Moonlight So Beautiful, The Fairy Kneels
Nightfall cloaked Sword Guard Peak, Starlight scattered like shards of silver across the land, spiritual energy weaving into a thin mist that lingered around ancient pines and scarred stone walls amid the peaks, exuding a solemn, killing silence.
Guard disciple Wang Yan leaned on his sword, gazing up at the moon, a flicker of admiration for its beauty stirring in his heart—when a vast spiritual pressure crashed down like a tsunami without warning!
His chest tightened abruptly, his internal spiritual power freezing in an instant, the spirit sword in his hand humming under the unbearable strain, trembling violently as if on the verge of flying from his grasp!
Wang Yan paled in horror, assuming the sealed demon at the peak's base had broken free. He reached for the warning jade token at his waist, but suddenly sensed the pressure wasn't from below—it came from... the night sky above!
He jerked his head up to see a beam of pure white light tearing through the darkness, descending leisurely like a falling star.
The glow faded, revealing a figure of exquisite grace beneath the moonlight, her snow-white gauze dress fluttering lightly in the wind, like a celestial goddess who had accidentally tumbled from the ninth heaven into the mortal world—utterly pure, untouched by worldly dust.
Wang Yan held his breath, eyes widening.
Even from a distance, even with her features half-shrouded in hazy moonlight, he instantly recognized her: Mu Xueyi, Sword Sect's brightest prodigy, hailed across the entire Cultivation World as the foremost beauty—Senior Sister Mu!
The rumors didn't exaggerate—they fell short.
Hers was a beauty transcending mere flesh, striking straight at the soul, making even a lowly disciple like him feel that harboring profane thoughts was an unforgivable sin.
"S-Senior Sister Mu!" Wang Yan hurriedly bowed, stammering, "Y-You... honoring Sword Guard Peak so late at night—what... what brings you here? Shall this disciple notify the peak master at once?"
Mu Xueyi's gaze swept lightly over him, calm and unruffled, yet it filled Wang Yan with an intangible sense of distance and pressure.
"No matter." Her red lips parted, her voice clear and pleasing, yet innately aloof. "Just wandering, taking in the night views of the peaks. Continue your watch—no need to mind me."
Before her words faded, she moved no longer, her figure flickering into a swift white sword light, heading straight for the undulating cave dwellings deep within Sword Guard Peak.
Wang Yan stared blankly at the vanishing light, slow to recover. A faint, An ethereal fragrance lingered at his nose—like winter plum blossoms in the snow, heart-refreshing yet impossibly distant.
He touched his burning ears, thrilled at speaking with a legend, yet wistful at the gulf between them.
Senior Sister Mu actually spoke to me... Sigh, such an immortal fairy is truly beyond our reach. But... why come here alone at night?
He shook his head, suppressing the stray thoughts, straightening to resume his vigil—though his mind could no longer find its former calm.
Mu Xueyi flew to a secluded mid-peak area on Sword Guard Peak, hovering midair as her divine sense meticulously scanned the dozens of cave dwellings below.
Soon, her gaze locked on a particularly plain, shabby stone cave nestled in the mountain wall's shadow.
The entrance bore the crude characters "Su Rui," scrawled carelessly, a stark contrast to the ornate door lintels of other disciples' caves.
This was the place.
She descended slowly. Just as her toes neared the open ground before the cave, the unassuming dust-warding sound barrier rippled like water, revealing the true portal hidden behind.
Yet beyond the portal lay not the cave interior, but a web of intricate, flowing spiritual restrictions.
These patterns were obscure and profound, interlinked in a dense net that sealed the cave airtight from the outside world.
With her False Infant cultivation and the transcendent perception of Sword Heart Transparent, she couldn't pierce their core nodes or unravel them at once—only sensing the eerie aura within.
This thief's mastery of restrictions is so profound... No wonder...
Mu Xueyi's heart chilled slightly. That night in her Heaven Sword Peak bridal cave, she and Li Chengxuan had been instantly subdued by such sealing arts, powerless to resist.
But he was young; if he'd poured his efforts into such side paths, his true cultivation might not be as unfathomable as imagined...
With that thought, resolve flashed in Mu Xueyi's eyes.
She stepped through the open portal without hesitation.
Light and shadow swirled behind her, the restrictions sealing silently once more, utterly isolating the cave's aura, sounds, and light from the world outside.
The interior was somewhat more spacious than the exterior suggested, but equally spartan.
A few night pearls embedded in the walls cast a soft glow, illuminating a central stone bed, table, and two stools.
Su Rui sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes half-closed in meditation.
At the footsteps, he opened them slowly. His pitch-black pupils reflected no warmth under the pearls' light—instead, like bottomless cold abysses.
Seeing Mu Xueyi enter, a smile spread slowly across his face. "Senior Sister Mu, you're right on time! Just past midnight, and you grace my shabby cave—truly making this dump... shine with glory!"
His gaze roamed her unabashedly. Though her loose, modest white gauze dress concealed much, under his scorching stare, she felt utterly exposed, as if naked.
Mu Xueyi suppressed her disgust and shivers, frost gathering in her peach-blossom eyes. "Spare the pointless drivel! Su Rui, why summon me tonight? If it's more of your filthy deeds, I'll shatter us both before letting you defile me again!"
Su Rui sneered dismissively. "Senior Sister Mu, if Laozi wanted to fuck you, you couldn't resist! Forgot how you came over and over under me? That white tiger steamed bun hole of yours sucked my cock so eagerly! It was mutual bliss, pure water-milk harmony—what defilement?"
Spewing such vulgar filth, he rose from the bed, advancing on her.
"Silence!" she snapped, her pale hand flipping to summon Minglan, sword humming as its tip pointed at the encroaching Su Rui. "That night was your sneak attack with restrictions—we were caught off guard! In true combat, you lurking rat—likely just Core Formation at best—dare bluster here?!"
Su Rui ignored the sword at him, casually flicking it aside like straw with a black-flame-wreathed finger.
He nodded approvingly. "Senior Sister Mu, sharp as ever—you guessed right. My cultivation's still at Core Formation."
Hearing his admission, Mu Xueyi's tension eased. His power hadn't exceeded expectations; that night's helplessness stemmed from ambush and restrictions, not absolute realm dominance.
"What?" Su Rui caught her shift, scoffing. "Knowing I'm mere Core Formation, you think... you can fight back now?"
His wrist flipped, revealing the vessel holding Li Chengxuan's three souls and seven spirits.
Mu Xueyi's gaze locked on, heart gripped by an icy fist.
Her hand trembled on Minglan from the strain, her cold peach eyes blazing with suppressed fury. "Without using Chengxuan's soul to threaten... in open fight, my sword would make short work of you, you lecherous thief!"
"Hahaha! Well said!" Su Rui laughed heartily, clapping. "Worthy of the famed Senior Sister Mu—such confidence, such pride! Oh, and I hear you're hailed as the top below Nascent Soul in the Cultivation World?"
Mu Xueyi lifted her chin slightly. Though bound by Li Chengxuan's soul, her innate pride remained undimmed.
She snorted coldly. "Mere flattery from peers, overstated. But in fair combat, I don't believe I'd lose to a despicable wretch like you!"
"Despicable?" Su Rui's smile held. "Senior Sister Mu, you still think this eat-or-be-eaten Cultivation World rewards prettier swordplay? Purer dao heart? Dogshit righteousness?"
He stepped closer, now within two feet, oppression crashing over her.
"Let me tell you: mortal or cultivator, there's winners and losers. I won, so I stand here, taking what I want from you. You lost, so you glare with those pretty eyes, but can't save your lover's soul—or even speak a hard word without weighing it."
His voice low, it sliced open bloody reality.
Mu Xueyi shuddered at the cruelty, lips parting but finding no retort.
She shook her head, refusing to debate this twisted man, her fury reforging into do-or-die resolve. "Su Rui, no arguments—I ask one thing: dare you fight me?"
"Well..."
Su Rui smirked playfully, neither yes nor no.
Seizing his hesitation, Mu Xueyi mocked, "What? Not even daring a challenge from a woman you... humiliated? You call Chengxuan trash—you're the real waste!"
Su Rui didn't rage—instead laughed, teasing. "Save your breath, Senior Sister Mu. Taunts don't work on scum like me. Besides, I didn't call you here to fight. I need you to... help with something."
Alarm bells rang in Mu Xueyi's heart, brows furrowing. "What?"
Su Rui's grin widened, lecherous.
He thrust his hips forward, the massive tent there from pent-up lust.
Pointing at his crotch, he drawled inducingly, "I want Senior Sister Mu to... 'blow me'."
"Blow...?" Mu Xueyi blinked, confusion flickering in her peach eyes.
A sound-lute master, but paired with his lewd gaze and gesture, she sensed it wasn't literal.
"Senior Sister Mu, so innocently pure." Su Rui, seeing her puzzlement, undid his belt, unleashing the ferocious monster. "Blowing means using that cherry mouth to suck my... baby, like playing an instrument—thrust, lick, till I cum nice and hard."
"You... shameless! Filthy! Vile!!"
Understanding dawned; boundless shame and revulsion surged. Minglan sang sharply, tip quivering at his crotch's ugly bulge, her voice shrill with rage. "Hide that filthy thing! Or I'll sever it now!"
Though she'd endured its terror that candlelit night, the outline revived memories of forced stretching, piercing, filling—pain and strangeness fueling mad shame, urging her to destroy it.
"Sever?" Su Rui laughed as if at a joke, thrusting forward till it neared the blade, shaking the vessel—Li Chengxuan's soul light flickering fragilely. "Go on, Senior Sister Mu! Why stop? Your senior brother's souls are mine—dare touch a hair on me? One thought, and they're gone forever."
His tone light, amused, but the threat bone-chilling, shackling her resistance.
"Be good, Mu Xueyi. Mouth me till I cum comfy, and Li Chengxuan's soul is yours. Fair trade, right? A moment's mouth work for your lover's revival hope."
Mu Xueyi's heart quaked, sword tip shaking wildly at his cock, unable to advance.
For Chengxuan, any price was worth it.
But... mouth that thing—that ravager of her body, source of endless pain and shame?
The image triggered violent nausea, dao heart quaking, Sword Heart near cracking.
She inhaled deeply, steeling against humiliation, voice icy. "A promise-breaker like you—why trust? That night... you said three kowtows from Chengxuan, no... no creampie! Then you reneged, flooding me with... that filth! Forcing me to expend vast effort expelling it after!"
Her voice faltered, trembling; memories of post-ecstasy chill, humiliation, and solitary yang-expulsion shame burned, fury nearly manifesting to incinerate him.
Su Rui shrugged guiltlessly, grinning wider. "Different times, different deals! Believe or not, Senior Sister Mu—the chance is yours. Walk if you won't save him; I won't stop you."
Hands spread innocently, eyes cunning—he knew she'd stay.
Mu Xueyi clenched fists, nails biting palms, pain faint against heart's torment.
Her body quivered, massive breasts heaving with ragged breaths, straining her gown into heart-stopping curves.
Stuck, eyes warring, she hadn't left—but wouldn't step forward.
Su Rui sighed theatrically. "Sigh, for your primness, one more concession: no mouth. Use your hand... jerk me off. That work?"
Mu Xueyi's rigid form eased imperceptibly.
Hand... still humiliating service, but over mouth—more bearable.
No vile taste.
Fearing retraction or worse, she gritted teeth. "Fine... hand, to... finish you. Break faith again, and we perish together!!"
Her voice frosty, resolute to the end.
Su Rui's eyes gleamed triumphantly, licking dry lips, chuckling. "That unyielding yet forced submission—itch-inducing! Rest easy; serve me well with hand, no broken word."
He plopped back on the bed's edge, legs splayed, massive raging cock thrusting toward her.
Thick shaft radiated heat and musky tang, purple-red head huge, slit oozing clear slick glistening lewdly in pearl light.
Mu Xueyi's heart clenched, helplessness drowning her.
Eyes shut, deep breath gathering courage, she opened them—peach orbs dull, dead-cold.
Trembling, she approached, extending her famed jade hands—sword-wielding demon-slayers, lute-plucking artists, ice-muscle bone-flesh beauties—toward the filthy monstrosity.
But as fingertips neared the scorching shaft—
"Hold up."
Su Rui's mocking, malice-dripping voice rang again.
Mu Xueyi's hand froze midair, head snapping up. "What now?!"
Su Rui eyed her stance, leering. "Jerking standing? Not sincere enough, Senior Sister Mu. Serving demands proper posture. Kneel. Kneel before me."
"You—!!"
Thunderstruck, her dead-cold eyes ignited furious. Nearly gripping Minglan again. "Su Rui! Don't push it!!"
Hand was limit; now kneel? Before her rapist, servicing sin's source?
"Push?" Su Rui's eyes narrowed, voice chilling. "Laozi conceded—no mouth, just hand. Kneeling too much? Or... you don't really want Li Chengxuan's soul?"
Mu Xueyi glared death, breasts heaving, humiliated tears welling—bit back fiercely.
No escape.
Chengxuan's soul in his grasp—any fury risked disaster.
Jaw clenched like sealing pride away.
Under his malicious gaze, slowly, agonizingly, she bent knees never bowed to any.
Thud.
Dull echo of knees on cold stone.
She knelt.
Between his splayed legs, before the face-pointing, raging behemoth.
Heat, musk assaulted, near suffocating.
Her sight level with the obscenity, forced slight uptilt to avoid brushing.
This angle, pose—crushed her pride, coldness, resistance to dust. Only slaughter-ready humiliation remained.
Her jade hand hung frozen midair, fingertips icy-trembling, unable to touch the nightmare root inches away.