The sun dipped low over the arena as disciples gathered in a wide circle of anticipation. The marble tiles of the sparring ring shimmered, still warm from the day's heat. Whispers spread like wildfire:
> "Did you hear?"
"Han Li's challenging Senior Sister Qiu Haitang..."
"He's dead."
"He's… smiling?"
Han Li stood at one end of the ring, relaxed, robes fluttering loosely around his waist. His chest was bare, toned and glowing faintly with post-dual energy. He rolled his neck, loosened his wrists, and grinned like a man who already knew he'd won.
At the other end stood Qiu Haitang—sharp, precise, and cold as ice. Her red silk training outfit clung to her curves, and her sword hummed at her side. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she stepped forward.
"Still time to walk away," she said.
Han Li's grin deepened. "Then I'd miss the sound of your moans when I make you blush."
She scoffed. "Pervert."
> [Lust Detection – 18%]
Heart rate elevated. Breathing shallow. Moisture beginning to build.
Weak point: Back of neck. Inner wrist. Lower abdomen.
Status: Guarded. Curious. Unstable.
The sect elder gave the signal.
"Begin."
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She came at him fast.
A blur of steel and grace, her blade slicing the air like a crimson ribbon. Han Li parried lazily, each movement measured but effortless. Their swords clashed in flurries of light, but it was the way he moved his body that caught her off guard.
His steps were fluid, hips turning just a little too deliberately. Every dodge brushed against her, every pivot was too close. Once, her breast grazed his chest. Another time, her thigh brushed his leg.
Each contact made her flinch—not from pain, but something worse:
Tension.
"Focus," she hissed.
"I am," he whispered back, leaning close. "I've been studying the way your hips twitch every time you parry. It's adorable."
> [Lust: 25%]
Nipple stiffness detected. She's losing her rhythm.
Her slash missed.
He seized the moment—not to strike—but to step in behind her and whisper directly against the back of her neck:
> "I bet your pussy's soaked under that outfit."
Her entire body jolted.
The crowd gasped as Qiu Haitang stumbled, sword clattering against Han Li's blocking blade. Her face flushed red, chest heaving.
"You—!" she shouted, spinning to strike.
He caught her wrist.
But instead of pushing her away—he gently stroked the inside of it with his thumb, then pressed two fingers into the exact point where his system told him she was most sensitive.
Her knees wobbled.
> [Arousal Spike – 40%]
Internal muscles fluttering. Pussy moistening. Breath erratic.
"I could make you cum right here," he murmured, loud enough only for her. "With just my fingers on your wrist."
"L-Let go," she stammered.
"Not until you blush for me."
She tried to glare, but her lips trembled. She yanked her arm away, taking several shaky steps back.
But it was too late.
Her cheeks were pink.
The sect was silent.
"Did… she just blush?" someone whispered.
"Has anyone ever seen Senior Sister blush?"
Qiu Haitang's eyes widened in horror. Her hand instinctively rose to her face—and that only made it worse. Her neck was red. Her ears were pink. Her breathing ragged.
She turned and stormed out of the ring, not saying a word.
The elder tried to intervene, but Han Li raised a hand.
"She concedes," he said calmly. "I win."
The crowd erupted.
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> 「Elite Duel Victory Achieved.」
❖ +300 EP Earned
❖ Public Blush Bonus: +200 EP
❖ Target: Qiu Haitang – Emotional Crack Detected (Shame, Arousal, Curiosity)
❖ New Passive: "Mark of Shame" – Target now reacts more strongly to whispered filth and casual contact.
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That night, Han Li sat in his room, Yanyue lovingly stroking his cock while curled against him, smiling like a pleased little kitten.
"She blushed," she whispered. "She actually blushed for you."
"She's next," Han Li said. "And now she knows it too."
"Will you… make her cry, when she cums?" Yanyue asked, cheeks red.
"I'll make her beg," he said, "then I'll hold her while she falls apart."
Yanyue moaned, softly jerking his cock faster under the sheets.