Chapter 7
Waterfalls froze into icy clouds, and streams congealed into green glass.
The sea crashed against the reefs by the shore.
Yu Shuang returned to the immortal island and came to her hut. She glanced at Fei Xing's cottage, its door was wide open, but she saw no one inside. Figuring he was wandering around the island, she was startled to see the snow before the door shift. Fei Xing actually crawled out from beneath it.
Seeing this, Yu Shuang couldn't help but ask:
"What are you doing?"
After waking up, Fei Xing had read for a while, but his desires had not subsided. Having no other choice, he had come back to the snow.
As he wiped the snow from his face, he said, "My inner fire is unbearable. I wish to borrow the ice and snow to quell it."
Hearing this, Yu Shuang was about to casually teach him a basic Heart-Cleansing Mantra from the foundational cultivation techniques. But then she remembered that even the most basic techniques were immortal arts, and as a mere mortal, he would be unable to learn them. So, she paid him no more attention and returned to her own hut.
Fei Xing felt that his five senses had become much sharper. Even though Yu Shuang was several meters away and the weather was freezing, he could actually smell the faint fragrance coming from her.
So this is how powerful the breathing technique is!
He struggled for a while longer, until his body was chilled to the bone and his limbs were numb and cold. Only then did he return to his cottage and continue reading his book.
...
The sun traveled west, and the moon hung over the eastern sea.
Midnight.
Candlelight illuminated the small cottage, just as starlight lit up the stream.
These candles had all been given to Fei Xing by Yu Shuang. The lights in her hut were not from candles; Fei Xing had looked carefully. They were stones that burned. The books also mentioned that within the Carefree Sea, there were several types of stones that either glowed or burned at night to provide illumination for the immortal sects. Presumably, the ones in the master's room were of this kind.
The night was deep. Fei Xing closed his book and gazed out at the frozen stream.
No snow tonight.
The red light from the past two nights did not appear, and the unbearable lust was also gone. He figured it was because he hadn't eaten those mushrooms and wild vegetables for the past two days.
Fei Xing extinguished the lamp and lay down on his bed, but he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Come to think of it, tonight was the last night for Yu Shuang's Sword-sense introspection. Tomorrow, she had to go to the sect to discuss some matter, and she wanted him to stay at the sect as well.
Perhaps because Yu Shuang was the first person he saw after waking up, and they had spent a hundred days together since, the thought of parting with her made Fei Xing feel a pang of reluctance.
After a while, he sat up, got out of the bed, and walked out of his cottage towards Yu Shuang's hut.
Upon entering, he was greeted by a waft of fragrance.
Fei Xing went to the jade bed, sat on the edge, and quietly studied Yu Shuang's face.
The lamp was silent, and so was he. He just watched her, his expression calm and serious.
Fei Xing didn't notice that Yu Shuang was not actually in a state of sword-sense introspection at this moment.
Right now, she was actually awake.
Early this morning, in the Three Frost Sword Spring, she had cleared her mind and performed her sword comprehension there.
After returning to the island, only a very small portion of the sword essence and immortal qi in her body had not yet completely stabilized. This final bit did not require her consciousness to remain submerged in her Nascent Sword Heart.
The moment Fei Xing stepped through the door, she had just completed a part of it and was in a moment of conscious awareness, so she perceived him.
After this late-night visit and his silent entry, Yu Shuang wanted to see what he would do next, so she did not open her eyes.
She could feel Fei Xing quietly watching her.
His gaze was close, but it held no evil intent.
After some time, Fei Xing moved.
Yu Shuang perceived him leaving the mattress, and then something touched her arm and remained still.
After a moment, Yu Shuang opened her eyes and glanced to the side. She saw Fei Xing sitting on the floor, his head resting against her arm, breathing steadily, motionless.
As if sensing her gaze, Fei Xing turned and looked at her.
Yu Shuang immediately closed her eyes and then thought to herself:
What am I doing?
A moment later, Fei Xing's breathing grew long and even; he had actually fallen asleep.
Yu Shuang didn't know what to do, so she decided to ignore him, sinking her consciousness into her Nascent Sword Heart to stabilize the last of her sword essence and immortal qi.
I'll just let him have a peaceful dream for a while. I'll send him back later.
The bright moon traveled west and suddenly vanished.
The wind and snow began to rise again.
When Yu Shuang had stabilized all her sword essence and immortal qi and awoke, she sensed something strange about her body.
Her two jade rabbits pushed two sharp points through her white dress, and a feeling of wetness came from her lower yin. A slight movement that caused her clothes to rub sent waves of pleasure through her.
Yu Shuang opened her eyes. A faint red mist, she knew not from where, was shrouding the jade bed, enveloping her and Fei Xing.
She was about to wave the strange red mist away when she suddenly found that she was inexplicably limp and powerless. Forget waving her hand, she could barely even move a finger!
Not only that, but more importantly, she could not use the sword essence or immortal qi within her. It was as if something had severed her connection to them.
What kind of lewd poison is this... Could there be an intruder?!
Who dares to invade my Lingsu Sword Sect?!
Yu Shuang's expression was grave. Her own arrays had not detected anything. If someone had intruded, they either had a special ability or their cultivation realm was far higher than hers.
She wanted to call out to Fei Xing by the bed, to have him take the Immortal Talisman from the stone cabinet by the headboard that, when lit, would notify her sect members, but when the words reached her lips, only soft "ah, ah" sounds came out.
She didn't even have the strength to speak.
Just then, Fei Xing seemed to be waking up and gradually sat up.
Yu Shuang was just starting to feel a little relieved when she saw that something seemed off about Fei Xing.
His face was flushed, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing as heavy as a wild horse's, a red light flashing frequently on his chest, and the thing between his legs was high and erect, as if he were suffering from cultivation deviation!
He was affected by this strange mist too? No...
Yu Shuang's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly discovered that the mist seemed to be coming from Fei Xing's chest!
She remembered the red light Fei Xing had mentioned to her yesterday; it was exactly the same as this.
This wasn't a hallucination from eating too many mushrooms!
Fei Xing had already lost his reason at this moment. He tore open his own clothes.
The red light grew brighter, and soon, a flower petal emerged from his chest.
The culprit behind all of this, the Drunken Immortal Lust Flower, revealed its true form.
This is-
Yu Shuang's expression grew even more grave. She and her two junior sisters had hunted the Demon of Evil Desire for nearly a year; how could she not recognize the demon's natal magic weapon?
Why is this demonic flower on him?!
Yu Shuang had no time to ponder this. She was facing a great crisis.
She saw Fei Xing pull the sash from her waist. The two full, fragrant breasts immediately trembled and surged forth. He bent down to suckle, his hands skillfully kneading the soft, tender flesh, his lips and tongue constantly moving between the two crimson buds.
Yu Shuang's beautiful eyes flew open. A mix of shame and anger rose within her, but it was accompanied by waves of pleasure that caused her delicate body to tremble uncontrollably. She could only use all her strength to clamp her lips shut, desperately trying to stifle the moans in her throat.
However, the lustful Fei Xing would not stop so easily. He released one breast, reached down into her underpants, and precisely probed the wet slit. Two fingers pinched her clitoris, rubbing it up and down along with the soft flesh.
"Ah…"
The intense pleasure made it impossible for Yu Shuang to hold back any longer, and a delicate moan escaped her lips.
She never thought she would make such a sound one day, but now she had no room for shame or anger. Wave after wave of unceasing pleasure crashed against her consciousness, like a tide against a shore, a gale against a sail.
After so many years of cultivation, her will should have been like solid ice, not so easily shaken.
She quickly understood that this must be the work of the demonic flower, but realizing this was useless. Her rationality was like a lone boat, struggling to stay afloat in a storm of pleasure.
Something is about to—!
Beneath the relentless pleasure, she felt as if something inside her was about to erupt.
"Ah…Uh…"
No! No!
She had a premonition that once that thing erupted, her consciousness would likely drift away with it.
"Oh…Oh...ah…"
Fei Xing's hands moved faster and faster.
"Uhh…"
Finally, Yu Shuang's waist arched up uncontrollably. An unprecedented, incomparable pleasure flooded her sea of consciousness.
"Ah—!"
She had lost her voice, her mind went completely blank and even her eyes were rolling back in her head!
Accompanied by the spasms of her yin cave, a gush of yin fluid flowed out, continuously drenching Fei Xing's palm.
This went on for several breaths before Yu Shuang's consciousness gradually returned.
She felt as if her soul had just left her body and drifted to the nine heavens.
I... actually...
Just as she thought it was finally over, Fei Xing began to move again.
Her body was still tingling with the aftereffects, but immediately, another wave of pleasure surged over her~
"Oh…oh…ah…"
Fei Xing's fingers continued to move within Yu Shuang's underpants. The underpants were soaked with her fluids, which continuously seeped through his fingers from the silken fabric.
Beneath the wind and snow, the usually quiet hut was filled with Yu Shuang's delicate moans.
"Oh..oh…aah….."
After a few more breaths, a high-pitched moan echoed in the room.
"Ohah…"
Her head lifted with her waist, and after trembling for a while, it suddenly fell as if she had lost all strength.
Fragrant sweat like dew clung to her cloud-like hair, her hazy, star-like eyes accompanied by swallow-like moans.
At this moment, Yu Shuang's eyes were unfocused, her head tilted to the side. Her cherry lips were wide open, her tongue hanging at the corner of her mouth and a line of drool slid down her cheek from the tip of her tongue.
Her pussy lips twitched continuously, and the flowing yin fluid soaked her white dress, forming a large puddle on the jade bed.
The lustul Fei Xing still did not stop. He pulled off Yu Shuang's underpants, revealing the fierce, erect object at his crotch.
He placed his right hand on Yu Shuang's neck, four fingers supporting the back of her neck, his thumb stroking her cheek, lifting her incomparably beautiful and enchanting face. His left hand supported her slender, willow-like waist, and then he aimed his red, swollen, dragon-head-like tip at the membrane of her cave's entrance.
He pressed down on her soft body!
Feeling a scorching heat, constantly pulsing and rubbing against her tender, delicate yin cave, Yu Shuang's heart trembled violently.
What is he going to do...
Of course, she knew what Fei Xing was going to do, but right now, she had no ability to resist.
To mortals, cultivators are like immortals, but in reality, they are also human, with the seven emotions and six desires, with greed, hatred, and ignorance. It's just that their goals are not entirely the same as mortals'; perhaps they are more grander, or perhaps more evil, and often their will is firmer, not easily shaken.
For Yu Shuang, although she was focused on cultivation with a single-minded heart, she could not, in the end, escape her identity as a woman and her own self-perception.
This body, which she had cherished and kept pure until now, this body which had never been touched by another, was now being toyed with like this by a mere mortal!
Not only that, but even her precious virginity was about to be taken by him next!
Looking into Fei Xing's red eyes, Yu Shuang used the last of her strength to let out a breathy sound.
"Don't..."
In that voice, there was none of her usual indifference, only a pitiful sorrow that made one's heart ache.
The wind and snow outside the window suddenly stopped.
It was as if the wind could not bear to see the beauty in pain, and the snow could not stand to watch the sorrow of this fine night.
Amidst the pink mist, Fei Xing maintained this position, not advancing any further.
It seemed Yu Shuang's sorrowful plea had an effect; a flicker of clarity suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Although it was just a flicker, it meant his rationality was finally returning.
Fei Xing's adam's apple bobbed. The swollen, nearly painful feeling between his legs constantly craved release.
The beauty beneath him was as soft as butter. On the vast island, only the two of them were present. No one could stop him.
Just one more step, and the world would open up!
The Drunken Immortal Lust Flower floated above his chest, its delicate, dewy petals seeming to urge him on to the next step.
"Master..."
Fei Xing spoke, his already low voice now even hoarser. He was using all his strength to suppress the intense desire.
Yu Shuang had no strength to reply. Her expression was dazed, her face flushed, only a constant sorrow swirling in her eyes.
Fei Xing said no more. He bent down and hugged Yu Shuang's body tightly.
Seeing this, Yu Shuang closed her eyes in despair. As darkness covered her vision, she felt her body was about to sink into endless chaos.
She felt Fei Xing's warm breath by her ear, and a soft phrase suddenly cut through the darkness like a sharp blade!
"Master, don't be afraid."
Yu Shuang opened her eyes.
The next moment, she saw Fei Xing take a deep breath, gently place Yu Shuang back on the bed, then pull his hands back and sharply turn his back to her.
You want me to lose my mind?
Right now, he was in a battle between heaven and man. Yu Shuang's sorrowful gaze from moments before was deeply imprinted on the bottom of his eyes, branded into his heart, causing him a sharp pain.
This pain was what was supporting his rationality as it clashed against the powerful desire.
You want me to hurt Master?
He looked down at the Drunken Immortal Lust Flower on his chest, realizing it was the true culprit behind everything that had happened these past few days!
He dug his ten fingers into his palms, his silver teeth gritting so hard they creaked. The muscles on his body's surface contorted, his veins seeming ready to burst!
The lust flower was truly formidable. The surging desire rendered him immobile. Fei Xing felt that as long as he made a move, or even relaxed slightly, he would no longer be able to control his body, and he would fall into an abyss of eternal damnation.
The torture, like a cruel punishment, lasted for an unknown amount of time—
And in the midst of this agony, only one resolute thought remained in Fei Xing's heart, a thought that would not disappear even in death:
I will never let you control me.
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