❄️ Xinyao's sweet torment
Lin Xinyao sat cross-legged on her bed, delicate hands pressed tightly to her knees. Her breaths came slow but shaky, drawing frost-tinged spiritual qi into her meridians. It felt… unbelievably smooth.Each cycle of her cultivation, the energy flowed with almost decadent ease, feeding the whirlpool gathering at her dantian. Her Frost Yin Body was like a thirsty garden finally given water.
But that ease brought its own torture.
Images of Mo Li flashed behind her closed eyelids — the way he'd loomed over her, eyes dark with hungry promise, his thick cock spearing into her deepest place. Her nipples pebbled painfully against her inner robe, heat and frost tangling in her chest.
He… took my first time. That filthy, arrogant…
She bit her lip, trying to focus on her cultivation method, but her lower belly throbbed insistently. That small, traitorous ache in her womb refused to disappear, as if it missed the heavy stretch of him filling it.
Finally she let out a small, strangled whimper, collapsing sideways onto the bed. Her face pressed into the pillow, muffling another weak moan.
At least… at least he said I was special. That he wouldn't do such things with just anyone…
The thought shouldn't have warmed her — but it did. Enough that a shy smile almost crept across her face before she squashed it with a scowl.
Idiot. Shameless man. Why does my heart feel light hearing that?
She squirmed, thighs rubbing together, trying to chase the maddening itch.
A gentle knock broke the heavy atmosphere.
"Xinyao? It's me."
Her master, Elder Mei, stepped in, robes the palest blue, like moonlight on snow. Her hair was swept back in a flawless coil, eyes soft with concern.
When she saw Xinyao sitting there, slightly disheveled but with her qi stable and vibrant, relief washed over her face.
"So it's true… your cultivation finally advanced again."
She came to the bed and sat beside Xinyao, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her touch was light, but Xinyao still flinched, heart racing. Her master's spiritual sense was sharp — could she somehow smell the faint remnant of Mo Li on her?
"Master… it's better. Much better," Xinyao managed to whisper.
Elder Mei's eyes glistened.
"I've blamed myself for so long. I accepted you as my disciple knowing your Frost Yin Body was rare and precious, but I didn't truly understand how to help you cultivate it. Our sect's sword methods are harsh on a woman's body. Only by pushing your yin to the edge can you grasp the next level — yet that means endless pain, risking your foundation fracturing entirely."
Xinyao's eyes softened.
She really does care so much… even blames herself for my struggle.
Elder Mei's hand lingered on hers, giving a gentle squeeze.
"But if you can withstand it, you'll soar high. Perhaps even rival our Sect Master someday. Li Xueqin herself was a Frost Yin Body, though not quite like yours. She built her cultivation on a blade's edge, forged her power through near death more than once."
A faint heat crept up Xinyao's throat again — not from shame at the cultivation talk, but from the memory of Mo Li's dark smile and how he'd said he'd help her grow. Her womb gave a tiny, traitorous twitch.
Elder Mei's eyes sharpened, noticing her flush. But after a moment, she simply sighed.
"I won't press you harder until your new foundation is settled. Rest, focus on your cultivation. You've already surpassed most of your peers… you'll reach Foundation Establishment soon."
When her master finally left, Xinyao let out a long, shaky breath, hugging her knees to her chest.
If only she knew it wasn't the Azure Frost techniques that unlocked my body… it was that filthy man's hands on my hips, his breath at my ear, his…
Her thighs pressed together again.
Mo Li… I hate you… for making me crave more.
🌺 Qin Rou returns to her nest of sluts
Meanwhile, across the inner disciple compound, Qin Rou pushed open the door to her shared quarters. Immediately, warm laughter and the scent of incense wrapped around her. Three girls sprawled across low couches and cushions, robes in disarray or entirely absent.
Li Hanyue, a golden-skinned beauty with heavy breasts that nearly tumbled free each time she shifted, smirked lazily.
"Look who finally crawls back. Out seducing more men, Qin Rou?"
Jiang Mei was half-naked, long legs crossed idly as she twirled a lock of hair. A shallow dish of spirit wine balanced on her stomach. She let out a tinkling laugh.
"Don't tease her. I'm sure our sweet little furnace was just cultivating diligently…"
"With someone's cock in her mouth," quipped Song Lan, the last — a slender girl with eyes bright from mischief, who was entirely nude, reclining with her feet dangling off the edge of a couch.
Qin Rou rolled her eyes but didn't try to hide the flush in her cheeks. It only encouraged them. Song Lan slid off her couch and prowled over, tugging at Qin Rou's robe until it fell open. The other two whistled low.
"Look at all these hickeys… and here I thought the twins from River Spirit Palace were rough. This was someone new, wasn't it?"
Li Hanyue leaned closer, inhaling. Her lips curled in a knowing smile.
"Smells like potent yang… and still leaking out of you."
A pair of hands — she couldn't even tell whose — cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing over nipples that stiffened instantly. Qin Rou let out a soft gasp, thighs pressing together, which only earned her a playful smack on the hip.
"Who is he? If he's strong enough to make your slutty little furnace still drip the next morning, we want a turn."
Jiang Mei dropped to her knees between Qin Rou's legs, her tongue flicking out to taste where a thin trail of semen still oozed. Qin Rou's head fell back with a soft, breathless cry.
"Ah… wait, you—"
"Mm… rich. Whoever fucked you last night wasn't some disappointing outer sect boy."
Song Lan leaned down to suck one of Qin Rou's nipples into her mouth, teeth grazing teasingly. Qin Rou bucked slightly, breath breaking into tiny moans.
"S-stop— I… I'll tell you…"
They all paused, grinning like cats.
"Well?" Li Hanyue pinched her nipple sharply.
Qin Rou's lips parted, voice husky.
"He… he's different. Not like the others. You'll meet him… soon. I'll introduce you… to my master."
The words slipped out before she realized how it sounded. All three girls' eyes widened.
"Your… master? What a good little slave you are, Qin Rou." Song Lan purred against her ear. "Calling a man master after one night. Was it that good?"
Qin Rou shuddered, a tiny orgasm rippling through her core.
Yes… he's the only one who's ever made my womb seize like it belongs to someone else.