The moon hung low over the Heavenly Sword Sect, casting silver light across the inner disciple courtyards. Ye Wei moved like a shadow, no longer the hunched, fearful boy who once scurried through these paths. Power thrummed in his meridians—Qi Refining 6 now, a leap that should have taken months of bitter cultivation. Instead, it came from one brutal fuck in a dark alley and the system's cold rewards.
The blue panel flickered in his vision as he approached Ling Xue'er's pavilion.
[Pleasure Domination (Lv.1) – Active use available. Target sensitivity increased by 200% for 30 minutes. Cooldown: 1 hour.]
[Conquest Points: 300]
[Mission Progress: Deepen Submission – 40%. Public begging required to complete.]
[Bonus Objective: Force oral submission tonight. Reward multiplier x1.5 if target swallows voluntarily.]
He pushed open the carved wooden door without knocking. It swung silently on oiled hinges.
The interior was lavish—silk cushions, low tables of polished jade, incense burners releasing curls of sandalwood smoke. A single lantern glowed on the far wall, bathing the room in warm amber.
Ling Xue'er knelt in the center of the floor mat.
She had not changed.
The torn sect robes hung in rags from her shoulders, barely clinging to her sweat-slick skin. Her enormous breasts rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths, nipples still erect and reddened from earlier abuse. Long black hair—usually bound in an impeccable swordswoman's style—cascaded in wild strands across her back and breasts. Between her spread thighs, the mat was stained dark with a mixture of her arousal and the cum he'd left leaking from her cunt hours ago.
She didn't look up immediately.
Her hands rested on her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as though trying to anchor herself against the fire still burning inside her.
Only when Ye Wei's boots stopped two paces away did she lift her head.
Ice-blue eyes met his—cloudy, dilated, rimmed with unshed tears. The arrogance that once defined her was fractured, replaced by something raw: shame, fury, and an undeniable, humiliating hunger.
"You… came back," she whispered. Her voice cracked on the last word.
Ye Wei said nothing at first. He simply unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding through loops with deliberate slowness. The sound seemed deafening in the quiet room.
Her gaze dropped to his crotch. When his cock sprang free—thick, veined, already half-hard from the walk here—she swallowed visibly.
"Stand," he ordered.
She rose on trembling legs, robes slipping further until they pooled at her feet. Naked now, body glistening under the lantern light, she stood like a statue carved for sin: wasp-waist, flared hips, thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to hide how wet she still was.
Ye Wei circled her once, slowly.
"You tried to run earlier," he said. "Tried to wash me off in the pond behind your pavilion. I could smell it on you from fifty paces—the scent of my cum still inside you."
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
"I… couldn't sleep," she admitted, voice barely audible. "Every time I closed my eyes, I felt you… stretching me… filling me…"
He stopped behind her, pressed his body to hers. His cock nestled hot against the cleft of her ass.
"And you touched yourself thinking about it," he finished for her.
She shuddered. "Yes."
"Pathetic."
He reached around, cupped one heavy breast, thumb flicking the nipple until she gasped.
"On your knees."
She dropped instantly—knees hitting the mat with a soft thud.
Ye Wei stepped in front of her, fisting his cock at the base.
"Open."
Her lips parted.
He fed himself in slowly this time—letting her feel every inch as he slid over her tongue, past her soft palate, straight to the back of her throat.
She gagged immediately, throat convulsing.
Tears sprang to her eyes.
He held her head with both hands now, fingers tangled in her hair.
"Breathe through your nose," he instructed, voice calm, almost gentle. "You're going to take all of it, Xue'er. Every inch. And you're going to thank me when I cum down your throat."
She whimpered around his shaft—vibrations that made him groan.
He began to thrust—long, deliberate strokes that forced her to take him deeper each time. Her throat bulged visibly with each push. Drool poured from her lips, dripping in thick strands onto her breasts, then to the mat below.
Gluck… gluck… gluck…
The wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Her hands came up instinctively—pushing at his thighs.
He slapped them away.
"No hands. Hands behind your back."
She obeyed, wrists crossing at the small of her back, thrusting her chest forward. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples grazing his thighs.
Ye Wei picked up speed.
Short, brutal jabs now—fucking her face like a toy.
Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, mixing with drool and running mascara.
Yet her hips rolled subtly, grinding against nothing. Slick sounds came from between her thighs—she was dripping onto the mat again.
He pulled out suddenly—cock glistening with her saliva.
"Beg for it back."
Her lips trembled. Voice wrecked: "Please… Master… put it back in my throat…"
He slapped her cheek lightly—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to sting.
"Louder."
"Please, Master!" she cried, louder this time. "Fuck my throat… use me… I need your cock…"
Ye Wei shoved back in, burying himself to the hilt.
Her nose pressed against his pelvis. She gagged violently, throat spasming around him.
He held there—ten seconds, fifteen—until her face turned red, tears pouring.
Then he pulled back, let her gasp one desperate breath, and slammed in again.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Finger that slut cunt while I use your face."
Her right hand flew between her legs—three fingers plunging deep, pumping frantically. Her left stayed behind her back.
She moaned around his cock—high, broken sounds.
Ye Wei felt her throat flutter rhythmically.
She was close.
He fucked her faster—short, punishing strokes.
"Look at me."
Her eyes lifted—red-rimmed, mascara-streaked, pupils blown with lust.
"Cum," he ordered. "Cum while I choke you with my cock."
Her body seized.
A muffled scream vibrated around his shaft as she orgasmed—pussy clenching around her own fingers, squirting in small arcs onto the mat.
Ye Wei groaned.
He pulled out just enough to let the head rest on her tongue.
"Open wide. Catch every drop."
She obeyed—mouth gaping, tongue extended.
He came hard—thick, hot ropes painting her tongue, her lips, the back of her throat.
She swallowed greedily, throat working, not spilling a single drop.
When the last pulse faded, he pulled out slowly.
A thin string of cum and saliva connected them for a moment before breaking.
Ling Xue'er coughed once, then swallowed again—eyes locked on his the entire time.
Ye Wei crouched, cupped her tear-streaked face.
"Good girl," he murmured, thumb tracing her swollen lower lip. "You drank it all like you were born for it."
She shuddered—another small aftershock rippling through her.
The system chimed triumphantly.
[Oral Submission complete!]
[Obedience +22% → 52%]
[Lust Meter → 99%]
[Mission Progress: 75%. Public begging still required.]
[Bonus Reward: Temporary Mark applied – Target will feel intense phantom pleasure whenever she hears your name for next 48 hours.]
[New Skill Unlocked: Oral Mastery (Lv.1) – +50% pleasure dealt during oral acts.]
Ye Wei stood.
Ling Xue'er remained on her knees, chest heaving, cum and drool glistening on her chin and breasts.
"Tomorrow morning," he said, voice low and final, "during open sword practice in the central arena. You will walk to the center. You will drop to your knees in front of me. And you will beg—for the entire sect to hear—that you need my cock again."
Her eyes widened in pure horror.
Then—slowly—her thighs clenched together as fresh arousal leaked down her leg.
"Y-yes… Master."
He turned to leave.
At the door, he paused.
"If you cum even once before I allow it tomorrow… I'll drag you to the arena myself, bend you over the dueling platform, and fuck you raw while every disciple watches their genius become my personal cumdump."
Ling Xue'er whimpered—fingers twitching t
oward her clit before she forced them away.
Ye Wei smiled—cold, victorious.
Then he stepped into the night.
The ice queen was cracking.
And tomorrow, she would shatter in front of everyone.