Boudoir Humiliation, the Fairy's Icy Heart
Within the quiet chamber, the Spirit Jade Tempering Bed emitted a soft fluorescent glow, spiritual energy flowing like a gentle spring, nourishing the slumbering Li Chengxuan on the bed.
His face was pallid, his breath faint, like a husk drained of all vitality.
Mu Xueyi's slender hand gently caressed his forehead, spiritual light swirling at her fingertips as she slowly infused a strand of soul-nourishing elixir into his body.
A flicker of tenderness and pain flashed in her peach-blossom eyes, her movements as delicate as if she were cradling a fragile treasure.
"Heh heh, Master, you're really going all out to tend to this waste, huh? Even using something as precious as Soul-Nourishing Elixir. Too bad, with this fool's state, no amount of it can fill the void in his missing soul."
A grating, lewd cackle echoed from behind, laced with undisguised mockery and malice, shattering the chamber's serenity.
Mu Xueyi didn't need to turn around to know her lecherous disciple had barged in.
The wards outside the chamber were worthless to him—he strode in brazenly without so much as a ripple in the spiritual energy, as if mocking the feebleness of her barriers.
Mu Xueyi suppressed the disgust churning in her heart and turned, fixing Su Rui with a cold stare. "You're not practicing your sword outside—why barge in here?"
Su Rui sneered, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Master, you know damn well I didn't come here to practice swordplay today. Why spout such pointless bullshit? Let laozi have my fun with you properly, and I'll return one of Li Chengxuan's soul shards."
He paused, his gaze shifting to the comatose Li Chengxuan on the bed, sneering. "If this broken body fuses another shard, he might recover to the wits of a five-year-old—at least he won't chase a butterfly and face-plant into the mud like before."
At those words, Mu Xueyi's cold gaze locked onto him, frost gathering in her peach-blossom eyes. "What do you want this time?"
Su Rui licked his lips, his eyes burning with raw desire, utterly shameless. "Laozi wants to fuck your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole and fill your womb to the brim!"
Mu Xueyi's heart jolted, a familiar wave of humiliation crashing over her.
She had anticipated this lecher's visit meant toying with her, but such crude, blatant filth still twisted her gut.
She drew a deep breath, forcing her emotions steady, her voice like an icy spring. "If you're coming, then come."
Amusement flared brighter in Su Rui's eyes, his tone teasing. "Master, you're so straightforward. Since you're all prepped, hurry up and strip bare!"
Mu Xueyi's brows furrowed slightly, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the sleeping Li Chengxuan on the bed, a sigh rising in her heart.
She hesitated no longer, her slender fingers deftly untying the sash of her moon-white Flowing Immortal Skirt, shedding it without a hint of coyness.
The gossamer-thin fabric slid away like a cascade of clear spring water, revealing her flawless nude form.
Her skin gleamed like polished sheep-fat jade, lustrous and translucent, bathed in the bed's soft glow.
Her full, heaving breasts stood proud, pink tips budding like fresh cherry blossoms; her waist was slender enough to span with two hands, her peach-like rear curved in a breathtaking arc, plump and pert.
Between her thighs, that White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole was pristine and bald, its tight slit a tantalizing pink crevice that made Su Rui's throat bob, his massive cock straining against his pants, throbbing painfully with bulging veins.
He chuckled low, his voice dripping sleaze. "Fuck, so goddamn beautiful! Big tits, tiny waist, long legs, fat juicy ass! Master, everything in the world pales next to that slutty body of yours!"
Mu Xueyi closed her eyes. "Get on with it. No more talk."
Her voice was eerily calm, almost numb, but the faint tremble in her frame betrayed her lack of composure.
Su Rui cackled wickedly, a savage glint in his eyes. "Change of venue—laozi's gonna fuck you in your boudoir, leave my scent all over it."
Relief flickered in Mu Xueyi's heart; avoiding humiliation before Li Chengxuan was the best she could hope for.
She bent to retrieve her discarded skirt, intending to drape it back on, but Su Rui barked, "Don't you dare put it on!"
Her body stiffened, head snapping up, a flash of anger in her peach-blossom eyes.
The path from chamber to boudoir was short but crossed the outer hall—parading naked risked encountering disciples practicing swordplay there.
Using spiritual power... no, that was exactly what this lecher wanted, to shame her by forcing exposure under prying eyes.
"Don't even think about using spells to cover up!"
Su Rui sneered, eyes alight with mischief. "Laozi wants you stark naked the whole way—and no running. Walk slow, step by step, so laozi can savor that slutty body swaying!"
Mu Xueyi cursed inwardly; as expected, this fiend aimed to degrade her, trampling her dignity as master.
But what choice did she have but to obey?
Swallowing her humiliation and unease, she straightened her back and stepped out of the chamber nude.
Her snow-white body bared to the sunlight, full breasts jiggling softly with each step, nipples perking in the air; her peach rear swayed gently, ripples of assflesh mesmerizing.
Her expression remained icy as frost, brows etched with stubborn pride, as if to cloak her inner shame.
Su Rui trailed her, eyes ravenous, devouring the hypnotic sway of her peach-like ass.
Hers lacked Yu Wan'ning's full-moon plumpness but boasted perfect, flowing curves that stole the breath.
Yu Wan'ning's round cheeks suited brutal pounding; Mu Xueyi's peach ass begged delicate savoring, each sway stoking the fire in his loins.
He licked his parched lips, chuckling. "Heh heh, Master, that ass wiggle is so fucking tempting! Laozi could pin you down and ravage you right here!"
Mu Xueyi ignored the filthy barrage, her pace quickening unconsciously; as her pale legs crossed, her hidden steamed bun mound peeked teasingly, its pink slit glistening in the sun, making Su Rui's throat tighten, cock aching to burst.
Though forbidden spiritual power by Su Rui's rules, Mu Xueyi swept her divine sense outward: Qin Zhe was gone from Flowing Cloud Subpeak, only Yun Zhixun still practiced at the sword field.
The field wasn't far—if Yun Zhixun wandered over on a whim, powerless as she was, she'd be caught red-handed.
She prayed silently for Yun Zhixun to stay put, lest her master's authority crumble utterly.
Fortune favored her; Yun Zhixun drilled diligently. Mu Xueyi slipped into her boudoir, shoving open the carved wooden door into the familiar elegant space, exhaling in relief as tension eased from her frame.
The short path had felt an eternity, a torturous trek.
But she'd made it unscathed.
Mu Xueyi's boudoir was refined yet tinged with girlish whimsy.
A white jade screen bore faint purple spirit flowers; a corner held a lifelike snow fox spirit beast statue.
The bed was draped in snowy fox fur, wafting faint fragrance that mingled with her own scent, soothing the soul.
Su Rui glanced around, smirking. "Heh heh, who'd guess the Cultivation World's top beauty has such a girly boudoir? Oh, a snow fox statue? Word is all female cultivators love these cute things—didn't peg Master for the type. Got a soft spot for fluffy toys in private?"
Mu Xueyi's cheeks flushed faintly, shooting him a bashful, annoyed glare, voice glacial. "Shut your mouth! Do what you want and be quick about it!"
Su Rui closed in, snatching a dangling lock of her raven hair and inhaling deeply, teasing. "What, Master so eager already? Makes sense—after tasting laozi's huge cock, that White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole of yours must be drooling for more."
Mu Xueyi offered no retort to the obscenities, merely staring in disgust, her peach-blossom eyes frozen.
That loathing gaze only fueled Su Rui's arousal; soon he'd fuck the coldness right off her, make her beg—though impossible, she was Mu Xueyi after all.
Su Rui lounged on the boudoir's soft couch, freeing his pants to unleash the monstrous cock that claimed her virginity, grinning lewdly. "Master, before laozi fucks you, warm me up first—use your hands and those fat tits to serve laozi's dragon root!"
A flicker of conflict crossed Mu Xueyi's stunning face, but she knew swift compliance meant quicker release, reclaiming Li Chengxuan's soul shard.
Grinding her teeth, she approached slowly, trembling fingers wrapping the scorching shaft; the rigid heat sent shame shuddering through her.
Forcing stoicism, she stroked up and down, fingertips tracing bulging veins, drawing a husky groan from Su Rui. "Not bad, Master—you're getting skilled. Feels fucking great!"
Su Rui savored it eyes half-lidded, his meat pulsing hotter, tip weeping crystal precum.
He licked his lips, leering. "Master, time for those tits!"
Mu Xueyi's face blank, she hefted her massive breasts to clamp the huge shaft—but Su Rui halted her. "Hold up! Before you titfuck, let laozi suck those premium udders first!"
Mu Xueyi clenched her teeth, choking down humiliation, cupping her full breasts to offer a pink nipple to his mouth.
The bud was tender pink atop snowy flesh, faintly sweet-scented.
Su Rui laughed obscenely, engulfing the left nipple, tongue swirling maliciously, sucking hard as if to draw milk, wet slurps echoing lewdly.
Mu Xueyi quivered, fingers clenching involuntarily, battling the illicit tingles, stifling involuntary moans.
"Fucking delicious! If only I could milk you for real!"
Su Rui pulled back, grinning. "Master, laozi'll flood your womb later—don't flush the cum with spiritual power after. How about bearing laozi a daughter as pretty as you?"
Mu Xueyi's face froze; the thought of this fiend's child in her belly sent chills racing up her spine, hairs standing on end.
"In your dreams! Finish your business and get out!" she snapped icily.
Su Rui cackled, mischief peaking. "What's the rush? Laozi wants the other tit—bring it yourself!"
He reclined lazily, aura domineering, reveling in her degradation.
Mu Xueyi gritted her teeth, shoving down fury, offering the right nipple.
Su Rui dove in unceremoniously, nibbling and laving, hardening the bud to vivid pink under his assault.
After a spell, he lifted his head, grinning savagely. "Master, hold those fat tits and squeeze the nipples together—laozi's eating both at once!"
Humiliation surged; only her ample chest made it feasible.
Swallowing rage, she cupped her overflowing breasts, mashing them till flesh bulged between fingers, twin pink tips mashed together at his lips.
Su Rui thrilled, mouth engulfing both, tongue thrashing wildly, slurps resounding obscenely through the boudoir.
Mu Xueyi battled the traitorous sensations, eyes icy, but a betraying blush crept over her cheeks.