Chapter 10: Lewd Games in the Valley, Snowy Breasts Defiled
The Minglan Sword slipped from her grasp, the Nine Heavens Protective Spirit Array shattered, and the Azure Sky Bell along with the White Jade Flying Fan fell dimly to the ground.
Mu Xueyi's defeat was utter and complete. Rage, shame, unwillingness, and the heart-wrenching pain of failing to reclaim even one soul fragment of Chengxuan churned within the limpid sea of her Sword Heart Transparent. In the end, it all dissolved into a faint, powerless sigh.
"...You win."
Her voice trembled softly, laced with an unconcealable gloom. Her exquisite face was pale as frost and snow, the lingering sword intent in her peach-blossom eyes teetering on the brink of collapse amid the humiliation.
Su Rui released her snowy-white neck, the demonic flames in his palm slowly dissipating. A meaningful smile tugged at his lips. "Mu-shijie, why so down? Laozi only barely scraped by with a win. If you'd had one more treasure, who knows if the outcome might've been different."
His tone was teasing, but a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. He deliberately softened the mood, lest she shatter completely and ruin his fun.
Mu Xueyi's heart eased slightly, the sting of humiliation dulling a touch, but she still clung to her pride with icy resolve. "A loss is a loss. I have no need for false comfort from a lecherous thief like you!"
Su Rui licked his lips, grinning lewdly. "Heh heh, Mu-shijie is ever so lofty and pure, naturally scorning laozi's pity. Since you've admitted defeat, hurry up and honor the bet—use those big tits of yours to give laozi a proper titfuck!"
His gaze roamed brazenly over the towering peaks straining against her gossamer skirt, their curves flickering teasingly in the ethereal glow of the spirit mist. He taunted, "I wonder if Sword Sect's prodigy, the number one beauty of the cultivation world, has any experience in this department?"
Mu Xueyi's lovely face chilled. "How could I possibly have experience with such depraved acts?!"
"No experience? No matter—laozi will teach you properly tonight."
Su Rui's grin turned feral, his eyes blazing with lust. "Now, strip!"
"Here... right here?"
Mu Xueyi's lithe body quivered faintly, her voice a near-inaudible whisper. Panic flickered in her peach-blossom eyes as her enchanting figure swayed gently in the night breeze beneath the skirt.
"What's there to be shy about? Laozi's barrier array blocks even Deity Transformation divine sense!"
Su Rui threw his head back in laughter, his eyes alight with sly mischief and raw desire. "This valley holds only you and me, Mu-shijie. Let loose and savor the thrill of outdoor exposure!"
Mu Xueyi's fine brows furrowed slightly. She probed, "This barrier of yours... truly seals off Deity Transformation divine sense? That cultivation method of yours, that black flame—it's no righteous path technique! Su Rui, could it be... you've been possessed by a demonic cultivator?"
Her voice was crisp and cold, her gaze sharp as a frosty blade piercing toward Su Rui's inner sea, hunting for any telltale flaw in his expression.
"Mu-shijie, we agreed before the fight, didn't we? The winner asks the questions. But fine, laozi doesn't want you thinking some demon's hijacked this body. I'll say it once..."
Su Rui's lewd smirk faded, his gaze turning profound. His right hand gently caressed her jade-like cheek, fingers lingering on the silky, cream-smooth texture. His voice dropped low. "I've always been Su Rui—the same Su Rui who, from the first moment he laid eyes on you at sect entry, loved you to the point of madness."
In that instant, Mu Xueyi clearly understood: this man harbored a love for her no less intense than Li Chengxuan's.
Yet compared to Chengxuan's pure devotion, this man's affection was far too vile, twisted into something grotesque.
"Heh..."
Mu Xueyi let out a cold laugh, her eyes brimming with contempt and disdain. "If you love me so much, why humiliate me at every turn? With actions like these, you might claim my body, but my heart will never tilt toward you even a fraction."
Su Rui shrugged indifferently, a roguish grin curling his lips. "Laozi ain't some idiot—what do I need your heart for? Owning this fairy body of yours is plenty!"
Mu Xueyi drew a deep breath, suppressing the fury roiling in her chest. Her voice softened a fraction, tinged with a faint tremor of admonition. "Su Rui, your nature isn't entirely rotten. With your cultivation talent, if you turned to the righteous path, your future would be boundless. Turn back now—it's not too late."
Complex emotions flickered in her peach-blossom eyes—disappointment in Su Rui, mingled with a final sliver of hope, as if trying to awaken some buried shred of conscience.
"Heh heh, has Mu-shijie been studying Buddhism too, trying to ferry laozi back to the shore?"
Su Rui's lust burned hotter, his laughter shrill and unrestrained, laced with provocation. "If you really want to save me, spread those legs nice and wide, let laozi fuck that White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole of yours with this cock—wouldn't that do the trick?"
Mu Xueyi's face turned ashen in an instant, flames of fury nearly erupting from her eyes. "Hah, it was presumptuous of me. You're truly an irredeemable piece of trash!"
"Enough chit-chat—strip! Don't stall. Get those big tits over here and give laozi that titfuck!"
Su Rui's voice hardened abruptly, laced with undeniable dominance.
Mu Xueyi's body shuddered, her inner sea swept by a tempest. Humiliation, helplessness, and resentment wove into an invisible net, binding her tight.
She lowered her gaze, a flash of struggle in her peach-blossom eyes—as if waging a silent war against her own pride.
As Sword Sect's prodigy, aloof and transcendent, she now faced such abject degradation in this desolate valley.
Her heart felt sliced by a blade, every shred of dignity crumbling—yet the lost bet demanded she bear the consequences of defeat.
She inhaled deeply, struggling to calm the rage and sorrow threatening to devour her.
Her slender jade hand rose slowly, fingers brushing the sash of her gossamer skirt, trembling uncontrollably—as if each motion tore at her very soul.
The skirt slid away languidly, revealing snowy skin that flickered ethereally in the dim light, like a jade lotus blooming under moonlight.
Her full, proud breasts bounced free—creamy white as congealed fat, flawlessly curved, enough to set any man's blood ablaze.
"Mu-shijie, these big tits of yours are perfection beyond words!"
Su Rui's gaze devoured her like a wolf's, raking over her snowy bosom without restraint. His crotch had long tented massively from his erection, the savage outline looming in the hazy spirit mist, radiating unbridled obscenity.
Mu Xueyi's body quivered, her voice nearly breaking with endless shame. "Now... what must I do?"
"Simple!"
Su Rui grinned wide, his tone vulgar and commanding. "Kneel before laozi, undo my pants, pull out this cock, then wrap those big tits around it tight and serve laozi till I'm satisfied!"
Mu Xueyi clenched her silver teeth. She'd knelt once before not long ago, the bone-deep shame still searing her heart—and now she must kneel again before this lecher. With a silent lament, she endured the dripping agony in her soul and slowly sank to her knees.
Her trembling jade hands brushed his bulging crotch, fingertips ice-cold from shame.
The moment the fabric parted, the savage, scorching monstrosity sprang free, radiating blistering heat.
Mu Xueyi's face flushed crimson, shame and fury nearly suffocating her, but she swallowed the sob in her throat. Her hands shook as she cupped her snowy, ample breasts, slowly drawing them toward the revolting behemoth.
Her bosom rose and fell in the night breeze, snowy skin gleaming like jade in the ghostly light, now tinged faintly pink from humiliation.
"Haha, Mu-shijie, you look utterly soul-shattering like this!"
Su Rui growled low, reveling in the soft embrace of her breast-flesh. He bucked his hips slightly, leering. "Harder—squeeze tighter! Laozi wants to feel good!"
His large hand shot out suddenly, seizing one erect nipple and kneading it roughly with malicious playfulness.
Mu Xueyi's body jolted, the sensitive bud sending sharp stings and strange tingles through her under the brutal pinch, nearly drawing a moan from her lips.
She bit her red lips hard, fighting the shameful pleasure, her motions stiff and clumsy—but bound by the bet's defeat, she complied. Her hands pressed firmly, snowy tits enveloping the blazing shaft completely, sliding up and down—each stroke a trampling of her dignity.
She endured the nausea, praying this lecher would finish quickly and end the torment.
Su Rui groaned in bliss, eyes alight with lust, mocking her. "Mu-shijie, your technique's so adorably amateur! First time's always like that—serve enough, and you'll get the hang of it!"
He reveled in her helpless despair, his cock grinding between the yielding mounds, waves of pleasure crashing over him.
His fingers twisted her nipple again, toying with varying pressure, making her body quiver uncontrollably—her sensitive responses threatening total collapse.
Mu Xueyi bit her lips raw, the searing heat on her chest and stinging pain in her nipples weaving unbearable torment.
Her inner sea churned with fury and helplessness, but she pressed on, her snowy breasts heaving violently under Su Rui's gaze, desperate for his release.
Su Rui's breaths grew ragged, his fiery rod fully sheathed in her tits, friction sending his soul into tremors of ecstasy.
As climax neared, he snarled with a grin, "Mu-shijie, if you don't want it splattered on that slutty face, clamp those tits tighter!"
Mu Xueyi's heart lurched, shame nearly breaking her, but unwilling to endure greater humiliation, she squeezed her breasts harder around the shaft. Her snowy chest heaved wildly in the frenzy, like a jade lotus battered by storm winds.
At last, Su Rui roared, unleashing in a torrent. Scorching semen splashed across her snowy bosom, the heat making her body convulse, tender skin nearly scalded.
Mu Xueyi slumped dazed to the ground, skirt in disarray, her proud breasts marred with humiliating stains. Her nipples, abused from the rough handling, flushed red with lingering sting and shame.
Were the men of the cultivation world to learn of this—the peerless top beauty, the icily aloof Mu Xueyi, kneeling in this hidden valley to titfuck a lecher with her magnificent breasts—their dao hearts would shatter, jaws dropping in shock!