⚠️ Warning: This version contains mature R18+ content, meant for adult readers. Themes include seduction, and villainous domination.
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Fog swirls over Emerald Cloud City, Lin Rou's bathhouse glows with lanternlight. Ice poison stirs in her veins as she bathes, waiting—longing—for the warmth only one man brings…
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> Knock. Then silence.
> "You left the gate open," came the low voice. "I feared something had happened."
The steam trembled.
Wei Yunzhao—or rather, Gu Changge—stepped through the door like a shadow birthed from moonlight. His robe hung open at the chest, and every movement radiated calm, coiled energy.
Lin Rou flushed, slipping deeper into the bath.
> "I—I didn't expect…"
> "You called me without knowing," he whispered, kneeling by the edge. "The poison. It's awakened again."
His hand reached into his sleeve, drawing out a small porcelain vial with a golden seal.
> "Solar Lotus dew. Yang pearls. But to work…"
"It must be absorbed… from skin to skin."
She stared, torn between pride and pain.
> "May I join you?"
Her nod was faint.
But it was enough.
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He stepped into the water.
The moment his foot broke the surface, the entire bath brightened—gold and pink light rippling from his body. His robe slid off, revealing a torso carved like jade, glowing faintly with demonic lines pulsing beneath the skin.
He moved closer. Every brush of his thigh against hers sent warmth crawling through her nerves like spring rain melting ice.
> "You're trembling," he murmured.
> "From the cold," she whispered.
> "Then let me thaw you."
His hands moved to her shoulders, massaging softly, coaxing warmth into poisoned meridians. She leaned into his touch.
> "You've suffered too long."
> "You're not him…" she said. "But you feel like…"
> [Truthwoven Seal Activated — Lie Becomes Reality.] (uses 0)
"He asked me to take care of you, Lin Rou. Before he vanished… he made me swear."
Her eyes filled with sudden tears. Her defenses fell.
He leaned down, kissed the hollow of her neck—where the poison once bloomed.
She gasped.
> "Yunzhao…"
"Please don't stop."
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Her robe slipped off, clinging wet to her hips before falling aside.
He lowered her gently onto the stone edge, her legs trembling. Her hair was soaked, lips parted, eyes glassy with need.
He kissed her thighs slowly, reverently, his tongue tracing ancient meridian lines. Then—
He devoured her.
His mouth moved with slow precision—dark, patient, skilled. Not mortal. Not human. He drank from her like it was sacred wine.
> "Ahh—mmnnh—!" she sobbed, one hand fisting his hair, the other clawing at the stone.
He didn't stop.
Not when her legs trembled. Not when she cried out. Not when she begged.
Only when her voice broke from release did he finally lift his head.
> "You bloom beautifully," he whispered.
And then she did the unthinkable.
She knelt in the water, trembling, cheeks flushed, and reached for his shaft—long, thick, veined with glowing crimson heat.
She stroked it slowly… then took it into her mouth.
> "Good," he whispered, guiding her head. "That's it, Lin Rou. Let me feel your loyalty."
Her tongue worshiped him, her mouth eager. Not with shame—but devotion.
This was no longer lust.
It was a ritual.
She was giving herself to him.
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He pulled her up.
Turned her around.
Bent her against the smooth stone of the bath, her hips rising out of the water, body slick and shining.
Her honeypot was wet and waiting.
> "You want this," he whispered against her back.
> "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, gods… please—"
He entered her in one deep, deliberate thrust.
She cried out, arching, hands scrambling for purchase.
> "So deep—aaahh—!"
He moved with slow, devastating force. Every stroke caused ripples across the bath surface, steam dancing around them.
The position—doggy style—made her feel vulnerable, dominated. And yet… never safer.
He leaned down, one hand wrapping around to stroke her, the other gripping her hip.
> "Feel it, Lin Rou," he growled. "Your body knows me now."
She came again, sobbing into the stone, her moans echoing in the bathhouse like prayers to a forbidden god.
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Later, when her body could no longer stand, he pulled her into his lap.
She straddled him now, face-to-face, limbs wrapped around him.
He held her waist as she rode him—slow, wet slaps echoing as she ground against him.
Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lips kissed his throat, jaw, lips—each movement more desperate, more worshipful.
> "Let me take care of you," she whispered, riding harder.
> "That's it," he growled, meeting her pace. "Be mine."
They climaxed together.
Her voice rose in a broken cry. His teeth sank lightly into her shoulder—marking her. Branding her.
She collapsed in his arms.
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Outside the window, behind the flowering pomegranate tree, Lin Xian'er watched—motionless.
She'd seen everything.
At first, she thought Lin Rou was being attacked. But the moans, the way she clung to him… it wasn't pain.
It was ecstasy.
Her hand covered her mouth. Her legs felt weak.
She'd never seen such intimacy. Such rawness. And worst of all—
> "Why does my heart… hurt?"
> "Why do I feel like I want to… trade places with her?"
Then it happened.
Gu Changge turned.
Through the glass, his crimson eyes locked onto hers.
He smiled.
Slow. Knowing.
Xian'er stumbled back into the dark, face burning.
But something inside her had awakened.
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Inside, Lin Rou lay naked in his arms, exhausted, marked by him. Her breaths were soft, steady.
He stroked her hair idly, eyes fixed on the window.
"One flower devoured."
"One more ready to bloom."
He stood, wrapping a robe around himself. His gaze rose to the stars outside.
And high above, Lin Tian's fate thread dimmed once more—unraveling, fraying, flickering like a candle near a storm.
Gu Changge's smile deepened.
> "Let them love me," he whispered.
"And I'll burn their world down from the heart."
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End of Chapter 8
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