Daziel's heart pounded with fear. The strange Demon Sword glowed with a faint, eerie light.
He reached out, his fingertips just touching the cold hilt, and applied a bit of force.
"Ah!"
Yunli let out a wretched scream, tears instantly blurring her eyes, her voice filled with extreme pain and a pleading tone.
"It hurts… so much… Daziel… don't… don't pull…"
Daziel's motion froze, his brow furrowed with rage.
He could even feel a kind of resistance from deep within the sword, as if it were a living thing. For a moment, he was at a loss, caught in a dilemma.
"Let this lady give it a try!" March 7th's clear voice cut through the tense air, filled with an unquestionable confidence. Before Daziel could respond, she had already rushed forward, her slender hands decisively grabbing the cold end of the Demon Sword.
"March, what are you doing?!" Daziel exclaimed, trying to stop her, but it was too late.
"Ugh, ahh—!" Yunli cried out in pain again, her body arching violently, sweat instantly drenching her clothes, every inch of her skin trembling.
But the Demon Sword had indeed been moved!
A small section of the blade, coated in a strange, sticky fluid, was exposed to the air. The liquid emitted a faint, sweet, and fishy odor.
A flash of triumph appeared in March 7th's eyes, her small nose twitching.
"Alright! It's working!"
"Come—out—for—me!"
With a crisp pop, a bizarre sound that was exceptionally jarring in the dead-silent space, the "Fairy Wand"—no, the Demon Sword—was ruthlessly pulled out by her!
A column of hot, crystal-clear, yet demonically glowing transparent fluid spurted out with the blade, splashing onto the cold floor and instantly evaporating into a steamy mist.
"Ah—ah-ah-ahhh—!"
Yunli let out a heart-wrenching scream, her voice hoarse, as if her very soul were being torn apart. She shot up, then collapsed limply. Daziel, quick as lightning, caught her again. She was still burning hot.
March 7th raised the Demon Sword high, its body flowing with a bewitching, strange light, and cheered excitedly.
"Yay! I pulled it out…! See how amazing I am!" Her little face was red from the exertion, fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
However, the joy did not last long.
The smile on March 7th's face suddenly froze. Her eyes began to glaze over, her expression turning strange. An ominous flush rapidly spread across her pale cheeks, reaching the roots of her ears.
"March?" Daziel's heart clenched. He knew something was wrong.
March 7th's body trembled slightly. She slowly lowered her head, staring mesmerized at the radiant Demon Sword in her hand. That look was exactly like Yunli's before—fanatical and hollow, as if her entire soul was being sucked into it.
In the next instant, a shocking change occurred!
March 7th slowly raised the Demon Sword, turning the tip towards herself!
"NO!"
Daziel let out a furious roar. He lunged forward but was brutally pushed back by an invisible force, stumbling several steps before steadying himself. The force was identical to the one that had erupted from Yunli.
A strange smile appeared on March 7th's face, a smile that was both innocent and demonic. Every motion mirrored Yunli's, filled with an indescribable, eerie charm.
Shlick.
A soft, yet heart-stopping sound.
The Demon Sword had already pierced March 7th's body.
Lying in Daziel's arms, Yunli's breathing was shallow. She managed to open her eyes, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet tinged with a dawning comprehension.
"Daziel… that Demon Sword… it… it has not… been nourished for a long time… Its blade… its heart… are both starving…"
Daziel looked down at Yunli's pale face, now flushed with a strange heat.
"The one who draws the sword… to gain its recognition… must endure… the pain of the sword entering the body…" Yunli's voice was intermittent, trembling uncontrollably. "And… the ultimate… pleasure… until… the Demon Sword… completely acknowledges its master…"
"This process… for the one drawing the sword… is a great trial… and also a kind of… sacrifice… On my body… its demonic nature still remains… constantly… eroding my body…"
Hearing this, an idea sparked in Daziel's mind. He looked down at Yunli's lower abdomen, right where the Demon Sword had been. Wisps of strange, demonic energy were continuously seeping out, trying to reoccupy her body.
Daziel's jaw tightened, a flash of resolve in his eyes. He tried to keep his voice calm, but the tremor at the end was unmistakable. "Listen to me, Yunli—"
His voice was hoarse, filled with an undeniable determination.
"The only way… is to do that."
"You may not know, but my constitution is special. I can dispel all abnormal statuses. This Demon Sword's demonic nature… should be no problem either."
"Huh? Bro… what… what are you saying?" Yunli's dazed eyes suddenly widened, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She had never expected Daziel to say such a thing, nor for him to be so resolute.
Before she could even formulate a protest, Daziel was already gently laying her down on the cold floor, his movements carrying a tenderness he himself didn't seem to notice. The contrast between the hard, icy ground and her burning body was intense and shocking.
Then, his tall frame covered hers.
A muffled moan escaped Yunli's lips. Shame and shock, but also a strange, inexplicable anticipation, began to silently bloom in her heart. Daziel's actions were at first a little rough, filled with an unstoppable resolve. He lowered his head, capturing her sighs and moans, their feverish breaths mingling as the very air seemed to catch fire.
"Will… will this really work?" she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse, between his hungry kisses.
"Trust me." Daziel growled back, his voice a low, guttural thunder. He was not a man of many words, and now was the time for action.
His hands were firm yet careful as they pushed aside the fabric of her clothes, exposing her flushed, overheated skin. Every touch was like a burning ember, sending electric shocks through her body. The demonic energy inside her hissed, recoiling from his pure, overwhelming touch.
He kissed her neck, her collarbone, trailing down her feverish torso. His hands explored every curve, every inch of trembling skin. Yunli, the straightforward and headstrong swordswoman, felt utterly vulnerable, her body responding in ways her mind could barely comprehend. She arched toward him, primal desire overtaking the pain.
When Daziel's fingers found her wet, throbbing core, she cried out—a sound mixing pain, pleasure, and absolute surrender.
Sitting Yunli on her lap, Daziel lifted her slightly.
He didn't hesitate. Positioning himself, he pressed the tip of his hard, pulsating length against her entrance.
"Fuck… you're burning up." he gasped, sweat dripping down his forehead. The sensation was like trying to fuck a furnace.
"Daziel…" she moaned, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her.
Yunli screamed, her throat raw, her body arching violently. The pain was blinding, but beneath it, a wave of pleasure so intense it nearly made her pass out crashed over her. It was as if his cock were a golden key, unlocking something she hadn't even known existed. He filled her emptiness completely.
Daziel felt the demonic energy writhe and shriek inside her, like a demon being exorcised. Her body, her "special constitution," was at war with the demonic essence, and his damn cock was the frontline. Every inch he sank into her was a battle, pushing the corruption out.
He began to move, slowly at first, each deep, deliberate stroke. Yunli's cries gradually turned into rough, panting moans. The sharp pain was dissolving into waves of pure ecstasy. The demonic energy, as if burned by sacred fire, retreated step by step, letting out silent screeches.
"Ah… Daziel… deeper…" she begged, her consciousness slipping, replaced by pure instinct. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, demanding more.
Her skin, once dry and feverish, was now slick with sweat, making their bodies glide together. The sound of their skin slapping echoed in the silent space, a primal, obscene rhythm. Daziel picked up the pace, driving into her with relentless force. He could feel the malevolent energy gathering, preparing for one last desperate stand.
Yunli writhed beneath him, her eyes rolling back. "I… I'm gonna… ah, fuck… I'm gonna cum!"
"Then cum for me, Yunli," Daziel growled in her ear, delivering one final, powerful thrust that struck her cervix. "Expel all that shit."
It was like a dam breaking. Yunli shrieked, a high, drawn-out sound, as her body was rocked by an overwhelming orgasm. Waves of pure, intense pleasure surged through her, and with them, Daziel felt the last resistance of the demonic energy shatter.
He felt it dissipate like smoke, purged by her climax and his own essence. He thrust a few more times, filling her until the last drop of that corruption was expelled, before finally reaching his own peak, roaring as he spilled his release inside her.
The ordeal was over.
He collapsed on top of her, panting, sweat dripping from his chin onto her face. Yunli lay limp as a ragdoll, the unnatural flush on her face finally fading, replaced by a healthy hue.
Her eyes were glazed and empty, her body temperature returning to normal. Her breathing, though still weak, had stabilized, a little smile of pleasure and satisfaction was etched across his face.
Meanwhile, March 7th's condition had drastically worsened.
She was clutching the Demon Sword embedded in her body, convulsing violently, pained moans escaping her lips. The sinister flush on her face was terrifyingly deep, as if she were about to bleed. The sword in her body pulsed with an increasingly intense, ominous red light. It was clear she was on the verge of being completely overtaken.
Yunli managed to prop herself up, her voice weak but firm. "March… Hurry… Let me…"
She struggled to rise but was hit by a wave of dizziness. Daziel quickly steadied her, his brow furrowed. "How are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine… The demonic nature has been temporarily suppressed. I'm just a little drained." Yunli's gaze fell on the agonized March 7th, her eyes filled with anxiety. "We have to… pull out the Demon Sword now! Any longer, and Big Sis March won't last…"
She gritted her teeth, determination flashing in her eyes. Staggering to March 7th's side, Yunli saw that March's consciousness was already slipping, her eyes unfocused. She was only instinctively gripping the Demon Sword, preventing it from sinking deeper, fragmented sounds escaping her lips.
"Big Sis March, hold on!" Yunli shouted, then, with her remaining strength, she pulled.
That same spine-chilling sound rang out again—but deeper this time.
The Demon Sword was wrenched free once more, bringing with it a gush of murky liquid, this time shockingly cold, emitting a freezing mist.
"Yaaaaah—!"
March 7th let out a scream a hundred times sharper than Yunli's. Her entire body thrashed like a fish out of water, her eyes rolled back, and she went completely limp. The demonic red glow of the sword faded with her collapse.
Daziel, swift as lightning, caught March 7th as she fell.
The body in his arms was icy to the bone, a stark contrast to Yunli's earlier burning heat. Her teeth chattered, her voice barely audible, her breath a fleeting thread.
"So… cold…"
March 7th seemed on the brink of death. Daziel's heart sank. Saving her was a race against time. He looked down at the barely conscious girl in his arms, his voice rough with suppressed emotion.
"Same as before…"
Without another word, he gently laid March 7th down and began again.
An unknown amount of time passed before March 7th's violent trembling finally subsided. This time, the sensation was the complete opposite of saving Yunli. While Yunli's body had been scorching hot, March 7th's was freezing cold, as if it could freeze a person's soul. The moment he made contact, a wave of extreme coldness surged into Daziel's body, making him shiver involuntarily. The warm current from his body clashed violently with her coldness, a constant tug-of-war.
Now, the ice crystals on March 7th's eyelashes had melted, and her purplish lips had regained some color. Her breathing, though still faint, had become long and steady. Daziel carefully checked her forehead; the frightening cold was mostly gone, replaced by a normal human warmth.
He finally let out a silent sigh of relief, only to be hit by a wave of indescribable exhaustion. This direct method of "healing" extreme conditions, even with the near-infinite stamina provided by the Heliobus heart, took a heavy mental toll.
Daziel had just thought about sitting down to recover for a moment when a weak, tearful voice suddenly reached his ear.
"Daziel… I… I'm not doing well again…"
That voice… it was Yunli!
Daziel's neck stiffly turned. He saw Yunli, who had just barely returned to normal, now curled up on the ground not far away, her small body once again trembling uncontrollably.
Her pretty face, which had just faded from its abnormal flush, was once again covered in that deep, tide-like crimson, and it was even deeper this time, so vivid it looked like it would bleed at any moment.
The demonic power he had worked so hard to suppress had clearly not been eradicated, only temporarily dormant. Now that the Demon Sword was back in Yunli's hand, it had returned with a vengeance.
He couldn't believe his eyes or his ears.
What the hell is going on? One time wasn't enough, now we have to do it again? What kind of ridiculous cycle is this?!
Daziel's face went from pale to green, then to black, finally settling on a shade of iron-grey, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. His temples throbbed, his voice trembling.
"Don't tell me, one round isn't enough, we need another?"
He did have the Heliobus heart, meaning his physical stamina was theoretically endless, but the mental exhaustion was unavoidable. This kind of back-to-back "treatment" with no chance to breathe was challenging the absolute limits of both his physical and psychological endurance.
"For heaven's sake, can't you just let me rest for a bit?"
Daziel looked at Yunli, who had once again fallen into a dazed state, her body burning hot, and felt utterly helpless, on the verge of tears.
This damned thing is just too ridiculous!
I've encountered plenty of Heliobi, so why is every single one so damn tormenting?!
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