Chapter 20: Withered Magnolia: Ravaged in the Lewd Grotto
Semen still clung to Su Rui's massive cock, not yet fully dried. He looked down at Yu Wan'ning, a wicked, unrestrained smirk curling his lips. "Senior Sister Yu, that little mouth of yours is so damn seductive—why don't you lick the cum off laozi's dragon root nice and clean?"
Yu Wan'ning's almond eyes were numb, her delicate body bending forward involuntarily. Her cherry lips trembled as she once more engulfed that ferocious monstrosity.
Her tongue tip was forced to lap at it, her warm, soft mouth enveloping the glans, meticulously cleaning every trace of the foul, sticky fluid.
Her movements were mechanical and obedient, but her gaze was vacant as dead ashes—like a puppet under control. Only the low whimpers from her throat betrayed the humiliation churning in her heart.
When she finished, she released her lips, a glistening strand of viscous silk trailing from the corner of her mouth—obscene and piercing.
She lowered her eyelids, unwilling to glance again at the brutal thing that had shamed her to the brink of death.
Su Rui's smirk widened. He drawled leisurely, "Alright, Senior Sister Yu, laozi's had his fun now. The seal at the cave mouth is lifted too—you can go. Oh, and give my regards to that Nascent Soul daddy of yours. Mention how laozi fucked your little asshole into bloom, had you moaning nonstop—if you can bring yourself to say it, you little slut."
His right hand toyed with the Forbidden God Pearl, the pitch-black orb gleaming with chilling demonic light. A golden nascent soul aura flickered faintly within.
Watching the pearl roll casually between his fingers—like some cheap marble toy, flippant and profane—Yu Wan'ning ground her teeth until her lips bled. Hatred blazed in her almond eyes like knives, but bone-deep despair crushed it flat.
The Forbidden God Pearl shackled half her nascent soul, a chain heavier than mountains, binding every possibility of resistance.
The moment even a flicker of hostile thought toward Su Rui arose, the remnant soul fragment within her would stab like ten thousand needles, agony shuddering through her very spirit.
A choked sob escaped her throat. All her seething hatred dissolved into that single, pitiful cry—like a magnolia crushed and wilting in this den of depravity.
She didn't spare Su Rui another glance. She only wanted to flee this filthy place, return home, weep her heart out, and scour away the defilement staining her soul.
But after just a few steps, her body stiffened. She whirled back, snarling coldly, "Release the spiritual power seal on me!"
Su Rui toyed with her deliberately. "Beg me, and laozi will."
Yu Wan'ning's pretty face twisted in fury. "If you want me to bow my head, just control me like before and make me say it! But get me to voluntarily submit to a lecherous thug like you? Dream on!"
With that, she swallowed her humiliation and strode toward the cave mouth, her voice trembling yet defiant. "Worst case, I'll go out like this—let everyone see me in this state. They'll know I've been violated! My nascent soul's under your control, so I can't tattle to Father—but if this blows up, Father—Bai Yu Zhenren—will trace it right back to you!"
Su Rui couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Heh heh, Senior Sister Yu, you really think laozi fears your old man? A mere late-stage Nascent Soul—can't touch me!"
As he spoke, his eyes burned with world-defying arrogance. Yu Wan'ning's body quivered—this bastard truly feared her father not one bit.
Did she really have to go out like this?
Her delicate frame trembled lightly, the crimson rainbow skirt unable to hide the ravaged mess of her lower garments.
Her pride was sky-high—she'd sooner die than let others see her in such humiliation, let alone have the sect learn she'd been defiled by a lecher.
But begging him—this violator—for mercy? Absolutely impossible!
For a moment, she stood frozen, trapped between advance and retreat, tears silently tracing down her cheeks.
Su Rui's wicked grin deepened. "What's this? Weren't you so stubborn before? Now you're worried about your face? So what if they see—just let 'em. Or is it that fragile pride of yours acting up?"
Tears streamed down Yu Wan'ning's face, her voice choked. "You devil! Why humiliate me like this? You've already ruined my purity—do you want the world laughing at me too?"
"Laozi just wants you to bow your head." Su Rui sneered coldly.
"You could control me!" She gnashed her teeth, her slender hands clenched tight, nails digging bloody crescents into her palms.
"Laozi wants it willing!" Su Rui didn't yield an inch.
Yu Wan'ning's heart turned to ash, self-abandonment surging. "Fine—I beg you, I beg you, alright?!"
She finally understood: before this lecher, she was doomed to be the prey plundered. Stubbornness was just self-inflicted torment.
"That's more like it."
Su Rui licked his lips, triumphant pleasure flooding him like a tide.
Between his fingers, pitch-black demonic flames kindled silently—like serpents flicking tongues, carrying a chill aura. They shot straight into Yu Wan'ning's body.
The flames wove like threads, instantly shattering the invisible shackles binding her spiritual power.
Yu Wan'ning shuddered as her spiritual energy revived like a babbling brook, surging back fiercely. Her meridians thrummed with renewed life.
She hurriedly delved into her storage pouch, pulling out a moon-white rainbow gown and swiftly changing. The skirt's hem flowed like drifting clouds, concealing the ravished marks on her lower body.
Su Rui's gaze burned hot, raking over her new moon-white gown. He grinned ferociously. "Nice new threads—elegant and moon-pale, a different flavor. Ripping 'em open to fuck would be pure ecstasy!"
Yu Wan'ning had no strength left to tangle with Su Rui. Dressed, she fled with boundless humiliation and hatred, transforming into a streak of escaping light. She vanished into the vast mists shrouding Heaven Sword Peak.
"Next up—time for business."
Watching her depart, Su Rui reined in his signature smirk. His eyes swept his newly carved cave abode.
The cliff walls were rough-hewn, spiritual energy thick as mist yet wild as an untamed stallion, flowing unchecked.
This crude setup fell far short of the grand, mysteriously layered "dream cave" in his mind.
He rubbed his chin, murmuring, "Heaven Sword Peak's spiritual energy is way denser than Sword Guard Peak's. Set it up right, and cultivating here will double the results with half the effort."
As he muttered, he flicked his fingers. Black demonic flames rose from his palm, morphing into countless serpent-like glimmers that slithered across the cave walls.
Where the flames passed, rough stone smoothed into spiritual patterns, faintly outlining profound array diagrams. Spiritual energy swirled, the cavern aglow like budding stars.
With a thought, several night-luminescent pearls flew from his storage pouch, embedding in the walls. Their eerie glow intertwined with the energy, rendering the cave serene yet sinister.
"Still needs seals."
Su Rui's expression turned unprecedentedly focused. He raised his hands abruptly, forming one dizzyingly complex mudra after another.
This time, it wasn't the flimsy entrance seal he'd used to toy with and imprison Yu Wan'ning—but a true guardian array for his path!
Demonic qi roiled around him. Countless shadowy runes materialized from the void, vanishing into the walls like crows returning to roost.
The entire cave quivered faintly. Spiritual energy grew heavy as mercury; visible dark ripples warped the air, as if space itself were utterly sealed.
Three drops of his vital essence blood fused into the array's core. The seal fully formed.
A heart-chilling pressure spread. Even the pearls' glow distorted. The cave became a self-contained netherworld domain, severed from the outside.
This array was the Nine Nether Nether Domain Array—the pinnacle formation of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art's fourth layer!
At his False Infant cultivation, fully powered, even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't breach it!
Even a Deity Transformation expert would struggle short-term.
Su Rui nodded in satisfaction. Riding the dark urges vented on Yu Wan'ning, his inner demonic flames surged. He began secluded cultivation.
This time—no Nascent Soul, no leaving...
Su Rui suddenly recalled: in seven days, it was Lin Hao and Liu Qingwan's wedding.
His lips curled into a malicious, predatory grin.
Lin Hao had invited him personally—how could he decline to honor the happy couple with a "grand gift"?