Chapter 44: Magnolia's Fall, the Virgin's Blood
“What a slut! Laozi’s about to cum too—take it all!”
Su Rui let out a low roar, his waist thrusting forward savagely as his scalding, thick seed erupted like a flood, pouring deep into Yu Wan'ning's rear passage.
In an instant, her body—already lost in the afterglow of climax—shuddered violently once more. Her fragrant tongue lolled out unconsciously, her almond eyes rolled back, and her snow-white form convulsed endlessly, as if her mind had been utterly shattered by the pinnacle of ecstasy. Finally, she went limp and fainted dead away.
“Useless bitch—fainted from just laozi’s fucking?”
Su Rui sneered, slowly withdrawing his cock, slick with nectar and semen. The pink, stretched-to-its-limit rear entrance clenched shut at an astonishing speed, its delicate folds quivering faintly, as if reluctant to let him go.
His burning gaze roamed freely over Yu Wan'ning's sprawled jade body on the couch, and he taunted, “Yu Wan'ning, this asshole of yours was truly made for laozi— so tight it’s fucking addictive!”
Seeing her tongue half-protruded, eyes rolled back in a dazed stupor—like a crimson magnolia ravaged to its utmost—Su Rui grinned ferociously and delivered another slap to her swollen, reddened cheeks. “Look at you, fucked out of your mind by laozi. If your precious disciple Lu Ze saw this slutty state, his dao heart would shatter on the spot!”
“Lu Ze...”
At the name, a flicker of clarity struggled through Yu Wan'ning's haze.
She forced her aching body to prop itself up, tears glistening in her almond eyes as she pleaded sobbingly, “Isn’t... that enough? Please... let him go...”
Su Rui gently stroked her pale cheek, his fingertip feigning tenderness. “Of course. You’ve been so obedient—how could laozi keep tormenting your darling disciple? But remind him: if he dares provoke laozi again, even if laozi fucks this exquisite body of yours to pieces, it won’t save his worthless life.”
Yu Wan'ning bit her ruby lip, head bowed in despair. “I... understand...”
Her gaze fell on the tattered crimson gown clinging to her. Once magnificent, the fabric now barely covered her, exposing the spring light at her chest and the swelling on her rear—like her own shattered dignity.
She turned away, retrieving a moon-white gauze dress from her storage pouch and hastily slipping it on.
Her slender hands trembled as she tied the sash. The moment the soft silk draped over her skin, a sharp sting radiated from her swollen cheeks.
Every subtle friction of the fabric revived those brutal memories—the slaps of his palm, the pain of his savage thrusts—now sharper and more vivid beneath the new garment.
But what shamed her more than the bodily ache was the deep, satisfied pleasure in her core.
Yu Wan'ning drew a deep breath, steadying herself forcibly, ready to act as if nothing had happened and lead Lu Ze away.
She staggered toward the cave mouth, where Lu Ze still lay in his spot. The blood at his severed right arm had dried, his breath faint, the restraint still locking his spiritual power like iron shackles.
Her heart ached. Turning to Su Rui, who sauntered out behind her, she trembled, “Release his restraint!”
Su Rui chuckled lightly, snapping his fingers carelessly. The restraint vanished in response, and Lu Ze's body relaxed instantly.
Yu Wan'ning hurried forward to help him up, only for Lu Ze to shove her away viciously with his remaining left hand. “Don’t touch me—you’re filthy.”
His voice was ice-cold, slicing through her heart like a blade.
Yu Wan'ning froze in place, her face draining of color. “Lu Ze... how... how can you say that?”
Lu Ze jerked his head up, eyes blazing with twisted fury. Gnashing his teeth, he spat, “You’re asking me what’s wrong? Weren’t you moaning like a whore? I heard every one of those self-debasing words loud and clear! Is this my pure, immaculate master?”
The words struck like thunder. Yu Wan'ning's body quaked. “You... you heard everything? That’s impossible...”
She had set a restraint!
In a flash, realization dawned. Her almond eyes turned hatefully to Su Rui, but before she could accuse him, Lu Ze's tirade crashed down again. “Yu Wan'ning, I never imagined you were such a cheap slut!”
Gazing at this disciple who once revered her, now filled with raw contempt—his face contorted—it tore her heart to shreds.
Tears spilled from Yu Wan'ning's eyes. Trembling, she said, “No... it’s not like that, Lu Ze. Let me explain...”
“Explain what?”
Lu Ze bellowed, “You let that pervert fuck your ass and screamed like a bitch in heat! What’s left to explain? I idolized you as a goddess—ptui! You’re just a shameless whore!”
Yu Wan'ning reeled, strength draining from her as she sobbed uncontrollably. “Lu Ze, I... I did it all for you...”
“Enough!”
Hatred flooded Lu Ze's eyes. He jabbed his left hand at her. “From this day, our master-disciple bond is severed—over!”
“No...”
Yu Wan'ning's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground.
She covered her face, weeping endlessly, tears streaming through her fingers.
Her raven hair hung in disarray, veiling her ashen, paper-white features.
She was now like a magnolia battered by storm—pitifully beautiful, utterly broken.
Lu Ze staggered to his feet, pointing at Yu Wan'ning and Su Rui, roaring hoarsely, “Just you wait! I’ll tell the whole sect—the entire cultivation world—about your filthy deeds! You’ll be ruined!”
His bloodshot eyes fixed on Su Rui. “Especially you!”
A faint, imperceptible cold smirk tugged at Su Rui's lips. He always believed true strength lay in calm.
Those devoured by rage never lasted long—like this hysterical youth, each shout pushing him deeper into irredeemable doom.
After all, among the three, Lu Ze was the weakest.
Either Su Rui or Yu Wan'ning could end him with a flick.
To vent hatred, one needed at least the capital to survive.
Failing that, death was deserved.
Su Rui drawled leisurely, “Yu Wan'ning, hear that? Your disciple hates you to the bone. Laozi doesn’t care, but if you let him go, your lofty fairy image will crumble to dust.”
Lu Ze sneered at her words, taunting Yu Wan'ning. “What, gonna silence me? Do it if you dare!”
Yu Wan'ning shook her head frantically, tears falling like beads. “No, Lu Ze... how could I... kill you?”
Lu Ze roared, “Stop pretending! Your dog master orders it, and you bitch obey?”
Her heart twisted like a knife. Trembling, she cried, “Lu Ze, I... I did it to save your life! How can you... say such cruel things?”
Lu Ze laughed bitterly, pointing at Su Rui. “For me? Then kill Su Rui! Not spread your legs and moan like a bitch!”
Su Rui sneered, stepping close to Yu Wan'ning and laying a hand on her fragrant shoulder. A thread of inky demonic qi seeped into her, stirring her deepest dark urges.
“Words are pointless. Yu Wan'ning, let him go, and the cultivation world will spit on you forever—no redemption.”
Her body shuddered violently.
Under the demonic qi's pull, horrific visions flooded her mind: sect mates branding her “bitch,” scorned by all, even her father casting her out coldly. No place left in the world.
“No... I’m not... I’m not a bitch...”
She clutched her face, sobbing brokenly.
Su Rui's eyes gleamed viciously. He offered a spirit sword, its blade shimmering with cold light, and cooed, “Kill him, and you remain the exalted, admired Sword Sect fairy.”
Yu Wan'ning took the sword, her slender hand shaking uncontrollably.
She looked at Lu Ze's furious, twisted face, a flicker of conflicted killing intent in her eyes, her heart in agony.
Lu Ze threw his head back and laughed wildly. “Kill me, Yu Wan'ning—what then? You can’t erase that you’re a bitch! You cheap slut!!”
Those words were the final straw, igniting her killing intent fully.
Truth be told, had Lu Ze shown even a hint of weakness or begged, even with the demonic qi, she wouldn’t have struck.
But such insults pulverized her last shred of dignity—she could endure no more.
She closed her eyes, turning away. As tears fell, the spirit sword, guided by spiritual power, flashed as cold light, piercing Lu Ze's chest in an instant.
Blood gushed out. Lu Ze had no time to cry out, collapsing with hatred in his eyes, breath gone.
Yu Wan'ning slumped to the ground, raven hair veiling her vacant, soulless face—as if that sword had not only slain her disciple but drained her own soul.
Su Rui drew her gently into his arms, his voice low and seductive. “No need for guilt. He didn’t understand your sacrifice and insulted your dignity—he was never worthy.”
Yu Wan'ning let out a desolate laugh. “Worthy... does it matter now? Inside and out, I’m... already warped beyond repair.”
Su Rui's fingers trailed her snowy neck, brushing her crimson nipple, making her quiver. He whispered, “Warped? So what? Laozi loves you like this—every hidden inch of your body, every struggle of your soul, it obsesses me. Only I can accept all of you.”
A bitter smile crossed Yu Wan'ning's face. “You... just want to humiliate me...”
Su Rui's fingertip grazed her trembling lips, his tone tenderly moving. “Wrong. I want to give you ultimate pleasure, make you forget all pain.”
His finger probed her still-swollen rear, its hundredfold sensitivity lingering—a mere touch sent ecstasy crashing through her brain, her body trembling.
He leaned to her ear, murmuring, “Want it?”
His hot breath tickled her lobe, sending tingles.
“...Yes!”
Yu Wan'ning's eyes glazed with lust. Her slender hands undid her gauze dress, obediently bending over beside Lu Ze's corpse. She raised her peerless plump rear high, cheeks full as the moon, pink rear quivering invitingly.
Su Rui's tongue flicked his lips, a smug glint in his eyes.
Even before bringing Lu Ze back, he had foreseen this exquisite step—forcing Yu Wan'ning to kill him herself, dooming her to sin's abyss.
It unfolded even smoother than planned.
He owed thanks to Lu Ze's unyielding temper; otherwise, he'd have had to puppet her nascent soul forcibly.
Not like now—wide awake, ending her disciple's life with her own hand.
Lu Ze's stubbornness, the demonic qi's lure, and her buried dark impulse—these threads wove the net plunging her into endless depths.
Su Rui grinned wickedly at the offered rear. His massive cock hardened again, head pressing her rear before slamming in!
“Ah—!”
Yu Wan'ning shuddered wildly, tender flesh clamping the shaft. Pleasure surged like tides, her throat spilling shrill moans. “So... so full... so good... harder... fuck me harder...”
Su Rui pounded mercilessly, impacts echoing, rear flesh rippling in waves. Nectar dripped from her cleft, the air thick with lewd musk.
She twisted her waist instinctively, meeting his thrusts. In hundreds of strokes, she crested multiple climaxes.
Ultimate bliss drowned her; guilt over Lu Ze faded into pleasure.
Suddenly, Su Rui halted, his huge root buried deep. He chuckled, “Yu Wan'ning, laozi’s fucked your ass into bloom. Why not offer this virgin pussy too? Do it willingly, and forget all pain in utter ecstasy.”
Yu Wan'ning gasped weakly, tears falling, eyes vacant and hazy.
Lu Ze's death, her dao heart's collapse, Su Rui's temptations—like poison eroding her will.
She murmured, “Release... can I... be released...?”
Resolving, she lay back on the ground, parting her snowy legs to reveal her tight, glistening jade petal single line. The pink slit shimmered transparently, fatally tempting.
Trembling, she said, “I... give it to you... please... make me forget everything...”
Su Rui's lust blazed. Watching her offer her maiden core—even unfucked—it thrilled his soul.
He grinned savagely. “Rest assured, laozi’ll give you pleasure beyond ass-fucking!”
His massive root pressed the tight slit, head squeezing in until it met the pure barrier.
Su Rui thrust forward, piercing it outright. Virgin blood surged; Yu Wan'ning cried out in pain, “Ah—!”
Then came overwhelming ecstasy.
The impossibly tight pussy suckled his shaft like countless alluring flesh, delivering maddening tingles.
Su Rui ravaged without mercy, lewd squelches unending. Nectar and blood mingled, staining the ground in mottled patterns.
Yu Wan'ning's eyes glazed, throat spilling sobbing moans. “So... so deep... too... too good...”
Suddenly, her jade arms wrapped his neck, ruby lips trembling against his. Her tongue invaded proactively, kissing desperately in abject surrender. “Kiss me... please... kiss me...”
Su Rui chuckled into her fervent kiss, tongue plundering her sweetness. His huge root hammered on, stretching her pussy to extremes, juices squirting, tides endless.
He scooped her up, her legs wrapping his waist. Standing, he plunged deeper, hitting her soul.
“Ah... cumming... gonna cum again...”
Yu Wan'ning wailed lewdly, plump rear grinding instinctively, cheeks rippling obscenely.
Su Rui's hands kneaded her quivering snowy breasts, fingers tweaking crimson tips, making her quake, tits bouncing wildly, moans peaking. “No... not there... too sensitive... aaah...”
His fingers toyed the proud peaks—shaping them lewdly, flicking nipples—driving her pussy to spasm, juices fountaining in endless squirts.
“Yu Wan'ning, these tits are top-tier too—laozi loves playing with them!”
Su Rui grinned, slamming deep into her core. Demonic qi surged, sensitivity exploding again.
Yu Wan'ning shattered utterly, eyes rolling, tongue lolling, wailing, “Aaaah... little bitch... gonna die... tits... pussy... all yours... fuck me to death...”
Su Rui roared with laughter, carrying her around the cave, thrusting with each step—deepest penetration, juices splashing, tits and ass waving in lewd symphony, the scene utterly debauched.
Yu Wan'ning climaxed endlessly, body melting in his arms, tears and nectar mingling as she drowned in this abyss of ecstasy, briefly forgetting all pain and pride.