Chapter 1: She's My Own Master!
Master…
"Changqing, I have failed to ascend to the Saint Realm. My injuries are severe. My cultivation is sealed for now, and I'll need to go into seclusion for some time."
"Your two Senior Sisters are not at the sect right now. From this moment on, Lingyun Peak is yours to watch over."
"Do not betray my trust."
She was dressed in a flowing white gauze robe, translucent and ethereal, with a silk inner garment as thin as cicada wings, embroidered with faint, flickering clouds and shadows. Her waist was willow-slim, her shoulders sculpted like jade. Long black hair spilled freely down her shoulders, framing a face of heart-stopping beauty.
Those features… a celestial grace that seemed to belong only to the palatial moon goddess. Eyes like autumn water, brows like distant mountains, her skin like condensed jade, pure and luminous.
Her bare feet were casually resting on the floor—flawless, pale as snow, delicate to the point of heartache.
And yet, this peerless figure was now exuding weakness from every pore—breathing shallowly, barely able to sit upright.
Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, laced with exhaustion and fragility. The very air around her trembled with a kind of frail dignity.
Gu Xiran spoke several sentences, but there was no reply from Su Changqing.
Her lashes fluttered faintly as she slowly lifted her gaze—and instantly met his.
"You unfilial disciple… what exactly are you looking at?!"
Fury surged to her cheeks in an instant. That flawless face was now stained crimson, her entire body trembling.
Unforgivable! This unfilial disciple—he was ogling her!
And staring with such bold, unblinking eyes! Utterly shameless!
Gulp.
Su Changqing swallowed hard.
[Ding! Detected that host has developed improper thoughts toward their Master. Villain System activated.]
[Option 1: Apologize sincerely and grovel for forgiveness. Master's trust +10.]
[Option 2: She's just too beautiful to resist. Give in. Reward: Beginner Villain Gift Pack.]
Yes, Su Changqing had transmigrated.
One second, he was hit by a truck. Next, he opened his eyes in this new world—within the body of Su Changqing.
This was the Tianwu Continent, a land of martial cultivation and boundless power.
And he… was now a disciple of the Taixuan Sect—one of the great holy sects of this world.
His Master, Gu Xiran, was none other than the Peak Master of Lingyun Peak, one of the Nine Peaks of the Taixuan Sect. Her status was unparalleled.
But just recently, she attempted to break through to the Saint Realm—and failed. She was gravely injured, her cultivation sealed, her strength drained to a level even below that of an ordinary mortal.
"Damn it, she's my own Master! System, are you trying to get me killed!?"
Su Changqing clutched his heart.
This was the woman who had raised him, taught him, protected him. How could he possibly… do something so vile?
Wouldn't that make him less than a beast?
[Please make your selection within five seconds.]
"I choose… option two."
"I'm going for it."
Before the system could even finish its countdown, Su Changqing already made up his mind.
Master, forgive me. I truly… can't help myself.
If anyone is to blame—it's you. You're just too beautiful.
Compared to you, all those so-called top-tier actresses from my previous life are utterly worthless.
Your otherworldly aura grips the soul. That face… it must be Heaven's most perfect creation. Your brows are like spring peaks, your eyes like autumn water, your waist slim and supple, your every movement full of charm. You are beauty incarnate, your allure piercing to the bone.
No man—no disciple—could ever hope to resist such a Master.
"Hehe… Master…" Su Changqing chuckled sheepishly, rubbing his hands together as he slowly approached.
Gu Xiran's eyes widened in disbelief. Watching him draw closer step by step, her expression shifted from stunned to panicked.
"You bastard! W-what do you think you're doing? I… I'm your Master! Don't you dare!"
She swallowed nervously. Her face, impossibly lovely, was now tinged with panic. Stray locks of hair fell across her face, adding a flustered, sensual charm. Her breath carried a delicate fragrance that struck him full in the chest.
Sweat beaded at her brow—her nerves laid bare.
As one of the Nine Peak Masters of the mighty Taixuan Sect, she had cultivated for countless years. Yet never before had she felt such panic.
Su Changqing, on the other hand, pretended not to hear. He stepped closer, finally kneeling at her feet—his gaze never leaving her.
"Master, this disciple has heard… that you possess the legendary Profound Yin Body. Its benefits are said to be immeasurable. Hehehe…"
Across the entire Tianwu Continent, Gu Xiran's beauty was legendary. Known as the Immortal Maiden Gu, she was famed not only for her peerless face but also her unique constitution—the Profound Yin Body.
For cultivators, such a body was a treasure beyond compare.
But her own cultivation was once too terrifying for anyone to ever dare covet her.
Until now.
Until she fell.
Even Su Changqing's heart was pounding.
This was the dream of countless cultivators—a chance none dared take. And now it had fallen into his lap.
Gu Xiran's composure shattered.
Though her name rang across the world, in front of Su Changqing… it meant nothing.
No one can hear her even if she screamed. Her secluded cave abode was protected by her own formations—no sound, no trace, no escape.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
"You… If you dare lay a hand on me, I'll kill you! Even if it costs me my life!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she shouted.
Damn it all. How could she have accepted such a heartless traitor as her disciple!?
But her injuries crippled her cultivation. She was weaker now than a common mortal. She couldn't even lift a finger to resist.
"Hehehe… is that so? Well then—don't mind if I do." And with that, Su Changqing grinned.
And what followed…
"You bastard… You just wait. I won't let you off. I'll never forgive you!!"
She had always been above people.
Men begged for her gaze and people feared her name. Her beauty, untouched. Her reputation, stainless. She was the Immortal Maiden — aloof, inviolable, beyond reach.
And now she lay defeated, her spirit shattered, her body gravely wounded from the failed attempt to break through to the saint realm. Her robe, once pristine, was torn to rags around her arms, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.
Su Changqing stood over her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desire. He looked at her like she was a prey.
She glared up at him, her eyes burning with a mix of humiliation and fury. Her arms ached from the strain of her failed breakthrough. Her legs felt heavy and uncooperative. Her dantian still trembled with the residual energy that had backfired, leaving her drained and vulnerable.
"I'll kill you," she spat, her voice laced with unrestrained anger.
He said nothing back. His eyes traveled the length of her body — the soft curve of her breasts, the smooth line of her waist, the bare slit between her thighs.
He knelt and she flinched when his hand touched her knee, slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh.
"Master," he growled, voice thick with vile lust, "look at you, spread out like a fucking whore, begging to be ruined." His eyes devoured her, pinned to the cold stone floor, wrists bound tight in his grip, her legs forced wide as she thrashed against him.
"Get off me!" she spat, thrashing against his hold, her voice filled with anger.
But his fingers found her exposed pussy, smearing through her slick, swollen lips with a vile, possessive stroke. A shudder ripped through her, her hips jerking despite her struggle, her cunt already wet, betraying her with its heat.
"You piece of shit—" she growled, twisting her body, trying to kick free, but he shoved three fingers into her tight, dripping cunt, forcing her open with a brutal, wet thrust.
She gasped, her whole body tensing, trying to fight the way her cunt squeezed him, hungry and slick, like it was begging for more even as she screamed inside.
She yanked at her wrists, his grip burning her skin raw, her teeth biting her lip so hard blood spilled—a last shot to keep her head straight. Shame tore through her, worse than the dirty heat flooding her pussy, but her body didn't give a damn, dripping slick all over his fingers, her hips jerking even as she fought like hell to stay still.
He fucked her with his hand, merciless, knuckles slamming deep, curling into that aching, traitorous spot that made her thighs quake like a bitch in heat. Her nipples strained, hard and aching, her cunt soaking his hand, the obscene slurp of her arousal deafening in the silence. His eyes gleamed with sadistic triumph, watching her struggle crumble—rage and defiance fracturing into raw, humiliating need.
"You're fighting so hard," he taunted, voice a low, filthy rasp, "but your pussy's fucking begging for it. So wet, it's dripping down my wrist, you little slut."
Her face burned, shame and fury twisting into a gut-wrenching knot. She thrashed again, kicking at his legs, but he pinned her thighs wider, his weight crushing her resistance. The slick evidence of her arousal coated her thighs, a disgusting brand of her body's betrayal, and she hated herself for every pulse of her cunt.
He ripped his fingers out, and her pussy clenched around the sudden void, wrenching a pathetic whimper from her lips. She clamped her mouth shut, horrified, her body trembling with the effort to fight the aching need he left behind.
He stood, robe falling away with a mocking hiss, baring his cock—thick, veined, throbbing, the head slick with pre-cum like a fucking taunt. Her eyes flicked to it, unbidden, her pussy throbbing with a sick, primal hunger.
She thrashed under his grip, wrists burning as she fought to break free, but her pussy throbbed, craving the filthy violation she hated.
"This what you've been guarding?" he sneered, fisting his cock, stroking it slow to show off every inch that will ruin her. "This tight, sloppy pussy, screaming to get fucked raw?"
She shook her head, a choked sob escaping, her mind a cesspool of rage, betrayal, and a vile, gnawing desire she couldn't kill. "No—fuck you!" she gasped, but her voice broke, her body trembling as she fought the urge to arch toward him.
He stepped between her thighs, the fat tip of his cock smearing her slick, puffy folds, nudging her pulsing hole.
"Beg for it, you worthless cunt," he hissed, voice a cruel, filthy command. "Beg me to wreck that dripping pussy."
She thrashed harder, legs kicking, but her pussy clenched, dripping, betraying her with every pulse. Her lips trembled, pride and shame strangling her voice, but her hips twitched up, just a fraction—a humiliating, silent surrender.
He didn't wait. He slammed into her, one savage thrust, his thick cock splitting her tight pussy open, stretching her to the breaking point.
She screamed, his cock tearing into her pussy with a brutal, burning stretch, her body shaking as it gripped him tight, wet and hungry despite her struggle. She thrashed, trying to shove him out, but her pussy squeezed harder, soaking his dick.
Her first time—fucked raw by the man she'd raised and trusted. The betrayal burned like hell in her gut, but her hips pushed back, chasing his brutal thrusts, hungry for the nasty way he stuffed her pussy. She hated herself, her pussy dripping wet, the loud, sloppy sounds of her getting wrecked filling the air.
He fucked her like a beast, each thrust like a punishment, his cock slamming into her slick, greedy cunt, hitting spots that made her vision blur. Her moans were choked, desperate, spilling out as she fought to stay silent, her face flushed with the war between hatred and raw, animal need.
She kicked at him, her legs trembling, but he pinned her thighs wider, forcing her open.
He grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, his other hand bruising her hip.
"You're mine, you little slut," he growled, his thrusts relentless, his cock dragging against her pulsing walls. "Your pussy's made for this—fucking built for my cock."
A deep thrust hit that sweet, aching spot, and her body betrayed her completely, her back arching, a raw, broken cry ripping free.
Her pussy spasmed, gripping him tighter, her slick coating them both as she fought to stop the pleasure tearing through her.
"You love this, don't you?" he snarled, voice thick with possession. "Struggling like a bitch, but your cunt's milking me, begging for more."
She writhed, nails clawing at the floor, but the pleasure was like a tidal wave, dragging her under. Her thighs shook, her hips grinding against him despite her screams of protest, chasing the filthy ecstasy she hated to crave.
And then—it hit. A climax like an explosion, shattering her resistance. Her pussy clamped down, milking his cock as waves of pleasure ripped through her, her mouth falling open in a raw, guttural scream of defeat and ecstasy.
He groaned, thrusts turning feral, fucking her through her orgasm with brutal force. Then he came, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum into her pussy, flooding her defiled cunt.
He collapsed over her, their bodies entwined, her chest heaving and with her pussy still clenching around his softening cock.
She turned her face away, shame and betrayal burning through her.