Su Xiaobai's hands moved almost instinctively, gripping her thighs tightly, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh.
In this helpless state, her body seemed to taunt him, an intoxicating sight that fed the growing darkness inside him.
Su Xiaobai's robes slid off with deliberate ease, his lips curling into a dark smile as his eyes drank in the sight of Lan Meiyu's helpless form.
His hardened dick pulsed with dark intent as he pressed it between her trembling thighs, his breath heavy with lust.
"W....ha... w....ha...t...?" Lan Meiyu gasped, her voice barely audible as her eyes shot wide open in horror.
She felt something thick, hard, and impossibly large push between her sweat-slicked thighs. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but it was futile—his iron grip and the overwhelming sensation made her body submit.
Her skin glistened with sweat, droplets forming on her forehead and neck, trailing down her clevage as her body shivered under his touch.
The once proud and untouchable Lan Meiyu, reduced to this, her breaths quickening, her body betraying her with each moment.
*Pakh! Pakh! Pakh!*
"A....a....ah... ah...hh!" She let out involuntary moans as Su Xiaobai's hips drove his length between her thighs with rhythmic, tight force.
Her thighs squeezed around him tightly, making the friction unbearable as the heat built between them.
The sweat on her body made her glisten like a jewel caught in the moonlight, her flushed face only adding to her allure.
Su Xiaobai's hands roamed over her body, his fingers digging into her slick skin, feeling the softness of her flesh.
The Path of the Sinner was unforgiving, and he had embraced it fully.
In his mind, the darkness of lust intertwined with power—his every action now a step deeper into corruption.
"Heh... how does it feel, Lan Meiyu?" he growled lowly, his breath hot on her ear, taunting her helplessness. "To be so mighty, yet so easily brought down to this...?"
"Mmm... nghh...!" Her body quivered, drenched in sweat, her legs twitching with every sharp thrust.
She could feel his hardness sliding between her legs, teasing her most intimate places, making her body react despite her will.
Her breath hitched, and though she fought it, soft moans slipped past her lips.
Her face flushed deeper, the shame unbearable as her skin tingled under the sensation, sweat glistening on her forehead, dripping down her chest and back.
The intensity of her own body's response filled her with disgust, but there was no escape from the curse of the temporal formation.
"Look at you..." Su Xiaobai whispered darkly, his hand reaching down to grip her damp hair, pulling her head back so he could see her face twisted in shame. "Sweating, moaning... maybe you're enjoying this more than you think?"
"N-n....o... no..." she gasped, her voice trembling. But her body twitched in response, betraying her again. His wicked words echoed in her mind, poisoning her thoughts as she trembled beneath him, her body quaking, her skin flushed with heat.
Minutes passed, each one laced with unbearable tension. Lan Meiyu's eyelids fluttered closed in humiliation, her mind desperately trying to shut out what was happening to her.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
Suddenly, a hot stream splattered across her face, her hair, and her bare back. The sticky warmth spread across her skin, and the thick, white liquid dripped down her cheeks and into her mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat as realization hit her—she had been utterly defiled.
Her face turned crimson, not only from rage but from the sheer humiliation that consumed her.
"Ahh...! You...!" Her voice was hoarse, weak, as her body shook with a mix of rage and disgust.
Sweat covered her skin, her breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath, her legs still twitching from the overwhelming sensation.
Su Xiaobai's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he watched her trembling form. He gripped her thighs tightly, pulling her hips back toward him, admiring the way her body glistened with sweat under his control.
The Path of the Sinner was intoxicating, and her helplessness was fueling his descent deeper into its twisted embrace.
"You'll never forget this, will you?" he sneered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "No one has ever touched you like this, and no one ever will again."
Lan Meiyu's teeth clenched, her teary eyes blazing with hatred. "I... will... kill... you..." she whispered, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her face a mixture of rage and shame.
No one had ever humiliated her like this, no one had dared to touch her sacred body—until now.
But Su Xiaobai only smiled as he ran his fingers down her sweat-drenched thighs, savoring every moment of her broken pride.
The Path of the Sinner had no mercy, and he had fully embraced its darkness.
[E/N: She is still virgin, he used her thighs only.]
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Fifteen minutes later, Su Xiaobai stumbled through the dimly lit tunnel, his freshly changed robes clinging to his sweat-dampened skin.
His mind buzzed with confusion and disarray.
"What the hell... happened to me?" he muttered, clutching his pounding head.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A strange, unsettling sensation coursed through his body, a gnawing sense of wrongness that made his skin crawl. Something was changing within him, and he couldn't shake the creeping dread.
In his sea of consciousness, what had once been a calm, serene expanse was now corrupted—a dark sea of lust had taken root, its tendrils spreading like twisted vines through his mind.
It pulsed with a strange vitality, alive with a dark, insatiable hunger.
He had never encountered anything like this before.
It was as if the act of succumbing to the Path of the Sinner had triggered something primal, something deep within him that he couldn't fully comprehend.
His spatial ring buzzed softly, a faint glow radiating from it. A surge of instinct told him it was connected to whatever was happening to him, but dread kept him from investigating further.
His hand twitched, tempted to take it out, but his gaze snapped forward—just in time to see the one person he had been desperately trying to avoid.
'Not now...'
His heart lurched, a cold sweat breaking across his forehead. A wave of guilt washed over him, his stomach twisting in knots.
The memory of what he had just done replayed in his mind, each moment more vivid than the last. But then, something strange happened—a wave of eerie calmness settled over him, washing away the guilt like a fading ripple in a pond.
He didn't know how or why, but his ability to lie, to mask his emotions, had become disturbingly sharp.
It was as if a dark veil had fallen over his conscience, allowing him to bury his guilt beneath layers of deception.
His mind whispered wicked thoughts, darker than before, telling him he could deceive the very ruler of the heavens, lure his concubine into candle and wax games, and no one would ever know.
A twisted smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, though he felt nothing. His emotions were buried so deep beneath his new-found mask that even he couldn't reach them.
He could sense the darkness of the Path of the Sinner strengthening within him, feeding off his guilt, twisting it into a weapon of manipulation.
With each step forward, Su Xiaobai's calm façade solidified. His heart, once weighed down by guilt, now beat steadily, and his breathing became even.
No one would be able to tell what lay beneath the surface.
Not even him.