His eyes simply scanned her body, lingering on each curve, each peak, each valley.
A map of perfection painted on a canvas of ivory flesh.
Her skin was as smooth as jade, unblemished and flawless. Her breasts were full and round, like two ripe peaches waiting to be plucked.
Her waist was tiny, inviting him to wrap his hands around it, to feel its warmth.
Her legs were long and shapely, the kind that could wrap around a man's waist and never let go.
She was a masterpiece of nature, a work of art designed to drive men mad with desire.
A daughter of luck, according to the system these women are better than others.
Just the kind, Young Master Zhao wanted her.
He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to devour her.
He wanted to break her, to shatter that mask of defiance.
He wanted to hear her beg, to plead, to surrender.
To feel her body convulse under his touch, to hear her scream his name.
He would take her, right here, right now.
His hands traced her skin, feeling its warmth, its softness.
He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, feeling their weight.
His thumbs brushed across her nipples, teasing them, making them harden.
"Ahhh...." She gasped, her breath catching in her throat.
His lips brushed against her neck, kissing her softly, sucking gently.
He nibbled on her earlobe, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear.
His hand slid down her body, resting between her legs.
He could feel her heat, her wetness.
She was ready for him, even if she didn't want to admit it.
He stroked her gently, feeling her body tremble.
"Nnnn, Ahhh," She moaned softly, her eyes closed tight.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her warm yin member.
She was so wet, so ready.
She was the animal here yet the audacity to call young master Zhao the barbaric animal.
Hypocrisy at its finest.
He added another finger, pumping them slowly, feeling her body respond.
"Ahhh, Don't... Ahhh, mmm," She was moaning now, her breath coming in short gasps.
He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster, deeper.
"Ahhhhhh, don't do this... Ahhhhhhhh!!!" She cried out, her body convulsing.
He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean.
She tasted sweet, like a mixture of honey and salt water.
He lifted her effortlessly, like she weighed less than a feather drifting in the wind, carrying her to the bed.
"Isn't this why you came here?"
His voice was low and calm.
"This young master shall grant the maiden's heart's desire,"
He laid her down gently, his body hovering above hers like a looming mountain of dominance.
"Of course, If the Holy Maiden truly wishes no further... This Zhao shall not force it. You may leave, just as you entered,"
With a lazy flick of his finger, the doors creaked open.
A figure outside froze mid-step, it happens to be a young disciple passing by.
"Ahh! No! This humble one saw nothing!"
Without hesitation, the young disciple drove his fingers into his own eyes, blood spurting like a broken meridian.
He kowtowed three times so hard the ground cracked beneath his forehead.
Then, like a startled squirrel, he vanished into the night.
This... What is he trying to play.
Does he think I won't leave?
Could there be something big?
Ahhh- I don't know what to do... Shall I give in? Should I resist?
I feel like I have already made the situation worse.
My legs feel weak, I can't feel the flow of Qi from my meridians.
I don't know... It felt like he was just playing with my body.
Ughh, I despise his face, and his smile... It makes me feel helpless.
Being a woman is really hard in this world, especially with a lack of talent and unwanted beauty.
She had too much on her mind to care for that young disciple.
"Still hesitating, the night is young, and this Zhao is getting impatient,"
His voice held a warning.
"My offer is not eternal, Holy Maiden. Choose wisely,"
Young Master Zhao's patience was wearing thin.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"The doors are open, Holy Maiden. But I wonder... how many more will you let witness your shame?"
He knew his words would sting, would cut deep.
Because, in this world of cultivation, reputation was everything.
"Ah! I knew you were a devil!" She glared at him with hatred in her eyes.
"You wanted to humiliate me all along!"
"No... this Young Master merely wanted to test your resolve. You have failed," He smiled.
"Fine... Do whatever you wish," She accepted her fate, there was no place she would run.
Right now, she hated Ye Chen.
Yes, it's all that bastard's fault.
If he hadn't challenged the young master, things wouldn't have reached here.
Have eyes but failed to see Mount Tai.
"Given up this easily? I expected more resistance...." Zhao had a sinister smile.
Is this the so-called daughter of luck?
"Can I say something?" She added weakly.
"Ohh go ahead, this Zhao is all ears,"
"Please... Be gentle..." She turned sideways, work cheeks burning red in shame.
Ahh, No... What did I say... Now he will see more weakness in me.
I should have controlled such things within me.
Ah, shameful, shameful... Truly shameful.
Will he go rough now... Just to torture me?
She was in her own world.
Zhao wasn't moved by her words, he had heard those plenty of times.
Truly, such daughters of luck are no different than any normal woman.
His robes fell to the floor, revealing a body honed to perfection.
He had a tall height, a V-shaped figure, a skin tone unsoiled by mortal dust, long black hair, and red blood-jade eyes.
He was a work of art, a masterpiece sculpted by the unfathomable existence of perfection.
Ahhh, he looks good... Ee... I can feel my heart beating faster and faster.
Ahh... No... That thing... It's big.
So big... I will probably die.
Oh heavens, just what is that size.
She wasn't a child unable to differentiate between the Yin hole and the Yang rod, nor was she the Japanese descend to believe kissing brings a child.
But that Yang Rod of his, it wasn't normal.
Not only was it immense, it possessed its own Dao rhythm.