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.
...
Fang Xiu blinked, caught off guard. "What?"
Fang Lee looked at her, his eyes carrying a deep sense of guilt.
But he wasn't a prodigy in this world for nothing. Woah, I really went hardcore in this dreamscape. Was it because I went to bed high? His mind fazed back into his memories.
You taste lovely~
Green and delicate~
You said you'd take care of my Qi deviation, didn't you, Lian Xue~?
"Sensitive, aren't we?" he murmured, a teasing smirk curling his lips as he continued rubbing his cock against her soft, pink folds. The way her body twitched under his touch was utterly mesmerizing. "How cute~."
She was warmer than he expected—almost intoxicatingly so. Fang Lee's curiosity got the better of him as he pushed just the tip inside, wanting to feel more of that heat, to savor the tightness that would soon engulf him completely.
Lian Xue's breath hitched, her pale skin blooming with a delicate blush. Slowly, she turned her head, her gaze barely meeting his 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 Fang Lee stilled at her words, at that quiet yet commanding tone. His heart skipped a beat before he quickly shook off the momentary flicker of... whatever that was.
A chuckle rumbled from his throat.
"As you wish, my darling fiancée~," he mused, tightening his grip on her waist.
His left hand held her steady, while his right guided his eager, throbbing length away from her soaked entrance, trailing it upwards.
Her pussy twitched at the loss of contact, but he ignored it, pressing his tip instead against her other, forbidden hole.
"Fang—!" Lian Xue gasped, her head snapping toward him, eyes wide with sudden panic.
That expression—it only fueled his arousal further. Fang Lee's desire spiked, and without hesitation, he shoved forward.
But instead of the pleasure he expected—
A searing, blistering pain shot through his cock.
Fire Qi—scalding, furious—wrapped around him like an unrelenting vice. The source of that unbearable heat? Lian Xue's womb, blazing with barely contained rage.
"BITCH!!!"
(Mini flashback end)
...
He gestured toward the floating ropes with a wry chuckle.
"I'm all for trying new things, but that?" He shook his head again, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. "Not really my thing."
For a moment, there was silence. Then, Fang Xiu let out a soft, melodious laugh, flopping back against the bed with an amused glint in her eyes. "Hah~ So even you have limits."
Fang Lee folded his arms, giving her a playful look. "Of course I do. What, did you think I was completely insatiable?"
Fang Xiu smirked. "I was starting to." She flicked a finger, and the ropes drifted back into the drawer with a faint whisper of silk. "Shame, though. I really think you would've enjoyed it."
Fang Lee exhaled, running a hand down his face. "Let's just... stick to what we're already good at, yeah?"
Fang Xiu propped herself up on her elbows, her smirk turning sultry once more. "Fine~ But don't think you're getting off that easily."
Fang Lee chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it—"
But before he could finish, a sudden ripple in the air sent a jolt of alarm through his senses. The distinct fluctuation of spatial energy crackled behind him, and without hesitation, his instincts took over.
He spun, fingers already forming a sword seal as a blade of condensed Qi materialized in his palm. At the same time, Fang Xiu reacted just as swiftly—her body twisting as she lashed out with a flicker of fiery-red Qi, her killing intent sharp and immediate.
A startled yelp rang out.
"W-Wait! It's me—!"
A golden talisman flared in the dim light, forming a barrier just in time to deflect their attacks. Sparks scattered as Fang Lee's sword energy dissipated against the protective layer, and Fang Xiu's flames flickered before vanishing harmlessly.
Standing at the center of the golden light was a young girl, her chest rising and falling from the shock of nearly being attacked. Her long black hair, tied into a neat ponytail, swayed as she caught her breath, and her white robes bore the distinct lotus emblem of their dojo.
Fang Meilin.
She lowered the talisman, her eyes wide with a mixture of irritation and lingering panic. "Senior Brother! You almost killed me!"
Fang Lee blinked, his body still tense, before he exhaled, dispersing his Qi blade with a flick of his wrist. "You were the one who teleported straight into the room without warning."
Fang Xiu's gaze flickered between them before she clicked her tongue in annoyance. "If you didn't want to get attacked, maybe don't barge in while we're busy." She crossed her arms, her voice dripping with clear displeasure.
Fang Meilin's face turned scarlet as she took in their state—both Fang Lee and Fang Xiu were still undressed, their bodies covered in the lingering heat of their earlier activities.
"Oh heavens—" She quickly spun around, her hands clenching at her sides. "I-I didn't mean to interrupt that!"
Fang Lee sighed, rubbing his temples. His memories of Fang Meilin surfaced to the front of his mind. "I assume you have a very good reason for using a teleportation talisman to appear in my room?"
Fang Meilin, still facing away from them, took a deep breath to compose herself before straightening her back. "Master has summoned you," she stated firmly, though her voice still held the slightest tremor. "She insists you come to see her immediately."
Fang Lee raised a brow. "Master?"
Fang Meilin nodded. "She said, and I quote, 'Go fetch your Senior Brother before that vixen drains him dry.'"
Fang Xiu snorted, clearly amused, while Fang Meilin groaned as if she regretted having to repeat the words aloud.
Fang Lee sighed again, running a hand through his hair. Trying to recall his master, and from Fang Lee's memories, he'd have to say she's a beauty that far surpassed Fang Xiu.
Straightening, he exchanged a glance with Fang Xiu, who arched an eyebrow at him. "Looks like your fun's over for now," she said playfully.
Fang Lee smirked. "I'll be back before you miss me."
Fang Xiu chuckled. "Then come back soon, dear cousin."
Fang Meilin, still visibly flustered, exhaled sharply. "Are we done here?"
Fang Lee didn't answer and instead looked at his bare body. "Hey Fang Xiu, do you have anything for me to wear in your abode?"
Fang Xiu chuckled as she stretched lazily, casting an amused glance at Fang Meilin before turning her attention back to Fang Lee. "Oh? Now you want me to dress you, dear cousin? How bold."
Fang Lee rolled his eyes. "Just give me something before Meilin combusts."
Fang Meilin stiffened, her ears burning. "I—I'm not—!"
Ignoring her, Fang Xiu flicked her fingers, and the air in the room stirred as silk and fabric responded to her command. The deep crimson curtains at the entrance rustled before unraveling, the golden lotus embroidery shimmering as the material reshaped itself into a fitted inner robe, its smooth texture settling over Fang Lee's skin like a second layer.
Next, the pristine sheets from the grand bed lifted, the embroidered phoenix designs flickering with residual warmth as they twisted into a flowing outer garment, dyed in rich shades of wine-red and midnight black. The sleeves draped elegantly, befitting someone of his status, while the fine embroidery shimmered subtly under the lantern light.
For the final touch, the silken canopy that had once framed the bed coiled in the air, twisting into a long, regal sash, its fabric still carrying traces of their lingering scent. With a flick of her wrist, it wound around Fang Lee's waist, securing his robes in place with an almost possessive grace.
"And of course," Fang Xiu murmured, striding toward the wall, "you'll need a proper accessory." She plucked her sheathed sword from its resting place and, with a teasing smirk, slid it into his sash. "There. Now you look dangerous enough to match me."
Fang Lee adjusted his robes, glancing down at the ensemble. "So my outfit is made of your room?"
Fang Xiu laughed, stepping close as she traced a finger down his chest. "I'd say it suits you. Now you carry a piece of me wherever you go."
Fang Meilin, still visibly flustered, exhaled sharply. "Are we done here?"
Fang Lee smirked. "Yeah, yeah, let's go."
With an impatient flick of her wrist, Meilin activated the teleportation talisman, and the world around them twisted as they vanished—leaving Fang Xiu behind, smirking at the lingering warmth in the air.