Renji instinctively glanced around.
The room before him was decorated in an antique style, exuding an air of classical elegance and luxury, with a design leaning towards ancient Chinese aesthetics.
Yet, the pure 3D high-definition projections, automated mechanical devices, and the comfortably fresh constant-temperature environment... subtle details revealed a cyberpunk sci-fi vibe.
Without a doubt, this was his residence within the simulation.
Seeing such an extravagant scene, Renji couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy and resentment.
Damn these rich people!
However, these emotions were quickly cast aside.
The reason lay in the icy, peerless beauty standing before him.
The form-fitting blue light armor accentuated her tall, well-proportioned figure, while exposing large swathes of snow-white skin at her shoulders, underarms, and chest.
Between the short skirt designed for ease of movement and the black combat boots, her fair thighs displayed graceful, flawless curves—utterly devoid of scars, making it impossible to tell they belonged to a battle-hardened female swordsman who had undergone rigorous training.
Her silver-blue hair was neatly tied back, cascading like a silken veil down to her waist.
Unfortunately, her beautiful face was frozen in frost, especially those pale red, gem-like eyes that made a novice like Renji too intimidated to meet her gaze.
She resembled the valiant heroine from a martial arts novel.
Renji struggled to calm his nerves and steady himself.
Whether he could share a bed with Jingliu tonight depended entirely on his next moves.
"Master, don't you already know what I want? I have absolutely no interest in that fox girl!"
Hearing this, Jingliu's hand instinctively rested on the hilt of her sword. Her grip tightened, loosened, then tightened again, repeating the motion.
Renji's heart leaped into his throat, terrified that Jingliu might lose her temper and simply draw her sword to cut him down.
Perhaps Baiheng was her white moonlight, far too important in her heart.
After a long silence, Jingliu released the hilt.
Seeing this, the weight in Renji's chest finally lifted.
"You shameless scoundrel! The greatest regret of my life was taking you as my disciple!"
Jingliu lashed out angrily.
Her outburst, ironically, made Renji relax completely.
With unprecedented boldness, he stepped right up to Jingliu, leaning slightly forward to whisper in her ear:
"Master, you wouldn't want Baiheng to be thrown into the Shackling Prison, would you~?"
Jingliu's poised figure trembled abruptly, her icy, rigid expression visibly cracking.
Gazing at the delicate, pink earlobe before him, like a tiny pearl, Renji suddenly felt a mischievous impulse.
He didn't know where the audacity came from, but he lightly blew on Jingliu's earlobe.
Jingliu instantly recoiled like a startled rabbit, covering her ear as she leaped back.
A flush spread across her fair face, and without another word, she drew her sword, its tip aimed directly at Renji's throat.
"What are you doing!?"
Renji smiled faintly, using a finger to gently push the sword aside.
"Master, you'd better get used to it. After all, we're going to get much closer later..."
Jingliu's grip on her sword was so tight her knuckles turned white, revealing the intensity of her restraint.
At any moment, she might lose control of her fury and slice off Renji's head without hesitation.
In the end, she did nothing, instead sheathing her sword.
"Do whatever you want!"
Renji's grin nearly split his face in two. If he hadn't feared Jingliu's fury, he would have burst into laughter right then.
Success! He'd finally done it!
He had finally conquered Jingliu!
At last, in this simulation, he had achieved what was impossible in reality.
A fine delicacy should be savored slowly.
With a smile, Renji reached out and placed a hand on Jingliu's shoulder.
Soft! So soft!
Her smooth, fair shoulder was tender and silky, impossible to resist.
Suppressing his excitement, Renji forced himself to adopt a deliberately casual tone.
"Master, I've been staying up late every night lately, and my inner fire is raging. I hear you're skilled at stealing moonlight—moonlight being yin in nature. Why not help me cool down?"
As he spoke, Renji applied slight pressure with his hand on Jingliu's shoulder, as if intending to push her down to her knees before him.
He wasn't using much force—with Jingliu's physical strength, she could easily break free with a little effort.
Yet at this moment, the beastly grip on her shoulder felt as heavy as a mountain.
Her face flushed and paled in turns, cycling through expressions of shame, anger, resentment... each emotion vividly displayed.
In the end, Jingliu seemed to resign herself to fate, kneeling obediently before Renji.
Her knees hit the floor with a quiet thud, the cold hardness of the ground a stark contrast to the fire burning in her cheeks. Shame coiled tight in her stomach, her fingers trembling where they clenched against her thighs.
Renji looked down at her, his expression unreadable. The bulge in his pants was impossible to ignore, straining against the fabric, demanding her attention.
"You know what to do," he murmured, voice low.
Jingliu's lips parted, a shaky exhale escaping her. Her hands rose, slow and unsteady, to undo his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle was deafening in the heavy silence between them.
When she finally freed him, his length sprang against her palm, hot and heavy. She flinched at the contact, her stomach twisting. The musk of his arousal filled her nose, thick and intoxicating, and for a fleeting second, she considered pulling away—
But then his fingers tangled in her hair, not yanking, just guiding, and her resolve crumbled.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips to the tip, tasting salt and skin. A shudder wracked her body as she took him deeper, her tongue dragging along the underside in an experimental lick. Renji's grip tightened slightly, a quiet groan slipping from his lips.
"Good," he praised, the word curling around her like smoke.
Jingliu hated how her body reacted—how her core clenched at his approval, how her breaths came faster, shallower. She bobbed her head, taking more of him each time, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, humiliation and arousal tangling together until she couldn't tell them apart.
Renji's hips jerked, his control fraying. "Fuck—just like that—"
The sudden pulse of his cock against her tongue was her only warning before he came, hot and bitter, spilling down her throat. Jingliu gagged, her nails digging into her own thighs as she forced herself to swallow, the act itself a surrender she hadn't realized she was capable of.
When it was over, she tore herself away, coughing, her lips slick and swollen. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"Ugh!"
Without a word, she stumbled to her feet and fled to the bathroom, her stomach churning. The taste of him lingered, a cruel reminder of what she'd just done.
Renji wore a pleased smile, making no move to stop her.
Because he knew—the night was still long...
***
Jingliu emerged from the bathroom, her skin still damp from the frantic scrubbing, her throat raw from retching. The taste of him clung stubbornly, no matter how much water she gulped or how hard she brushed her teeth.
She had hoped—foolishly—that he'd be asleep by now.
Instead, Renji lounged on the bed, his smirk lazy, victorious. His gaze raked over her like she was already his.
"You look like you need another drink," he mused, voice thick with amusement.
Jingliu's fingers curled into fists. "Go to hell."
He moved faster than she expected. One moment, she was standing; the next, his hand fisted in her hair, wrenching her head back. Throwing her in the bed, and climbing atop her, he moved his lips near her ears. His breath was hot against her ear.
"Tch! Still acting like you have a choice?"
She struggled, but his grip was iron, his body pressing her down into the mattress. The weight of him, the heat—it was suffocating. His knee forced her legs apart, and she bit back a gasp as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, moving up to her privates.
Renji traced her slits slowly in circles, before moving the slightly damp panties aside and rubbing her vulva.
"You're shaking," he noted, almost tenderly. "Cute."
She hated him. Hated the way her body betrayed her, the way her breath hitched when his thumb brushed over her clit—rough, impatient.
"Stop—!"
The word died in her throat as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right. A broken sound escaped her lips.
Renji chuckled, his voice low and dark in her ears. "Your mouth says no, but this?" He thrust deeper, and she arched despite herself. "This says mine."
Jingliu turned her face away, nails biting into the sheets. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Renji moved his head to her neck, kissing along her collarbone and moving to her shoulders. His teeth sank into her shoulder, and she cried out.
"Look at me," he demanded.
She refused.
With a snarl, he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. The sudden shift left her gasping, her cheek pressed into the sheets, her back arched under his grip. Renji's palm came down hard on her ass—once, twice—the sharp sting drawing a muffled cry from her lips.
"Still defiant?" His voice was a rough scrape against her ear as he leaned over her, one hand fisting in her hair again, forcing her head back. "You'll break before I do."
She could feel him—the hard, insistent press of his cock against her thigh, the way his breath hitched when she squirmed. A cruel laugh escaped him as he dragged her panties down her legs, leaving her exposed.
His fingers returned to her folds, spreading her open, teasing her entrance with slow, maddening circles. Jingliu bit her lip hard enough to taste copper, but her body betrayed her again—her hips twitched, seeking more.
"Pathetic," Renji murmured, though his own voice was strained. "Dripping for me already."
Before she could retort, he replaced his fingers with the thick head of his cock, rubbing it along her slick folds. The sensation was unbearable—too much and not enough. She hated how her breath came in shallow pants, how her nails clawed at the sheets for purchase.
Then, without warning, he shoved inside.
Jingliu choked on a scream as he filled her, stretching her to the brink. Renji didn't give her time to adjust; he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had her seeing stars. Each thrust drove her further into the mattress, his grip on her hips tight enough to bruise.
"F-Fuck—!" The curse tore from her throat as he angled deeper, hitting a spot that made her vision blur.
Renji's breath was ragged against her back, his teeth grazing her shoulder. "That's it," he growled. "Take it. You're mine."
She wanted to hate him. Wanted to deny the pleasure coiling low in her stomach, the way her body clenched around him greedily. But when his hand slid around her waist, fingers finding her clit again, Jingliu shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her with a broken cry, her walls fluttering around him. Renji followed with a groan, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself to the hilt, climaxing inside her, filling her up with his seed.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then he pulled out, leaving her empty, trembling.
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Next time," he murmured, "you'll beg."
***
Time passed indeterminably, and by now, Renji had exited the immersive simulation mode.
He let out a long exhale.
The faint scent of cold fragrance still lingered in his nostrils, and the warmth of her touch seemed to remain in his palms.
Excellent. The "delicacy" had been truly fragrant~
Closing his eyes, he savored the memory for a moment before restarting the simulation.
[Jingliu offers herself in exchange for your mercy, pleading for you to spare Baiheng. You gladly agree.]
[After a night of passion, you, now satisfied, gently pat the beauty beside you.]
["Don't worry, Master. I promise Baiheng will be safe."]
[The delicate figure wrapped in silk quilts trembled slightly but said nothing.]
[Dressed neatly, you left the bedroom with a contented smile, refreshed and invigorated. Later, you arrived at the Shackling Prison and had Baiheng transferred to a standard cell under the pretext of "insufficient evidence requiring further investigation."]
[Though called a standard cell, it was anything but ordinary. Spacious, climate-controlled, furnished with all manner of conveniences and entertainment facilities, and even served three meals a day by a dedicated chef—aside from the lack of freedom, it was practically no different from staying in a luxury hotel.]
[This was only natural. Such cells were reserved for special prisoners—high-ranking officials like the Xianzhou generals or leaders of major factions. It was less imprisonment and more house arrest.]
[Once Baiheng was moved to the "standard" cell, family visits were permitted.]
[Upon receiving the news from you, Jingliu immediately rushed to see her.]
[After the visit, Jingliu confronted you, her dissatisfaction evident.
"What kind of game are you playing?! Why haven't you released her yet?!"]
[She held the Shard Sword, pressing its edge against your neck.]
[Yet you weren't the least bit worried she would harm you. From the moment she first had the chance but didn't act, you knew—she would never raise a hand against you. You could exploit her for a lifetime!]
[With a light chuckle, you pushed the blade aside with a finger.
["Master, I know you're anxious, but don't be in such a hurry."]
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