Chapter 52: Lips Sealed in a Scorching Kiss, White Tiger Swallows the Pearl
Mu Xueyi arrived at the guest room at the end of the corridor. The jade token in her hand resonated with the door's restriction, and the door swung open automatically.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
A flicker of spiritual light danced at her fingertips as she instinctively tried to layer an additional layer of her own protection over the room's basic restriction.
However, the light swirled at her fingertips for a moment before quietly fading away.
She tugged at the corner of her mouth in self-mockery. With Su Rui's unfathomably profound restriction techniques, any barrier she set up now would be utterly meaningless to him—a mere joke at best.
With that thought, she finally dispersed the gathered spiritual power, abandoning the futile effort. She turned toward the bed, smoothed her skirts, and sat cross-legged, entering a meditative state.
The room was deathly quiet, save for the faint clamor from the city outside the window—the din of this demonic city.
Creak—
Suddenly, the door was pushed open without the slightest warning.
The restriction, solid enough against outsiders, was as intangible as air before the intruder, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Su Rui strode in boldly, a wicked grin on his face—the one she knew all too well, laced with a hint of devilish charm.
“Wifey, these inns in Black Abyss City really gouge you dry! Charging that many spirit stones for a single upper room.”
His tone was exaggerated as he closed the distance to Mu Xueyi step by step. “This husband of yours is broke as hell, can't scrape together those stones, so I figured... I'd crash here with you, wifey, and make do for the night.”
Mu Xueyi didn't even lift an eyelid. Her icy voice cut through the air: “Get out.”
With a flick of her slender hand, a heavy pouch of spirit stones flew precisely toward Su Rui, carrying an unmistakable order to leave.
Su Rui caught it casually, his divine sense sweeping over it indifferently. His face lit up with an even more theatrical look of shock. “Whoa! This much? As expected of wifey, the sect's prized prodigy—resources at your fingertips, loaded to the brim. Dropping over a hundred top-grade spirit stones like it's nothing!”
“Wifey, looks like from now on, this husband'll have to rely on you to keep me. How about... this little one serves you properly right now? A shoulder rub, loosen those bones?”
Grinning like a cheeky rogue, he darted to the bed and plopped down beside her, his hands unceremoniously pressing onto her delicate shoulders.
“Don't touch me!”
Mu Xueyi's lithe body stiffened, her peach-blossom eyes brimming with disgust. She raised a hand, channeling spiritual power to shove him away.
But her wrist was caught mid-air by a stronger hand, gripped with unyielding precision.
At the same time, a familiar, insidious restriction power invaded her meridians like invisible chains, sealing her surging spiritual energy completely.
Once again, she was effortlessly subdued...
Or rather, she knew resistance was pointless in the end—she'd be taken down anyway. Her struggle was little more than for show.
Su Rui moved with blinding speed. His grip on her wrist allowed no escape, while his other hand yanked away her veil, revealing that face capable of toppling empires.
“Wifey, you're so beautiful.”
The hand that removed the veil clamped her jaw, forcing her lips to part slightly with a gentle squeeze.
“You shameless bastard! Let me go, I absolutely won't...”
Su Rui grinned ferociously, his scorching lips crashing down to seal all her unfinished words and protests.
“Mmph...!”
This wasn't a tender kiss—it was an undeniable plunder.
Mu Xueyi's pupils contracted sharply. She felt the brute force of his lips and tongue prying open her teeth, thrusting deep to tangle with her retreating tongue.
A wave of intense humiliation surged through her. Instinctively, she tried to bite the invading tongue, but the restriction in her body anticipated it, freezing her jaws in a soft, powerless clench.
Just like last time, she failed to bite him. Instead, her futile resistance only deepened the entanglement of their tongues, making it more inseparable.
“Mm... wu...”
Broken, sob-like whimpers escaped her tightly sealed lips.
Su Rui clearly sensed her feeble resistance and let out a triumphant chuckle from his throat.
He adjusted his grip on her jaw, tilting her head back for total vulnerability.
His kiss deepened, growing more teasing. His tongue tip scraped her sensitive upper palate, coiled around and sucked her soft tongue, forcing her to taste his essence.
Saliva trickled uncontrollably from her forcibly parted lips, trailing a lewd silver thread.
Mu Xueyi endured it all, her body rigid, only her heaving chest betraying the storm raging inside.
In those captivating peach-blossom eyes, disgust had been replaced by tears mingling anger, shame, and a trace of helplessness.
She tried to turn her head away, but he held her firm; tried to push with her hands, but her wrists were crushed tighter.
His breath filled her mouth and nose, carrying a domineering, demonic flavor uniquely his—as if this kiss would mark and claim every inch of her.
It was a long, suffocating plunder. Only when Mu Xueyi felt her lungs nearly emptied and her mind blurring did Su Rui pull back slightly, as if reluctant to end it.
Their lips parted, drawing an obscenely lascivious silver strand.
Mu Xueyi gasped desperately, chest heaving, a glint of tears at her eyes. She glared at him with bone-chilling cold but said nothing in the end.
“Don't be mad, wifey. Let this husband show you something.”
Su Rui extended a finger, gently wiping the tear from her eye. Then, like a magician, an object appeared in his palm.
It was a blood-red jade, veins of flowing blood within, radiating dense blood qi and mild spiritual power.
“This is the Millennium Blood Jade. That old ghost Xue Ming? I slaughtered him ages ago. Lied about him escaping just to surprise you with this now. Happy?”
Mu Xueyi's willow brows furrowed slightly. Her peach-blossom eyes flicked to the jade, then back to Su Rui's face. Her voice held no joy, only piercing frost: “Give me this 'surprise,' then expect my eternal gratitude—repay you with my body? Su Rui, your schemes are truly exquisite.”
“Wifey, those words wound this husband's heart.”
Su Rui feigned hurt, then grew serious. “I plunged deep into demon territory, busting my ass—who for? To gather materials for your Recall Light Mirror, that's who.”
He paused, lowering his voice seductively: “Once collected, this husband'll burn his soul refining it for you. Then cast the Soul Trace Recall Art.”
“Wifey, I beamed the full details into your sea of consciousness—you know the cost: heaps of essence blood! I sacrifice this much for you, and you let laozi fuck you once to reward laozi's dragon root? Ain't that only fair?”
Mu Xueyi's slender hand clenched abruptly, knuckles cracking faintly.
He was always like this! Strip her of resistance with overwhelming power, then dangle seemingly reasonable terms to corner her.
She didn't want to—not in a million years!
But did refusal matter? Restriction bound, spiritual power sealed—she was no different from a mortal woman now, defenseless before him.
Even a sharp refusal wouldn't stop him; it might just provoke worse torment.
So...
Her shell teeth ground together. After endless silence, a mosquito-like whisper escaped her gritted jaws: “...Once.”
Su Rui froze, doubting his ears. “What?”
Mu Xueyi shut her eyes, lashes trembling violently, as if summoning every ounce of strength to repeat the humiliating compromise.
“...Just this once.”
Her voice was still faint but clear in Su Rui's ears.
Jackpot!!!
A surge of indescribable excitement and conquest flooded Su Rui's heart.
This was Mu Xueyi's first time, fully sober, explicitly yielding her body to him!
It thrilled him more than fucking her ten or a hundred times.
Inwardly, he sneered: Once? In your dreams! Now that you've opened this door, body and soul—you'll never escape laozi's grasp your whole life!
Of course, his face beamed with smug delight. He nodded and chuckled: “Since wifey agrees, this husband will go all out tonight, 'love' you proper—make you taste that soul-shattering ecstasy!”
No sooner said than done—he seized her lips again, domineeringly.
This time, it wasn't mere plunder; it carried teasing and provocation.
His tongue stirred wildly in her mouth, lapping her sensitive palate, coiling her helpless tongue, sucking with wet, blush-inducing slurps.
Meanwhile, his large hand wasn't idle. Through her pristine white gauze dress, it cupped the lofty, perky twin peaks on her chest.
That full curve, astonishing bounce—even through fabric, the feel was exquisite.
He kneaded them lightly or firmly, fingertips maliciously scraping the tender buds hardening at the peaks.
“Mmph...”
Mu Xueyi couldn't stifle a muffled grunt. Her body tensed to retreat, but he pinned her fast in his arms.
After a moment's fondling, fabric got in the way of his fun.
Su Rui tsked impatiently. His hand yanked hard—
Riiip!
The sharp tear of cloth echoed in the silent room. The dress's collar and inner undergarments were brutally ripped open.
Instantly, a perfect pair of artistic tits bounced free into the cool air.
The Creator's most generous gift: round like massive white steamed buns, snowy breast flesh proudly perked, immense size without a hint of sag.
At the tips, crimson buds like red plums in snow quivered pitifully, exposed to air and his burning gaze.
Su Rui pulled back from her lips. Beholding this masterpiece, he sighed sincerely: “So beautiful.”
Then, like a crude glutton, he buried his face in the spring scenery.
He engulfed one nipple, sucking and licking voraciously, tongue swirling and flicking the tender pearl like savoring the sweetest fruit.
His other hand ravaged the opposite mound, fingers pinching and tugging the stiff peak.
Intense pleasure shot through her like lightning. Mu Xueyi arched her neck, biting her lower lip hard to silence any moan.
Shame flushed her skin pink. She tried to clamp her thighs, but his sturdy frame blocked her.
She felt her breasts sucked and kneaded into tingling, swollen ache—a bizarre mix surging deep, stirring an empty craving.
This realization mortified her. Why couldn't her body match her unyielding will?
Su Rui pressed his assault. The hand on her tits slid down her slim waist, delving between her thighs into that most secret valley.
Through the final barrier, his palm pressed the softly mounded hill—smooth as jade, hairless mystery.
A brief stroke, and his fingertips sensed warm wetness seeping through the thin cloth.
Su Rui lifted his head, lips glistening with her breast's traces. Gazing at Mu Xueyi biting back moans, he chuckled low: “Wifey, your body's way more honest than your mouth... Look, it's flooded down here. Your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole is welcoming this husband's entry with the wettest nectar.”
Mu Xueyi bit her lip harder, turning her face away, refusing to meet his eyes. Only her heaving chest and quivering body betrayed her arousal.
“If you're going to do it... just do it!”
She forced the words through clenched teeth, clinging to her last shred of icy dignity.
“No rush, wifey. This husband will satisfy you proper.”
Su Rui smirked wickedly, swiftly stripping away her remaining lower garments.
Her flawless lower body was fully bared.
Between her thighs, the secret valley stunned the senses: jade-pale skin, plump mons like a tempting white bun, pristine without a single stray hair, split by a fine slit at the top—now glistening with sticky nectar from her arousal, shimmering lewdly in the dim light.
The pink, tender entrance contrasted sharply with surrounding whiteness, silently beckoning him.
He didn't rush to fuck her. Instead, he leaned in close, inhaling deeply.
“So fragrant.”
His voice rasped with lust: “Wifey, your White Tiger pussy smells divine... Especially this nectar—richer, more intoxicating than the rarest spiritual blooms.”
Before she could react, his tongue lashed out, precisely licking the tender slit oozing love juices!
“Ah... no!”
Mu Xueyi shuddered violently, crying out in shock. Crushing shame shattered her feigned composure.
Having that ultra-private spot licked hit harder psychologically than any prior violation.
She instinctively clamped her legs, but his powerful arms pried them apart effortlessly.
“There... it's dirty... don't lick...”
Her voice trembled with mortified pleading. She could endure direct penetration, but licking her there? Utter humiliation.
Su Rui raised his head, lips slick with her fluids, eyes burning into her watery peach-blossom gaze: “Dirty? Wifey, you're a Nascent Soul cultivator—body immaculate, mind pure. How could anything be dirty?”
His fingertip traced the drenched slit, eliciting another shiver: “Besides... it's pristine as fresh snow. This nectar? Purest essence, packed with spiritual power—like divine ambrosia for any cultivator.”
He paused, tone turning grave and earnest: “But other women—even a Great Vehicle Empress—this husband wouldn't stoop to taste their cunts. Only you... Mu Xueyi. Only you deserve laozi's genuine devotion.”
Those words pierced her heart like the sharpest needle.
Not for the content, but the possessive obsession, that twisted “treasuring” in his voice.
Before she could process the turmoil, Su Rui dove back in—more direct, more lingering this time.
No longer content with tastes, his nimble tongue parted the tender labia, zeroing in on the swollen, blood-engorged little pearl at the top. He sucked and lapped it fiercely.
His tongue danced like a serpent, flicking the sensitive gem rapidly, or like a soft brush sweeping the contracting entrance, devouring every gush of nectar and swallowing it down.
The taste was sweet nectar, replenishing his spent spiritual power until it brimmed full.