Victor didn't wait for an answer. The smile on his face was wide, but his eyes shone with a malice that didn't match the "playful boy" expression he so liked to flaunt.
"Master, I stayed up late every night. I have a lot of pent-up heat."
He let go of Jingliu's shoulder and slid his hand to her neck, feeling her skin, perfect and cold as marble. The slight grip wasn't violent, but possessive, a clear demarcation of territory.
At that moment, Victor reminded Douma from Demon Slayer as he analyzed the beauty with a cynical little smile; if he had a fan right now, it would be perfect.
Jingliu remained completely rigid, a monument of contained fury. Her red eyes, like frozen rubies, fixed on a point beyond his head, refusing to meet his gaze. Her breathing was shallow and fast, the only sign that she wasn't just a statue of ice.
"Relax, dear Master. It's just a little exchange for your precious little friend, to try new things, you know?" Victor whispered, the acidic joke made to wound her pride.
He leaned his muscular body, pressing his chest against hers, and then moved his cold hand down to Jingliu's slender waist, the armor under his fingers strangely warm.
"But to start, you're far too... dressed. Let's take off this warrior maiden armor. It's a bit excessive for a blowjob."
Jingliu shuddered upon hearing the vulgar dialect. It was the cherry on top of the humiliation.
"Don't you dare touch her," her voice came out low and hoarse, the tension behind the words capable of shattering glass.
Victor laughed. Not the innocent laugh of a boy, but a deep, guttural sound that carried the essence of a predator.
"Master, do you remember what you said? 'Do whatever you want!' The honorable sword master wouldn't go back on her word, right?"
He ignored the threat, and with a quick, brutal movement, Victor tore the side clasp of the armor. The piece of metal gave way with a loud, dry click, and he tossed it unceremoniously to the floor. In seconds, he ripped the rest of the fastenings, exposing Jingliu's milky skin, which seemed as smooth as porcelain.
"You are a work of art, Master. A shame you're so angry… but you know what, it actually makes you sexier," he murmured smiling while licking his lips, appreciating the view.
The sword-master tried to take a step back, but Victor held her firmly, spinning her and pushing her against the wall in one fluid motion. He didn't kiss her; he dominated her.
His mouth devoured hers with hunger and dominance, as if he were planting a flag in that territory that belonged only to him.
mwah~
When he pulled away, Jingliu was panting; a small web of saliva still connected the two of them.
"Let's not waste time, Master. You owe me the night," he growled, the playful tone gone for a moment, revealing the rawness of his intent. He was impatient.
With a sharp tug, he tore her combat skirt, exposing her perfectly toned legs up to her groin, where a minimal black panty barely covered her mound.
"Beautiful. I always knew that under those clothes, there was something juicy," he mocked, sliding a finger over the thin fabric.
Jingliu's trembling increased. The humiliation was unbearable. She had resisted countless enemies, the Mara, death... but not blackmail.
"I already said," Jingliu managed to stammer, breathless, her face showing anger and disdain. "Do whatever you want, just get it over with!"
Victor smiled, returning to his "Douma" mode: "Such strong disdain makes you beautiful… I'm glad we've reached an agreement, my dear."
He knelt, his knee resting casually on the torn fabric of her armor. The act put her at the height of his body. He grabbed the edge of the black panties and pulled them off with a firm motion. The fabric flew across the room, leaving her body naked and exposed.
The cool air of the climate-controlled room hit her skin, and Jingliu could feel her nipples hardening from shame. Her thighs, made for fencing and movement, were involuntarily tense.
Victor took a moment to appreciate the sight of his "prisoner."
He brought his hand to his combat pants, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper with a hissing sound. In seconds, his cock was free. Fully erect, pulsing with blood flow, the tip wet with pre-cum.
"Now, dear Master. How about some sword training, though the sword you'll face is a bit different now… Kneel." Victor said with a light laugh, his tone changing to a gently forced command.
He grabbed Jingliu's head, sinking his fingers into her soft silver hair, and pulled her firmly down and close to him. Her forehead brushed against his abdomen.
"L-Let me go!" Jingliu tried to resist, but Victor's strength was cruelly superior; not that Victor was stronger than her, but the threats against Baiheng made her weak to Victor's advances.
"Tsk, tsk. No resistance, Master. Remember, Baiheng's comfort depends on your... cooperation," he reminded her, the name of her beloved hitting Jingliu like a physical blow.
The sword-master stopped fighting immediately. The humiliation and hatred were almost palpable, but she obeyed.
She looked up, and her eyes fixed on the pulsating member protruding above her. The disgust was clear on her face, but the resignation was stronger.
Victor didn't wait. He squeezed the nape of her neck with one hand and used the other to guide the tip of his cock to her lips.
Jingliu opened her mouth slowly, without the slightest trace of desire, her tongue cold and hesitant.
"No shyness, Master. Aren't you the honorable sword master? You're in your element, aren't you? Now be the sheath for my sword…" he mocked, applying a soft but insistent pressure.
She obeyed, her lips enveloping the head of his member with a reluctance that was more exciting for Victor than any lust.
He watched Jingliu begin to suck. There was no art, no passion, just a robotic, slow movement.
But for a sadist like Victor, that scene filled him with pleasure.
"That's it, dear master, a bit clumsy for a sword master, but with a talent for the sword like yours, I know you can do better. Suck this cock as if your life depended on it. Oh, wait, in a way, Baiheng's life does depend on it," he laughed, the sound of his cynical laugh filling the room.
Jingliu gritted her teeth and intensified the rhythm, hatred injecting a new energy into her movements. Her throat was incredibly tight, and he could feel the moisture and heat against the shaft of his cock.
Gluck. Gluck.
The wet sound filled the air.
Victor could no longer control himself. His playful expression was replaced by a grunt of pleasure. He grabbed her hair tighter, pulling her back just enough for her to face him.
"Look at me, Master. Don't look away. You will watch when I cum," he hissed, his voice hoarse.
He pushed her down again. Deeper.
His member hit the back of Jingliu's throat, making her gag. Her eyes teared up from the gag reflex, but she refused to spit, remembering Baiheng.
Gluck, Cough, Gluck.
Victor pumped his member forcefully, using her head as leverage. He was almost there. The image of the proud warrior, the greatest of Xianzhou, choking on his cock, was the climax of his fantasy.
"Yes! Swallow it all, Master! Your throat is mine now, for my pleasure!" Victor burst out with a cry of pleasure, and his body shuddered.
A torrent of thick, warm cum spurted from the tip of his cock, running down Jingliu's throat. The volume was immense, and she desperately tried to swallow, her neck convulsing. Some dribbled from the corners of her mouth, staining her perfect chin.
Victor pulled away with a wet pop, his body trembling with relief.
Jingliu coughed violently, kneeling in front of him, cum dripping from her lips, though most of the steaming semen now rested in her stomach. She wiped the residue with her hand, her face pale.
"You... disgust me," she whispered, her voice laden with poison.
Jingliu ran out of the room like a lightning bolt, the scene itself being more of a blow to her pride than the act itself. The muffled sound of her coughing and the liquid ploc that Victor briefly heard from the bathroom area was proof that she was washing her mouth, getting rid of the residue of his ejaculation.
Victor just smiled, throwing himself back onto the luxurious bed, his cock still semi-erect, pulsing with the memory of the throat fucking he had just enjoyed. He picked up a glass of wine from the bedside table. He was laughing at her hatred, and it was more potent than any Viagra.
It didn't take long. The bathroom door slid open with a hiss, and Jingliu was back.
She was a vision of pure fury and humiliation. Her body was clean, her milky skin gleaming with post-wash moisture, but the flush on her face was deep and red. Her icy eyes seemed capable of cutting him in half. She was naked, completely unprotected, a painful contrast to the armored warrior she used to be.
"Back, Master?" Victor smiled, taking a casual sip. "Went to wash the taste away? Don't worry. I know male cum isn't your preferred drink, but the next course will be more... substantial."
Jingliu didn't answer. She simply stopped a few meters from the bed, her fists clenched at the sides of her perfect body.
"Come on, don't just stand there. We don't have all the time in the world," Victor urged her, patting the bed. "Come satisfy your Master."
The word "Master" left his lips with a perverse irony.
Jingliu took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second. When she reopened them, submission, forced by blackmail, had temporarily replaced the anger. She moved, not in lust, but in military obedience, with short, stiff steps to the bed.
Victor, however, didn't make it easy.
"No no no no~. Not that easy." Victor hummed while wagging his index finger in negation.
He set the glass aside and stood up. His strength, underestimated by his "playful" appearance, was absurd. He grabbed Jingliu by the waist with both hands and lifted her as if she were a feather, spinning her and forcing her to bend over the mattress, supporting herself on her elbows.
"I like the contrast. The greatest swordmaster of Xianzhou, on all fours for her disciple. The universe has a delicious sense of humor," he hissed in her ear.
He held her firmly, enjoying the view. Jingliu's butt, though toned from fighting, was soft and well-shaped, fully exposed. Victor could see the perfectly drawn groove between her two buttocks, and her pussy, moist from the recent bath and perhaps a bit from the tension, between her thighs.
"Let's see if this cold cunt of yours can warm me, Master," he murmured.
Victor brought a hand to her groin. His fingers played at the delicate pink entrance, but Jingliu was so tense that she felt nothing but disgust.
"Relax, Master. Or it's going to be hell," Victor commanded, sliding a finger inside.
Jingliu let out a stifled moan, a mixture of pain and repulsion.
"So tight... Still a virgin inside," He mocked with enthusiasm. "I thought all these years of training would have broken your hymen. Well, better for me, I suppose. I'll be the one to break it."
His last words were spoken with a smile wrapped in ferocity, like a beast that had found the most delicious of prey.
He withdrew his finger, which was covered with a bit of lubricating fluid and a subtle, clean scent. The lack of passion in her body was only inflaming Victor even more.
He spat into his hand, making a vulgar sound, and rubbed his own cock with the saliva, the most "natural" lubricant possible.
"Ready for the next lesson, Master?"
Jingliu just trembled.
Victor positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock brushing her clit before forcing entry into her pussy.
Jingliu's rigidity made penetration difficult. Victor had to push, and she let out a hoarse cry, her internal muscles tightening around him like a tourniquet.
"Agh! Is this the first time you've fucked doggy style? Ah, haha how silly of me, you're experiencing several first times today, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take many of them as time goes by!" he shouted, but her tightness was driving him to the edge.
Finally, with a final, determined thrust, Victor penetrated completely, feeling his glans hit deep against her cervix.
"S-Stop! I can't!" Jingliu whimpered, her coldness broken by the shock of pain and invasion.
Victor ignored her protest, grabbing her buttocks and spreading them for a better angle. He began to move, thrusting with cruel slowness, feeling her folds stretch around his cock.
"You can. You're a swordmaster, Master. You're made to endure," he panted, his voice becoming hoarse with pleasure.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the luxurious room, a profane sound in the silence of the night.
Victor quickened his pace, and Jingliu's hatred slowly began to mix with forced pleasure. She was fighting the act, but her body, treacherous, was getting used to it.
"Hnngh! Ah... F-fuck... G-go... F-faster!" The confession came out of her as a moan, the voice of pain turning into unwanted arousal.
Victor laughed victoriously. He had broken the icy facade.
"So vulgar, Master. But I love it. You're a true ice bitch deep down," he mocked, thrusting with relentless force, making the bed shake. "Scream for me. Scream how good it is to be fucked by your beloved disciple!"
Jingliu didn't scream. She just bit her lower lip until it bled, her body now responding to every thrust, every impact, her forced pleasure becoming the fuel for Victor's satisfaction.
Victor didn't ease the pressure. The fact that Jingliu was hating the pleasure he was inflicting on her was the best part. The forced confession that she wanted more — the "F-faster!" — would become his second favorite phrase of the night, only slightly behind another one that would be uttered this same night.
"Faster? As you wish, bitch," Victor growled, the playful tone totally absent, replaced by voracity.
He held her hips so tightly that his fingers sank into the smooth flesh. From there, he began to hammer into her. It was no longer penetration; they were brutal, deep thrusts.
PLAP! CLAP! PLAP!
The sound of his thighs hitting her buttocks was loud, snapping in the night's silence. With each impact, her waist whipped, forcing him deeper as her own clenched fist gripped the mattress.
"You're so tight, Jingliu. Your cunt is a hell of contractions," Victor gasped, his throat dry, pleasure making his eyes roll back. He could feel her G-spot with every thrust, and with each touch, Jingliu arched her back, exposing herself even more.
"Nnngh! A-Ah! S-stop! It... h-hurts! B-but..."
"But you want more, master? You said it yourself hehe," Victor completed, merciless, his voice deep and hoarse. "Feel, Master. Feel how soft your body is under my cock. You're being fucked for the first time by a shitty brat you hate, and you're loving it. Confess, damn it!"
He stopped suddenly, pulling his member almost all the way out, leaving only the wet tip at her entrance. The sudden emptiness made Jingliu moan in frustration, her hips writhing to try to grasp the heat.
"What? Tired already, Master? Your cunt can't take it anymore?" Victor taunted.
The shock was too much. Physical need overcame Jingliu's honor and rationality.
"No! D-Don't go! Please... I-I... I want you to fuck me," she whispered, her voice broken, the most humiliating request she had ever made.
— "fuck me" — And there was his favorite phrase of the Night.
Victor's smile was cruel. He had won the final battle of her will.
"That's more like it. Now, take this," he roared, and with a single impulse, he buried his cock deep inside her, hitting her cervix with crushing force.
Jingliu screamed. A loud, animal sound, that was neither pleasure nor pain, but a fusion of the two.
Victor's orgasm came immediately.
He grabbed one of her arms while the other grabbed Jingliu's now messy white hair and emptied himself, pumping thick, hot cum inside her with intense spasms.
"I'm marking you! This is mine! It's the price, you ice whore! Take this cum!" he shouted, Jingliu's mouth being the only place she could direct the muffled sound of her own name being profaned.
He continued to pulse, feeling her walls convulsively contract around him. Jingliu moaned uncontrollably, her body hit by a forced, violent orgasm that shook her entire being.
Her fingers clawed at the silk sheets until they tore, and a last sigh escaped her lips: "Baiheng..."
Finally, Victor loosened his grip, his body collapsing onto hers, his emptied cock still buried in her wet heat. He breathed heavily against her neck.
Jingliu's body was limp under his weight, her internal muscles still throbbing, the heat and liquid from Victor dripping from her pussy onto the mattress. Her breathing was shallow.
"Mission accomplished, Master," Victor murmured, his voice satisfied. He withdrew with a wet sound, and a small amount of cum trickled down the groove between her buttocks.
He rolled to the side, watching her body, which still trembled slightly from exhaustion and pleasure.
"Don't be like that. We can still go for Round 2. You're not going to tell me that after all this, you're going to leave me with a soft cock, are you?" Victor mocked, regaining his smile. "Come here, let's try a recovery blowjob. After that, I can fuck you again until dawn, to make sure Baiheng has a comfortable stay in prison."
He leaned in, and Victor's hand went to Jingliu's silver hair, pulling her gently so she would turn and face him. The fear in her eyes was fuel.Jingliu just looked at him with disgust, but she knew what she had to do. The night was still long.
An unknown amount of time passed, and Victor had now exited the realistic mode.
He let out a long breath.
The faint, cool fragrance seemed to linger in his nostrils, and the warm, smooth sensation still felt present in his palm.
Not bad, this 'delicacy' tasted wonderful~
After closing his eyes and savoring the memory, Victor resumed the simulation.
[In exchange for herself, Jingliu pleaded with you to be lenient with Baiheng, and you readily agreed.]
[After a night of passion, having fulfilled your desire, you gently patted the beauty beside you.
"Rest assured, Master. I promise Baiheng will be fine."]
[The delicate body wrapped in the silk quilt trembled slightly, but said nothing.]
[You dressed neatly and left the bedroom with a satisfied smile, feeling refreshed. Afterwards, you went to the Prison of Shackling Souls and had Baiheng transferred to an ordinary cell under the pretext that "the facts are unclear, further investigation is needed."]
[Although called an ordinary cell, it was anything but. It was spacious, climate-controlled, and equipped with all kinds of convenient furniture and entertainment facilities. A dedicated chef prepared three meals a day. Aside from not being able to leave, it was practically no different from staying in a luxury hotel.]
[This was to be expected. Such cells were originally intended for special prisoners, like a Xianzhou General or high-ranking members of other major factions. It was less an imprisonment and more a form of house arrest.]
[After Baiheng was moved to the 'ordinary' cell, family visits were permitted.]
[Upon receiving the news from you, Jingliu immediately rushed over to visit.]
[After the visit, Jingliu found you at once to express her dissatisfaction.
"What tricks are you playing?! Why haven't you released her yet?"]
[She held her Shattered Sword, placing the blade against your neck.]
[But you weren't worried she would hurt you in the slightest. From the first time she had the chance but didn't act, you knew she would never harm you in this lifetime. You could have your way with her forever!]
[You chuckled softly and moved the Shattered Sword aside with your finger.
"Master, I know you're anxious, but don't be so anxious."]
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