Survival of the Fittest, Winner Takes All
“Let go!”
Mu Xueyi let out a sharp rebuke, her peach-blossom eyes flashing with icy menace as spiritual energy surged darkly around her. Her voice dripped with frigid fury: “Su Rui, don’t force my hand!”
Far from releasing her, Su Rui gripped her even tighter. “Master, you’re the one who ruined laozi’s fun first. You think you can just walk away without taking responsibility? As if the world works that way.”
“Hmph!”
A trace of icy scorn curled at Mu Xueyi’s lips, her gaze regarding him like the most hypocritical creature on earth. “When you were brazenly violating me without restraint, did you ever spare a thought for reason? I merely interrupted you once, and now you’re acting all high and mighty. How laughable!”
Those words ignited a spark of anger in Su Rui. He straightened, face stern. “That clever mouth of yours is still as sharp-tongued as ever! Looks like it needs taming!”
Before the words even faded, his arm flexed with explosive force. An irresistible power yanked at her, spinning Mu Xueyi’s world. In an instant, she was hauled ruthlessly into his embrace!
His scorching, masculine heat enveloped her at once. His other hand clamped like an iron vise at the nape of her vulnerable neck, forcing her to tilt up that peerlessly cold and exquisite face.
The next second, his burning lips crashed down with punitive force, sealing all her unfinished words and protests.
“Mmph…!”
Mu Xueyi’s pupils contracted sharply. The vast spiritual power of her Nascent Soul stage erupted without restraint!
A tremendous aura surged outward like a tsunami from her core, intent on blasting this insolent disciple—who dared profane her again—clear away.
Yet Su Rui’s body roiled with demonic qi, forming an invisible barrier that effortlessly nullified her full-powered struggles!
A triumphant smirk crossed his face as his tongue pried apart her clenched lips, thrusting deep with unyielding aggression. It ravaged her warm, soft mouth, sweeping through every corner.
The slick, searing sensation coiled like a nimble viper around her fleeing tongue, greedily devouring her crisp breath. Their lips and teeth meshed in a tangle, producing lewd, wet “smack smack” sounds that flushed the cheeks.
Shame and rage consumed Mu Xueyi. Her pearly teeth snapped down viciously, aiming to maim the intruder.
But just as her teeth grazed that rampaging tongue, a latent prohibition buried deep within her body activated. A brutal backlash jolted her jaw numb, sapping her strength. Despairingly, her vermilion lips parted wider, yielding to his ravenous, probing plunder—savoring every inch of her breath, every drop of sweetness on her tongue.
Just like that first night of violation, she lost all power to resist once more, reduced to passively enduring this bone-deep humiliation and ravishment.
Her soft tongue was ensnared, sucked relentlessly, compelled into a shameful duet—like twin spirit serpents intertwining in her humid cavern, melting together in liquid fusion.
After an eternity of near-suffocating depth, Su Rui finally released her lips with lingering reluctance. A glistening silver thread stretched between them, shimmering obscenely in the night pearl’s glow.
He licked his lips, savoring her taste, then fixed his gaze on Mu Xueyi’s peerless face—flushed with a captivating blush from utter mortification. In a low voice, he murmured: “Master, after all your cultivation, don’t tell me you still don’t grasp the world’s simplest law?”
He leaned in close, his hot breath grazing her sensitive earlobe and neck, sending shivers through her. “Survival of the fittest, winner takes all! All that talk of morals, propriety, shame… it’s just a cage the strong weave for the weak—a pathetic excuse losers cling to for comfort.”
His fingertip trailed down her jaw, then playfully lifted her chin. “The weak are always plunder for the strong to claim and dominate. That’s how it is between men and women! When a woman loses, she opens everything up… lets the man take whatever he wants.”
With that, he flung his arm. Mu Xueyi—limp and spiritually sealed by the prohibition—tumbled onto the couch.
The moment her back hit the surface, a wet, sticky chill seeped through her thin ice-blue gauze gown.
Yu Wan’ning’s love juices, now pressed intimately against her pristine immortal form, silently recounted the depraved lovemaking that had stained this place.
Mu Xueyi’s lithe body quivered faintly. Her peach-blossom eyes bored into Su Rui with unyielding defiance. “When… exactly did you plant that prohibition in me?”
Looming over her, Su Rui smirked down with smug arrogance. “Guess.”
In truth, the moment he’d seized her wrist—seemingly just to stop her from leaving—he’d stealthily implanted a spiritual seal deep in her meridians.
The prohibitions of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art were insidious and inescapable, viciously unpredictable. A single lapse, and one ended up helpless prey.
Su Rui’s towering frame descended, his solid chest nearly crushing her softness, pinning her between the couch and his searing body.
Ignoring her glacial stare, he dipped to kiss her cheek, murmuring: “Master, remember our bet in your sea of consciousness when you formed your infant? You lost—lost so easily. Do you know what that means?”
Mu Xueyi endured the humiliation of his lips on her cheek, retorting coldly: “Don’t twist the facts or change the terms! Our bet hinged on me first reclaiming all of Chengxuan’s soul shards—then facing you. That condition isn’t met. That skirmish was hasty; it doesn’t count!”
Su Rui smacked his lips. “Tch, fine, you’ve got a point. But no matter what, you ruined laozi’s good time today—that’s fact. You’ll answer for it. Remember this, my dear master: as the weaker side, you’ve got no right, no power to refuse laozi! Like I said, in the battle of men and women, when a woman loses, she spreads everything wide… lets the man take what he wants!”
Mu Xueyi glared at him with seething hatred, her beautiful eyes weaving fury and a veiled sorrow. But under the prohibition’s absolute suppression, even lifting a finger was impossible—let alone fighting back.
At last, she closed her eyes in apparent resignation. “If… you want to do it… then do it. It’s not… the first time anyway.”
Su Rui eyed her tragic surrender, a flicker of cunning calculation deep in his gaze.
Of course he knew: with Li Chengxuan freshly dead, forcing her now would backfire spectacularly, chilling her heart to the core—or even driving her mad.
His goal today wasn’t true consummation. It was psychological siege—chipping away at her defenses, branding his shadow deeper amid her shame and helplessness, acclimating her to his “dominance.”
Su Rui chuckled lowly, pinching her chin to force her eyes open to him. His tone dripped with mocking mercy: “Seeing how pitiful you look, Master, laozi will be magnanimous today. No fucking you. But…”
His words shifted as his fingertip teasingly traced her abdomen, hovering above her secret triangle. Eyes blazing, he continued: “You’ll help laozi get out the load that didn’t make it into Yu Wan’ning’s hole because of your interruption.”
Mu Xueyi fell silent, but her peach-blossom eyes bored into him coldly.
Su Rui was long used to her icy glares; if anything, they stoked his wicked urge to torment her more.
“Heh heh…”
Grinning ferally, he gripped her waist and effortlessly hauled her soft, fragrant form up to straddle him face-to-face.
With deft motions, he unlaced his pants, seized one of her bone-chilling slender hands, and forced it onto his raging, swollen cock.
The blistering heat and monstrous girth scorched her palm.
Her delicate hand trembled faintly atop the shaft—motionless, yet not withdrawing at once.
“Move it! Don’t play dead fish!”
Su Rui growled impatiently, his words crude and menacing: “Or laozi’ll switch holes—fuck your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole and pop your virgin asshole while I’m at it!”
At those words, Mu Xueyi bit her lower lip hard.
Finally, in humiliated defeat, she began to stroke—gripping the searing monstrosity, pumping up and down.
“Fuck, yeah!”
Su Rui threw his head back in a satisfied groan.
No other woman could match this: Mu Xueyi’s mere handjob sent soul-shaking ecstasy rippling through him.
Perhaps that was the unique allure of his white moonlight.
Su Rui grinned, his heated gaze dropping to her heaving chest—those full swells straining her ice-blue gauze gown like the most tantalizing fruits atop a snowy peak.
His throat bobbed, desire unmasked: “Master, let your disciple play with those big tits. It’ll help me cum faster.”
Mu Xueyi shot him a frosty glance, then turned her head away, erecting a final fragile wall of silence.
This mute posture was humiliated acquiescence—and the last bastion of her dignity.
Su Rui chuckled smugly, his rough hand yanking open the front of her gown.
A plain white undergarment flashed into view. Simple though it was, the bountiful snow-white breasts it cradled could stir any man’s blood.
Especially that bottomless cleavage, exuding endless allure—tempting one to abandon reason and bury one’s face within.
“Heh heh heh, fucking gorgeous! These tits, this shape, this weight…”
Su Rui leered appreciatively, then plunged his face deep into the plush chasm with brutish eagerness, greedily inhaling the crisp, uniquely hers body fragrance seeping from it.
Mu Xueyi gritted her teeth, enduring. Su Rui lingered in the warm, silky valley for long moments before reluctantly surfacing—and ripping the obstructive garment away.
In a flash, those full, perky snow-melons bared themselves to the cool air.
Su Rui’s callused palm claimed one without mercy, fingers kneading the yielding flesh, reveling in its astonishing bounce and heft.
His knuckles maliciously grazed the erect crimson peak, wrenching a violent shudder from her.
Then he bent, engulfing the quivering cherry in his mouth—sucking hard, laving it with fervor like supreme delicacies, his wet tongue rasping over the hypersensitive tip again and again.
“Ah…!”
A jolt of electric numbness shot to her core; Mu Xueyi’s hand faltered.
Su Rui released it at once, growling: “Don’t stop! At this pace, how’s laozi supposed to cum?”
Fury blazed in her eyes, but she swallowed her humiliation, resuming at a quicker tempo.
She was no longer the naive innocent; forced handjobs for Su Rui numbered several now. Pitifully, she’d even memorized the rhythms and techniques that pleased him most.
This filthy thing, she seethed inwardly, her delicate hand sliding relentlessly along it while her heart bled.
This was the first time without Li Chengxuan’s soul as excuse or anchor—she was soberly pleasuring him…
Time dragged in torment. When her wrist screamed with fatigue, Mu Xueyi finally rasped: “Still… not yet?”
“Half an hour more, should do it.”
Su Rui panted heavily, teasing: “Or… Master, use that little mouth? Bet laozi’s baby would explode the second your lips wrap it.”
Mu Xueyi glared daggers—mouth service was impossible. Coldly: “If you can’t finish in half an hour, handle it yourself! I’ve done enough!”
Su Rui’s kneading grew rougher, a grunt escaping his nose: “Fine. Laozi’ll push harder—you stroke faster.”
He eyed her pursed lips, heat surging.
That little mouth, and her sealed rear—unconquered still… But now wasn’t the time to press too hard, lest it backfire.
Half an hour later, as Mu Xueyi’s patience frayed to breaking, Su Rui’s body tensed. With a guttural roar—“Here it comes!”
Recalling past facials, she swiftly cupped the throbbing purple glans fully, containing the eruption.
Yet the gushing, thick semen’s volume and force still shocked her.
Scorching white ropes blasted her tender palm, even trickling down her wrist.
She couldn’t help thinking: her womb had endured such terrifying creampies… This sheer quantity, if not expelled by spiritual power, would overwhelm even a high cultivator’s barren constitution—impregnating instantly…
As the last spasms ebbed, Mu Xueyi flung her hand away. “Enough? Release the seal!”
“No problem—laozi always keeps his word to you.”
Su Rui squinted in bliss, a ghostly light flickering from his fingertip. The binding dissolved instantly.
Freedom restored, Mu Xueyi smeared her semen-slicked hand across his robe, scrubbing it clean with vicious force.
The motion was crisp, laced with undisguised disgust and petty revenge.
Without a backward glance, she became a streak of ice-blue escaping light, vanishing from the lust-scented cave abode in a blink.
“Fuck! Mu Xueyi, you damn—!”
By the time Su Rui reacted, he stared at the messy stain on his robe, then at the cave mouth where she’d fled. Savage rage exploded skyward.
His chest heaved with the urge to drag her back, pin her down, and fuck her till she begged and broke utterly.
But he merely drew a deep breath, forcibly quelling the impulse.
Today, for the sake of her fresh grief, he’d let her off.