The session had finally wound down. Daziel lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, her face flushed, her breathing rapid.
"It's getting... more and more... Ah..."
"How do I feel... I feel like something else entirely has been stimulated... So hot... so itchy..."
She cleared her throat, adopting a perfectly serious tone.
"Daziel-Big Brother, it's not time to rest yet."
As she spoke, she unhesitatingly extended her slender Jade hand, beginning to untie her own clothes, which were similarly drenched in sweat.
Daziel looked at Yunli's face, still bearing a hint of childishness, yet her eyes were uncommonly firm and bold. He sighed helplessly.
"You, ah... You're truly going to work me to the bone, aren't you?"
Yunli's eyes twinkled, and she gave a pure smile with a hint of impish mischief.
"I can't help it, Daziel-Big Brother. The reputation of our Zhuming Xianzhou hinges entirely on this Martial Arts Ceremony. What's a little effort like this? It's nothing at all! I can only rely on you."
As she spoke, she had already peeled off her outer robes, revealing the inner garments clinging to her skin. Her beautiful curves were dimly visible in the candlelight, emitting the unique fragrance of a young girl.
"And besides,"
Yunli's voice dropped a few octaves, laced with a hint of seduction.
"Daziel-Big Brother, don't you want to see... what kind of special reaction this divine oil will have on my body?"
Seeing her like this, Daziel couldn't help but say with indulgence:
"Look at you, you little minx..."
Yunli chuckled, "Come on. At least this time, I'm not so tight inside."
Daziel sighed helplessly.
Several consecutive days of "sword practice" had imbued the inn's courtyard with a peculiar atmosphere. The thin morning mist had yet to fully dissipate, and the air mingled with the fresh scent of plants and a faint aroma of medicinal oil.
Daziel sat by the window, his fingertips gliding across his phone screen, a hint of weariness in his expression.
After all, in the original plot, Scott also stood on the villain's side when it came to March 7th's "sword practice." Although he had to thank him for the Yukong matter, it couldn't be a reason to whitewash him. For someone like him, he really couldn't bring himself to be cordial.
[Scott: Don't be so stiff, Mr. Daziel, after all, we've cooperated before!]
[Scott: Here's the thing, the Xianzhou Martial Arts Ceremony is approaching, and of course, our department must participate in such a grand event.]
[Scott: To see if there's an opportunity to expand the company's market.]
Daziel looked at the screen, feeling somewhat confused.
[To Daziel: What does this have to do with me? I'm not an employee of your company.]
The scene flashing through his mind certainly wasn't the kind of "cooperation" Scott was imagining.
[To Daziel: That's true, but it still has nothing to do with you.]
[Scott: Well, our company recently launched a new model of civilian mech.]
[Scott: Its Aether code was co-written by our company's programmers and many renowned swordsmen from the Xianzhou.]
[Scott: as long as a pilot operates it, and you give it a sword... It can immediately deduce the most suitable set of sword techniques, and can even act as a sparring partner.]
[Scott: Its strength, well, it's no worse than our senior team leader models.]
[Scott: How about you send me an address, and I'll send you one?]
[Daziel: I'm afraid we don't need it. We don't believe we'll have a use for your mech.]
Scott's message followed immediately, filled with peculiar enthusiasm.
[Scott: It's free!]
The next day, just as dawn broke. A huge metal crate was delivered to the inn's entrance. The crate was emblazoned with the logo of the Interstellar Peace Company. The company's logistics efficiency was truly impressive; they even offered next-day delivery.
"Daziel! What's this? What a huge box!"
March 7th circled the box twice, her blue and pink eyes full of curiosity.
Daziel briefly explained his transaction with Scott.
The girl's eyes immediately lit up.
"Really? Open it up, quick!"
She impatiently got to work. With a few clicks of mechanical locks, the crate's sides slid open.
A sleek, silver-white humanoid mech stood silently inside, its streamlined body gleaming with metallic coldness.
Its appearance wasn't bulky, but rather remarkably slender, with intricate and complex joint designs.
Its face was a smooth black crystal, devoid of any features, exuding a cold, technological aesthetic.
Daziel looked at the mech, his expression turning a little strange.
March 7th praised it wholeheartedly. She stepped forward, eager to try it out.
"After training for so many days, I've been dying to see how much I've improved!"
Daziel watched her excited expression, but calmly poured cold water on her enthusiasm.
"This mech, besides needing a pilot, also needs a sword before it can be activated."
He pointed to the mech's empty hand.
She extended a slender finger, pointing to the "ominous weapon" lying quietly on the table nearby.
"No need to be so troublesome, Daziel. Look, don't we still have a sword?"
Daziel followed her gaze, his lips twitching involuntarily. On the table lay the very Demon Sword, which closely resembled a Fairy Wand in appearance. Its blade was thick and rounded, its entire body dark and dull, emitting an eerie aura.
He immediately waved his hands repeatedly, his tone resolute.
"No, no! This thing is really strange! Who knows what weird things will happen if this mech takes it. What if the mech goes crazy too?"
"Oh, come on, it should be fine!"
March 7th, however, didn't think much of it. She skipped to the table, picked up the Demon Sword, weighed it in her hand, seemingly not finding it very dangerous.
After all, she had used this sword so many times that she no longer had any misgivings about it.
"See, only other people get their minds affected and have mental problems when they take this Demon Sword. This mech is just controlled by a program, a cold hunk of iron. It has no emotions or desires, plus if you yourself are piloting it, what's there to be afraid of?"
She paused, her eyes darting around, her tone holding a mix of mischief and anticipation.
"Besides, Daziel, think about it. Although this Demon Sword can enhance my sword intent, it doesn't have any matching sword techniques. Aren't you curious what the sword techniques truly suitable for this Demon Sword would look like? This mech claims to be able to deduce the most suitable sword techniques, right? Let's give it a try!"
Daziel listened to March 7th's words, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He had to admit, her words indeed piqued his curiosity.
The peculiar nature of this Demon Sword... If there truly were sword techniques that matched it, what would they look like?
And how capable was this mech Scott was touting? Using this strange sword to test it... seemed like it could reveal some clues.
"Little March, what you said... seems to make some sense."
Daziel stroked his chin, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"I am indeed curious what this mech can deduce if it gets its hands on that Demon Sword. Let's see if it's truly as amazing as Scott says."
He changed the subject, adding: "Anyway, Scott also mentioned the mech's upper limit of strength, it's just their senior team leader level, so it can't stir up any big trouble."
March 7th cheerfully agreed. Daziel immediately turned, opened the mech's cockpit hatch, and climbed inside.
March 7th also carefully placed the dull Demon Sword into the empty metal right hand of the silver-white mech.
The moment the Demon Sword touched the mech's palm, something seemed to be triggered. The cockpit hatch slowly closed.
With a soft "thunk," a faint blue light ignited on the mech's previously empty black crystal faceplate, like deep eyes slowly opening.
Immediately after, a series of intricate mechanical whirs came from the mech's joints. Its fingers slowly curled, clutching the Fairy Wand-like Demon Sword firmly.
"It moved! It moved!"
March 7th excitedly leaped a step back, pointing at the mech and exclaiming.
The silver-white mech slowly lifted its head, the blue light on its black face scanning around, finally settling on March 7th. Its arm, clutching the Demon Sword, slightly lifted, adopting a starting stance.
This stance didn't belong to any sword style Daziel knew. It looked a little strange, yet carried an ineffable sense of harmony.
Daziel focused and remained vigilant, sitting in the mech's cockpit, ready to respond to any sudden situation.
The next moment, the mech moved.
The mech, by analyzing the Demon Sword, immediately deciphered a corresponding set of sword techniques.
Daziel merely tried pressing those key controls, and manipulating the joystick, the mech began to move.
The mech's movements weren't fast, one could even say they were a bit slow, but every step was incredibly precise.
Holding the "Demon Sword," its tip pointed directly at March 7th.
March 7th immediately adopted a defensive stance. These days of "sword practice" had significantly improved her combat instincts. She closely tracked the mech's movements, completely focused.
However, Daziel's next operation was completely beyond March 7th's expectations.
The sword's body vibrated slightly, and its tip, neither too close nor too far, lightly struck March 7th's body, the force just right.
March 7th felt a strange sensation from the spot where she was touched, as if a weak current passed through, making her whole body tremble slightly.
She couldn't tell if it was from the Demon Sword itself or the mech's doing.
The feeling wasn't painful, but it made her let out a short, uncontrollable gasp.
She instinctively wanted to retreat, but the mech's movements became even faster.
"Hold on a little longer."
Daziel's reply, mixed with electronic sound effects, came through the screen.
March 7th helplessly stuck out her tongue, focusing entirely on dealing with the mech in front of her.
"Seems legit? It really gave a set of sword techniques?"
March 7th was a little surprised by the mech's wonder, her body also slightly trembling due to the continuous attacks.
She wanted to counter with the swords Yunli had given her, but the mech's movements were too fast, too bizarre, she simply couldn't.
What made it even harder for her was that with every tremor and touch of the Demon Sword, she felt a familiar sensation rise within her.
That peculiar experience triggered by Lingsha's divine oil now seemed to be reignited by this "Demon Sword," and erupted in an even more intense manner.
Daziel watched March 7th struggle under the mech's high-frequency attacks, unable to dodge effectively.
At this moment, a sense of accomplishment suddenly swelled within him from piloting the mech. This feeling was completely different from personally "sparring" with March 7th, a completely different experience.
The more Daziel played, the more he enjoyed it. The mech he was piloting launched even more fervent and fierce unique attacks on March 7th.
He wielded the Demon Sword in his hand, suddenly changing his strategy.
No longer just small, precise jabs and pokes, but instead, with an extremely suggestive posture, he used the blunt, short sword body to gently slide along March 7th's body curves.
"Ahhh... You damn Daziel, are these new sword moves you learned from the mech?"
March 7th's voice was already breaking, filled with sounds of barely holding on.
Her legs uncontrollably clamped together. Her body was as soft as spring water.
If Daziel, controlling the mech, hadn't gently supported her waist at a certain moment, she probably would have collapsed onto the ground.
The places touched by the sword techniques felt like countless tiny insects crawling under her skin, or like feathers constantly tickling the most sensitive spots, making her whole body restless, and her consciousness began to blur.
March 7th experienced this wholly new experience, veins throbbing on her forehead.
"This isn't sword practice at all! This is clearly... Daziel just teasing her in another way!"
"Itchy? How can it be itchy?"
March 7th twisted slightly in his arms, seemingly trying to escape the increasingly intense strange sensation, her voice tinged with a whine, full of grievance.
"It's just... it's a very strange itch... like it's crawling out from under my skin..."
She was halfway through speaking when she suddenly let out an uncontrollable soft moan, her body uncontrollably trembling lightly.
Daziel's brows slightly furrowed. He looked up at Yunli, who was leaning casually against the bedpost not far away, watching this side with great interest. He couldn't help but ask:
"Yunli, what exactly is going on? This divine oil of yours..."
Seeing Daziel look over, Yunli showed no panic at all. Instead, she offered a meaningful, faint smile.
"Oh, Daziel-Big Brother, March-Big Sister, don't rush."
She spoke slowly, her voice still sweet and charming, yet with a hint of barely perceptible mischief.
"This divine oil, besides relieving pain, actually... actually has a little... small effect."
"Stimulating potential?"
March 7th now felt her whole body burning with heat, that indescribable itchiness seemingly grown claws, moving along her sensitive spots, making her unbearably want to scratch, yet not knowing where to start.
Her face was so red it looked like it could drip blood. Her watery eyes were veiled with a misty haze, and her voice became broken and intermittent, filled with alluring whimpers.
Daziel looked at March 7th's appearance, then thought of Yunli's mischievous smile, and instantly understood.
Yunli extended her rosy tongue tip, lightly licking her somewhat dry lips, her gaze boldly meeting Daziel's, without reservation, she admitted.
"Perhaps March-Big Sister's constitution is special, and her reaction is a bit more intense. But it's fine, just adapt a little more."
She paused, her tone growing more ambiguous: "And, this way... ungh, the medicinal effect can penetrate and be absorbed better, Daziel-Big Brother, you have to help March-Big Sister apply it evenly. After all, those are the acupoints that were impacted by the Demon Sword!"
March 7th listened to Yunli's words, her blushing so hard she almost buried her head in Daziel's embrace, protesting in a small voice.
"Yunli! You... you did this on purpose!"
That itching sensation, like a prairie fire, rapidly spread throughout March 7th's entire body.
Her breathing grew more rapid, her body increasingly sensitive. Every casual touch of Daziel's fingertips could make her emit a series of small, fragmented sounds.
Yunli gracefully rose at this moment, moving lightly barefoot, walking up to the two of them.
She looked down at March 7th, who was disheveled and flushed, then glanced at Daziel, whose breathing was also a little unsteady. A satisfied smile played on her lips.
There was nothing for it, Daziel could only pull March 7th and Yunli into another round of sword practice.
Just then, his phone screen suddenly lit up, and a new message popped up.
Daziel looked. The sender was...
Why would he contact him at this time?
Daziel's fingers paused, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.
[Scott: Mr. Daziel? Are you there?]
Daziel's eyebrow twitched slightly, and he replied.
[To Daziel: Spit it out, if you have something to say, say it.]
Scott contacting him at this time, Daziel just had a bad feeling about it.
[To Daziel: Expanding your market, what does that have to do with me?]
Not long after the message was sent, Scott replied almost instantly.
[Scott: I saw your Moments post yesterday...]
[Scott: Said you were sparring with Miss March 7th? And you lamented the difficulties of being a sparring partner?]
Daziel's expression instantly became a little strange.
Daziel looked at those few words, and his initial firm refusal wavered.
[Scott: Based on your relationship with our Director Topaz, we won't charge a single credit.]
[Scott: As long as Miss March wins two matches, just mention our mech in the post-match interview.]
Daziel didn't lack the credits, but a freebie opportunity knocking on his door? He wasn't going to turn it down.
[Daziel: Free, huh... Then send it over. I'll give it a try.]
[Scott: Great! I'll arrange for shipping right away!]
This model... how does it look so similar to a Glamoth mech?
It even holds a sword, except theirs is a lightsaber, a bit more advanced...
Are you taking advantage of Glamoth being destroyed and figuring they won't sue your company, huh?
"Besides the two short swords Yunli gave you, where else do we have a sword for it to use now?"
Hearing that, March 7th's blue and pink eyes darted around. As if she'd thought of something, her small nose wrinkled slightly.
"But Little Master Yunli seems to have gone on an errand with her grandfather, General Huaiyan, today. She said she wouldn't be back until very, very late."
Daziel pondered for a moment, then suggested: "How about... we ask Yanqing to get one?"
"He has quite a collection of good swords, and he probably wouldn't refuse us..."
March 7th, however, tilted her head. A hint of mischief flashed in her sparkling eyes.
"Hehe, you always say I'm clumsy, but when it matters, I can be smart too!"
Daziel chuckled helplessly, looking at her smug little expression. His worries dissipated a bit.
"Then... should we try it out now?"
March 7th held up the oddly shaped Demon Sword, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Daziel, then at the silver-white mech.
"Be careful. If something feels off, I'll stop immediately, and you should react accordingly."
It didn't launch a fierce attack like a traditional swordsman. Instead, it moved with a strange, rhythmic gait, slowly approaching March 7th.
The tip of the Demon Sword in its hand drew indescribable trajectories in the air.
It wasn't stabbing at vital points. Instead, it seemed more like... probing?
"It... what is it doing?"
March 7th watched the mech move faster and faster, and the "Demon Sword" constantly swaying before her eyes, asking somewhat confusedly.
Daziel, through the holographic projection screen, also frowned. The mech's movements exuded an indescribable strangeness.
Just as March 7th's attention wavered, the mech suddenly accelerated, and the Demon Sword in its hand extended at a tricky angle.
The "Demon Sword" began to glide over her body. Every attack and entanglement aimed at March 7th was accompanied by the sword's slight but high-frequency vibrations.
The mech's movements were fluid and graceful, as if precisely calculated. Every point of impact was beyond March 7th's expectations.
"Daziel! You... you're so strange! Are these the sword moves it deciphered for you?"
March 7th swayed and screamed. She started to have trouble coping, and her breathing became rapid.
Wherever the sword touched, a series of indescribable, wondrous sensations surged forth. Similar to the feelings triggered by Yunli's divine oil before, yet with a more direct, more intense sensory feeling.
"It did give a set of Demon Sword usage demonstration diagrams. I only glanced at them and then freestyled. I'm just getting into it, you know!"
Daziel's piloting of the mech grew faster and faster.
The "Demon Sword" in its hand seemed to come alive, sometimes lightly tapping the girl's sensitive points, causing her to let out a series of uncontrollable reactions; other times, sweeping across her thighs, making her almost...
"Daziel, that guy, he's too bad! Though this feeling... isn't so bad after all."
March 7th forcibly endured the sensations in her body, then picked up her twin swords again and lunged towards Daziel.
However, no sooner said than done...
The blue light on the mech's face flickered erratically, seemingly analyzing something.
Before March 7th could react to what was happening, the mech's hand, gripping the Demon Sword, suddenly paused, and then it began to "operate" in a completely new, even more incredible way.
However, just as the "Demon Sword" was about to touch March 7th, the mech's movements abruptly ceased.
The blue light on its face flickered violently a few times, then the arm holding the Demon Sword slowly lowered.
The tip of the Demon Sword, aimed at March 7th, slowly but irresistibly extended towards her. The sword body still trembled faintly, emitting a low "whirring" sound.
March 7th's eyes widened. She wanted to dodge, but her body was skillfully controlled by the mech Daziel was piloting, unable to move.
Seeing this, Daziel intended to deliver a finishing blow to March 7th.
Broken, intermittent electronic synthesized sounds emanated from within the mech. Then, the blue light on its face went out, and the entire mech completely ceased movement, like a statue.
The mech's hatch also slowly opened, not letting Daziel continue to play.
"Hahh... hahh..."
March 7th collapsed to the ground, soaked in fragrant sweat, her pretty face flushed crimson, her eyes hazy, gasping for breath. The culprit, the "Demon Sword," also slipped from the mech's loosened grip, falling to the ground with a "thud."
Daziel looked at March 7th, who could no longer resist, then at the sparring session that had been cut short. He sighed helplessly.
"What kind of situation is this?!"
"Why did it stop so abruptly here? This company's mech isn't that good either."
Broken, intermittent electronic synthesized sounds emanated from within the mech. Then, the blue light on its face went out, and the entire mech completely ceased movement, like a statue.
The mech's hatch also slowly opened, not letting Daziel continue to play.
"Hahh... hahh..."
March 7th collapsed to the ground, soaked in fragrant sweat, her pretty face flushed crimson, her eyes hazy, gasping for breath. The culprit, the "Demon Sword," also slipped from the mech's loosened grip, falling to the ground with a "thud."
Daziel looked at March 7th, who could no longer resist, then at the sparring session that had been cut short. He sighed helplessly.
"What kind of situation is this?!"
"Why did it stop so abruptly here? This company's mech isn't that good either."
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