gazed into the sincerity in the eyes of the person in his arms. There was no scheming in them, only submission to fate and genuine affection for him. This softened his controlling heart.
He slowly leaned down, no longer restraining himself, and gently kissed her reddened lips.
The kiss started lightly, with a hint of probing, and then gradually deepened, prying open her lips and teeth, taking in the warm breath from her mouth, their breaths intertwining.
Maitreya's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, like the wings of a startled butterfly, before he obediently closed his eyes.
She completely let down her guard, forgetting the reserve of a priestess and the constraints of fate. Instinctively, she raised her hand, her slender arms encircling his neck, responding to his kiss with a shy yet earnest sincerity. She poured all the flutter in her heart into this lingering kiss.
Uchiha Mitsunori leaned down and gently pressed her onto the soft couch, his body slightly covering hers, but he deliberately controlled the pressure so as not to make her feel oppressed.
The two embraced tightly, their kiss growing deeper and deeper, their breathing becoming rapid and heavy, their warm breaths spraying onto each other's necks and ears.
The atmosphere in the bedchamber instantly heated up, like dry tinder thrown into a raging fire, quickly igniting a passionate emotion. Their intertwined figures and breaths conveyed an indescribable tenderness.
After an unknown amount of time, Uchiha Mitsunori slowly released her, their foreheads touching, their breathing still rapid, their warm breaths intertwined.
Maitreya's cheeks were burning hot, and his eyes were misty with a hint of tenderness.
[Ding! The host has engaged in dual cultivation with Maitreya, increasing favorability by 12%, slightly strengthening the physical constitution of both parties, and increasing dual cultivation points by 10.]
The system's cold notification suddenly rang in his mind, instantly pulling Uchiha Mitsuru back to his senses.
The intense tenderness that had been welling up in his eyes vanished almost instantly, like mist blown away by a cold wind.
He looked at the priestess Miroku in his arms. She was slightly out of breath, with strands of hair sticking messily to her burning cheeks. Her eyes were still hazy, and even her breathing was soft and trembling. She looked like a charming girl who was completely immersed in love.
He gently caressed her reddened lips, the touch still delicate and smooth.
We haven't reached the 100% favorability rating set by the system yet, so now is the best time to advance the mission. We absolutely cannot stop now.
He tilted his head slightly, took a few deep breaths, his body exuding the unique fragrance of Maitreya's hair, and still retaining a trace of the warm afterglow of their intimate moments.
He suppressed his momentary mental turmoil and quietly gathered the pure emotions surging in his chest.
His fingers slowly slid down her cheek, gently lifting her chin to make her look at him directly: "Mirai, you are so beautiful, so beautiful that I don't want to stop... I want more."
Before he finished speaking, he leaned down and pulled Maitreya into his arms again, his grip even tighter than before, filled with an urgent urgency that left no room for escape. Without the slightest hesitation, his lips covered her reddened lips once more, this kiss filled with burning possessiveness. His tongue pried open her lips and teeth, their breaths mingling tightly, completely immersed in this scalding entanglement.
Maitreya, having already tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, was still immersed in the tenderness of the previous encounter. This gentle yet forceful confession stirred up even deeper emotions within him.
"Mmm...mmm...Sanfeng, be gentle..."
The dazed look in her eyes deepened. Without the slightest resistance, she took the initiative to raise her hand to wrap around his neck, pressing her soft body completely close to his. She responded to his kiss with a youthful yet passionate fervor, even her breath carrying a willing surrender. Every movement revealed an unreserved cooperation.
The plush cushions on the tatami mat were crumpled and messed up by the two people's movements.
The warm air mingled and rose within the bedchamber, lingering and binding this passionate bond even tighter.
After a long time... the two parted ways again...
[Ding! The host has engaged in dual cultivation with Maitreya, increasing favorability by 16%, slightly strengthening the physical constitution of both parties, and increasing dual cultivation points by 20.]
Uchiha Mitsuhide's chest heaved violently twice, his heavy breathing carrying a warm breath that slowly sprayed onto Miroku's reddened neck.
He raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, quickly adjusting the disordered breathing that had followed their entanglement.
The passionate and intimate moment had taken a toll on his energy, but the increase in favorability indicated by the system in his mind instantly relieved his fatigue.
He thought to himself: the favorability rating is only 81%, which is far from the maximum of 100%. It seems that he still has to continue to work on improving his "favorability rating".
He lay down on his side, propping his head up with one hand, his gaze fixed on Maitreya's face.
The blush on her face spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. Her skin was smooth and plump, like a ripe peach that could be squeezed to release water. Even the corners of her eyebrows and eyes still carried a hint of shyness.
Uchiha Mitsunori couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile, a smug grin spreading across his eyes.
Maitreya became increasingly shy under his gaze and quickly turned her head away, but he gently pinched her chin and turned her back to him.
Her eyelashes drooped, avoiding his gaze, and her soft, sweet voice, like honey, coquettishly complained, "Sanfeng, your smile just now... was so wicked... it gave my little heart a flutter?"
As she spoke, she clutched the fleece quilt tightly around her, her ear tips turning a deep red that seemed almost to bleed.
Uchiha Mitsunori gently stroked her soft cheek, a smug smile on his face: "I laugh at how kind Heaven has been to me, sending a fairy like you to my side. You are so beautiful and gentle, I can never love you enough."
Miroku blushed even more at his words, gently shook her head, and buried her face in his shoulder: "I don't look like a fairy at all, I'm just an ordinary priestess. You're just saying nice things to make me happy."
Her shoulders trembled slightly, her shyness barely concealed, but her joy at being praised was undeniable.
Uchiha Mitsumine chuckled softly, said nothing more, and slowly slid his hand down her smooth back, deliberately teasing her, gradually becoming more and more restless.
Before Maitreya could react, he leaned closer, his thin lips first landing on her flushed cheek, giving her a gentle peck, then moving down to kiss her soft lips, giving her two light kisses in succession, with a hint of eagerness and tender indulgence.
Maitreya was startled by his sudden action, her eyes filled with reproach and embarrassment. She pouted and said coquettishly, "You bad man... why are you doing this again!... I'm already like this... and you still want to do it again...."
Before he finished speaking, his voice softened, and he didn't even realize the indulgence in his tone.
Uchiha Mitsumine took the opportunity to grasp her hand that was pressed against his chest, interlocking his fingers with hers and holding it tightly in his palm.
Then, he leaned down and gently pecked her lips, gazing into her eyes with deep affection: "Mirai, it's because you're so beautiful... From your hair to your eyes, every part of you fascinates me... I just can't stop..."
After saying that, he kissed her again, and they entered into a new round of tenderness.
[Ding! The host has engaged in dual cultivation with Maitreya, increasing favorability by 19%, slightly strengthening the physical constitution of both parties, and increasing dual cultivation points by 25.]
[Ding! Maitreya's favorability has increased to 100%. Congratulations, host, on completing the main quest! Reward: Celestial Mode.]
As the information of "Celestial Mode" flooded his mind, a sense of clarity swept over his entire body, and Uchiha Mitsunori immediately understood the core essence of the priestess's power.
The holy aura I felt when I practiced with Maitreya earlier, and the faint light that surrounded her when she used her witch power, now had an answer: it was the natural energy affinity that a priestess's constitution was born with.
The bloodline of the priestess clan is already bound to the natural energy of heaven and earth, allowing them to easily draw upon and purify the energy that suits them, transforming it into the power to perform witchcraft.
Natural energy is the most fundamental and powerful force in the universe, permeating mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. Because its composition is so complex, ordinary humans find it difficult to sense and distinguish it, which is the fundamental reason why only a few people can control this power.
The Celestial-Human Mode rewarded by the system not only unlocked the key to control natural energy for him, but also directly endowed him with a unique affinity for natural energy.
Those originally violent and chaotic energies were automatically sorted, tamed, and perfectly integrated within his body, allowing him to truly enter the realm of "coexistence between man and nature".
As the turmoil in Uchiha Mitsunori's heart gradually subsided, he lowered his head and gazed at Miroku in his arms.
Her cheeks still had a faint blush, and she looked so soft and pitiful.
He tightened his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace, and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Maitreya was taken aback by the sudden, gentle kiss, then tensed up and instinctively gripped the blanket tightly: "You're not going to do it again, are you? I... I really can't take it anymore."