Capítulo 1282: Chapter 922: Two Days and Two Nights
Zhao Changhe found that the blind man truly knew how to captivate his universe… Just a few short sentences could stir his blood, making it boil and surge, his breathing roughened by seven or eight degrees.
Although both parties knew their intentions well, Zhao Changhe truly wanted to achieve such a conquest, and Ye Wuming was well aware of it.
Three captures and three releases, only stopping when the knife was against her neck, carried a strong sense of conquest. But unfortunately, even after all that psychological warfare, Ye Wuming’s strength was still daunting, far from being easily defeated. Despite all the calculations, it resulted only in mutual destruction… At least from the surface, it seed the knife was truly at her neck.
It seed that both sides only sought the symbolic significance of such a scene, the ability to shatter many things, pulling the lofty Ye Wuming down from her pedestal, and Zhao Changhe already felt satisfied.
But that ultimately was not true conquest.
Ye Wuming knew what he wanted, so she said “I’ll give it to you.”
— Only if I give it to you voluntarily, can you achieve what you want, otherwise you’ll never succeed.
It was still her pride, but the effect was extrely enticing. Especially when she said this, her almond eyes were clouded, her pink cheeks shyly blushing, any man would stop distinguishing whether it was given by her or achieved by himself, in that instant the hell roared, penetrating the netherworld.
Ye Wuming let out a muffled groan, slightly tilting her neck back, her slender hands dug deep blood marks into his back.
She was far colder than normal people, so after all that ti of tornt, she was not fulfilled. Zhao Changhe’s unable-to-contain strike felt as forced, causing both to experience a degree of pain.
The air froze for a mont, the silent space stilled even the breath.
After a good while, Zhao Changhe finally spoke softly: “Why… did you say that?”
Ye Wuming replied: “You have journeyed your whole life for this mont… So have you let go now? All obsessions and desires.”
Zhao Changhe didn’t speak.
Ye Wuming continued: “This mont, like a punishing force… isn’t it also a wicked thought that often arose in your mind, but you dared not act upon for fear of ruining your character?”
She understood him too well.
All along, she had been the woman witnessing the entire journey of his growth from naïveté to maturity.
“Then you need not hold back.” Ye Wuming closed her eyes again and said softly: “Are you planning to stay poised like this for how long?”
Zhao Changhe was montarily unsure if he was forcing her, or if he was once again being led by the blind one’s hand.
Anyway, any man wouldn’t care to ponder at such a mont, if you want to lead… then watch how I dominate!
Ye Wuming paid a terrible price for her leading actions.
Her pretentious words were still echoing in the clouds, but soon she could no longer speak a complete sentence, only the lost eyes gazing skyward. The dim oblivion of the star above, the dots not resembling the jade rabbit, but like a mocking sideways glance.
Originally thinking this thing was nothing special, already experienced it when sharing perception with Ye Jiuyou, and later during the divine soul’s separation, the sensation of soul rging was more intense. The willingness for this experience was also tied to being accustod; it seed just like that, with a sense of “let it be, otherwise it will never end…”
Yet experiencing physically is truly different.
Soone else’s matter, whether truly doing this or that in your body, can it be the sa!
Previously, she gave herself the excuse of being weak in soul division to let him take advantage, internally feeling “I allowed it,” “if I wanted to resist, I had ways to handle you.” However, at this mont, despite her power being at its peak, she still felt like a small boat in a tempest, swaying aimlessly, toyed at his will, too weak to resist in any form.
For the Other Shore that could explode vast stars with a punch, never caring about the disparity in size, yet at this mont the difference was pronounced. Under his robust physique, her delicate body existed only to be subdued and ravaged, the suffocating pressure and conquest of Taishan were never felt so clearly.
Ye Wuming instinctively wanted to escape, her hands pushing against his shoulders trying to shove him away, but it was like pushing against a wall.
Then he captured both her wrists together, pressing them above her head, and kissed down, silencing her unconscious mutters of “mm mm mm.”
All struggles seed to provide playful interest, he seed unaware she truly wanted to resist, accidentally declaring suppression.
Dazed, vaguely thinking, words were aningless, as engaging in this act alone demonstrated conquest, more evident than a knife at the throat.
Furthermore…
It seed success had already been achieved.
The strong arms lifted her, rolling her over. Ye Wuming instinctively knelt low on the clouds, realizing how humiliating the posture was, full again.
Ye Wuming couldn’t even hold with her palms, resorting to supporting her upper arms, her head burying deeply into her arms, muffling the uncontrollable low moans.
Even such a small retreat wasn’t permitted… his hand grabbed her hair, pulling back, causing her to instinctively lift her head.
Throughout her body, any thoughts no longer belonged to her.
Once the truth was done, it was like this…
But it wasn’t over. When he began to operate the Dual Cultivation Technique, Ye Wuming realized her understanding from paper was too shallow.
Even knowing the Extre Joy thod could promote ultimate bliss, a part of the technique’s core was completed by her assistance… yet only through experience did she understand what it ant to have this promoting effect on the matter already.
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