The days after seeing Xuan Ling blurred into a haze of calculation and caution. I kept my routine tight—errands for Huo Yan, subtle thefts of minor resources from the supply depot, low-key training in hidden corners of the outer sect. Luo Mei was my anchor, slipping into my room most nights like a secret habit. But something had shifted since the boy. The prophecy felt closer, heavier, like a storm cloud on the horizon. I needed her more than just loyal. I needed her broken to my will—corrupted deep enough that she'd follow me into the abyss without a second thought.
I started small. Mind games first. Always the mind before the body.
That evening, she arrived earlier than usual, just after dusk. The door clicked shut, and she shed her robe with familiar ease, sliding onto the mat beside me. Her body pressed close—warm, yielding, fingers tracing the new red veins on my arm from the demonic qi buildup.
"You look tense," she said softly, kissing my shoulder. "The boy?"
I let my hand drift to her thigh, stroking absentmindedly. "He's a complication. Innocent now, but that heavenly qi... it'll turn him against me one day. Against us."
She nestled closer. "We can protect him. Mold him."
I turned my head, met her eyes. "Or eliminate him."
She froze. Just for a second. Then laughed nervously. "You don't mean that."
I didn't smile. Kept my voice even, low. "Don't I? Prophecies don't bend. They break people. If he becomes the hero they say, he'll come for my head. And yours, if you're by my side."
Her fingers tightened on my arm. "But he's your son."
"Blood means nothing in this world." I rolled over, pinning her gently beneath me. Kissed her neck slow, teasing. "Loyalty does. Power does. You understand that, don't you, Mei?"
She nodded hesitantly, breath quickening as my hand slid between her legs. Already wet. Always so responsive.
"Good girl," I murmured against her skin. "Show me how loyal you are."
We fucked slow that night—me on top, controlling the pace, drawing it out until she was whimpering, begging for release. When she came, I held back, watching her shatter. Then pulled out, left her panting.
"Not yet," I said, voice rough. "Not until you tell me you'd choose me over him. Over anyone."
Her eyes glistened—pleasure and confusion mixed. "I... I would. I do."
I entered her again—hard, sudden. Made her cry out.
"Liar," I whispered in her ear, thrusting deep. "Prove it."
She did. Clinging, moaning my name like a mantra, body arching to meet every stroke. When I finally spilled inside her, qi surging hot and possessive, the system noted the shift.
[Corruption Progress: 22% → 31% – Minor doubt implanted]
It was just the beginning.
Over the next few nights, I wove the games tighter.
One evening, I had her kneel before me—naked, hands bound loosely with a strip of her own robe. Not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind her of control.
"Tell me your secrets," I said, fingers in her hair, guiding her head down.
She took me in her mouth—eager at first, tongue swirling, lips soft and warm. But I pulled back when she got too comfortable.
"Not yet," I murmured. "First, confess. What would you do if an elder offered you a way out? Better cultivation, no more trash life... but you had to betray me?"
She looked up, eyes wide, mouth glistening. "I'd refuse."
I pushed deeper, thrusting slowly into her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn't pull away.
"Liar again," I growled. "Everyone has a price. What's yours?"
Tears pricked her eyes—from the depth or the words, I couldn't tell. But she sucked harder, hands straining against the binds, until I came down her throat with a low groan.
Qi flowed—yin essence flooding my meridians, demonic taint seeping back into hers.
[Yin Drain Lv.2 → Lv.3 – Siphon efficiency +7%]
After, I untied her, held her close. Whispered apologies mixed with praise. "You're stronger than you think, Mei. But I need to know you'll never break. Not for anyone but me."
She curled into my chest, trembling. "I won't. I swear."
But the seed was planted. Doubt in herself. Dependence on me.
Two nights later, I escalated.
I blindfolded her with black silk—soft, but total darkness. Led her to the mat on her knees, hands tied behind her back.
"Trust me," I said.
She nodded, breath shallow.
I teased her for what felt like hours—fingers, tongue, light slaps on her thighs and ass until her skin flushed pink. Brought her to the edge over and over, but never let her tip over.
"Why?" she whimpered finally, hips grinding against nothing. "Please, Mo..."
"Because you need to learn," I whispered, breath hot on her ear. "Pleasure is mine to give. Power is mine to share. Without me, you're back to trash. Mines. Forgotten."
Tears soaked the blindfold. "I know. I need you. Only you."
I flipped her onto her stomach, ass up, entered her from behind—slow at first, then brutal. Each thrust punctuated with words.
"Say it." Thrust. "You're mine." Thrust. "Body." Thrust. "Soul." Thrust. "Forever."
She sobbed the words back, body clenching around me as qi raged between us—her pure yin warping under my demonic yang, twisting into something darker.
She came screaming—body shaking, walls milking me desperately. I followed, flooding her deep, marking her inside out.
The breakthrough was violent.
[Cultivation: Qi Gathering Stage 7 (Early) → Stage 8 (Mid)]
[Luo Mei: Stage 4 (Mid) → Stage 5 (Early)]
**[Corruption Progress: 31% → 48% – Psychological dependency increased]
[New Skill: Demonic Whisper (Lv.1) – +15% effectiveness in mental manipulation during dual cultivation]
I removed the blindfold after, wiped her tears, held her until the shakes stopped.
"You did so well," I murmured, stroking her hair. "So strong for me."
She clung tighter than ever, whispering, "Don't leave me. Ever."
"I won't," I lied softly. "As long as you stay mine."
By the end of the week, the games had her hooked.
She came to me one night with fire in her eyes—not submission, but something sharper.
"I did something today," she said, pushing me against the wall, hands fumbling with my robe.
"Oh?" I let her take control—for now.
"A girl in laundry—Li Wei. She was talking shit about you. Called you 'upstart trash climbing on Huo Yan's coattails.'"
I raised an eyebrow as she dropped to her knees, took me in her mouth—aggressive, deep, eyes locked on mine.
"And?" I asked, voice steady despite the heat.
She pulled back just long enough to speak. "I slipped nightshade into her tea. She'll be sick for days. Miss her evaluation slot."
I groaned, hand fisting in her hair. "Good girl."
She sucked harder, bringing me to the edge fast. Then stopped. Stood. Pushed me onto the mat.
"Ride you?" she asked, straddling me, guiding me inside her slick heat.
I nodded, hands on her hips as she bounced—hard, fast, breasts jiggling with each drop.
Qi swirled wild—her yin now laced with faint demonic threads, pulling more from me, giving more back.
"Tell me I'm yours," she gasped, nails raking my chest.
"Mine," I growled. "All mine."
She came clenching hard, pulling my release with her.
Another surge.
[Corruption Progress: 48% → 62% – Active villainous initiative detected]
After, she lay sprawled on me, breathing ragged.
"I liked it," she whispered. "Hurting her. For you."
I smiled into her hair.
The corruption was taking root.
Deeper sessions followed.
One night, I introduced a low-grade artifact—a crimson jade ring that amplified qi during intimacy. Slipped it on her finger mid-kiss.
"Feel that?" I asked as we moved together—me behind her, one hand on her throat, the other between her legs.
She moaned. "Hot... burning..."
The ring pulled her yin harder, fed it to me in pulses. She came three times before I did—each one louder, more desperate, body quivering like a bowstring.
By the fourth, she was babbling—promises of loyalty, secrets from other disciples, offers to steal for me.
I rewarded her with a final, deep thrust.
[Cultivation: Qi Gathering Stage 8 (Mid) → Stage 9 (Early)]
[Luo Mei: Stage 5 (Early) → Stage 5 (Peak)]
[Corruption Progress: 62% → 79% – Artifact dependency unlocked]
She wore the ring constantly after that. A subtle chain.
The mind games peaked the night before the purge trials.
I had her bound fully—wrists to the bed frame, legs spread. Teased her with ice qi I'd learned from a stolen manual—cold fingers on hot skin, making her writhe.
"Who owns you?" I asked, sliding inside inch by torturous inch.
"You," she gasped.
"And if I asked you to kill for me? Betray the sect? Turn on the boy?"
She hesitated—just a fraction.
I stopped moving. Pulled out almost entirely.
"No... please..."
"Say it."
"I'd kill," she sobbed. "For you. Anything."
I slammed back in—relentless, pounding until she shattered, demonic qi flooding her system.
Her climax triggered mine—qi exploding in crimson waves.
[Cultivation: Qi Gathering Stage 9 (Early) → Stage 9 (Peak)]
[Luo Mei: Stage 5 (Peak) → Stage 6 (Mid)]
[Corruption Progress: 79% → 92% – Full mental alignment imminent]
I untied her, held her as she cried—release, relief, devotion.
"You're perfect," I whispered. "My perfect shadow."
She kissed my chest. "Forever."
The corruption was nearly complete.
She'd kill for me now.
And soon, she'd die for me if needed.
The purge would test that.