“What do you think of her?” Chi Lian replied, running his hand over Feng Yi’s supple chest. His fingertips lightly flicked, and her pink peaks immediately stiffened. “See? Her chest is better than yours.”
“Mm,” Su Yun responded without a trace of jealousy.
“Her waist isn’t as tight as yours, but it’s slimmer.” Chi Lian’s hand moved downward, holding her slender waist as he lowered them both into the hot spring.
“Mm,” Su Yun repeated, stepping closer. She cupped some water in her hands and poured it over Feng Yi’s long hair. “Why don’t you scream? He’s cast a spell to keep you from moving, but you should still be able to speak.”
“Would it matter if I screamed?” Feng Yi asked, her clear eyes locked on Su Yun. “Would you save me? Would anyone come to save me?”
“No.” Su Yun’s voice remained gentle as she scooped another handful of water and poured it over Feng Yi’s shoulders.
The steam from the hot spring curled upward, gathering around Feng Yi’s naked body. Droplets of water slid down her waist, tracing the enticing curve of her hips before falling into the water with soft plinks.
Chi Lian’s fingers explored lower, stirring the water as they roamed the intimate depths of her body.
Feng Yi stood rigid, biting her lip hard, refusing to make a sound.
“Cry out. It’s not a shameful thing,” Chi Lian said, his lips curving into a faint, almost mocking smile as he sank beneath the water.
Beneath the surface, bubbles rose from the hot spring’s vents, swirling around him as he dove deeper. Starting at Feng Yi’s toes, he pressed his lips to her skin, slowly kissing his way upward until he reached her most sensitive spot.
His tongue moved with practiced precision—sucking, nibbling, teasing. The long, slender tongue was like a skillful touch, reaching deep into her, striking at the most sensitive nerves. It moved in relentless strokes, seeking her pleasure points and mercilessly stoking her desire.
Feng Yi bit down harder, her body trembling as she struggled to suppress the moans that threatened to escape. Her breathing quickened, and ripples radiated across the water’s surface with every shudder of her body.
“Can I leave now?” Su Yun asked for the first time, standing by the poolside.
Chi Lian remained underwater, his efforts intensifying as he explored Feng Yi’s depths. The bubbles rose faster, matching the rhythm of his movements, and the steam caressed Feng Yi’s skin like ghostly fingers.
Feng Yi tilted her head back, her chest heaving, unable to hold back a soft moan.
“Can I leave now?” Su Yun repeated.
Chi Lian didn’t respond. Instead, his tongue delved deeper, rolling within her. He even reached out a finger, pressing it against her most sensitive spot.
Feng Yi gasped, her hand instinctively plunging into the water to steady herself on his head.
“Let me leave,” Su Yun said for the third time.
At that moment, Chi Lian’s tongue stretched even further, sending a jolt of sensation through Feng Yi’s body. A bright red bloom of blood spread across the water’s surface, though she felt no pain—only a dizzying wave of pleasure that sent her spiraling into ecstasy.
“Kill her. Let her soul stay with you forever. Then let me leave,” Su Yun said for the fourth time.
Just as Feng Yi reached the peak of her pleasure, Chi Lian stopped abruptly. He surfaced with a sudden splash, turning to Su Yun with an icy glare. His emerald eyes burned with barely concealed hatred.
“Do you really want to leave?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
The same question and answer as always. In the past, Su Yun would have stopped there, lowering her head and biting her lip in stubborn silence.
But this time, she rose and walked to the depths of the cave. When she returned, she was holding a tray. On it was a small bowl filled with red clay and several copper coins.
The clay was a dark reddish-brown, faintly smelling of blood, as though it had been soaked in someone’s lifeblood.
Su Yun raised her hand, pinched a tiny bit of the clay, and slowly sprinkled it over one of the coins.
The copper coin immediately sprouted red rust, as if the clay carried the spirit of a ghost. The rust clung to the coin, taking shape like a lingering, spiteful sigh.
“If you grow tired of that woman one day,” Su Yun said, her face expressionless, as she repeated the process with several more coins, “you can use my method. Send out these copper coins.” She paused, looking at him. “But remember, you can’t leave this cave for too long.”
“I’m asking you—why do you insist on leaving?”
Su Yun was silent for a moment before holding out a copper coin in her palm. “Do you see this red rust?”
“Obviously.”
“This rust is like my heart,” she said softly. “In my life, I left something unfinished. That unresolved matter has become my obsession, growing inside me like the rust on this coin. Day by day, it spreads, and eventually, it will completely consume me.”
Chi Lian said nothing. He took the coin from her hand and studied it for a long time.
“I bought you,” he finally said, his tone softening. “The contract was for eternity.”
Su Yun’s face lit up with hope. “Take a part of my soul as payment. Or anything else you want. Just let me leave.”
Chi Lian’s emerald-green eyes gleamed coldly. He placed his hand on the top of her head.
At that moment, a foul wind swept through the cave. A reddish-brown mist drifted in through the entrance, settling at Chi Lian’s feet. It quickly coalesced into a long robe—his robe, the one he always wore.
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