Yue’s face went pale, her hand still on her mother’s cheek, and—
She trembled.
Looked at her mother’s destroyed body. At the cum still leaking from her ass. At her completely limp form.
"Please—" Yue whispered. "Please just let her rest—"
"Then come with me."
And slowly, hating herself, Yue stood.
Her legs were still shaky, her pussy still leaking his cum down her thighs, but she stood.
And when Cang walked toward the door, she followed.
Naked. Marked. Claimed.
Following the man who’d just destroyed both her and her mother.
## The Waterfall
They didn’t walk far.
Just to the edge of the small house, and then—
Cang’s spiritual energy flared, wrapping around both of them like invisible chains, and—
They lifted.
"What—?!" Yue’s gasp of shock was cut off as they shot into the sky, wind whipping around them, the ground falling away at impossible speed.
She grabbed onto him instinctively, pressing her naked body against his, terrified of falling.
And he flew.
Not on a sword like before. Just—flying. His body defying gravity through pure spiritual energy, carrying them both across the landscape at speeds that made the world blur.
Mountains passed beneath them. Forests. Rivers.
And ahead—
The sound of rushing water.
A waterfall. Massive. Hundreds of feet tall, crashing down into a pristine pool, surrounded by dense forest that suggested no one came here often.
He descended rapidly, and Yue’s stomach lurched, then—
They landed on a smooth rock beside the pool, and he released her.
She stumbled, nearly falling, then caught herself and looked around with wide eyes.
"Where—" Her voice was small. "Where did you bring me?"
She hugged her body self-consciously, suddenly very aware that she was completely naked in an unfamiliar place.
"What if someone sees—?" She looked around desperately for something to cover herself with.
But Cang just stood there, equally naked, his muscular body relaxed, water from the falls creating a fine mist that caught the fading sunlight.
"You’ll stay here with me for a week," he said simply.
Silence.
Yue’s head snapped toward him.
"What—?" Her voice cracked. "What are you saying? A week? Why would I—? Why is—?"
He turned to face her fully, golden eyes glinting.
"Because Lianhua will arrive within a few moments at your house," he explained. "So I wanted to have fun with you until then. Better to hide you somewhere and fuck you continuously for a week, then return."
Yue’s mind reeled, trying to process what he’d just said.
"Who—who is Lianhua?" she asked.
Cang chuckled, the sound dark and amused.
"Just a fox," he said dismissively. "A woman who’s been tracking me. We got separated, but she’ll find her way to Qinghe soon enough. And I’d prefer to avoid complications."
The truth was more complex than he was letting on—he’d sensed the spatial fluctuation earlier, the telltale signature of Lianhua’s teleportation technique. She’d missed her target destination, ended up somewhere else, but she was close. And she’d eventually make her way to where she’d last sensed him.
Which meant the Lin household would soon have an unexpected visitor.
And Cang had no intention of sharing his new toys with the possessive fox spirit.
So—temporary relocation. A week of uninterrupted "training" with the daughter, hidden away where Lianhua wouldn’t think to look.
"A fox—?" Yue’s voice was confused. "You mean like—like a fox spirit? A cultivator?"
"Something like that."
He stepped toward her, and she instinctively stepped back.
"So you’re going to stay here with me," he continued, moving closer with each word. "Train your newly awakened cultivation. Let me fuck you in every position imaginable. Until you’re strong enough to actually satisfy me."
"I—I can’t—" Yue’s back hit a rock, trapped. "I need to go back—Mother needs—"
"Your mother will be fine," Cang said, now directly in front of her. "She’ll wake up, recover, probably wonder where you went. But by the time we return—"
His hand reached out, cupping her face.
"—you’ll be strong enough that no one in that pathetic town can ever threaten you again."
And he grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the waterfall.
"Let’s go for some rounds that will last a week," he said. "Make you as strong as I am."
"No—!!" Yue tried to pull back, her feet sliding on the wet rocks. "Please—someone help—!!"
She cried out desperately, as if someone might hear, might save her.
But they were miles from civilization. Deep in wilderness. Hidden behind the waterfall’s thunderous roar.
No one was coming.
And as he pulled her into the water—the cold spray shocking her heated skin, soaking her hair, running down her naked body—
She realized something.
A thought that horrified her even as it sent heat flooding to her core.
’A whole week. With that thick cock. Being fucked constantly. Getting stronger. Becoming powerful enough to protect myself.’
She cried externally, sobbing as he pulled her deeper into the waterfall’s embrace.
But internally—
’Oh gods. A whole week.’
The waterfall roared behind them as Cang pulled Zhang Yue through the curtain of water, and suddenly they were inside—a hidden cave carved by centuries of erosion, the stone black and slick with moisture, illuminated only by the diffuse light filtering through the cascading water.
It was beautiful in a primal way. Untouched. Secret.
And it was about to become her prison for seven days.
"Please—" Yue’s voice trembled as her feet touched the cold stone floor. "I need to rest—my body is still—"
But his hand was already on her hip, spinning her around, and—
He threw her.
Not gently. Her body flew through the air for a brief second before landing hard on a flat expanse of wet black stone, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
"Aahhh—!"
Before she could recover, his hands grabbed her hips, yanking them up, forcing her into position—
Ass raised. Face pressed against cold stone. Arms scrambling for purchase on the slippery surface.
"Wait—I’m not ready—I need—"
But his cock was already pressing against her pussy, still sore from losing her virginity barely an hour ago, and—
He thrust.
"Aaaaahhhhh—!!" Her scream echoed off the cave walls, mixing with the waterfall’s roar.
No preparation. No gentleness. Just immediate, brutal penetration that stretched her abused walls wide again.
"Still so tight," he observed, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Even after taking your virginity. Your pussy keeps trying to return to its original size."
"It hurts—" she sobbed, fingers clawing uselessly at wet stone. "Please—it still hurts from before—"
"It’ll hurt less as you get used to it," he said, pulling back and thrusting again. "And more importantly—"
Another thrust, deeper.
"—the pain will make you stronger."
And he began fucking her in earnest.
His hips finding that brutal rhythm she’d already experienced, each thrust driving her forward slightly on the slippery stone, her small breasts dragging against the cold surface, nipples scraping.
"Hnnngh—!! Aahhh—!! Please—!! Slower—!!"
But he didn’t go slower. If anything, his pace increased, one hand moving from her hip to her hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling—
Using it as a handle, yanking her head back, arching her spine painfully as he pounded into her from behind.
"Look at where you are," he commanded. "Look at this cave. This is your world now. For seven days, nothing exists except this cave, this stone, and my cock."