Jade Body Surrenders to Depravity, Moans of Enchantment Echo Endlessly
The thought struck like thunder in Mu Xueyi's mind, unleashing waves of dizziness and revulsion.
She instinctively clamped her thighs together, as if that could block out the terrifying notion.
Yet the drenched, aching void between her legs pulsed honestly with her body's craving, filling her with unbearable shame.
"No... I can't..."
She mouthed the silent refusal, her pearly teeth sinking deep into her lower lip until blood nearly welled.
Last time, she had made it clear: only once, never again would she couple with him—or she'd rather die.
Besides, how could she... how could she offer herself to the enemy who had destroyed everything?
"Ugh... aaah!!"
Su Rui's sharp, pained groans lashed at her heart like invisible whips.
The raging black flames within him transmitted clearly through her spiritual sense, making her all too aware that without release, the consequences would be dire.
"Chengxuan, this... this is all to uncover the true killer. Please... forgive me."
The excuse rang hollow even now, yet it clung like a lifeline, propping up her crumbling will.
Humans were fragile like that—once a boundary shattered, the rest crumbled all too easily.
She had already used her hands, her breasts by her own resolve... At this point, the strongest barrier in her psyche had cracked wide open.
The hesitation dragged on, torturous, until Su Rui's body convulsed violently, a thread of blood laced with black flame essence trickling from his lips. The last flicker of struggle in Mu Xueyi's eyes gave way to a resolute mix of despair, resignation, and a secret, unspoken anticipation.
She shut her eyes, drawing a deep breath as if burying all her humiliation, guilt, and turmoil in the depths of her soul.
Her slender hands trembled as they undid the disheveled ice-blue gossamer gown clinging to her body.
The fabric slipped away, baring her flawless jade form—skin like flawless ice and bone like polished jade, shimmering with a lustrous glow in the glacier's faint light.
When her fingers brushed the final undergarment, they met a shocking slickness.
Gritting her teeth, she slowly peeled it off. A lewd silver thread stretched and snapped between the cloth and her tender mound, proof that her body had long prepared for invasion.
Her pristine beauty was fully exposed to the air now: the White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, plump as a ripe steamed bun. The tightly sealed lips parted slightly from her extreme arousal, revealing glistening, wet folds like a hungry little mouth, twitching and exhaling an enticing fragrance.
"This... this is just so he'll help me find the killer. Nothing more..."
She repeated the feeble justification in her mind, trying to numb herself, but her racing heartbeat and the hot surge from her depths betrayed the truth.
Pathetically, she realized her body was anticipating it—craving that massive shaft that had once brought endless pain and humiliation, yet also shown her peaks of ecstasy.
She knelt astride his legs, her peach-like, plump, perky snow-white ass fully on display.
Her quivering jade hand reached out, gently grasping the scorching, rigid cock.
The bulbous head, sharply ridged, pressed against her dripping entrance. Its searing heat made her shudder, her inner channel clenching wildly, gushing more nectar.
"Mm..."
A stifled moan escaped her throat.
Just the touch nearly broke her.
Clenching her teeth against the shameful response, she guided the monstrous rod, aligning the head with her sopping, winking slit.
The sensitive flesh seemed to have a mind of its own, sucking greedily at the approaching glans with a faint pop.
Shame burned through Mu Xueyi, but the gnawing emptiness was unbearable.
Eyes squeezed shut, she lowered her hips—
"Urgh...! So... so full!"
With a cry blending pain and utter fulfillment, the thick, burning length speared through her tight, slick vagina, thrusting deep and complete into her core without mercy!
The overwhelming fullness crashed over her like a tidal wave, flooding every inch of her being.
That stuffed-to-bursting sensation brought an inexplicable security and satisfaction.
The intense stimulation made her tremble violently. Her channel spasmed fiercely and rapidly, a gush of yin essence erupting uncontrollably onto the invading head.
She... climaxed just from the entry alone! A minor peak, but real.
This hypersensitive body had been thoroughly tamed by that detestable cock without her realizing...
After a dazed haze and the aftershocks, Mu Xueyi slumped onto Su Rui's firm chest, panting softly.
Riding him wasn't new—she'd been forced into it before, guided by him.
Still clumsy, but she knew the motions now.
Propping up her limp form, she began to rock her hips experimentally.
The first movements were stiff and hesitant, but instinct soon took over.
Each drag of the buried monster along her sensitive walls unleashed endless pleasure, urging deeper unions and fiercer collisions.
She rose and fell on her peach ass, seeking the angles and rhythms that maximized bliss for them both.
Her snowy, heaving breasts swayed into hypnotic waves, cherry tips erect and quivering in the air.
"Mm... mm... ah..."
The bone-melting moans spilled free, rising louder from her delicate nose, impossible to suppress.
In this silent, empty glacial barrier, with Su Rui "unconscious," her subconscious relaxed—no need for the desperate restraint of before.
These seductive cries were her body's honest rapture, proof of long-pent desires finally unleashed.
Her motions grew fluid, bolder.
Sometimes grinding deep, flower heart polishing the massive head; sometimes bouncing rapidly, the rod pistoning in her soaked depths with lewd squelches; other times circling her hips instinctively, letting the girth scour every inch of her oversensitive flesh.
She drowned in the carnal vortex, forgetting hatred, guilt—everything but primal rutting and the chase for ecstasy.
The glacier framed her undulating white form in a scene of ultimate purity twisted into utter obscenity.
But how could Mu Xueyi know Su Rui had been pretending from the start?
His mind had clung to a thread of awareness, never truly asleep.
His extreme weakness and near-collapse were seven parts real, three parts act.
The brutal clash with Yan Mingli had drained him, but the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art'sHis eerie resilience outstripped ordinary methods. His lingering demonic essence sustained this cunning clarity.
From Mu Xueyi's awakening, he'd sensed her subtle shifts and feigned deeper coma.
When her spiritual power flared to repel him, then hesitated and withdrew, he sneered inwardly: This woman, so soft-hearted after all.
He kept up the charade, his spiritual sense scanning like radar, tracking her every breath.
As she rose, her familiar Ming Lan sword aimed icy death at his throat, he was primed to counter.
Yet the blade hovered, killing intent coiling then dissolving silently.
More surprising: she didn't flee but expended essence to reinforce his barrier, especially bolstering its meager warming effect.
Her fingertips wove lights with uncharacteristic tenderness, clashing with her icy demeanor.
Surprise stirred in Su Rui: Mouth says one thing, heart another? Disgusted on the surface, but... interesting.
A probing impulse grew wild.
The instant she turned to leave, he struck—timing perfect. His hand clamped her cool wrist, yanking her back into his arms amid her startled cry, pinning her soft warmth fiercely.
He cycled his demonic art, mimicking a rampage in his meridians. His temperature spiked, pained mutters escaping: "Hot... so hot..."
He felt her shift from frantic struggle to rigid shock.
Her cautious spiritual probe, under his guidance, "discovered" the "berserk, backlash-imminent" black flame vortex at his essence gate.
Devil's deviation? He chuckled inwardly, face twisting in greater agony, even clawing at his clothes for authenticity.
Now to see: this killer-by-words woman, secretly fortifying his barrier—what would she choose?
He sensed her waver, her quakes and turmoil.
When her cool, trembling hand undid his belt with desperate fury, grasping his primed erection, Su Rui nearly laughed aloud!
The bliss nearly broke his act; only iron will kept the pained mask as her clumsy, deadly strokes built waves of pleasure.
An hour passed; he savored her hand's service, deliberately holding back release to test her limits.
Sure enough, she stopped.
Just as he thought the probe ended, the next act jolted him!
A whisper of silk, then twin pillows of indescribable warmth, silkiness, fullness, and perkiness enveloped his raging shaft—like supreme heated jade!
Her breasts! She'd used her breasts!
The bottomless cleavage gripped tight; plush flesh rippled with her motions, delivering soul-melting friction and pressure.
Soft mounds deformed around his savage girth—visual and tactile overload nearly sent him soaring!
He'd never imagined the icy fairy Mu Xueyi so lewdly proactive, even "to save him"—what a sacrifice!
Under that assault, he unleashed, ropes of scalding, thick yang essence erupting. He even felt splatters on her cheeks and chest.
Heavenly!
But not enough.
In the post-climax lull, he faked renewed black flame fury, convulsing hotter. His cock, in her stunned gaze, hardened fiercer.
Mu Xueyi, hands and tits done—now what? For your "enemy," how far will you go? That final taboo... will you open for me?
He "groaned" in "agony," awaiting her move, thrilled with dark anticipation.
The game grew ever more delicious.
Su Rui's awareness prowled like a leopard in the dark, seizing every detail.
He "saw" her thunderstruck struggle, leg-clamping, silent "No...", teeth drawing blood—all crystal clear in his divine sense.
Divine sense's perk: she couldn't detect his subtle probe, or she'd know he faked it—no humiliation needed.
Pity; she sensed nothing.
Heh, clinging to your laughable principles and hate?
Su Rui sneered inwardly, savoring control and mockery.
He felt her shivers, the slick chaos between her thighs via subtle essence and heat shifts.
Her White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole betrayed her will honestly.
The contrast—icy facade, surging lust—fueled his flames, real or feigned, hotter.
When his amplified "groans" stiffened her, replacing struggle with despair and surrender, he knew victory.
Her "for the killer" excuse? A flimsy fig leaf.
He "watched" her eyes close, breath steeling for sacrifice.
Her quaking fingers on the gown dragged eternally in his sense.
Fabric fell, baring the perfect jade he'd tasted—still heart-stirring.
Ice-silk skin glowed; now, this artwork bared its secrets to him.
Her hand on soaked panties, trembling shame—he pictured it vividly.
Panties peeled, silver strand snapping; the plump, winking, fragrant mound exposed—like the strongest aphrodisiac assaulting him.
Her repeated mental excuse unheard, but her pounding heart and thickening orchid-musk screamed truth.
Her body begged for him.
Kneeling astride, her perky peach ass curved temptingly.
Quivering hand gripped his burning rod.
"Mm..."
Her stifled moan of bliss and shame—just contact nearly undid her.
Su Rui's triumph swelled: Tamed completely.
Guided, head kissed her sopping slit; flesh sucked with a pop.
That welcome ignited his lust to fever pitch.
Finally, eyes shut, hips sank—
"Urgh!"
Supreme tightness, slick heat enveloped like living silk, layers sucking from tip to root!
The grip and suction outdid any prior pretense; he nearly moaned in ecstasy.
He felt her quake, channel clamping, hot yin essence flooding his head.
Climaxed... already? Just from insertion? Mu Xueyi, your body outsells your lies ten thousandfold!
Dazed, she panted on his chest.
He waited, relishing the calm before storm.
Soon, hips twisted tentatively.
Awkwardness clear, then instinct flowed: fluid, bold rises and falls.
Breasts waving, cherries dancing—an obscene ballet before his "eyes."
"Mm... mm... ah..."
Unsuppressed moans crescendoed like celestial music, striking his core.
Why no restraint? He was "out." Her private indulgence felt raw, alluring.
Motions wilder: grinding, pounding squelches, circling scrapes—fresh peaks each time.
He resisted flipping her, ravaging; stayed "comatose," absorbing her icy form's lewd dance, lost in lust, forgetting all.
Enjoy it fully, my wife.
Su Rui whispered inwardly, possessive and mocking: When you drown completely, no more self-deceit—that's when you're mine utterly.
The glacier framed her heaving white curves, sanctity and smut entwined.
Su Rui: the only one still clear-headed, greediest spectator... and puppeteer.
Mu Xueyi lost in primal rhythm, ass bouncing faster, each plunge merging the burning invader into her.
Deep throbs of ache, fullness, unspeakable joy eroded her mind like tides.
Head thrown back, moans turned syrupy, seductive—no trace of her usual chill.
"Mmm ah... urgh..."
An hour in—how many climaxes? She lost count.
Now, she felt the beast pulse wildly in her manipulations, heat scorching her tenderest flesh, heralding eruption.
Urgency bloomed; hips worked harder, desperate to milk it dry, end this shameful addiction.
Almost... soon...
Her tensed toes dug into icy snow.
Finally, slamming down, core battered—
"Urgh—!"
Su Rui's throat rumbled a bestial roar. His "comatose" body arched; hands clamped her writhing waist vise-like, halting her.
Then, volcanic blasts of searing, thick essence surged deep, drenching her quivering womb!
The force and burn spasmed her channel; yin essence gushed, mingling.
Ecstasy electrified her; mind blanked. She collapsed onto his sweat-slick chest, panting, feeling the still-twitching rod unload remnants.
Over... finally...
Chaos reigned: relief, and an unacknowledged void, loss.
But as she pushed up to disengage the shameful union, hot hands seized her heaving breasts, kneading roughly!
The grip: awake, playful—not comatose!
Mu Xueyi froze, thunderstruck.
Then, a mocking, familiar voice above: "Wifey, so damn thirsty? Daring to pull this sneaky... intimate stunt while laozi sleeps?"
The words pierced her haze like icicles.
She jerked up, meeting Su Rui's deep, knowing eyes.
He was awake? At this moment of utter humiliation?!