Looking at Han Xinyue’s cold smile, Sun Zhe suddenly had a premonition of disaster.
Before he could react, he felt the True Qi within him rapidly draining away. Deep inside Han Xinyue’s body, it was as if there was a giant, abyssal maw, not only ensnaring him tightly but also greedily devouring his True Qi.
However, Sun Zhe didn’t panic. He had an abundance of True Qi, and Han Xinyue wouldn’t be able to absorb it all so quickly.
He steadied his nerves, ignored Han Xinyue, and secretly activated the Jiewu Palace’s Secret Technique. "I didn’t expect this was what you were planning," he said.
Han Xinyue suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck as if afraid he would pull away. "You just ravaged me until I was half-dead," she sneered. "Shouldn’t I get some kind of reward?"
Sun Zhe simply smiled, saying nothing as he gave a gentle thrust of his hips. In the next moment, Han Xinyue’s delicate brows knitted together.
Sun Zhe looked at her with a smirk. "Clenching me so tightly... you really don’t want me to pull out, do you?" he teased. "Since that’s the case, I’ll give you what you want."
With that, he thrust forward again.
"Don’t!"
"Don’t go any deeper..."
Han Xinyue panicked, gasping, her expression showing she couldn’t take any more. She could feel his massive length pushing past her core and deep into her womb. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was intensely overwhelming, as if all the strength was being drained from her body.
At this point, she could no longer focus on activating the Secret Technique to absorb Sun Zhe’s True Qi.
Sun Zhe ignored her. He withdrew slowly until he was almost out, then suddenly slammed all the way back in.
"AH—!"
Han Xinyue’s eyes rolled back in her head as the powerful impact forced a long, drawn-out cry from her lips.
"You’re all the way in... You’re inside! Sun Zhe, stop it!"
Sun Zhe’s eyes turned fierce. "Still trying to absorb my True Qi? Go on, I’ll let you absorb your fill!" he snarled. "You fucking think you’re the only one who knows how to absorb energy?"
To her astonishment, Han Xinyue’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. She discovered that Sun Zhe was also absorbing her True Qi, and at a shockingly fast rate!
"You... you know the Absorption Secret Technique too?"
Sun Zhe ignored her question, continuing to absorb her True Qi while maintaining his deep, punishing rhythm.
After only a few moments, Han Xinyue was unable to maintain her Secret Technique. She collapsed onto the bed, her head tossing back and forth as she desperately pleaded for Sun Zhe to stop.
"Sun Zhe... I was wrong..."
"Please, just stop, okay?"
"You’re so deep inside... Are you trying to kill me with this?"
Sun Zhe, however, ignored her completely. He reached out, pushed two fingers into her mouth, and toyed with her tongue, pinching it between them.
"Weren’t you just telling me to drop dead?"
"I... I was just joking! Please, stop absorbing my energy..."
Sun Zhe’s gaze turned colder, and he suddenly accelerated his pace.
"Ahhn... Daddy, please, stop thrusting..." she begged. "Your good girl knows she was wrong... Daddy, please stop!"
"Ah, Daddy... I’m going to come again!"
...
「Half an hour later.」
Sun Zhe abruptly pulled out. Tearing a strip from her ruined nightgown, he wiped himself clean before getting out of bed to dress.
Gazing at Han Xinyue, who lay convulsing on the bed with her eyes rolled back as if she were utterly broken, Sun Zhe’s lips curled into a smirk. "Overall, that felt pretty good. You’re truly worthy of your Nine Yin Cold Body," he commented. "By the way, Han Xinyue, a word of advice: you’d better hope I never see you again. Because if I do, I’ll take you every single time."
...
Once he was dressed, Sun Zhe walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.
Yue Changlin had somehow managed to sit up and was now cross-legged on the floor, circulating his energy to heal his injuries. A flash of terror appeared in his eyes when he saw Sun Zhe.
But Sun Zhe only gave him a cool glance, not bothering to trouble him further.
"I’ll spare you this time, old fart. Make sure there isn’t a next time."
...
About ten minutes after Sun Zhe had left, Yue Changlin, having regained a little strength, struggled to his feet and staggered toward the bedroom.
He was left completely dumbfounded by the wretched sight that greeted him inside.
The messy bed was soaked in several large patches, as if the ceiling had leaked.
Han Xinyue lay on the bed as if paralyzed, her delicate body twitching intermittently. Her long hair was a tangled mess spread across the sheets, with a few strands veiling her exquisitely flushed face, making her look devastatingly beautiful and pathetic.
Her nightgown had been torn to shreds. Her ample bosom was covered in bright red fingerprints, and one of her rosy nipples even bore a bite mark.
Between her spread legs, her lush pubic hair was slick with his seed, her swollen entrance slowly pulsing as it wept a thick fluid.
"Ma’am..."
Yue Changlin whispered, feeling as if his heart were being sliced by a knife. Hearing her earlier screams, he had imagined she was suffering a cruel ordeal. But he had never expected it to be this brutal.
He trembled as he approached the bed, took the blanket, and gently covered her body.
"Ma’am, this old one was useless."
The whiteness in Han Xinyue’s eyes slowly receded. She gradually lifted her head and gave him a bone-chillingly cold look.
"Get out."
"Everything that happened tonight, including everything you heard... you’d best forget it."
Yue Changlin nodded. "This old one understands."
He knew she was referring to the secret he had overheard: that Zhou Xiaolong was the son of her and Zhou Chenhao.
...
...
It was already past two in the morning when Sun Zhe returned home.
Just as he stepped inside, he saw Zhu Yan asleep on the living room sofa. The television was still on, playing a commercial, and her phone was still in her hand.
"Auntie, why aren’t you sleeping in your room?"
Sun Zhe walked over and sat on the sofa, gently scooping Zhu Yan into his arms. He suddenly felt a sharp pang of guilt. He knew she must have fallen asleep on the sofa while waiting for him to get home.
Zhu Yan, her eyes heavy with sleep, wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face into his chest. "Why are you back so late?"
Sun Zhe thought for a moment before answering honestly. "Shuqing gave me a mission. I had to find a woman to cultivate with, and I ended up teaching her a harsh lesson."
"Cultivating again... No wonder you reek of some vixen," Zhu Yan huffed, giving him an annoyed pinch.
Sun Zhe chuckled, then suddenly swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the second floor.
"Auntie, let’s get some sleep. We can talk about everything else tomorrow."
"You woke me up, and now you think you can get away without taking responsibility?"
"Responsibility for what?"
"Go take a bath. I’m going to punish you properly for making me wait up so late."
"It’s already two o’clock. Don’t you have work tomorrow?"
"I don’t care. Even if I have work, I’m still going to punish you."
Sun Zhe sighed in defeat. Once they reached the second floor, he carried her straight into the bathroom.
Before long, the water in the large tub began to slosh back and forth.
Stripped naked, Zhu Yan was on her hands and knees in the tub, her hands gripping the edge tightly. Her brows furrowed as she let out soft, trailing moans, happily taking the deep thrusts from the man behind her.
...