Don't lie to me (2)
With a steely resolve, she uttered the words she had rehearsed countless times in her mind.
Lin Qianshuang met Han Shengyao’s piercing gaze, her own eyes flickering with a hint of struggle and regret. Such a proud individual, once deceived, would naturally be consumed by fury.
Moreover, her words were treasonous, trampling upon the Demon Realm that Han Shengyao had tirelessly protected for a century.
Nevertheless, whether it was their master-disciple bond or the compassion they once shared, as long as Han Shengyao could avoid going down her path of destruction, Lin Qianshuang was willing to relinquish it all and become the villain who betrayed her love and righteousness.
After all, one cannot have both the fish and the bear’s paw. Why be so greedy as to seek a love that the world cannot comprehend?
Only one final trial remained, the last blaze that would propel Han Shengyao to the throne of the Demon Emperor.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with determination.
“When I ascend to the throne of the Demon Emperor, I will execute him in front of you, one strike at a time. Let’s see how you like seeing the person you once loved die at my hands.”
Lin Qianshuang seized Han Shengyao’s wrist, the sword pointing directly at her throat, her eyes slightly flushed.
“Do you hate me? Do you hate me so much that you would rather I die? The most beautiful woman in the demon realm, so obsessed with me.”
She gazed at Han Shengyao with an expression of innocent purity. She lightly scratched at the skin of her neck, giggling and saying in a naive voice, “Master, I’ll be waiting for you in the Demon Palace. If you wish to kill me, I will wait for you, just as we agreed…”
Lin Qianshuang lowered her eyelashes slightly, hiding the emotions in her eyes, her bright smile momentarily replaced by a cold expression. “This sword at my neck will be returned to you. From this moment forward, there will be no more love between us.”
She raised the sword and prepared to deal herself a blow. This erratic acting had worn her down.
Han Shengyao, now that you’ve seen my true nature, do you finally comprehend?
Lin Qianshuang gripped the sword, intending to end her life and escape the ordeal. But before she could move the weapon, Han Shengyao employed demonic energy to dislodge it from her grasp.
“Despite our closeness, why have you resorted to trickery to estrange yourself from me? Do you think your master is blind, my apprentice? Your words betray your true yearnings.”
Han Shengyao’s gaze remained fixed on Lin Qianshuang’s face. Though her heart seethed with animosity, her eyes held no ill will towards her. It must have been that woman, Bai Wan, who had employed some cunning ploy to transform her disciple into this current state.
“I ask about your connection to Bai Wan, yet you remain tight-lipped. Tell me, did Bai Wan do something to you?”
Han Shengyao’s hands tightened on Lin Qianshuang’s shoulders, pinning her against the tree. Her eyes burned with an icy intensity as she demanded, “Has Bai Wan threatened you?”
Stunned, Lin Qianshuang couldn’t comprehend why Han Shengyao was bringing up Bai Wan again. She looked up at her and said, “This has nothing to do with Bai Wan. Demonic cultivation has ruined my body, and I have no need for a reason to despise it.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Han Shengyao replied, her eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. “Is every word you speak merely a defense for that woman? What sorcery did Bai Wan employ to make my disciple so devoted to her?”
Han Shengyao’s gaze fixed upon the lying lips before her, and she pressed forward aggressively, biting down hard until skin broke and blood trickled.
Panic flickered across Lin Qianshuang’s face. She couldn’t understand Han Shengyao’s reaction. Shouldn’t she have been enraged and struck her? What did this kiss signify?
She struggled to push Han Shengyao away, but the kiss on her lips intensified abruptly. Her tongue, hidden behind her teeth, was forcibly entwined by the other party, frantically invading every crevice of her mouth.
Lips and tongues collided, Han Shengyao’s sudden and forceful kiss overwhelming Lin Qianshuang. She gasped for breath, suffocating under the onslaught.
Her brain was slowing down due to lack of oxygen.
Lin Qianshuang fought against Han Shengyao’s grip, desperate to break free. But every attempt was met with an unrelenting pull that dragged her back against the rough bark of the tree.
Han Shengyao’s gaze bore down on Lin Qianshuang’s flushed face, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desire. With a deliberate motion, she reached for the belt around Lin Qianshuang’s waist and yanked it apart, the fabric tearing with a sharp crack.
A chill washed over Lin Qianshuang’s chest as her outer robe and inner skirt were unceremoniously removed, leaving her exposed in only a thin, gauzy undergarment that barely concealed her form.
Panic surged through her. She realized the gravity of the situation and summoned her demonic energy to escape. But before she could take flight, her ankles were seized and she was ruthlessly thrown to the ground. Her undergarment disappeared, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.
“Lin Qianshuang, you will remember this. The entire Demon Realm belongs to me, and so do you. It matters not if you are a human cultivator or otherwise. As long as you exist in this world, your every emotion and experience will belong to me!”
Han Shengyao pressed the weight of her entire body onto the shivering, naked figure before her, pinning her down.
With a gentle touch, she untied the sash, causing the fiery red layers of gauze to cascade down from Lin Qianshuang’s smooth shoulders to her delicate feet, leaving her utterly exposed.
Han Shengyao’s hand traced a path down Lin Qianshuang’s neck and hair, igniting a fiery tingling sensation with each caress.
Even in the real world, she was still a virgin and had never had any sexual intercourse with the opposite sex.
Lin Qianshuang’s heart was gripped by fear. She clutched at Han Shengyao’s reckless hand on her chest, suppressing her terror and looking up to meet her gaze. “Master, if your intention is to humiliate me, you are mistaken. Your actions will not sway my resolve.”
Despite the visible trembling of her body, her words remained defiant, as if unaffected by the torment she endured.
Han Shengyao licked and bit Lin Qianshuang’s neck, her purple eyes flashing with a hint of deeper tyranny. She blew a breath of ambiguous heat into Lin Qianshuang’s ear and said cruelly, “Shuang’er, wait for me to come back, and you will never leave my side again for the rest of your life. If you still want to be a human cultivator, I will build another ‘Penglai Immortal Sect’ for you in the Demon Realm. As for the Demon Emperor, if you’d like, I will make him into a puppet for you.”
“The Demon Emperor, he is your childhood sweetheart and senior brother…”
Lin Qianshuang felt the nerves in her brain knotting up. She raised her eyes and saw the deep obsession in Han Shengyao’s eyes, making her feel like she was caught in a spider’s web with nowhere to escape.
This isn’t right, the plot shouldn’t be like this…
Her original intention was to become the personal disciple that Han Shengyao cared about the most, but how did she get to this point?
The mistake lies in choosing the system’s initial favorability bonus option in Yixiang Tower.
If she hadn’t been so obsessed with reaping greater benefits in a short period, she would never have ended up like this.
Her next goal was to never make such a foolish mistake again.
Human hearts are made of flesh. If others felt pain, she felt uneasy as well.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew beneath her.
A blazing fire curled up from her ankles and spread upward.
Lin Qianshuang opened her eyes, tears blurring her vision. Although she was in the sea of consciousness, and even if she really did something, it wouldn’t affect her body, she was tormented. Both physically and mentally, every moment and every second felt like she was being burned by a boiling oil pan, as if she was in hell.
As the two strands of divine consciousness were about to merge, the system seemed unable to continue, and a voice suddenly burst out.
“Host, you have an extra hairpin in your hair now. If you can’t bear it, you can take the hairpin and commit suicide to leave meditation.”
Lin Qianshuang reached out and took a flower hairpin from her hair, her eyes conflicted as she looked up at Han Shengyao.
“I’m sorry, but I have never accepted your affection, and I can’t accept it now.”
She thrust her pointed head heavily into the artery of her neck, and in an instant, it turned into a gust of wind and dissipated into the sea of divine consciousness.
At the same time, Han Shengyao gradually woke up from the cave. She leaned lazily on the ice seat covered in snow wolf skin with a satisfied expression on her face. Her purple eyes recalled the lively and fragrant taste just now, and the dark light in her eyes deepened slightly.
Regrettably, I didn’t take the final step; otherwise, it would have been a state of physical and mental ecstasy. There’s nothing more fulfilling than completely possessing the one I love.
No wonder Du Shuang is so obsessed with the Dual Cultivation Method; this pleasure is truly intoxicating.
The mere fusion of divine consciousness alone gave me a taste of unparalleled bliss.
Han Shengyao savored Lin Qianshuang’s words from the Sea of Divine Consciousness and sneered, “What if you don’t love me? As long as I keep you imprisoned by my side for eternity, even if your heart is as cold as stone, I will soften it like a pool of spring water.”
Han Shengyao played with the Tourmaline in her hand and snorted softly. “You aspire to become the Demon Emperor and unify the cultivation world? Under my nurturing, you will only have the fate of a Demon Empress.”
She gazed at the Ninefold Demon Palace barrier thousands of miles away from the cave. The motionless seal had loosened, and she was on the cusp of leaving the Jiuyou Secret Realm.
Han Shengyao’s lips curved into a chilling angle. I will make you regret it. You must submit to me wholeheartedly, Lin Qianshuang!
Emerging from her meditation, Lin Qianshuang nearly fell off the bed. Her face was pale, and her body was drained after she forcibly withdrew from the Sea of Divine Consciousness.
“Left Protector, today is the Demon Emperor’s birthday. Do not be tardy.”
Xia knocked on the door and, hearing a crash from within, hurriedly pushed it open and entered.
Lin Qianshuang sat on the floor, her face flushed and her undergarments in disarray. Sweat dripped down her body, and she pulled at her hair in frustration. Seeing Xia enter, she said hurriedly, “Senior Brother Xia, have someone bring me a bucket of hot water. I need to bathe.”
“Junior Sister, I am relieved to see you are well. I will fetch it immediately.”
Xia’s gaze fell upon Lin Qianshuang’s damp undergarments, and his cheeks turned red. He averted his eyes and hurriedly left the room.
Lin Qianshuang noticed Xia’s peculiar stare. After he departed, she approached the dressing table, her face slightly flushed with embarrassment.
In the mirror’s reflection, she appeared truly aroused, her body flushed crimson with a lingering passion.
Indeed, the “spring dream” in the Sea of Divine Consciousness had been exceedingly realistic, and the lingering sense of crisis that she had nearly been forced to compromise her modesty still haunted her.
Lin Qianshuang had never imagined that after her outburst, Han Shengyao would entertain such thoughts about her.
Shouldn’t a normal person, upon encountering a deceitful liar who exploited their emotions, resort to punching, kicking, and beating them up?
How had it transformed into a forced romance when it came to Han Shengyao?
Lin Qianshuang felt an intense throbbing in her brain, a pain that defied her comprehension, as if it were easier for her to devise ten elaborate schemes than to endure that headache.