One Hour Later…
Su Xiaobai's breath turned ragged, his grip on her thighs waist as he drove into her one last ti.
Deep. Burying himself to the hilt.
His body tensed, heat coiling in his core before he finally—
"Nnghh—Hhaaah—!"
A final, violent thrust—and he spilled deep inside her.
Zhu Qing jerked, her nails dragging down his back, her walls clamping down in an involuntary, rciless grip.
A warm flood filled her, her thighs tightening around his waist, her legs locking him in place as her body shuddered violently beneath him.
But as soon as she registered what just happened—
Her eyes snapped open.
"You—! Hhhaaah—! D-Did you just—inside—?!"
Su Xiaobai exhaled sharply, his forehead resting against her shoulder.
"Yeah."
Zhu Qing's brows twitched violently.
"T-Take it out! Now!"
Su Xiaobai snickered.
"Too late."
"You—!"
She tried to shove him off—
But before she could even lift her arms—
Su Xiaobai's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into soft flesh as he flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her down.
"Nnh…" Zhu Qing groaned, shivering.
Her face burned, a violent mix of sha and anger twisting in her chest.
But then—
Schlp...schlp...
A sticky, obscene noise echoed in the room.
Her entire body tensed.
She felt it.
His hands sliding lower, cupping her swollen, abused entrance, fingers scooping up the ss dripping between her trembling thighs.
The sticky blend of her virgin blood and his thick, white essence was still leaking from her, trickling down the insides of her legs.
Zhu Qing's entire body stiffened.
Disgusting. Filthy.
Her stomach twisted, her breath froze as the unbearable heat of humiliation crawled up her spine.
She could feel it.
Every sticky, obscene drop.
Every wet, shaful sar against her inner thighs.
Her walls clenched involuntarily, still pulsing, sore, sensitive.
"W-Wait—! S-Stop—!"
Her heart pounded violently.
Su Xiaobai leaned down, his breath hot against her flushed ear.
His voice, low, dark, utterly rciless.
"You think I'm stopping after that?"
Her eyes widened.
"N-No, wait—!"
_____
Two Hours Later…
Creak—Creak—Creak—BANG!
The walls trembled.
The bedfra groaned.
Silk ripped apart.
The candlelight flickered violently as the room was thrashed beyond recognition.
Outside, under the full moon, stars trembled as the music of destruction continued.
Creak—Creak—Creak—CRACK!
The bedfra split apart.
The wood shattered.
But the movents didn't stop.
If anything—
They only beca harder.
Faster.
More ruthless.
_____
Three Hours Later…
Zhu Qing was on all fours, her fingers gripping the torn sheets, her hips slamming back to et him.
"Nnngh—! T-Too deep—! Ahnn—! S-Su Xiaobai, y-you—!"
Su Xiaobai gritted his teeth, his grip digging into her waist.
"Too deep? Heh. You're sucking in like you don't want to stop."
Zhu Qing's arms trembled, her moans turning breathless and wild, her body convulsing beneath him.
"Hhaaah—! Y-You—! Nnghh—! B-Bastard—!"
Su Xiaobai grabbed a fistful of her silver hair, yanking her back.
Her sweat-drenched skin glowed under the moonlight, her face a ss of desire and beauty.
"Say my na."
Zhu Qing bit her lip, refusing.
His hips snapped forward.
Hard.
"Nnnnh—! Hhhaaah—! S-Su Xiaobai—!"
His grin widened.
"Louder."
"S-Su Xiaobai—! Hhhaaah—! I-I'll k-kill you—! Ahnn—!"
He flipped her over, pressing her legs against her chest, bending her completely in half.
The new position forced him even deeper, making her voice crack into a broken, desperate moan.
"Nnhh—! Hhaaah—! I-I—ahh—!"
"You wanted this."
Zhu Qing's thighs quivered, her breath lost in helpless gasps.
"Hhaaah—! I-I—nghh—!"
"So take it."
Creak—Creak—Creak—CRASH!
The bed collapsed entirely.
The entire fra shattered beneath them, silk and wood crumbling to the floor.
Zhu Qing gasped, montarily stunned—
Then—
She laughed.
A low, bitter, breathless chuckle, her eyes burning with sothing dangerous.
Not exhaustion.
Not submission.
Rage.
"You better not think this is over."
Su Xiaobai froze.
"Huh?"
She shoved him down, straddling him, her thighs locking him in place.
Su Xiaobai felt imdiate regret.
This woman—
This fucking woman—
Her hips crashed down rcilessly, forcing a low, strangled groan out of him.
Zhu Qing leaned forward, panting against his ear.
"You broke my bed, Little Villain."
Her hips moved again.
"You're paying for it."
Su Xiaobai gritted his teeth, gripping her waist.
"Then I'll make you forget about it."
He flipped her over again, ignoring her protests.
The bed was gone.
But the night was far from over.
______
anwhile, Outside…
A group of passersby stood in the middle of the night, their faces pale, their eyes wide with horror.
From the direction of Peak Lord Zhu Qing's residence—
Moans.
Loud. Obscene. Endless.
And still going.
"W-Who the hell is going at it for this long…?!"
"S-Soone check! I-It might be an attack!"
"You check! That's the Peak Lord's residence!"
"Fuck that! I'm not dying today!"
More people started sneaking into their dao partners' chambers, their faces red from secondhand embarrassnt.
Eventually—
A few core disciples gathered, whispering amongst themselves.
"We should report this… right?"
"Who the hell do we even report this to?!"
"Another Peak Lord, obviously!"
And so, unknowingly—
Overnight, Su Xiaobai and Zhu Qing created a ss far bigger than they ever expected.
_______
Rustle~
A faint morning breeze drifted in, sunlight slipping through the torn curtains, illuminating the wreckage of the room.
Silk shredded.
Wood splintered.
The scent of sweat, heat, and indulgence still filled the air.
Zhu Qing's eyelashes fluttered.
"Haaah…"
She inhaled deeply, her chest rising, an odd weight pressing down on her.
Her instincts kicked in.
Her spiritual energy stirred, her body ready to react—
Until she realized.
It wasn't pressure.
It was a naked body.
A warm, solid, snoring naked body.
"..."
Her eyes twitched.
mories flooded back.
The bed-shattering chaos. The debauched moans that lasted for hours. The sensation of being filled again and again until she lost her mind.
Zhu Qing's gaze lowered. Su Xiaobai was still asleep.
His arms were wrapped around her waist.
His leg thrown over hers.
His face…
Buried between her breasts.
Using them as a fucking pillow.
"…"
Her expression darkened.
Even after everything, even after she nearly fucked him into oblivion by the end of the night—
This bastard still had the audacity to sleep like a king.
She wanted to strangle him.
Or herself.
Zhu Qing's cheeks burned faintly.
She was still a cultivation realm above him, yet sohow, this man had gone all night and almost—almost—pushed her to the edge of exhaustion.
It was infuriating. It was unbelievable. And worst of all…
It was addicting.
"Haaah—"
She exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her forehead.
Her body still tingled, and she could feel the lingering trace of Yin Qi flowing into him.
At least that explained how he kept going.
Otherwise, she would have woken him up right now and demanded to know what kind of demonic arts he used on her.
But just as she was about to move him off her—
A voice, cold and stern, shattered the silence.
"You two created a ss."
Zhu Qing's entire body stiffened.
Her head snapped up so fast her neck nearly cracked.
There—
Standing near the window, a woman in a white robe, her parasol reclining against the wall.
Expression calm.
But her eyes? Her eyes burned with disappointnt. With displeasure. With the kind of deep-seated irritation only an Elder could have when dealing with reckless juniors.
Zhu Qing's mind blanked.
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Panic surged through her as she gripped the sheets, suddenly very aware of her nakedness.
"Elder, why are you here?!"
Her voice cracked.
What the hell was happening?! How long had she been standing there?! How much did she see?!
Bai Yujian's gaze flickered over the scene.
The utter wreckage of the room. The sweaty, tangled limbs.
The Peak Lord of Mystic Peak, stark naked, pinned beneath a snoring Junior.
Her lips curved slightly. Not into a smile. But into the kind of expression that said: You absolute fucking idiot.
"Oh? Would you prefer if I let everyone outside in, then?"
Zhu Qing's heart sank.
"…What?"
Her spiritual sense exploded outward.
And then—
Her face lost all color. Outside. Below the residence.
A dozen disciples—all her own Mystic Peak juniors—
Gathered.
Whispering.
Fidgeting.
Clearly debating whether or not they should knock.
Or run.
Or alert the Sect Master.
Zhu Qing's entire soul left her body.
"..."
Bai Yujian's expression didn't change.
But there was amusent hidden in her eyes.
"Yes. A ss indeed."
Zhu Qing sighed, shifting uncomfortably under Bai Yujian's gaze.
She was a strong, confident woman. But right now? Right now, she felt like a guilty concubine who had just been caught by the main wife.
She had no idea how deep the relationship between Su Xiaobai and Bai Yujian actually was—
But she was certain of one thing. It was not the normal relationship of master and disciple.
Zhu Qing's fingers twitched, the reality pressing down on her.
The fact that her moans were so loud, disciples had actually gathered and called another Peak Lord for help—
She wanted to crawl into a puddle and drown. She had completely forgotten to set up a sound-restricting barrier.
A basic precaution.
Sothing that even lust-drunk idiots wouldn't forget.
And now—
Now she could only stare at Bai Yujian with a fragile hope in her eyes.
Tell .
Tell the whole sect doesn't know.
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