Kneeling in Service, Sword Intent Reignites
Su Rui lounged against the stone bed, his massive cock thrusting upward in grotesque rigidity, veins bulging like a demonic weapon wreathed in infernal flames, radiating scorching heat.
A wicked, lecherous grin curled his lips as his gaze roved shamelessly over Mu Xueyi kneeling before him.
This was the sect's prized heavenly genius he'd coveted for years—a woman of peerless beauty hailed as the Cultivation World's foremost beauty, the dream fairy of countless disciples.
Her soul-stirring peach-blossom eyes gleamed with frost, her towering breasts faintly visible beneath her snow-white gauze dress, her plump, peach-like ass tracing a lethal curve. Like a celestial fairy from the ninth heavens, yet now forced into humiliating submission before this despicable wretch, on the verge of serving his filthy prick with her own jade hands!
The thought sent a surge of savage delight through Su Rui's heart, his cock hardening even further, as if mocking her lofty pride.
For years, he'd been a mere unremarkable low-rank disciple, never daring to dream of touching the sect's pearl. Now, empowered by the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art, he'd flipped his fate overnight—not only shattering her virginity, but making her kneel and jerk him off. The thrill of conquest was driving him nearly mad!
"Hurry up, Senior Sister Mu! Stop dawdling!"
Su Rui urged, his voice low and cruel, eyes blazing with lust and malicious amusement. "Laozi's prized cock can't wait any longer!"
Mu Xueyi's silver teeth ground together, a faint blush creeping over her icy, frosty face.
She had never touched anything so vile. That night's humiliation had nearly cracked her Sword Heart, and now she had to serve this scum with her own hands!
Her fingers stiffly brushed the massive shaft—scalding hot, like a blazing demonic flame. It made her heart jolt, her fingertips instinctively recoiling.
"Heh heh, Senior Sister Mu, those hands of yours that've slain countless demons and monsters—don't tell me you lack the guts to even grip a cock?"
Su Rui jeered, his lust flaring brighter. "Or are you scared of the very thing that stole your virginity?"
Mu Xueyi suppressed her shame and fury, biting her lip. "Shut your mouth, you base, shameless rat!"
She drew a deep breath, forcing herself to grasp the monstrous thing again. Her palm felt rigid as wood, unsure how to proceed.
Her fingers slid clumsily up and down, movements awkward and without rhythm, like fumbling with an unfamiliar spirit treasure. Shame and helplessness churned within her.
The cock throbbed in her hand, mocking her ineptitude. Mu Xueyi's face flushed crimson, a burning urge to sever this source of humiliation with a single sword stroke.
Su Rui burst into triumphant laughter, glee flashing in his eyes. "Senior Sister Mu, your technique's like some clueless virgin's! Here, laozi'll teach you!"
He sat up straight, seizing her slender wrist and forcibly guiding her hand. "Don't grip it like a spirit sword—loosen up! Put some strength into it, stroke up and down, thumb the tip more... heh heh, that's the sweetest spot!"
Humiliation threatened to make Mu Xueyi's heart bleed, but remembering that finishing this would let her reclaim Li Chengxuan's soul, she endured, following his instructions.
Under Su Rui's "guidance," her jade hand gradually found a rhythm—stroking up and down, her thumb reluctantly massaging the sensitive tip.
Though still a bit clumsy, her innate dexterity made the motions smoother over time.
Su Rui let out a low groan, eyes narrowing in pleasure as his cock swelled even larger in her palm, veins pulsing fiercely.
"Yeah! Just like that! Senior Sister Mu, your little hands are fucking made for servicing cock!"
He panted heavily, his gaze lingering brazenly on her flushed lips, grinning lewdly. "Heh heh, if those cherry lips wrapped around it too, laozi'd be in heaven!"
"Shut your stinking mouth—no one's mistaking you for a mute!"
Mu Xueyi shot him a furious glare, her peach-blossom eyes brimming with shame and rage.
She, Mu Xueyi, the Sword Sect's proud genius, cold and unparalleled—now reduced to this lowly service for a despicable cur!
Her fingers paled from the pressure, the searing throbs between them grinding away at her dignity with every stroke.
"Su Rui... you shameless bastard. One day, I'll make you pay in blood!"
She hissed through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with bone-deep hatred.
Su Rui roared with laughter, his lewd gaze intensifying. "Pay in blood? Senior Sister Mu, make laozi cum first! Faster—harder!"
Mu Xueyi choked down her nausea, quickening her pace. Her jade hand flew up and down the shaft, slick with sweat, producing faint slap-slap sounds that echoed piercingly in the silent cave.
Her peach-blossom eyes lowered, avoiding the grotesque sight, shame slicing into her like a blade.
Suddenly, Su Rui growled low, hips bucking as his cock twitched violently in her grip.
Caught off guard, Mu Xueyi felt a scalding gush erupt in her palm—thick, viscous fluid spurting out, most landing on her jade hands, sticky and hot, carrying a musky-sweet stench.
She instinctively tried to pull away, but Su Rui clamped her wrist, forcing her to take more.
A few drops splattered onto her porcelain face, trickling down her cheek to stain her snow-white gauze dress with glaring marks.
Mu Xueyi froze as if thunderstruck, eyes swirling with shame and humiliation, her Sword Heart on the verge of shattering.
She wanted to wipe the filth from her face, but with both hands coated in semen, she could only clench her fists, teeth grinding audibly.
"Heh heh! Senior Sister Mu, your little hands are fucking incredible!"
Su Rui panted in satisfaction, slumping back against the stone bed, his gaze lingering on her face and hands. "Look at that face dotted with laozi's essence—you're even more stunning!"
Mu Xueyi barely restrained the impulse to cleave him in two, her voice icy as a blade. "Enough! You've had your fun—give me Chengxuan's soul!"
Su Rui readily fished out the soul vessel from his storage pouch. "Fine, here you go."
With a flick, a faint soul-light drifted from the vessel, hovering in the air—one of Li Chengxuan's three souls and six spirits.
Mu Xueyi froze, her face twisting. "You're toying with me?!"
Su Rui shrugged innocently, grinning. "Toying? Laozi never said it'd be all of it! We agreed to return a soul, didn't we? This counts—just a matter of how much."
"You—!"
Mu Xueyi trembled with rage, heedless of the semen on her hands as she gripped her spirit sword, sword intent surging.
Su Rui knew she was all bark, no bite, and leisurely drawled, "Senior Sister Mu, don't get mad. Think about it—laozi's tasted that exquisite White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole of yours. You think I'd hand over everything after one handjob? But laozi's not unreasonable. Eight more times, and you'll have all of Li Chengxuan's three souls and six spirits. Deal? Pretty fair, right!"
Mu Xueyi bit her lip, a flicker of helplessness and self-mockery in her eyes.
She'd naively thought one ejaculation would get her everything. How foolish.
Eight more times... eight more humiliations like this?
Tears glimmered faintly in her peach-blossom eyes. Even her iron will felt a thread of exhaustion.
But at least there was a clear end—better than endless torment.
She drew a deep breath, her Sword Heart Transparent resolve pulling calm from despair.
"Fine... eight times..."
She murmured softly, barely audible, laced with searing hatred.
Su Rui's eyes gleamed lecherously, raking over the twin peaks straining her gauze dress. "Tsk tsk, Senior Sister Mu, night's still young. How about another round? This time, use those fat tits of yours—give laozi a proper titfuck. Sound good?"
He thrust his hips forward, his cock rising defiantly again, challenging her dignity.
Mu Xueyi's face chilled, lips pressing thin. This thief clearly planned to savor her body piece by piece—hands first, then breasts. What about the next seven?
She recalled his past leers at her rear, boasting he'd claim it later. Her backdoor was doomed too.
The realization drew a silent lament from her heart's depths.
She'd considered snatching the soul vessel by force, but she knew it was soul-bound to Su Rui—a mere thought could detonate it, obliterating Li Chengxuan's soul.
"Do what you want..."
Mu Xueyi's voice was low, her jade hands hanging limply, fingers trembling faintly. Her massive breasts quivered with each breath beneath the gauze, silently resisting the coming shame.
Su Rui narrowed his eyes, sensing her despair. He realized pushing too hard might hinder her "training."
"Senior Sister Mu, didn't you just demand a fair fight? Fine, laozi'll give you the chance! If you win, I'll toss in another soul fragment—together with this one, he'll at least revive, even if as a drooling idiot. Alive is alive. But if laozi wins, you'll obediently strip that gauze dress and give me your all with those plump tits for a titfuck. Deal?"
Mu Xueyi's eyes sharpened at his words, despair vanishing as her sword intent flickered back to life.
"Fine! Your words—I'll fight you!"
Su Rui was only Core Formation stage. In a straight fight, she had no reason to lose!
Victory meant another fragment—and a probe of his true strength!