Mu Qinglan had never sweat during meditation.
Her body was a temple of control, her heart like still water, her mind like cold jade. She had silenced every urge — mastered her Yin Core, resisted all worldly distraction.
Until now.
Until him.
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The secluded jade chamber echoed with soft breathing.
Han Li sat across from her, bare-chested, his palm against hers. Between them, a shallow bowl of lotus water reflected the glow of their linked Qi threads. A neutral spiritual practice—on paper.
But every time he exhaled, his energy wound through hers like fingers under silk, warm and invasive.
And her breath… shook.
"Are you alright, Saintess?" he asked, voice like velvet.
"…Fine," she whispered, even as her thighs clenched beneath her robe.
Her nipples had hardened beneath her inner robes, brushing distractingly against the smooth silk lining. Worse, a damp heat had begun to gather between her legs — soft at first, now undeniably slick.
> Alert: Yin Core Temperature Rising.
Moisture Accumulation Detected.
Suppression Seal weakened: 7%.
Subject Reaction: Untrained in Lust. Susceptible to spiritual seduction.
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Han Li slowly tilted his palm, letting a thin thread of his Qi caress her wrist, up her arm, coiling toward her shoulder.
She jolted.
Her eyes fluttered open, cheeks flushed pink. "T-That is not a neutral technique…"
"Apologies," he said smoothly. "It must have slipped."
His thumb gently brushed hers.
Her breath caught.
Mu Qinglan had been trained by spiritual ascetics — men and women who spoke in mantras and sat in stone caves. No one had ever touched her hand. No one had ever made her feel…
Warm.
Shaky.
Hungry.
Her thighs squeezed again, trying to still the gentle throbbing of her untouched slit.
And that's when she gasped.
A single bead of sweat slid down her collarbone, traced between her breasts beneath the thin robe, and dripped to her lap — where a wet patch had started to darken her inner skirt.
Her heart froze.
Han Li noticed.
"…You're leaking," he said softly.
Her entire face went crimson.
"I—That's—spiritual discharge! N-Nothing more!"
Han Li smiled. "I see."
But the glow in his eyes told her he saw everything.
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The next few minutes were torture.
Every Qi exchange made her shiver.
Her inner thighs were soaked. Her nipples throbbed beneath her robe. Her fingers twitched every time he shifted slightly closer.
Her eyes darted to his chest — firm, lightly defined, glowing faintly with the same Qi that kept corrupting her body.
She imagined his hand on her thigh.
His lips on her neck.
His fingers spreading her beneath these holy robes.
She gasped aloud.
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> Alert: Spiritual Leak – Mu Qinglan's Yin Core has reacted.
Seal cracked: 12%.
Climactic Symptoms: Pre-orgasmic trance entering.
Mission Update: "Corrupt the Saintess" Phase 1 – 86% Complete.
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"Saintess," Han Li said, voice low. "If you truly want to purify yourself, you may have to surrender control."
Her breath trembled.
He leaned in—across the spiritual bowl—bringing their lips dangerously close.
She froze.
Heart pounding.
Eyes wide.
Then—
"C-Continue the session tomorrow," she said, leaping to her feet. "Alone. I mean, separate!"
She turned to flee—
But the moment she stood, her inner robe shifted — the slickness between her legs stuck, clinging.
Han Li saw it.
A glisten.
A patch of spiritual moisture on pure white silk.
She vanished out the door in a blur of spiritual light.
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Han Li chuckled softly, brushing the rim of the empty lotus bowl.
> Saintess Mu Qinglan — Desire Awakening.
Next Move Suggested: "Sacred Touch" — physical body contact in next session.
Reward Projection: First Orgasm – 2500 EP.
Target now dreams of MC's energy nightly.