The translucent crystal in Ye Chen's palm pulsed with a cold, silver light as a thread of his Dou Qi seeped into it.
The glow deepened, swirling within like liquid moonlight before bursting outward.
In the space between them, the light wove itself into a projection....crystal-clear, painfully vivid, and utterly damning.
Xiao Xun'er's breath caught in her throat.
There she was.
Completely bare, her supple body arching and writhing, legs hooked tightly around Ye Chen's waist as he drove into her with unrelenting rhythm.
The image was so sharp she could see the sheen of sweat on her flushed skin, the trembling of her thighs, the way her head tilted back in ecstasy.
And then....
The sound began.
"Ah! Nnnh… M–Master…! H–harder…!"
Her own voice....breathless, shameless, soaked in desperate pleasure....filled the air like a forbidden melody.
Every moan struck her like a hammer to the chest.
The more it played, the hotter her shame burned… yet the harder it was to tear her eyes away.
"M–Master… ah! T–too deep—! I–I can't—!"
Her stomach twisted violently. That pitch, that trembling tone...it was undeniably hers.
The way her back arched to meet him, the way her nails raked across his shoulders, the way she clung and pleaded....it was all there, stripped of any pretense.
Ye Chen's lips curved in a slow, predatory smile.
"Oh? You sound even sweeter than I remembered."
Her face flamed crimson. "T–That's not—!"
But the projection was merciless, refusing to stop.
"P–Please…! I–I'm close—! Ahh! Ahhh—!"
Her voice climbed higher and higher until it broke into a ragged, shuddering scream of release.
Xiao Xun'er's hands flew to her mouth, as if she could somehow smother the sound, erase the evidence.
Ye Chen chuckled low in his throat, the sound dark and heavy. "You begged so prettily that night. Do you regret it now?"
She shook her head in panic, voice trembling. "S–Stop it… please…"
His fingers clamped firmly around her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
"Why? Does it shame you? Or…" He leaned close enough for his breath to warm her ear. "…does it make you ache all over again?"
A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips, betraying her even as she tried to shrink away.
The recording continued...her frantic gasps, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, the sharp edge of her moans....all weaving together into a symphony of raw, inescapable memory.
Then, from the projection, his own voice rang out....husky with desire:
"Say my name. Scream it."
And she had. Without hesitation.
"M–Master! Master! Ahhh.....!"
Xiao Xun'er jerked in his grasp, her entire body blazing with humiliation,
yet trembling as if every word still reached some deep, forbidden place inside her.
Ye Chen's grin widened as his thumb brushed over her lower lip, lingering there like a silent claim.
"Now… imagine if Xiao Yan heard you like this. Saw you unravel so beautifully under me.
Would he still see you as his pure, untouchable sister?"
Her breath froze, her pupils dilating with shock and fear.
A strangled sob tore free before she could stop it, her resistance crumbling under the weight of her shame.
And in that moment, Ye Chen knew...utterly and without doubt ...that he had broken her.
Show it… to Brother Xiao Yan."
Ye Chen's voice was calm....too calm. That unhurried tone made the words cut deeper than any shout.
Xiao Xun'er froze. For a heartbeat, she thought she had misheard.
But the cold gleam in his eyes told her he meant every word.
Then the fear came.
"No!" Her voice cracked, high and desperate. "Master, you can't—!"
Her knees gave way, and she collapsed forward, clutching at his robes with trembling hands.
The soft silk bunched between her fingers as though she could anchor herself to him, keep him from moving, from doing the unthinkable.
"Please… please, you can't do this to me!" she begged, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
The thought alone made her blood run cold. If Xiao Yan saw that recording...those sounds, those shameless cries...
What would he think of her?
Would he look at her the same way ever again?
Would he even be able to meet her eyes?
Her chest tightened painfully. She had spent years building that image in his mind...pure, innocent, untouchable.
The kind of girl he could admire without guilt, protect without hesitation.
In her memories, Xiao Yan's gaze had always been warm, steady, full of gentle trust.
If this reached him… that light in his eyes would die.
She could almost hear the disgust in his voice, see the contempt twisting his features.
No.
She couldn't let that happen.
Even if she had to cut herself off from him forever.
Even if she had to disappear from his life entirely.
As long as he remembered her as that perfect, flawless version of herself....
She could accept any fate.
But if this image was shown to him…
Her stomach turned.
That version of herself would be shattered beyond repair, buried under the truth of what she had done....what she had become under Ye Chen's touch.
Pure? Innocent? Lovely?
A bitter laugh nearly escaped her lips. Even she no longer believed those words.
No....she knew the truth now. She was filthy.
And the worst part was… she could still feel the echo of that night's pleasure on her skin.
It made her hate herself.
Looking at the projection hanging in the void, Xiao Xun'er saw herself
Saw everything...laid bare in obscene clarity. Her body, her voice, her surrender.
Her tears fell without pause, hot trails running down her cheeks, but the chill in her heart was far colder.
It's over…
Ye Chen watched her with a detached amusement, the corner of his lips curling into a slow, taunting smile. "What's this? Afraid now?"
He stepped closer, letting the faint hum of the projection echo between them. "Weren't you ready to die just a moment ago? So fearless, so defiant… and now look at you."
Her lips trembled, but no words came out.
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