The waterfall thundered in the distance, echoing through the forest like the heartbeat of the sect. Mist curled around polished stones, and the smooth training grounds glistened beneath the morning sun.
Han Li stood behind a tree, half-hidden, his fingers folded behind his back—but his eyes burned with focus.
His target was just ahead.
Lin Yanyue.
Her slender frame was bent low in a sword stance, her round ass pushed back, swaying slightly as she shifted her weight. Her short training robe clung to her hips, leaving her smooth thighs exposed as she flowed through her forms.
She wasn't aware of the man watching her.
> [Lust Detection – Active]
➤ Target: Lin Yanyue
➤ Arousal: 17% – Starting to sweat. Sensitive. A little turned on from her own body movements.
➤ Weak Spot: Inner thighs, ears, lower back.
➤ Mood: Distracted. Easily flustered by compliments.
Han Li smirked.
The system whispered sweet, lewd insight directly into his brain. Her vulnerabilities. Her turn-ons. Her body was no longer a mystery—it was a locked door, and he held the key.
He stepped forward, letting his presence be known with the soft crunch of a leaf.
She froze.
Then turned—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise.
"Senior Brother Han?" she blinked, brushing a few strands of sweat-slicked hair from her cheek. "W-What are you doing here? This is a private training spot…"
"I was just walking through," he lied, voice smooth and calm. "Didn't mean to disturb."
Her eyes flicked to his bare arms, then to the slight bulge in his robes. Just a glance—but he caught it.
"I didn't know you trained so early," he added, taking another step closer. "But… I'm glad I saw you."
That made her blink. "O-Oh?"
His gaze slid down her body, deliberately slow. From her flushed cheeks to the tight valley of her breasts barely concealed by her half-loose robe, to her firm, sweat-glistening thighs.
"Your sword form," he said. "It's impressive. But I have to admit—your stance was… distracting."
Her lips parted slightly. She tried to look offended, but the heat blooming in her cheeks betrayed her.
> Arousal: 24%
Heart rate rising. Body temperature increasing.
"Y-You're such a flirt, Senior Brother." She looked away, adjusting her robe, but her fingers hesitated near her sash. She didn't tie it tighter.
She just let it hang.
Han Li stepped closer.
He could smell her now—a faint, sweet scent of sweat and lotus oil, tinged with something deeper. Her body's heat clung to the air between them.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you move?" he murmured.
"I—I'm just training," she stammered, eyes flicking up to his.
"You're sweating," he said, lifting a hand. "May I?"
She nodded nervously.
He reached out and wiped a bead of sweat from her cheek, thumb grazing her skin.
Her breath hitched.
He didn't pull away.
"Your skin is soft," he whispered. "Are you always this warm?"
She bit her lower lip.
> Arousal: 37%
Pussy heat building. Thighs tightening.
Han Li's hand lingered at her cheek, then slowly slid downward—grazing her neck, her collarbone… until he let his thumb rest just above the swell of her breast.
She didn't stop him.
But she trembled.
"Yanyue…" he said softly. "Do you feel it?"
"Feel... what?" she asked, voice breathy.
He stepped closer—so close her tits brushed his chest, barely held in place by that slipping robe.
"This heat," he murmured into her ear. "Between us."
> Arousal: 52%
Nipples hard. Inner thighs moist. Body begging for touch.
She gasped softly, the sound barely audible over the waterfall behind them.
"I don't know what you mean…" she whispered, though her legs squeezed together, instinctively trying to control the ache growing between them.
Han Li leaned down, his mouth near her ear, his breath warm.
"Your heart's racing. Your breath's quick. Your lips are parted. You're shaking."
He paused.
"You want me to touch you, don't you?"
Her whole body stiffened.
"W-What kind of nonsense—"
Han Li caught her wrist gently and pulled her hand forward—placing it directly on the bulge in his robes.
She gasped.
It twitched under her palm—hard, thick, alive.
Her fingers curled without thinking.
> Arousal: 68% – Pussy soaking. Clit pulsing. Mind clouded.
"You're… hard," she whispered, staring up at him, lips trembling.
"You made me this way," he said, guiding her hand to squeeze. "Watching your hips sway. Watching that pretty ass bounce."
Her eyes widened.
"W-We shouldn't… this is wrong…"
"Wrong?" he echoed. "Then why is your hand still there?"
She didn't move. Her eyes were locked on his, face flushed a deep, rosy red.
Her thighs pressed tighter together. The heat between them practically steamed the air.
> [Alert: Lin Yanyue is approaching orgasm threshold through stimulation and psychological teasing. Proceed to induce climax through physical contact.]
Han Li moved behind her.
"You're tense," he said softly, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Let me help."
He slowly, carefully pressed his thumbs down her back—massaging her spine, pressing through the soaked fabric of her robe. Her muscles twitched.
Then he let his hands drift lower.
Past her waist.
To the tops of her thighs.
Her breath caught in her throat.
> Arousal: 83% – Pussy trembling. Juices beginning to drip.
"Han Li…" she whispered. "If you… keep touching me, I might…"
"I know," he said gently, pressing his lips just behind her ear.
She let out a small, desperate moan.
Her knees buckled slightly.
"I… I don't want to cum in the forest," she whimpered, hips trembling. "Not here… not like this…"
> Arousal: 91% — Orgasm imminent.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his body—his cock pressing firmly into her ass through both their robes.
"I'll make you cum wherever I want, Yanyue," he growled into her ear. "Even if I have to make you scream for it."
Her breath hitched.
And she whispered—barely audible—
"…Then make me."