The sword hall echoed with sharp clashes, the metallic ring of steel-on-steel bouncing off jade tiles. Dozens of disciples watched in awe as Qiu Haitang, the cold jewel of the sect, danced through her opponents with fluid precision.
Her crimson robes fluttered with each movement, revealing the soft curves hidden beneath: firm thighs hugged by tight leggings, a slender waist, and the swell of D-cup breasts barely restrained by her tightly wrapped silk top. Every slash of her blade was poetry.
And every man in the hall feared her.
Not because she was the strongest—
But because she was a man-hating bitch with a sword sharper than her tongue.
"Next," she snapped, flicking blood from her blade.
No one moved.
Then—
"I'll go," came a calm voice from the back.
All heads turned.
Han Li stepped forward, robes parted loosely, his bare chest faintly glowing with post-dual aura. His gaze was calm—but his smirk was pure sin.
Qiu Haitang narrowed her crimson eyes.
"You?" she scoffed. "Didn't you fail three assessments last season?"
"I got better," he said smoothly, climbing into the ring. "Especially with my hands."
There was a murmur. Haitang's brow twitched.
"Draw your sword," she ordered.
"I didn't come to fight," he said. "I came to challenge your body."
Gasps erupted.
Her blade was at his throat in a flash. "Say that again, and I'll sever your tongue."
But Han Li didn't flinch. He leaned in, so close her tits nearly brushed his chest. His voice dropped to a whisper:
> "You look strong… but I wonder—how long can that sword stay steady when I'm eating you out in front of your fans?"
Her face turned scarlet.
> [Lust Detection – 14%]
Shocked. Angry. Clit twitched slightly. Breathing changed.
Status: Offended. Intrigued. Wet for the first time in 12 months.
"You filthy—!" she snapped, stepping back, blade trembling slightly.
Han Li smirked. "Let's make a deal. You beat me—you can castrate me. I win... and you let me train with you. Privately. Daily."
"You want to touch me?" she growled.
"No," he said. "I want to break you."
Silence.
Then—
"Fine," she spat. "One duel. Tomorrow at sunset. Don't show up, and I'll cut your dick off anyway."
She turned, storming off—robes clinging tightly to her ass as her hips swayed with restrained fury.
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> 「Quest Progress: 15%」
❖ Challenge Issued. Target's arousal awakened. Rivalry trigger activated.
❖ Optional Bonus Unlocked: 'Sword Duel Seduction' – Humiliate her in a public spar + make her blush mid-fight.
「Warning: Target has not masturbated in over a year. First orgasm may induce crying and mind break. Proceed with care. 💦」
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Later that night, Lin Yanyue—naked and curled at Han Li's feet—pouted as she traced her fingers along his cock.
"You're going after her next?"
Han Li leaned back against the headboard, letting her stroke lazily.
"She's a virgin," he murmured. "A proud one. You know how fun those are."
Yanyue's pussy twitched just thinking about it.
"You'll break her too, won't you?" she asked, voice husky.
"I'll make her beg," he promised, "and when she cums for the first time, she'll forget she ever held a sword."
Yanyue moaned softly, licking the tip of his cock.
"You're evil," she whispered.
Han Li smiled.
"Evil gets results."