Nestled within a valley shrouded in mist and ancient pines, the secluded Fang Clan village lay in tranquil slumber beneath the watchful gaze of a silver moon. The mortals who called this village home slept peacefully, unaware of the enigmatic presence hidden at its heart.
Deep within the Immortal Fang Forest, an anomaly existed—an endless expanse of youthful pine trees stretching skyward, their emerald needles brushing the heavens. Yet, to the villagers, this mystical grove remained imperceptible. To their mortal eyes, there was no sacred forest—only a towering bronze statue of their revered founder standing at the northern edge of the ring, a silent guardian cast in metal.
But from above, a different truth revealed itself. The village had not been built in a simple clearing but formed a perfect ring encircling the primeval forest. At its core, the colossal statue, rising an awe-inspiring fifty to sixty stories high, stood as the keystone linking the village together. It gazed forward into the mist-laden valley, where the land stretched beyond the horizon, vanishing into the unknown.
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Lian Xue's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling from exhaustion. Every movement sent sharp pangs of pain rippling through her body, the sting of scorched flesh burning beneath her tattered robes. The air was thick—heavy with the acrid stench of burnt wood, sweat, and the remnants of their battle.
This strange village embodied a paradox—where the wisdom of the old converged with the vigor of the new. The ancient pines, gnarled and knowing, whispered their secrets to the young saplings that reached toward the sky, as if locked in an eternal dialogue between past and future. Amid this fusion of history and growth, the village remained timeless, an enigma suspended between legacy and change.
Huff. huff.
Huff.
Lian Xue's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling from exhaustion. Every movement sent sharp pangs of pain rippling through her body, the sting of scorched flesh burning beneath her tattered robes. The air was suffocating—thick with the acrid stench of burnt wood, sweat, and the remnants of their battle.
And then—she heard him.
"It seems… that I'm having another wave of Qi deviation. And thanks to you, Meng has already run away~"
Her blood ran cold.
Her gaze snapped to Fang Lee, her vision still blurred by fatigue, but the sight before her sent a wave of nausea rolling through her.
His bare body stood in the dim light, the raw burns across his chest, back, and left palm stark against his skin. Yet, despite the clear pain he should have been feeling, he carried himself with that same unsettling arrogance—as if none of it mattered.
And then—
Thud!
Before she could react, a force slammed into her, sending her back-first against the wooden wall. The impact rattled through her battered body, knocking the breath from her lungs.
A hand closed around her throat—firm, unyielding.
Fang Lee's face hovered dangerously close, his breath warm against her skin as his fingers tightened slightly, holding her in place.
"You brought this upon yourself," he murmured, his voice low, unreadable. His grip remained steady, neither crushing nor relenting, as if waiting for her next move.
Pain still burned through her body, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside her mind. She could barely process what had just happened—the battle, the humiliation, Meng's escape, and now this.
Fang Lee's grip was firm, his body close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off his battered skin. His green eyes bore into hers, waiting—expecting resistance.
But she didn't fight.
Not because she lacked the strength. Not because she was afraid.
But because, in that moment, a terrible realization settled over her like a crushing weight.
She had already lost.
Not just the battle. Everything.
Her pride, her trust, the fragile hope that she had meant more to him than this cruel game. It had all been shattered, scattered like embers in the wind.
And yet, despite the scorn in his words, despite the way he had so effortlessly dismissed her—he had still pinned her here.
Still held her in place.
Still looked at her with that same piercing intensity, as if daring her to break.
If she truly meant nothing, he wouldn't have bothered.
Wouldn't have fought her so fiercely. Wouldn't have held her gaze so intently, as though searching for something .
Was that all she was to him now?
A challenge? A fleeting distraction? A moment of defiance he sought to crush beneath his will?
Was this the only way she could reach him?
A hollow ache spread through her chest, deeper, sharper than the pain of her burns.
She had nothing left.
Empty. Exhausted.
It wasn't fair. It was never fair.
No matter how hard she fought, how much she endured, the outcome was always the same—she lost.
Her fingers twitched at her sides. A single, shallow breath escaped her lips. Then—slowly, deliberately—she lifted her hand.
Hesitantly.
She placed it on his arm.
His muscles tensed beneath her touch—a flicker of surprise. He hadn't expected this.
"I'll take care of your Qi deviation… L-Let's move onto the bed."
The words felt foreign on her tongue, unnatural, wrong. But they were the only thing she could say.
Because if she fought, he would overpower her.
If she ran, he would catch her.
But if she stayed—if she played this game a little longer, just long enough—
Maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to win.
—
"I'll take care of your Qi deviation… L-Let's move onto the bed."
Fang Lee paused.
Of all the things he had expected—that wasn't one of them.
He had been prepared for resistance, for more defiance, even for silent resignation. But this?
A slow smirk tugged at his lips.
"Sure," he murmured, voice rich with amusement. "But first, I'll have to see if your words are genuine… or just empty promises."
Without hesitation, he grabbed her right leg, pulling it up against his waist. Then, closing the distance between them, he claimed her lips.
She stiffened for just a moment—a pause, a heartbeat of uncertainty. And then, slowly, her lips parted.
She stared into his eyes through the entire process.
Something about that gaze made his smirk falter, just for a fraction of a second.
Her eyes…
They weren't burning with rage. Nor were they filled with helpless submission.
There was something else.
Something just beyond his grasp, elusive yet undeniable.
It wasn't defiance. It wasn't surrender.
It was something caught in the space between.
How interesting.
No matter. Let her plot whatever she wanted. As long as he could indulge himself, she could pretend all she liked.
He deepened the kiss, his grip tightening slightly, pressing her further against the wall. Her body was tense beneath his touch, yet she didn't resist.
Pulling back just enough to meet her gaze, he chuckled, his breath warm against her lips.
"You taste lovely~," he murmured, amusement curling in his tone.
Lian Xue didn't answer.
Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her lips still slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
Fang Lee's smirk deepened.
His hand trailed downward, his fingers tracing over the curve of her thigh with slow, deliberate intent. The fabric of her hanfu was soft beneath his touch, but the warmth of her skin underneath was even softer.
A quiet thrill coursed through him as he slid his fingers beneath the hem of her robe, his touch inching higher—teasing, testing, daring.
Would she flinch? Would she push him away?
Or would she continue this game they had begun?
He chuckled lowly, his breath ghosting over her ear.
"Let's see just how far you're willing to take this, shall we?" Fang Lee murmured, his voice a low purr of amusement.
Without hesitation, his fingers reached up beneath Lian Xue's hanfu, gripping the delicate fabric of her underwear—before tearing it away.
Rip.
The soft sound echoed through the space between them, a final barrier stripped away with effortless ease. His smirk deepened as he held the ruined fabric between his fingers, his emerald gaze gleaming with something dark, something predatory.
"Green and delicate~" Fang Lee mused, his tone rich with amusement as he twirled the torn fabric between his fingers.
Lian Xue remained still, her leg still positioned exactly where he had placed it, as if frozen in time.
The air between them was thick, charged with something unspoken. But what truly commanded his attention was how her exposed womanhood now lay so vulnerably close to his own arousal—a breath away, a single movement from contact.
His patience, however, was endless.
"You said you'd take care of my Qi deviation, didn't you, Lian Xue~?"
Fang Lee's voice was smooth, teasing—but he didn't close the distance. Instead, he took a step back, his fingers slowly releasing their grip on her throat.
A challenge lingered in his gaze, dark and unreadable.
"If you still mean what you said," he continued, tone dripping with amusement, "then let's put your words to one final test."
He tilted his head slightly, watching her every reaction.
"Turn around," he murmured. "Place your hands on the wall… and lift that lovely behind for me to see."
Lian Xue's breath came in shallow, uneven waves, her body trembling from the intensity of the moment. The weight of Fang Lee's gaze pressed against her—piercing, expectant, unrelenting.
A slow shiver traced its way down her spine. For a fleeting second, hesitation gripped her, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
The she turned with a bit of exaggeration.
Her palms met the rough wooden wall, the cool texture grounding her, anchoring her.
Her lips parted, but no words came at first.
Finally, she spoke.
"I gave you my word," she murmured, voice soft yet unwavering. "And I don't take my words lightly."
For the first time, something flickered in Fang Lee's expression—something beyond amusement, beyond mere control.
Intrigue.
His smirk deepened, but his eyes… they darkened with something unreadable.
He stepped forward again, closing the distance he had intentionally created, his breath warm against the back of her neck as he leaned in closer.
His fingers ghosted over her hip.
"Good," he murmured, satisfaction dripping from his voice. His grip tightened—just slightly, just enough to make her breath hitch.
Fang Lee's gaze burned into her, drinking in every subtle movement, every unspoken reaction.
"Then let's see just how much your word is worth, Lian Xue~."
His fingers curled around the hem of her hanfu, slow and deliberate. With an almost lazy ease, he lifted the delicate fabric, tracing its ascent over her smooth, pale thighs.
And then—higher.
The cool air kissed her exposed skin, stark against the warmth of his touch. But as his gaze roamed over her form, a thought flickered through his mind, unbidden.
"Not quite like Meng's…" Fang Lee mused, his gaze sweeping over her exposed form. 'Hell, it's one of the smallest I've seen—or dreamed of, for that matter. But at least… it has some shape to it'
Spank!
The sharp sound echoed through the air as his palm met her soft flesh. A faint, fleeting tremor ran through Lian Xue's body, though whether from shock or something else, he couldn't quite tell.
Fang Lee chuckled, slow and amused, watching the faint blush that bloomed across her skin.
"Hmm… I suppose it'll do~."
Taking his time, savoring the moment, he let his hand drift downward, gripping his lightly throbbing member. Then, with unhurried precision, he let his length graze against her, the warmth of her untouched skin meeting the unfamiliar sensation.
Lian Xue tensed, a sharp breath escaping her lips as a shiver coursed through her body. The contact—foreign, intimate—sent an involuntary jolt through her, her fingers pressing harder against the wooden wall for support.
Fang Lee chuckled, his voice low, rich.
"Sensitive, aren't we?" he murmured, his touch slow, deliberate. A teasing smirk played on his lips. "How cute~."
Lian Xue's breath hitched as warmth crept up her neck, painting her pale skin with a delicate blush. She turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at him from the corner of her eye.
Her lips parted, and for a moment, it seemed like she might stay silent. But then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she muttered:
"Just get it over with…"
Fang Lee chuckled, his amusement only growing. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.
"As you wish, my darling fiancée~," Fang Lee's voice dripped with amusement as he adjusted his grip.
As he guided his penis upward, shifting away from Lian Xue's soft pink folds. And Instead, he pressed against her tighter, forbidden entrance.
"Fang—" Lian Xue's gasped, alarm flashing through her features—not out of her trying to maintain some of dignity, but because if he entered that hole, the plan she had meticulously crafted would be ruined before it could even begin.
Before she could pull away—
Tear!
With a single, merciless thrust, he buried himself deep into Lian Xue's ass, the tight resistance giving way. Her body shuddered as boiling blood seeping from her entrance.
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*Fang Lee's pov*
"Sensitive, aren't we?" I murmured, a teasing smirk curling my lips as I continued rubbing my cock against her soft, pink folds. The way her body twitched under my touch was utterly mesmerizing. "How cute~."
She was warmer than I expected—almost intoxicatingly so. My curiosity got the better of me as I pushed just the tip inside, wanting to feel more of that heat, to savor the tightness that would soon engulf me completely.
Lian Xue's breath hitched, her pale skin blooming with a delicate blush. Slowly, she turned her head, her gaze barely meeting mine from the corner of her eye.
Her lips parted, hesitation lingering for just a moment before she muttered, barely above a whisper—
"Just get it over with…"
!!
Something in me stilled at her words, at that quiet yet commanding tone. My heart skipped a beat before I quickly shook off the momentary flicker of… whatever that was. A chuckle rumbled from my throat.
"As you wish, my darling fiancée~," I mused, tightening my grip on her waist. My left hand held her steady, while my right guided my eager, throbbing length away from her soaked entrance, trailing upwards.
Her pussy twitched at the loss of contact, but I ignored it, pressing my tip instead against her other, forbidden hole.
"Fang—!" Lian Xue gasped, her head snapping toward me, eyes wide with sudden panic.
That expression—it only fueled my arousal further. My desire spiked, and without hesitation, I shoved forward.
But instead of the pleasure I expected—
A searing, blistering pain shot through my cock.
Fire Qi—scalding, furious—wrapped around me like an unrelenting vice. The source of that unbearable heat? Lian Xue's womb, blazing with barely contained rage.
"BITCH!!!" I roared, yanking myself back, agony tearing through me as I stumbled. My cock throbbed, the flesh seared and raw from the scorching backlash.
Tsk.
Swish!
A sharp sound sliced through the air as Lian Xue clicked her tongue in irritation, her eyes dark with simmering fury—no longer restrained, no longer playing along. Her patience had burned away, just like the embers of a dying fire rekindled by a strong wind.
Her body moved before I could fully process it—
A devastating kick, aimed straight at me, coming in with deadly force.