The Grand Engagement Hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect was packed with disciples, elders, and outer sect trash like Ye Wei who had no business being there.
He stood at the very back, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.
On the raised platform, beneath floating spirit lanterns that cast golden light, his childhood fiancée—Xiao Mei—wore the crimson bridal robes of the sect's inner disciple lineage. She looked radiant, cheeks flushed, eyes lowered demurely.
Beside her stood Ling Tianhao, the young master of the Ling clan branch, Core Formation peak at twenty-three, sword qi so sharp it could cut silk from ten paces. He smirked down at the crowd like he owned the world.
And he did, in a way.
Because Xiao Mei had chosen him.
Or rather, the sect had chosen for her.
Ye Wei's name had been struck from the betrothal contract three days ago. No explanation. No apology. Just a cold notice delivered by an outer disciple who sneered, "Trash like you should be grateful you ever touched her hand."
Now the ceremony was reaching its climax.
Ling Tianhao lifted Xiao Mei's veil with two fingers, leaned in, and kissed her deeply—right in front of everyone.
The hall erupted in cheers and spirit wine toasts.
Ye Wei felt something inside him snap.
He turned and shoved through the crowd, shoulder-checking anyone who didn't move fast enough. Laughter followed him out into the night.
"Run along, cripple!"
"Don't cry too hard, Ye Wei! You'll find another dog to hump!"
He didn't stop until he reached the narrow alley behind the outer disciple dorms, where the moonlight barely reached. There, he slammed his fist into the stone wall until blood streaked his knuckles.
That's when the voice spoke inside his skull.
[Ding!]
[Host detected: Extreme humiliation + killing intent + sexual frustration threshold exceeded.]
[Dominance & Desire System binding initiated…]
[Binding complete. Welcome, Host Ye Wei.]
A translucent blue panel appeared in his vision.
[Dominance & Desire System]
Level: 0
Realm: Qi Refining 1 (Trash)
Conquest Points: 0
Active Mission: First Taste of Revenge
Objective: Sexually conquer your first enemy woman. Force submission through pleasure and degradation.
Reward: +5 minor realms, Pleasure Domination skill (Lv.1), Aphrodisiac Mist (1 use), Basic Storage Ring.
Ye Wei blinked.
Then laughed—a low, broken sound.
"Conquer… sexually?"
The system didn't respond with words. Instead, a small glowing vial materialized in his palm. Clear liquid swirled inside, faintly pink.
Aphrodisiac Mist.
He stared at it for a long moment.
Then he heard footsteps.
High heels clicking on stone. A woman's voice—cold, melodic, dripping with contempt.
"Pathetic. You ran away like a beaten dog."
Ling Xue'er stepped into the alley mouth.
Black hair like midnight silk, streaked with crimson at the tips. Ice-blue eyes that could freeze blood. Her sect robes hugged a body that made men lose their minds: enormous breasts straining against silk, narrow waist, hips that swayed like a promise of sin. She was the sect's number one genius swordswoman at twenty, Foundation Establishment peak, and she had spent the last two years making Ye Wei's life hell.
She was also Xiao Mei's closest friend.
And she had been the one to deliver the betrothal cancellation notice personally—while laughing.
Ye Wei's grip tightened on the vial.
"You came to gloat?" he rasped.
"I came to make sure trash knows its place." She stepped closer, sword at her hip glinting. "Xiao Mei is happy now. She deserves better than a useless worm who can't even reach Qi Refining 5 after ten years."
Ye Wei's blood boiled.
The system chimed again.
[Mission update: Target identified – Ling Xue'er. High-value enemy. Resistance level: Extreme. Reward multiplier: x3]
He uncorked the vial in one motion and flicked his wrist.
Pink mist exploded outward, silent and swift.
Ling Xue'er's eyes widened. She tried to summon sword qi—but her knees buckled. A flush crawled up her neck, pupils dilating.
"What… what is this?" she hissed, hand flying to her throat.
Ye Wei stepped forward.
His voice was low, dangerous.
"Payback."
He grabbed her wrist, yanked her deeper into the alley, and slammed her back against the cold stone wall. Her sword clattered to the ground.
She snarled, trying to push him away, but her body betrayed her. Nipples hardened visibly through silk. Thighs pressed together as slick heat bloomed between them.
"You dare—" she began.
Ye Wei crushed his mouth to hers.
It wasn't a kiss. It was conquest.
He forced her lips apart, tongue invading, tasting her fury and unwilling sweetness. She bit down—hard—but he only growled and deepened it, one hand ripping the front of her robes open.
Enormous breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, nipples dark and stiff.
He broke the kiss, panting.
"Look at you. So proud. So superior." His fingers pinched one nipple, twisting until she gasped. "Now you're dripping for the trash you despise."
"Shut up!" she spat, but her voice cracked.
He shoved her robes higher, exposing creamy thighs. No panties—inner disciples often went without under robes for "qi flow." Convenient.
His fingers found her cunt—drenched, swollen, clit throbbing.
She moaned despite herself.
"Filthy liar," he whispered against her ear. "You hate me? Then why is this whore pussy clenching around my fingers?"
He pumped two fingers inside her, curling hard against her g-spot. She bucked, head falling back against stone.
"Stop… I'll kill you…"
"Try." He withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening, and smeared them across her lips. "Taste yourself. Taste how badly you want trash cock."
Her tongue flicked out involuntarily.
Ye Wei freed his cock—thick, veined, painfully hard from years of suppressed desire.
He pressed the head against her entrance.
"Beg."
"Never."
He slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Ling Xue'er screamed—half rage, half ecstasy.
Her walls clamped down like a vice, hot and wet and impossibly tight.
Ye Wei groaned, hips snapping forward again and again, pounding her against the wall. Each thrust forced a whimper from her throat.
"Say it," he growled. "Say you hate me while you cum on my cock."
"I… hate… you…" she gasped between thrusts, but her hips rolled to meet him, greedy.
He grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough.
"Good girl. Keep lying. Your cunt tells the truth."
He fucked her harder, balls slapping wetly against her ass. Her breasts bounced wildly. Sweat and mist glistened on her skin.
She came first—violently.
Her back arched, eyes rolling, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed, squirting around his shaft.
Ye Wei didn't stop.
He pulled out, spun her around, bent her over a stack of crates, and slammed back in from behind.
"Again," he commanded.
She sobbed, pushing back against him.
"Trash… cock… feels… so good…"
He slapped her ass—hard.
"Louder."
"I'm… your whore… Master…"
He exploded inside her.
Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb, overflowing, dripping down her thighs.
She collapsed against the crates, trembling.
Ye Wei pulled out slowly, watching his seed leak from her abused cunt.
He leaned down, stroked her sweat-damp hair.
"Good girl, Xue'er. You took it so perfectly."
The system chimed.
[Mission complete!]
[Rewards granted: +5 minor realms → Qi Refining 6]
[Pleasure Domination (Lv.1) acquired]
[Conquest Points +300]
[Ling Xue'er marked as Primary Conquest – Obedience 12% → Lust Meter 89%]
Ye Wei straightened his robes.
Ling Xue'er stayed bent over, panting, cum still dripping.
He crouched, lifted her chin.
"Tell anyone about this," he said softly, "and next time I won't stop at one load."
Her eye
s—still glazed with aftershock—met his.
For the first time, there was no contempt.
Only hunger.
Ye Wei walked away into the night, power surging through his veins.
The trash was gone.
The conqueror had awakened.