Moonlight bled through the bamboo leaves, casting silver shadows across the secluded sword grove.
Han Li moved in silence.
The system had tracked her aura—hot and unstable—and led him straight to this quiet training field, hidden far beyond the inner sect's reach.
There she was.
Qiu Haitang, standing beneath a tree, drenched in sweat. Her training robes clung to her skin, wet and translucent. Her chest rose and fell, deep breaths barely keeping her together. Her blade trembled in her grip.
She hadn't noticed him yet.
But the system had already noticed her:
> [Target: Qiu Haitang]
Arousal: 64% — Repeated clenching. Heavy panting. Thighs rubbing. Pussy soaked. Denial causing emotional instability.
Mood: Humiliated. Confused. Horny. Angry at herself.
> 「Alert: She hasn't cum since the duel. Her body's demanding release. Ideal time to break her.」
Han Li stepped forward casually, letting a branch crack beneath his boot.
She flinched. Spun. Sword raised.
Her eyes widened when she saw him. "Y-You?!"
"Still flustered?" he asked with a smirk.
She scowled. "This place is private."
"So is your shame," he said, gaze dropping to her soaked thighs. "But I can see it anyway."
She looked down—and froze.
Her pants were sticking to her dripping pussy, the fabric clinging between her legs like a second skin. The outline of her labia was fully visible.
She slapped a hand down, covering herself.
"I-I don't know what's happening to me," she said. "Ever since that fight… I keep feeling… tight…"
Han Li walked closer.
"You're aroused," he said gently. "You're finally feeling what your body's been denying your whole life."
"I don't want this," she whispered. "I hate this."
"But your pussy doesn't," he murmured, stepping so close their chests almost touched.
She gasped.
Han Li reached out—not with lust, but precision.
Two fingers brushed her inner wrist.
She trembled.
Another hand slid behind her head, fingers grazing the back of her sensitive neck.
She moaned. Soft. Unwilling.
> [Arousal: 76% – Clit swollen. Inner walls contracting. Orgasm preloaded.]
"Stop… d-don't…"
"You don't want me to stop," he said. "You want to cum."
Her eyes were glossy. She shook her head, but her body pressed against him.
"You want to feel my fingers inside you, stroking your tight little pussy," he whispered directly against her ear, "while I whisper how much you love being broken."
"Sh-shut up…"
"You're so wet I can hear it."
She whimpered.
Then—
He touched her.
Fingers slid between her legs—right over the soaked fabric. The moment he pressed against her clit—
"AAAHH—!"
She arched her back, hips jerking forward, face burning as her pussy clenched under the pressure.
> [Orgasm Threshold Passed – Orgasm Imminent]
"Beg me," he said. "Beg to cum."
She was trembling. Mouth open. About to scream.
But she bit her lip.
"I… I won't…"
Wrong answer.
He pulled his fingers away.
She screamed in frustration.
"NO—!"
Her legs buckled. She collapsed onto her knees, both hands pressed between her legs, trying to grind for relief.
"Please… please just one touch…"
"No."
"Why…?" she sobbed.
"Because you don't cum until I say."
Her entire body shuddered.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as her arousal hit its peak and sat there—pulsing, throbbing, denied.
"W-Why are you doing this to me…?"
Han Li knelt beside her. Whispered into her ear.
> "Because I'm the only one who can make you feel this way."
"And when I finally let you cum, you'll never want to hold a sword again."
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> 「Denial Protocol Initiated: Qiu Haitang will experience progressive mind break unless satisfied by you.」
❖ +400 EP (First Orgasm Denial + Crying Bonus)
❖ Trait Unlocked: 'Edge Cracked' – She now fantasizes about your cock during meditation.
❖ Mood: Confused. Horny. Hateful. Addicted.
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That night, Han Li returned to his quarters with Yanyue on her knees, stroking his cock lovingly as he recounted what happened.
"She cried?" Yanyue moaned, stroking faster. "I want to see it…"
"You'll get to," he said, groaning softly. "She'll break soon."
"Can I hold her legs open while you fuck her?" Yanyue whispered.
Han Li's cock twitched in her grip.
"…Maybe I'll let you sit on her face while she cries."
Yanyue squealed.