"Five thousand soul coins? And provisions?!" The six men exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from cautious to excited.
Their eyes burned with anticipation as they turned toward Yu Xiaogang.
"Yes, Holy Lady!" they chorused.
As Bibi Dong departed, screams of pain and terror filled the iron-walled chamber.
"What an adorable boy… Brother, I'll take the first turn!"
"Raaah! Charge, brothers!!"
"Ahhh! You bunch of… w-waaahhh…"
The chamber echoed with Yu Xiaogang's tortured cries, signaling the beginning of his forced "transformation."
Inside the elegant office of Tang Yuehua at Yuexuan Pavilion, a quiet tension lingered in the air.
[Current Sister Yuehua Favorability: 95%]
"Sister Yuehua, do you love me?" Yuan Longxuan asked with an easy smile, though even he seemed a little surprised by the suddenness of his own question.
Yuehua blinked at him, caught off guard. In all her years, she had received her fair share of love proposals....most from nobles, many from men who admired her beauty and status....but she had never taken any of them to heart. Yet here she was, after only a handful of days with Yuan Longxuan, finding herself… drawn to him.
Perhaps it was his confidence. Perhaps it was that he came from the prestigious Houtian Sect.
Or perhaps it was simply because, unlike all the others, he dared to look her in the eye without fear.
Still… she wondered....would the world accept such a bond, between a man younger than her and a woman with her reputation?
"What's wrong, Sister Yuehua? You're lost in thought. I asked you something, but you haven't answered," Yuan Longxuan teased, leaning forward slightly.
His voice pulled her from her reverie. She looked at him, hesitant. "If people see you with me, what will they think? You're younger than I am....will they not mock you for loving an older woman?"
Yuan Longxuan's smile didn't waver. "Sister Yuehua, why think of yourself that way? You're not old....you're just… perfect. A few years' difference means nothing.
Love doesn't count the seasons we've lived through. And if anyone dares to speak ill of us…" His eyes flashed. "I'll silence them myself. No one questions the strong."
"Such bold words for someone your age," Yuehua murmured, a faint, bittersweet smile on her lips. She thought of her own limitations....her soul power had never passed the tenth rank, making the dream of becoming a Soul Master forever out of reach. It was that very shame that had driven her from home, seeking a way to prove herself.
"I love you, Yuan Longxuan… but do you truly want me?"
"Want you? Of course I do. Why wouldn't I desire a woman as beautiful as you?" He laughed, almost shy in the face of his own honesty.
She pressed her palm gently against his chest, shaking her head. "Don't exaggerate. There are women on this continent far prettier than me."
"Perhaps," he conceded softly, "but in my eyes, you are....and will always be....the most beautiful."
Her cheeks warmed. "Where did you learn to speak like that? Surely many women have been swayed by such words."
"Whether they have or not doesn't matter," he said, voice steady. "All that matters is that Sister Yuehua has been swayed. That alone is my greatest victory."
The warmth of his words lingered between them, filling the quiet office like a soft, invisible embrace.
Yuehua lowered her gaze for a moment before looking back at him. "We love each other now… so what should we do?"
Yuan Longxuan's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "Since we love each other… we should make our bond stronger."
"And how… exactly?" she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with curiosity and a trace of nervousness.
Though she was older, she didn't truly know what two lovers might do when left alone in the quiet, with no one else to see.
Her uncertainty only seemed to deepen the warmth in his gaze.
Without breaking eye contact, Yuan Longxuan stepped closer until she could feel the faint heat radiating from his body.
Slowly, he drew her into his arms. She stiffened at first, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the scent of his clothes....warm, faintly spiced.....made her relax.
Her face burned with a rosy flush, betraying the inner turmoil beneath her calm facade. Leaning close, his breath brushed her ear, making her slender frame shiver.
"Sister Yuehua, you smell wonderful."
Are you ready for tonight?"
Tang Yuehua caught the meaning in his tone, and a rush of heat rose to her cheeks. Flustered, she gently pulled herself from Yuan Longxuan's grasp and turned away, unable to meet his eyes.
But Yuan Longxuan reached out, turning her back toward him.
His gaze locked on hers, steady and intense. "Are you ready?" he repeated softly.
She hesitated only a moment before nodding.
"I want to taste your beautiful pink lips, Sister Yuehua," he murmured.
The suddenness of his words made her blush even harder. Lowering her gaze, she whispered shyly, "Who would stop you? I want to be yours… you can do whatever you wish."
Unable to control himself any longer, Yuan Longxuan wrapped both arms tightly around Tang Yuehua, pressing his lips against hers in a deep kiss.
What an intoxicating taste…
Her lips were like ripe fruit, soft and sweet, with a faint rosy hue.
From her body drifted a delicate, natural fragrance that drove Yuan Longxuan to the edge of madness.
At first, Tang Yuehua didn't react, but soon she found herself responding to his kiss, her body instinctively leaning closer.
Yuan Longxuan gently parted her lips, sliding his own inside, savoring the feel as he began to suck softly on her lips.
There was a faint, tempting saltiness....both their lips moving wildly, hungrily against each other.
A few soft, breathy moans escaped from Tang Yuehua's throat, making Yuan Longxuan kiss her even more fervently, as if determined to drink in every drop of her sweetness.
Tang Yuehua was no passive participant.....she returned every kiss, matching his hunger with her own. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a dizzying mix of heat and pleasure that made her forget the world.
They kissed like that for a long while, lips and tongues intertwined, until breathlessness finally forced them apart. Both smiled faintly, their eyes locked.
"How was it, Tang Yuehua?" Yuan Longxuan asked, his voice low and teasing.
Blushing, she lowered her gaze without answering.
"There's no need to be shy, Yuehua," he whispered with a mischievous smile. "Tonight, I'll break through every last bit of your shyness… and make you mine."
Lifting her chin, Yuan Longxuan claimed her mouth again....this time with more force, his lips moving aggressively, greedily taking in every trace of her taste and mingled breath.
Tang Yuehua couldn't hold back her soft, trembling moans—ah… ahh… mm…....her body melting completely into his embrace.
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