Bridal Chamber Lament: Qingwan's Tearful Farewell
That single "sorry," like a breeze brushing through the deathly silent ancestral hall, made Su Rui's flying sword halt mid-air as it thrust toward Liu Qingwan, the blade tip quivering faintly.
His gaze lingered for a moment on her tear-streaked face, blood and tears mingling, her phoenix crown askew, the red wedding gown soaked through with blood. The once pure and lovely features were now etched with despair—and a trace of inexplicable tenderness.
Complex emotions flashed in Su Rui's eyes. He gnashed his teeth and roared, "At this point, what the hell are you apologizing for?!"
With a sudden jerk, he redirected the flying sword. Sword light roared like a black dragon, wrapped in surging demonic flames, unleashing the terrifying might of the Nascent Soul stage toward one side of the hall.
A thunderous boom shook the heavens and earth. The entire ancestral hall trembled violently, stone walls crumbling instantly into dust. The ground split open into a chasm dozens of zhang long, dirt and rocks flying everywhere. Red silk banners and joyful characters were devoured by the demonic flames, reduced to ashes.
Spiritual energy within a hundred zhang radius was thrown into chaos by the sword qi, the air twisting as a storm faintly formed. Even the stream outside the village reversed course under the shockwave, surging skyward!
This strike's power far surpassed the sword lights that had slain Xiao Yunting and Lin Hao, fully displaying the heaven-shattering, earth-destroying dominance of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Liu Qingwan stared dazedly at Su Rui, complex light flickering in her autumn-water eyes—grief, regret. In a soft voice, she said, "Su Rui... it seems you're not as indifferent toward me as you claimed."
Her voice was hoarse, laced with probing and self-mockery, as if testing the flicker of tenderness he hadn't yet extinguished in his heart.
Su Rui shot her a cold glance, his eyes like knives. They flicked toward the bridal chamber at the center of the hall, and he said icily, "Want to live? Then get your ass in here!"
He strode toward the bridal chamber, his green robe billowing in the bloody light, his back exuding unquestionable dominance and murderous fury.
Liu Qingwan hesitated for a moment, her gaze falling on Lin Hao's headless corpse. The joyful robes were stained with blood; the once dashing man was now just a cold, broken husk.
She let out a soft sigh, her heart a tumult of disappointment, sorrow, and memories of their childhood affection.
In the end, she suppressed her emotions and followed slowly, the red wedding gown trailing on the ground, smeared with blood, as if narrating her humiliation and lack of retreat.
Inside the bridal chamber, red candles flickered, joyful characters plastered on the walls. The ambiguous warm glow mingled with the scent of blood, creating a bizarrely bewitching atmosphere.
Su Rui sprawled brazenly on the wedding bed, pants open, exposing his ferocious, massive cock—veins bulging, glans swollen and angry, radiating an intense masculine scent.
Su Rui commanded coldly, "Come here and suck it!"
Liu Qingwan's eyes widened abruptly at the sight of that monstrous thing, stunned by its intimidating size and savage shape.
Su Rui eyed her sidelong, a wicked, savage grin curling his lips. Teasingly, he said, "What, scared? You never did this for that waste Lin Hao?"
Liu Qingwan's pretty face paled. Biting her lip, she whispered, "N-no... we haven't consummated yet."
Her voice trembled with shyness and humiliation, her eyes swirling with complex feelings—relief at not having been intimate with Lin Hao, sorrow at the impending degradation.
Su Rui snorted coldly, his gaze like a blade. "Don't care about that crap! Get over here and suck it! If laozi doesn't get satisfied, I'll kill you right now—rip out your soul and refine it!"
His tone was icy, carrying an irresistible pressure.
Liu Qingwan's heart jolted. Su Rui's earlier slaughter had been like a asura descending, already shattering her mental defenses.
Now, with emotions surging, she approached in self-abandonment, kneeling before him. Her red lips trembled as she took the scorching monster into her mouth.
Her movements were clumsy, tongue tentatively licking, warm mouth enveloping the glans—but the sheer size made it awkward.
Her lips stretched pale, crystalline saliva spilling from the corners, sliding down the shaft in obscene trails.
Her teeth occasionally grazed it with inexperienced awkwardness, tongue moving stiffly, trying to please but falling short.
Low moans escaped her throat—pain, shame—voice fragmented and quivering: "Mm... ngh..."
Su Rui frowned slightly. It didn't feel good. Though Yu Wan'ning's oral skills were also clumsy, her mouth was exquisitely beautiful, the perfect tool for fellatio. Liu Qingwan's was ordinary by comparison, and as a total novice, her service only frustrated him, his lust unquenched.
With a low growl, he yanked out his cock and slapped it hard across her face—pa!—a crisp sound leaving a red mark, sticky strands clinging to her lips, utterly lewd.
Su Rui snarled, "Can't even suck dick right! Lie on the bed, hike up your gown, and spread your pussy yourself!"
His voice mixed shame-fueled anger and savagery, eyes blazing with lust, intent on ravaging her completely.
Liu Qingwan pressed her lips together, humiliation and sorrow flashing in her eyes, her delicate body trembling faintly. But she didn't resist, obediently lying on the bed. Her slender hands shook as she lifted the bloodied red gown, revealing her pale lower body—sparse pubic hair framing it, the tender slit glistening faintly in the candlelight like a shy, budding flower.
Blushing deeply, she parted her legs, fingertips quivering as she spread the petals, exposing the translucent hymen guarding her virgin passage—pure and untouched, a faint wetness shimmering.
Compared to mortal women, this was a supreme immortal pussy. But in Su Rui's eyes, who'd fucked Mu Xueyi's white tiger steamed bun mound and toyed with Yu Wan'ning's jade petal single line, Liu Qingwan's was merely average—nothing special.
Su Rui's gaze was cold. Ignoring the dryness, he thrust in forcefully. The monster tore through the tight channel, making Liu Qingwan stifle a pained grunt, biting her lip until blood seeped out, her moans broken and trembling: "Ah... it hurts so much..."
Feeling the searing pain, she wrapped her arms around Su Rui proactively, slender hands around his neck, nails digging into his back—as if punishing herself with the pain, or commemorating their childhood bond through this humiliating union.
Su Rui pounded relentlessly, movements wild as a beast. He ripped open her gown, exposing her modestly full snow-white breasts—barely a handful, far from Mu Xueyi's fullness or Yu Wan'ning's perkiness.
He snorted coldly, showing no mercy, roughly kneading the tits until the tips swelled red and glossy. Liu Qingwan's moans grew urgent, laced with pain and shame: "Mm... ah... gentler..."
Her voice was like weeping, begging yet sinking deeper.
Su Rui switched positions, flipping her to the bed's edge, ass raised high. He slammed in from behind—pa pa pa!—the sounds echoing through the chamber, flesh slapping lewdly against her cries: "Ah... too deep... mm... Su Rui..."
Her hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white, sweat trailing down her pale back. The tattered red gown hung in shreds; in the flickering candlelight, her body's curves were fully bared.
Su Rui sneered, hoisting her legs over his shoulders, plunging deep into her core, jolting her body with each thrust, her moans fragmented and shrill: "Ah... mm... I can't take it..."
Her pussy gradually slickened, tight walls gripping his cock with wet gluck gluck sounds, utterly obscene.
The bed creaked incessantly. Under the candlelight, the chamber's lewdness and blood mingled into a bizarrely erotic tableau.
Finally, after who knew how many hours, he growled low, hips slamming forward. Scorching semen flooded her core like a torrent. Liu Qingwan shuddered, a long moan spilling from her throat: "Ah... mm..."
Tears glistened—pain, or perhaps release.
Afterward, Liu Qingwan lay limp on the bed, the ruined gown barely covering her snow-white body, red marks everywhere, sweat and semen mingling in a thick lewd scent.
She sighed softly, "Su Rui, kill me... If I live, the sect will investigate. I have no confidence I can hide it. Any slip, and they'll soul-search me—then you'll be exposed for sure."
Her voice was low, laced with despair and a trace of tenderness, as if drawing a period to their childhood affection.
Su Rui looked down coldly, flying sword hovering mid-air, demonic flames flickering, killing intent thick: "Don't need you to say it—I'll kill you anyway! Think getting fucked by laozi once makes me fond of you? With your looks, you're not worth changing laozi's mind!"
Chill light flashed in his eyes as he unleashed the sword straight at her throat.
Yet Liu Qingwan smiled faintly, her autumn eyes fixed on him, tears holding relief and affection—as if in this moment, she'd let go of all regrets, overlapping with the gentle boy from their youth.
Softly, she said, "I'm content now..."
That smile, like a flower wilting in the wind—poignant, resolute.
Su Rui's heart jolted. The sword stopped an inch from her throat, tip trembling, flames wavering, mirroring his inner turmoil.
Gnashing his teeth, anger and complexity warring in his eyes: "You bitch, acting all lovey-dovey?!"
He yanked back the sword abruptly, as if refusing to acknowledge that faint wavering.
Liu Qingwan gazed at him, a gentleness flashing in her eyes. With a soft sigh, "Su Rui, I don't know what made you so cruel... but deep down, you're still that gentle boy."
She sighed inwardly: Since you can't do it, I will.
Her jade hand flipped, summoning her own flying sword—light like water, carrying resolute sorrow—as it stabbed toward her snow-white neck.
In a flash, Su Rui's two fingers clamped like iron, precisely seizing the blade. It buzzed, halting half an inch from her throat.
His eyes blazed with fury, voice sinking like water: "Want to die? Not that easy! Laozi's not done playing—stick your ass up, laozi's dragon root is hard again!"
He flung the sword away violently. The blade pierced the chamber's stone wall, cracks spiderwebbing out. In the swaying candlelight, his figure loomed like a demon god, the savage monster under his green robe rearing once more.