patreon.com/StarMoon10
for Advance Chapter
Mo Bai walked out of the cultivation chamber. Outside the door, Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan were waiting quietly. They had clearly heard the commotion inside, and their faces carried faint blushes.
"Master." The two bowed simultaneously.
"Zhuqing, starting tomorrow, you are responsible for monitoring Blazing Academy's movements, especially Huo Wu. I want to know her movements and emotional changes at every moment."
"Yes." Zhu Zhuqing responded, her voice clear and cold.
"Yan'er, go prepare some things." Mo Bai took a list out of his storage soul-tool. "Gather these medicinal herbs before tomorrow. Fire attribute, supplemented with effects to nourish the meridians and amplify sensory perception... you know what to do."
Dugu Yan took the list, scanned it, and a flash of realization appeared in her eyes: "Master is preparing a 'gift' for Huo Wu?"
"You could say that." Mo Bai smiled. "She needs a bit of a push to make up her mind. And what we need to do is hand her that straw just when she is most wavering."
The two girls looked at each other, both seeing the same look in the other's eyes—the expectation of witnessing another person fall.
Late at night.
Huo Wu lay on her dorm bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Mo Bai's gaze from earlier that day and the things Huo Wushuang had said repeated in her head. When she closed her eyes, she could see the glory of Ning Rongrong's nine-layered tower, see Dugu Yan's bizarre poison, and see Xiao Wu's fifth spirit skill that made her heart turn cold.
Then, these images slowly distorted, turning into herself.
She stood on the stage, surrounded by four black spirit rings—yes, all four were black, ten-thousand-year rings. Her flames were no longer ordinary scarlet but had turned into a deep dark red, the temperature high enough to melt steel. Everyone in the audience looked at her with horrified eyes; those who used to look down on her, those who had defeated her, could now only look up at her.
And on the other side of the stage, Mo Bai stood there, giving her a slight smile.
"Come," he said. "Accept my power, and you will become the true Queen of Flames."
Huo Wu snapped her eyes open, sitting up in bed.
Her heart was racing, and she was covered in cold sweat. She touched her face and found her cheeks burning hot. A strange moisture came from between her legs, and looking down—the crotch of her pajama pants was actually wet in a small patch, her pussy lips swollen and slick.
"I... how could I..." Huo Wu's face turned red instantly. She had actually... just from a fantasy about a man...
She rushed into the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. In the mirror, there were bloodshot streaks in her eyes, confusion, and a longing that she herself was unwilling to admit.
"Huo Wu, are you crazy?" she said to herself in the mirror. "That person definitely has problems; can't you see it? Those girls... they are no longer normal people!"
But the version of her in the mirror only looked back in silence.
After a long time, Huo Wu whispered: "But... I want that power."
"I really... really, really want it."
She dried her face, returned to bed, but could no longer fall asleep. As she tossed and turned, her fingers unconsciously slid between her legs, where the slippery texture remained. She bit her lip as Mo Bai's figure surfaced in her mind again.
This time, the image was even clearer.
She saw herself kneeling before that man, just like the girls she had seen on the stage today. The man reached out, tilted her chin up, and then kissed her deeply. His tongue pried open her teeth, invading dominantly and tangling with hers. His large palm covered her full breast, kneading and teasing the hard nipple through the fabric before slipping inside to pinch and roll it. His other hand slid between her legs, fingers probing her already soaked folds before pushing two thick digits deep inside her tight pussy, stretching the slick walls and curling to hit that sensitive spot that made her gasp and moan into his mouth. He finger-fucked her harder and faster, her juices coating his hand and dripping down her thighs while her heavy breasts heaved against his chest.
"Ah..." Huo Wu couldn't help let out a moan, her fingers having already slipped into her underwear, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. She would never be like this; she was the proud Huo Wu, the genius of Blazing Academy—how could she be like this over a man?
But the body's reaction was honest. The pleasure from her fingertips made her arch her back, her other hand grabbing the bedsheet so hard her nails nearly embedded into her palm.
In her mind, that fantasy continued. The man pinned her against the wall, entering her from behind. His thick, veiny cock forced its way into her slick pussy, brutally stretching her narrow walls obscenely wide. The swollen head pried apart her pink folds inch by inch, dragging roughly along every sensitive ridge before slamming heavily against her cervix with crushing force, battering her womb and sending sharp, aching shocks of pleasure through her core. Her pussy lips clung tightly to the thick shaft, stretched thin and glistening, every throbbing vein pulsing against her convulsing flesh as hot love juices squirted around the invading length with each powerful thrust. He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slapping sounds of flesh against flesh filling the room, his heavy balls smacking her clit with every deep plunge.
"Mo Bai... Mo Bai..." Huo Wu unconsciously muttered the name, her fingers picking up speed—two fingers now plunging in and out of her dripping pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit furiously. Pleasure came like a tide; her legs began to shake uncontrollably, her toes curling, and her breathing became more and more rapid.
When the final climax arrived, she bit her lip hard, not letting herself make a sound. Her body trembled violently, her honey path contracted sharply around her fingers, and a surge of hot juices squirted out, soaking her underwear and the bedsheet beneath her.
She slumped on the bed, panting heavily, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After a long time, she finally sat up, changed into clean underwear, and stuffed the dirty bedsheet under the bed. Having done all this, she sat on the edge of the bed, covering her face with both hands.
Tears flowed from between her fingers.
It wasn't regret, nor was it shame. It was fear—fear that she was so easily attracted to a stranger, fear of her longing for that twisted power, fear of the defense line within her heart that was collapsing bit by bit.
But after crying, she wiped her tears, her gaze becoming firm again.
Tomorrow.
She would go find him tomorrow.
She wanted to ask clearly just what that power was. She wanted to see what the price was.
If the price was something she could afford...
Huo Wu clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palm and bringing a slight sting.
Then she would pay it.
It was better than being mediocre for a lifetime, better than being stepped on by others forever.
Outside the window, the horizon was already showing the white belly of dawn.
A new day, and a new hunt, was about to begin.