The deeper they went into the inner forest, the more Qin Rou tried to puff herself up. She kept her arms folded under her chest, lifting her chin every time she glanced at Mo Li.
"Tch, look how slow you are. A useless outer disciple like you should be grateful I even speak to you,"she sneered, though her voice sounded thinner than before.
Mo Li only smiled faintly, eyes lowered, as if cowed by her words.
Then — in the hush of rustling leaves — he let a thread of his demonic qi slip free. It was small, barely more than a whisper of shadowy heat, but it slithered through the clearing like a living serpent.
Qin Rou froze.
Her breath caught. Her knees buckled a fraction, a soft sound squeaking from her throat. Inside her dantian, her yin qi fluttered violently, sending tiny jolts straight down between her thighs.
She pressed a trembling hand to her chest.
"W-What… was that?!"She tried to bark it, but it came out breathless.
Her eyes darted left and right, suddenly desperate to see a way back to the path. Panic flashed across her face. She spun on her heel to leave — but her legs betrayed her, stumbling over a root, making her pitch forward with a gasp.
Mo Li's palm slid brazenly over Qin Rou's soft, rounded ass, squeezing until his fingers sank into her tender flesh.She let out a startled gasp, her hips jolting forward, robes riding up indecently.
Then he leaned in close, lips brushing her ear — voice a low, dark purr that curled right into her skull.
"Mmm… such a pretty little ass.I wonder, Qin Rou — does your delicate pussy clench like this every time someone just touches you?"
She stiffened, a strangled noise catching in her throat.Her cheeks burned so hot they felt feverish.
His hand kneaded her again, rougher this time, thumb dipping to stroke dangerously close to her inner thighs.Each word he breathed into her ear seemed to echo inside her body, making her skin tighten and nipples ache.
"I can feel it, you know… your yin qi is so hungry.Every time I squeeze you, your pretty little slit twitches, begging for me."
"D-Don't…"Her voice was barely there — thin, humiliated, shivering.
But the moment he dragged his palm lower, brushing the damp heat between her thighs through the thin fabric, she let out a faint whimper. Her pussy clenched hard, slick leaking out to dampen her underthings.
Mo Li chuckled, dark and hungry. In a swift motion, he pushed her robe up over her hips, baring the trembling curve of her ass and the glistening seam of her soaked pussy.
"Look at that…Already dripping for me.Do you even realize how sweet your yin tastes when you're trying so hard to deny it?"
Before she could spit out another protest, he dropped to his knees behind her, hands spreading her thighs wide despite her weak struggle.His hot breath ghosted over her slick folds, making her whole body seize up.
Then his tongue darted out, licking a slow, deliberate stripe right up her slit.
"Ah—!"Qin Rou nearly screamed, the sound strangled into a broken moan.
Her hands clawed at the tree bark for balance. Her pussy clenched again, squeezing tight around nothing, so hard it almost hurt — as if reflexively begging to be filled.
Mo Li groaned low, his tongue swirling to lap up her leaking juices, savoring the taste.
"Mmm… such a delicate yin.Even now, you're tightening for my mouth.What a filthy, hungry little body you have, Qin Rou."
Her eyes fluttered half-shut, tears pricking the corners from sheer shame — and the terrifying, molten ache pooling deep in her belly that refused to go away.
By the time he pulled back, Qin Rou's breathing was ragged. Her hands clawed weakly at the tree trunk for support, cheeks blazing red, eyes glossy and confused.
A strange, shameful ache coiled low in her belly — her yin qi trembling wildly, still reaching for more of his dark heat even as she tried to clamp her legs shut.
Mo Li rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a slow, cruel smirk curling across his lips.
Qin Rou could only shiver, caught between stark fear and the humiliating throb of her own betraying desire.