He was at his wit's end, watching Yunli about to be plunged back into a fiery hell, his head spinning.
What she said next, though as faint as a mosquito's buzz and nearly lost in her own ragged breaths, struck Daziel and the barely recovered March 7th like a bolt of lightning.
"The Demon Sword… it needs a kind of… balance… Daziel, you… you act as the bridge… only then… can we… completely suppress it…"
"What?!" March 7th's hazy eyes snapped wide open. She stared at Yunli in disbelief, then back at Daziel. "Yunli… you mean… we have to… do that?"
As bubbly and energetic as March 7th usually was, and as much as she enjoyed doing that with Daziel, even she was stammering at Yunli's sudden proposal.
Daziel's expression was a kaleidoscope, shifting from shock to speechlessness, then to a complete blank.
It wasn't that he didn't understand what Yunli meant, nor was he opposed to group activities, but this…
This was just too absurd!
A Demon Sword like this is the prize for the Martial Exhibition? Is that really appropriate? This would cause chaos! It seems my decision to have Yunli steal this sword was absolutely correct!
"Yunli, are… are you sure?" his voice was hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Yunli bit her lip, which was already a bright red. "I… I don't know… but… but it's the only way I can think of…" Her eyes were filled with shame and despair, but also a do-or-die resolve.
Daziel's mind was at war with itself. He glanced at Yunli's pained expression, then at March, whose own face was now tinged with a strange blush. The absurd nature of every Heliobus he'd ever met forced him to reconsider this unbelievable proposal.
March 7th, seeing his hesitation, seemed to come to a decision. She gently pulled on his sleeve, her voice soft and uncertain. "Daziel… if… if this can really save Yunli… and… and completely solve the problem with this Demon Sword… I… I'm definitely okay with it… As long as…" The pink-haired girl's face was flushed, her eyes darting away, unable to look at him directly. "Anyway, it's been a long time since we've done this kind of thing with other girls…"
That settled it.
"Damn it!" he growled, his voice raspy, a fierce and resolute light flashing in his eyes. "It's not like I haven't done this kind of thing before!"
"We'll do it your way!"
At the back of the arsenal, by the cold stone pedestal, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The decision was made. No more words were needed—only the crackling tension of three heavy breaths echoing in the silence.
Daziel moved first. He pulled Yunli close, his hand gripping her waist. Her body burned like a furnace, a feverish, demonic heat that threatened to consume him. At the same time, he reached his other hand toward March 7th, who stepped forward and pressed herself against his back. Her skin was the polar opposite—a chilling cold that sent shivers through him, as if winter itself had chosen her as its avatar.
The contrast was staggering. A fire-and-ice sandwich, and he was the filling about to be cooked and frozen at the same time.
"Okay… so… how do we do this?" March whispered, her cold breath forming a small cloud of condensation on Daziel's neck.
Yunli, her face buried in Daziel's chest, mumbled in a muffled voice, "I… I need to hold the sword… and you… you need to be… inside me… March has to stay in contact with you… to… to balance it." The shame in her voice was palpable, but the urgency outweighed it.
Straight to the point, huh? Daziel thought, swallowing dryly. At least there's no beating around the bush.
He gently pushed Yunli back just enough to look into her eyes. They were clouded with fever and the sword's induced desire. Without wasting time, he kissed her. It wasn't a romantic kiss—it was a kiss of necessity, to calm her, to say it's okay. Her lips were hot, almost scalding.
As he kissed her, Daziel's nimble hands were already working, undoing the sash of her dress. The fabric slid away, exposing her flushed, sweat-slicked skin. At the same time, March—understanding her role—began undressing Daziel, her icy fingers tracing his muscles, making him shiver.
"Wow… even in this situation, you're already like this?" March teased, her frosty fingers brushing over the growing bulge in his pants.
He grunted in response, breaking the kiss with Yunli. Within seconds, the three of them were naked, the stained moonlight from the high windows casting shadows over their bodies. Yunli, trembling, clutched the Demon Sword to her chest. The blade pulsed with a sickly red glow.
"Lie down," Daziel ordered softly, helping Yunli onto a cloth he'd quickly spread over the cold stone floor. Her back touched the fabric, and she shuddered, her legs parting instinctively—a mix of invitation and submission. Daziel positioned himself between them, and the sight nearly made him lose focus. Yunli's pussy, flushed and glistening, seemed to radiate heat, almost glowing in the dark.
"March, now," he commanded, his voice rough.
March 7th didn't hesitate. She moved behind him, pressing her frigid body against his sweat-slicked back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his chest, her firm, icy breasts pressing into his skin. Her cold cheek rested against his shoulder. The sensation was like being embraced by a living ice statue.
"Fuck… this is…" Daziel hissed, feeling the thermal shock ripple through him.
"Focus, Daziel," March whispered in his ear, her voice playful. "The sandwich filling doesn't get to complain about the bread's temperature."
The unexpected joke broke the tension for a second, and a crooked smile tugged at Daziel's lips. He looked down at Yunli. "Ready?"
She only nodded, her eyes locked on his, a tear of desperation and excitement trailing down her cheek.
Without further delay, Daziel gripped her hips and aligned his cock—already rock-hard and throbbing—at her entrance. The moment the tip touched her skin, it felt like pressing against molten metal. He pushed inside.
"AHHN!" Yunli arched her back, a muffled cry escaping her lips.
It was like sinking into a furnace. Her pussy was impossibly tight and scorching, enveloping him in heat that bordered on pain. Every inch he pushed deeper felt forged and tempered inside her. At the same time, March's cold on his back intensified, as if she were siphoning the heat through him. His back felt seared by frostbite while his groin was engulfed in flames.
The Demon Sword on Yunli's chest glowed brighter, its red light pulsing in sync with her heartbeat.
"Keep going… Daziel… don't stop…" Yunli's voice was a broken thread, frayed by pleasure and pain.
Daziel obeyed. He began moving, thrusting slow and deep. With every motion, he felt Yunli's feverish, demonic energy surging into him while March's deathly cold pulled from his back—the two forces clashing violently inside his core. It was torture and ecstasy.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. The wet sound of skin against skin echoed through the arsenal, mingling with Yunli's moans and March's ragged breaths.
"This… ah… Daziel… faster…" March panted, squeezing him tighter, her cold nipples hardening against his back. She began kissing his shoulder and neck, lightly biting, adding another layer of sensation to the madness.
Daziel started fucking Yunli with desperate ferocity. His cock was the piston driving the gears of this bizarre ritual, plunging deep into the infernal, clenching heat of her pussy. Each thrust sent her demonic fire surging up his groin, threatening to incinerate him from within. On his back, March 7th's cryogenic embrace tightened, her icy nipples like shards of frost against his skin, her cold seeping down his spine to battle the flames.
"Aaaah! Daziel! Aaaah, yes! Right there!" Yunli's moans were no longer of pain but of delirious, feverish pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red marks, as her hips rose to meet each of his thrusts with insatiable hunger.
"Yes, Daziel! Deeper!" March gasped in his ear, moving her hips in sync with his, creating a hypnotic triple rhythm. "I feel her energy… it's merging! Keep going!"
The light from the "Fairy Wand" which Yunli still clutched tightly to her chest flared. A violent red streamed from the blade while an glacial blue emanated from March's body, both surging through Daziel. The two colors met at the sword, swirling and mixing like a chaotic dance of liquid fire and ice over the metal.
Daziel roared, feeling his spirit literally split in two, pulled in opposite directions of pure ecstasy. One half of his soul was consumed by Yunli's flames—a feverish pleasure promising annihilation. The other was pierced by March's frozen shards of bliss—a razor-sharp, icy clarity that left him painfully aware of every sensation.
His cock was the epicenter of it all, a conduit for reality itself rewriting. He felt Yunli's tight, scorching walls clenching violently around him while March's arms and legs coiled like an ice serpent, draining and energizing him at once. Daziel's vision blurred, the sword's colors dancing in his mind. The girls' moans merged into a single overwhelming sound in his ears.
He was at the edge. Control was an illusion.
"DAZIEL!"
Yunli's scream pushed him over. She came first, her body convulsing beneath him in a wave of pure heat. Her inner walls clenched around his cock like a fist of fire, and that sensation was the final trigger.
"GGHHHAAAAAH!"
With a guttural roar that tore from his throat, Daziel exploded. He came with the force of a ruptured dam, pouring torrents of burning cum deep into Yunli's pussy, feeling as if he weren't just filling her but dousing the demonic flames with his essence.
The moment he shattered, a final surge of energy ripped through him. March's cold on his back peaked, and she shuddered violently, a sharp, icy moan escaping her lips as a wave of empathetic pleasure wracked her body, completing the circuit.
At that exact moment, the red and blue lights in the Demon Sword spun one last time, colliding in a blinding spiral before merging. The chaotic light settled into a warm, translucent jade hue, emitting a soft, peaceful glow.
The ordeal had been indescribable—but also a singular experience. Daziel felt his spirit, once torn apart, being pulled back together by some mysterious force, leaving him whole… yet permanently changed.
An unknown amount of time passed before the light on the Demon Sword finally stabilized, emitting a soft, gentle glow. The three of them slowly separated.
The air was filled with an ineffable, ambiguous scent, a mixture of sweat and the girls' body fragrance.
Yunli was limp in Daziel's arms, the flush on her face yet to fade, but her eyes had regained their clarity, though they were heavy with exhaustion. March 7th leaned against Daziel's other side, her pink hair in disarray, her own face flushed as she blinked her large eyes, seemingly not yet fully recovered from the strange experience.
The strange, alluring power of the Demon Sword had vanished completely.
"It… it seems to have acknowledged us…?" Yunli's voice was faint. She reached out a trembling hand and gently took the strangely shaped Demon Sword. There was no unusual reaction this time. It lay quietly in her hand, its body emitting a gentle, warm glow. The sense of being connected to a gentle creature came from the hilt.
Daziel let out a long, ragged breath, feeling as if every bone in his body had come apart. He looked down at the two girls in his arms, his heart a mix of emotions.
"Alright… since it's settled, let's get out of here quickly," he said, clearing his throat to break the awkward silence. "This is no place to linger."
He helped Yunli and March 7th to their feet.
"Yeah, let's go," Yunli agreed, her voice regaining some of its usual clarity. But the moment she tried to walk, she stumbled and almost fell. Even the battle-hardened March 7th was clearly overwhelmed by what had just happened.
"Right, right, let's hurry and sneak out!" March added. "If we don't leave now, the sun will be up! The people who inspect the armory will be here soon."
The three of them, disheveled but sharing a strange new bond, supported each other as they silently slipped back to the Wenchen Inn.
Inside the inn room, the dim yellow light barely dispelled the shadows in the corners.
The moment she entered, March 7th collapsed onto the soft bed like a pile of mud, letting out a satisfied groan.
"So… so tired! I can't believe we were at it all night." Her face was buried in the quilt, her voice muffled. "I need to sleep. You guys…"
Daziel checked his surroundings again, making sure they hadn't left any obvious traces. The exhaustion hit him like a tidal wave.
"Yeah, we should all get some rest."
Yunli, however, remained standing where she was, her azure eyes flickering with indecision and struggle. She bit her lower lip, and after a moment of thought, she finally spoke as if she'd made up her mind. "You guys go ahead."
"What's wrong? Is there something else?" Daziel looked at her with some concern.
She took a deep breath, her tone firm. "After thinking it over, I… I still have to tell my grandpa about this Demon Sword corrupting people's minds. I have to make him understand that this sword absolutely cannot be used as a prize for the winner."
She paused, her gaze shifting between Daziel and the already half-asleep March 7th, her voice softening unconsciously. "After all… theft is not an honorable act. Grandpa is very shrewd; he'll definitely suspect me. Rather than let him be suspicious, it's better for me to just confess."
Daziel's brow furrowed slightly. A few seconds later, he nodded.
"Alright then… that's fine. But let me go with you. After all, I was the one who encouraged you to do this." He didn't want the old man Huaiyan to take all his anger out on Yunli alone.
"There's no need, Daziel. Grandpa… he dotes on me the most. I'll be fine on my own; he won't be too hard on me."
"You're both exhausted. Get some rest. I'll come find you after I'm done."
As she spoke the last few words, a faint blush crept onto her fair cheeks again, her gaze becoming a little shifty.
"Okay… be careful then," March mumbled sleepily from the bed. "If you have any problems, remember to call us on your phone."
Yunli nodded heavily, the conviction and destiny from deep within her making her seem especially dazzling at this moment.
"Yeah! I'll leave the sword… with you for now. If Grandpa… if he insists on using this sword as the prize, then I… I will destroy this sword, no matter what!"
With those words, she turned and walked out the door, her small figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.
The room was left with only Daziel and March 7th.
March turned over, looking at Daziel with half-lidded eyes, her voice thick with sleep.
"Daziel… now what?"
Daziel walked to the bedside and looked at March's exhausted state, smiling helplessly.
"What else? We sleep."
With that, he sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling his own eyelids grow heavy.
They slept soundly, well past noon. Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window blinds, casting mottled spots of light on the floor.
It wasn't until a clear knocking sound came from the door that Daziel was roused from his deep slumber.
Knock, knock, knock.
Daziel groggily rubbed his eyes and reflexively nudged March 7th beside him.
"Little March, wake up. I think someone's at the door."
March, however, was fast asleep, only grunting in protest and rolling over to continue her dream rendezvous with Daziel, showing no signs of waking up.
Daziel assumed it was Yunli returning and called out, "Yunli? Come in, the door's unlocked."
There was no response from outside, only the same, unhurried knocking, stubbornly persistent.
Daziel frowned, a flicker of doubt rising in his heart. He threw on a coat and walked to the door.
He gently pulled the door open. Standing outside was not Yunli as he had expected.
It was a woman in a red and black short dress, her demeanor gentle yet exuding an indescribable aura. Her hair was impeccably styled, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, adding a touch of softness.
Most eye-catching, however, were her slender, jade-like legs, encased in a pair of specially made, long silk stockings that transitioned from a captivating crimson at the ankles to a snow-like white upwards.
A faint, polite smile graced her lips. The moment Daziel opened the door, a faint scent of medicinal incense filled the room.
It was Lingsha from the Alchemy Commission.
Seeing the door open, Lingsha's gaze swept lightly over Daziel, her smile deepening, her voice as clear and pleasant as jade beads on a platter.
"You must be Mr. Daziel." She gave a slight nod in greeting. "I am Lingsha, newly appointed Head of the Luofu's Alchemy Commission. I apologize for the intrusion."
Alarm bells went off in Daziel's head, but his face remained impassive, his eyes instantly turning wary. He shifted his body to block the doorway, preventing her from seeing inside the room, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Lingsha? What can I do for you? Where is Yunli? Where did she go?"
The smile on Lingsha's face didn't change, but her tone carried a playful, intriguing quality.
"Oh, Yunli? She's currently locked up in the Shackling Prison."
Seeing Daziel's expression change again, she added unhurriedly, "But please rest assured, Mr. Daziel, she's in no danger for the time being."
"I am but a humble physician, and I despise those who play games of power. But to secure my footing in the Alchemy Commission, one cannot refuse the tasks assigned by the schemers."
"So, I have come to visit today, firstly, on orders to retrieve that Demon Sword. And secondly…" Lingsha's gaze, full of undisguised curiosity, swept between Daziel and the partially visible March 7th on the bed.
"I am also here to examine Mr. Daziel… and this young lady, to see if either of you have suffered any aftereffects from your contact with the Demon Sword."
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