The night after the Grand Auction, the moon hung high and pale over the Feng Estate, but inside the Chamber of Nine Suns, there was no night—only an eternal, suffocating heat.
This was Feng Wuya's private cultivation room, built directly atop a convergence of Yang Ley Lines. The center of the room was dominated by a large steaming pool filled with red liquid—water infused with Dragon Blood Grass and liquid fire essence.
Feng Wuya sat naked on the edge of the pool, the red steam swirling around his muscular frame. His Golden Core aura pulsed rhythmically, absorbing the heat.
Standing by the heavy iron door, shivering not from cold but from terror, was Su Qingyue.
She was still wearing the blue dress from the auction, but it was disheveled. Her face was pale, her hands clutched tightly in front of her.
"Come here," Feng Wuya's voice cut through the steam, deep and resonant.
Su Qingyue hesitated. "Feng Wuya... I am the Holy Maiden of the Ice Palace. You cannot keep me here. My Master will—"
"Your Master?" Feng Wuya chuckled darkly. He waved his hand. A projection array on the wall flickered to life.
The image showed the main hall of the Su Clan. Su Qingyue's father, the Clan Head, was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by Feng Clan enforcers. He looked old, defeated, and terrified. A Feng Clan elder was holding a stack of debt papers and a contract for the sale of the Su ancestral lands.
"Your father bet the entire clan's fortune on a mining venture that I sabotaged last week," Feng Wuya explained casually, dipping his foot into the boiling water. "He is bankrupt. If I snap my fingers, the Feng Clan seizes everything. Your father will be sold into slavery to pay the debt. Your mother... well, the brothels in the Lower City are always looking for noble milfs."
"No!" Su Qingyue gasped, her knees shaking. "You monster! Leave them out of this!"
"I can," Feng Wuya looked at her with dead, predatory eyes. "But it costs money to save a clan. And you have no money."
He stood up. The water cascaded off his body. He walked towards her, his naked form imposing and terrifying in the red mist. His member, thick and heavy, swung slightly with his stride.
"You only have your body."
He stopped inches from her. The heat radiating from him was painful to her Ice Physique.
"Undress," he commanded.
"I..." Tears welled in her eyes. "Please... not like this..."
"Three seconds," Feng Wuya said. "One."
He raised his hand, his fingers glowing with a signal spell connected to the enforcers in the projection.
"Two."
"I'll do it! I'll do it!" Su Qingyue screamed, frantically fumbling with her sash.
Her fingers trembled so badly she tore the silk. The blue dress fell to the wet stone floor. Then the inner robes. Then the white silk trousers. Finally, the breast band.
She stood before him, completely nude.
She was a vision of purity. Her skin was snow-white, glowing with a faint blue light of her Nine-Yin Ice Phoenix Body. Her breasts were perfect, high and perky with nipples the color of frozen roses. Her waist was slender, her hips flaring out into long, shapely legs. Between her thighs, her sex was hairless, a neat, pale slit that looked like it had never been touched by a mortal hand.
She crossed her arms, trying to cover her breasts and groin, her face burning with shame.
"Beautiful," Feng Wuya critiqued, circling her like a shark. "But too cold."
He reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragging her towards the pool.
"No! That water is boiling! My physique... it will clash!"
"Exactly," Feng Wuya said.
He threw her in.
SPLASH.
"AAAAHHH!" Su Qingyue screamed as the Dragon Blood water enveloped her.
To a normal person, it was a hot bath. To her, with her extreme Yin constitution, it felt like acid. The Yang energy in the water attacked her pores, invading her meridians, violently clashing with her icy Qi.
"It burns! It burns!" She thrashed, trying to climb out.
Feng Wuya stepped into the pool and pushed her back down. He pinned her against the edge of the pool, his body pressing against hers.
"The pain you feel is your resistance," he whispered in her ear. "Open your pores. Accept the Yang."
"I can't... it hurts..." she sobbed, her skin turning a vibrant, inflamed pink.
"Then take the antidote."
Feng Wuya produced a pill from his spatial ring. It was the Fire-Ice Harmonizing Pill—crafted by Mu Lan specifically for this moment. It was a potent aphrodisiac that turned pain into pleasure, but only if mixed with male essence.
He shoved the pill into her mouth and clamped her jaw shut until she swallowed.
"Gulp."
Almost instantly, Su Qingyue's eyes widened. The burning sensation in her skin didn't stop, but it changed. The agony morphed into a deep, itching heat. A heat that settled in her womb. Her nipples hardened until they hurt. Her clitoris began to throb with a dull, maddening ache.
"What... what did you give me?" She panted, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked at him, and for the first time, the sight of his naked body didn't disgust her—it looked like a source of relief.
"A lesson," Feng Wuya said. He sat on the underwater bench, the water coming up to his chest. His erection bobbed in the water, looking like a red sea serpent.
"The drug makes your body crave Yang energy to cool down. You have two choices, Qingyue. You can stay in this water and boil until your mind breaks..."
He pointed to his crotch.
"...or you can drink from the source."
Su Qingyue looked at the thick, veined shaft floating in the water. It was daunting. Disgusting. But the itch in her belly was becoming unbearable. It felt like ants were crawling inside her veins.
"I... I am the Holy Maiden..." she whimpered, clutching her chest. "I cannot... put that in my mouth..."
"Then burn." Feng Wuya leaned back, closing his eyes.
One minute passed. Two minutes.
Su Qingyue was writhing in the water. She rubbed her legs together, but the friction only made it worse. She clawed at her own skin. "Please... help me... Feng Wuya... it's too hot..."
"You know what to do."
Sobbing brokenly, Su Qingyue waded through the water. She sank to her knees between his spread legs. The water level was at her chin.
She looked at his cock. It was right there, smelling of musk and power.
"Just... just this once..." she lied to herself. "To save the clan... to stop the pain..."
She reached out with trembling hands and wrapped her fingers around it. It was rock hard and scorching hot.
She leaned forward and licked the tip.
A jolt of electricity shot through her tongue. The Yang energy was concentrated there. It instantly soothed the burning in her throat.
"Oh..." she moaned involuntarily.
She opened her mouth and took the head in.
It was an assault on her senses. It tasted salty, bitter, and overwhelmingly masculine. It filled her mouth completely. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering.
"Don't use teeth," Feng Wuya ordered, placing his hand on top of her wet head. "Suck it like you want to live."
Su Qingyue closed her eyes and began to suck.
Slurp. Schlop.
She was clumsy. She didn't know what to do with her tongue. But the relief was instant. Every time she sucked, a small amount of his Yang aura flowed into her, neutralizing the drug's torture and replacing it with a hazy, drug-induced euphoria.
"Deeper," Feng Wuya commanded, pushing her head down.
"Mmph!"
She took him halfway down. Her cheeks hollowed. The water lapped against her face, mixing with the sweat and tears.
Feng Wuya watched her. The high-and-mighty Ice Goddess, the woman who had looked at him like he was trash for years, was now bobbing her head in his lap, servicing him like a common brothel slave.
He grabbed her hair, twisting it to get a better grip. He began to thrust his hips.
Thrust. Gag. Thrust. Gag.
He fucked her mouth with increasing speed. He didn't care about her comfort. He hit the back of her throat repeatedly, forcing her to open her throat or choke.
Su Qingyue's hands gripped his thighs. She wanted to push him away, but the drug made her cling to him. The pleasure of the Yang intake was becoming addictive. Her brain was fogging over. It feels... good? Why does it feel good?
"That's it," Feng Wuya growled. "Look at you. You were born for this."
He felt the release approaching.
"Drink it all, Qingyue. Not a drop spills."
He pulled her head down hard, burying himself to the hilt in her throat, blocking her airway.
Pulsate.
He erupted.
Su Qingyue's eyes flew open wide. The hot, thick fluid shot down her throat. It was scalding.
Gulp. Gulp.
Reflexively, she swallowed. The sheer volume forced her to keep swallowing. The Essence of the Golden Core flooded her stomach, radiating a massive wave of warmth that finally quelled the pain of the bath.
Feng Wuya held her there for another ten seconds, ensuring she was drained dry, before releasing her.
Su Qingyue surfaced, gasping for air, coughing. A string of white fluid hung from her lip. She wiped it away, staring at it in horror.
She had done it. She had swallowed the villain's seed.
"Good girl," Feng Wuya said, patting her cheek. "Your father is safe for another week."
He stood up and stepped out of the pool.
"Dry yourself off. Tomorrow, we start the real training. If you want to be my wife, your mouth needs to be much, much better than that pathetic display."
Su Qingyue remained in the pool, clutching her knees, weeping silently into the red water. The physical pain was gone, but something inside her—her pride, her identity as the Ice Goddess—had cracked irreparably.
She looked at the door where he left. And deep in her Dantian, the seed she had swallowed swirled, warm and binding, silently corrupting her Ice foundation from the inside out.