Pressed against the door, Jingliu—whether from tension or excessive shock—felt her legs give way, and she slowly slid down to sit on the floor.
After quite some time, Renji's office door opened again.
Jingliu rushed out, her face flushed, her hair and clothes slightly disheveled. She quickly straightened herself as she hurried away.
Renji stood at the office door, waving at her with a satisfied expression.
"Master, your disciple is always at your service. Feel free to visit anytime~"
On the surface, it truly looked like a scene of revering one's master.
Hearing the implication in Renji's words, Jingliu stumbled in her steps. She turned her head to glare at him resentfully before fleeing without looking back.
Exiting the simulation mode, Renji let out a long sigh.
The process of adjusting Jingliu in the simulated world had gradually become something he relished.
Along with it, he began to enjoy the freedom of mischief within the simulation.
Fortunately, he was cautious and rational by nature, never blurring the line between simulation and reality.
The simulation continued.
[After that incident, it was as if you had opened the door to a new world. You began frequently inviting Jingliu to your office.]
[Before long, rumors started circulating in the Shackling Prison: strange noises could often be heard coming from your office.]
[Jingliu was thin-skinned, so every time she entered or left, she avoided being seen by others. As for you, guilt weighed on your mind, so you never stepped forward to clarify. Thus, the rumors gradually morphed into: the Chief often hides in his office, taking pleasure in tormenting prisoners.]
[When you found out, you couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Stroking Jingliu's silky hair, you teased, "Master, because of you, your disciple is now seen as a pervert in others' eyes."]
["Hmph!" Jingliu snorted coldly, rolling her eyes at you. Her gaze seemed to say: Don't you have any self-awareness about whether you're a pervert or not?]
[Then she lowered her head and resumed her diligent work.]
[To Jingliu, your office was no different from a den of demons. She would rather face an endless siege by the Abundance's abominations than set foot in your office even once.]
[Yet she couldn't refuse your 'invitations'—because you held her weakness firmly in your grasp.]
[For the next several months, you frequently summoned Jingliu to your office, subjecting her to all kinds of 'adjustments.']
[The windowsill, the desk—both atop and beneath it, behind the door… the entire office bore the marks of your 'battles.']
[After months of 'adjustments,' you now knew her body better than she did. A mere flick of your fingers was enough to make her flush crimson and weaken at the knees.]
[You realized that, under your meticulous 'training,' Jingliu's body and mind had been deeply imprinted with your 'brand.' The mark was so profound that she would likely never be free of it.]
[Unfortunately, the heart of the Sword Champion of Luofu was far too resilient. No matter how 'cruel' or 'intense' your methods, while her body succumbed to desire, her spirit never yielded.]
[As long as Jingliu's spirit remained unbroken, she would always be a deadly threat. Given the slightest opportunity, she could easily take your head.]
[Yet this lethal danger stirred a peculiar thrill in your heart. You reveled in it, utterly enthralled…]
[Months later, under Jingliu's relentless urging, you finally agreed to release Baiheng after some deliberation.]
[You gave in so easily for two reasons. First, your 'adjustment' plan was already largely complete.]
[Now, you knew Jingliu's body better than she did. You were familiar with every inch of her skin, every weakness. A mere touch could reduce her to a trembling mess, leaving her slopping wet at your command.]
[Jingliu had been thoroughly molded into your shape…]
[Second, every member of the High-Cloud Quintet had deep connections, making them troublesome to provoke—except Baiheng.]
Renji stroked his chin—that made sense.
Among the High-Cloud Quintet, Jingliu was the Sword Champion of Luofu, Dan Feng was the Imbibitor Lunae, Yingxing was the Master Artisan, and Jing Yuan had the favor of General Teng Xiao. Only Baiheng, a Foxian Nameless, was practically an outsider to Xianzhou.
The Nameless traverse the cosmos, relying on the sterling reputation built by countless predecessors. Nearly every faction in the universe gives them some measure of respect.
But when encountering a ruthless, unscrupulous villain and local tyrant like him, even the Nameless are powerless.
Among the High-Cloud Quintet, Baiheng happened to be the easiest to manipulate.
As the group's beloved, Baiheng was also their collective weakness.
[After releasing Baiheng, when you tried contacting Jingliu again, her attitude was icy and distant, clearly wanting nothing more to do with you.]
[You smirked devilishly, whispering into the phone, "Master, you wouldn't want Baiheng to end up in the Shackling Prison again, would you~?"]
[Those words became Jingliu's nightmare for a long time. Whenever the mood struck, you'd call her, and at the slightest hint of hesitation, you'd repeat that phrase.]
[Within half an hour, Jingliu would appear before you, face flushed with humiliation. You were utterly addicted to her expression—desperate to kill you yet powerless to act.]
[Your 'teaching sessions' soon expanded beyond the cramped office. The Shackling Prison, Starskiff Haven, Everjoy Street... every famous location on the Luofu bore traces of your activities.]
[If not for the twisted nature of your relationship, you might've passed for an ordinary couple.]
[Today, on a whim, you brought Jingliu to Golden Alley, a place steeped in ancient Xianzhou tradition—a romantic spot for couples.]
[To outsiders, you and Jingliu looked like lovers deeply in love. Your arm wrapped around her slender waist, she leaned limply against you as if her bones had melted.]
["Jingliu!?" A voice rang out, thick with surprise.]
[Through your palm, you felt Jingliu's entire body stiffen at the sound.]
[Both of you turned toward the voice simultaneously. Silver-white hair, fluffy ears, lively eyes... it could only be Baiheng.]
At this critical moment, the system suddenly flashed a prompt.
[Special event triggered. Enter immersive mode?]
Renji, engrossed in the simulation, widened his eyes. Why would a chance encounter trigger a special event?
Remembering Baiheng and Jingliu's relationship, he instantly understood.
After a brief hesitation, Renji selected 'Yes.'
The world spun, and he was once again immersed in the simulation.
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