Dual Cultivation: Omnipotent Villain with Reader System!-Chapter 71: Jade fairy... Let me see the sincerity of your Dao.

Chapter 71: Jade fairy... Let me see the sincerity of your Dao.

Back to his chamber,

Tianmo sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking at the map... The map was crude, drawn in charcoal, but the location was clear with an "X" mark on it. Plus the location wasn’t afar either. Even a mortal could walk there within 3 days let alone a Cultivator.

He tossed the slip aside and turned his gaze toward the door, sensing the presence of Liu Ruyan.

"Enter," he commanded.

The door creaked open slowly. Liu Ruyan stepped inside. She was currently dressed in a simple, translucent white robe that clung to her figure, outlining the delicate curve of her waist and the soft swell of her hips. Her long black hair was loose, cascading down her back like a waterfall, and her face was pale, flushed with a faint, feverish heat.

It was a seductive robe, both elegant and sinful, combined with her strong feminine scent mixed with orchids. Her eyes were downcast, her long lashes fluttering nervously as she approached him. She stopped a few feet away, her hands clasped tightly in front of her waist.

"M-Master..." She couldn’t tell what was wrong with her maater today... His smell is very intoxicating as if her body wants it. It was a strong reaction of the Supreme Nine Yin physique of hers towards his Supreme Nine Yang physique.

She was a slave, yes, but she was also a woman.

"Where is Madam Lin?!"

He asked, out of nowhere like a Blue Moon causing her to widen her eyes, but she remained and simply responded, "It seems she left because her daughter was sick, I-I fear, she won’t return..."

Oh?! She left. It is indeed possible for her to leave and not come back, given that, she likely knows about his situation and the Azure Cloud sect.

"Did she tell you something?!" he asked further.

"No. She didn’t say anything to me, but she took a lot of things from Purple Bamboo peak saying it was repayment for her body," Liu Ruyan replied, her voice trembling slightly. She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting nervously to the side, unable to meet his gaze. "I... I am sorry, Master. I failed to stop her."

Tianmo’s expression remained unreadable. It seems she has returned back to her husband. The child being sick is just an excuse... This was the nature of woman, they always prioritized their own self-interest without seeing the bigger picture. Their thinking is shallow, clouded by moment’s impulse and ’present-day theory’.

Pity.

"I see. I had expected such a possibility..." he came in front of her, lifting her chin, forcing her to look at his cold, soul-chilling eyes. They were glowing dim red.

He leaned down and took her lips.

Mmmmmmwaaaa~

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a devouring claim. His mouth crushed against hers, hard and demanding, silencing any protest before it could even form.

"Mmm..." she gasped, her eyes widening in shock, but she didn’t pull away. She was a slave, and her body, conditioned by the Supreme Nine Yin Physique, was reacting to his presence with a desperate, primal heat. Wetness in-between her legs were like a river of celestial nectar.

Tianmo’s tongue forced its way past her teeth, invading her mouth with a dominance that brooked no refusal. He tasted her, a sweet, floral nectar that seemed to inflame his senses.

Ummmmwaaaa~

Mwaaaa~

The kiss deepened, becoming wet and messy. Saliva mingled between their lips, a glistening, sticky bridge that broke only when she gasped for air. Her head was spinning, her heart hammering against her ribs. She could feel the heat of his body radiating through her thin robes, a scorching fire that seemed to seep into her very soul.

"Ahhhh!♡" She let out a long, breathless moan, her body trembling as a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a caress that bypassed her defenses, striking directly at her core. Her knees felt weak, her legs turning to jelly. She had never felt anything like this before, he felt so different than before, but she couldn’t quite fathom what exactly had changed. Is it because there is no scent of another woman’s Yin in his scent this time?

That shouldn’t be the case. She just couldn’t find an answer. Also, the kiss was so intense, so consuming, that it felt like an orgasm was building deep within her womb.

Tianmo pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with her saliva. He looked at her with a predatory gaze, his eyes red and intense. He saw the glazed look in her eyes, the way her body was arching toward him, seeking more.

"Good," he said. "You are a good slave."

He leaned in again, his lips finding hers once more. This time, the kiss was even more aggressive. He sucked on her lower lip, biting down gently, enough to draw a bead of blood, pushing her to the bed.

"Mmm...." She cried out, her body arching off the bed as a second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her. It felt like she was about to explode.

"Ahhhh!♡ Ahhhhh!♡" She moaned, her voice rising in pitch, her body writhing on the bed. Her nails dug into his shoulders, but they weren’t strong enough to leave red marks.

Nevertheless, the pleasure was overwhelming, blinding, and she couldn’t hold back. She was drowning in a sea of sensation, her mind lost in a haze of pure bliss.

He didn’t stop. He continued to kiss her, his tongue dancing with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. He was a machine of pleasure, his every touch designed to drive her wild. He used his tongue to stimulate her, to tease her, Guan, and to drive her insane with desire. His hand moved and explored her body.

He pulled back again, her lips swollen and red, her mouth open, panting for air. She looked at him with eyes full of tears, her body trembling violently. She was completely spent, the pleasure had been so intense that she had lost all control. She was a mess of sweat and blood, and she went limp, her body completely drained.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!... Nnn" She moaned.

Tianmo didn’t let her recover. He reached out and grabbed the hem of her robe, tearing it apart, revealing her boobs fully, raw and naked, while, she lay there, her body flushed a deep, feverish crimson, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her eyes were unfocused, the pupils dilated wide, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her mind was a shattered porcelain vase, unable to piece together the chaotic storm of sensations that had just ravaged her.

His hands moved and grabbed the soft, supple mounds of mountain peaks, his fingers sinking into the yielding flesh, testing their weight and resilience. They were heavy, full, and incredibly soft, like holding two pillows made of the finest silk.

He pinched the erect nipples, twisting them slightly, causing her to arch her back off the bed with a sharp gasp.

"Nnnnggghhh!♡" She cried out, her body trembling violently, her toes curling in pleasure.

He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, while his other hand continued to knead her other breast.

"Ummmm...!" She continued to moan, her head tossing back and forth on the bed, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He didn’t stop there. He moved his hand down, past her flat stomach, and found her already wet and dripping core.

"Annnn..!" She screamed out, her body jerking as his fingers brushed against her sensitive clitoris, the jade bud... He began to rub her clitoris in slow motions, while his tongue continued to ravage her other nipple.

"Ahhhh!♡ Ahhhhh!♡ Nnnnggghhh!♡" She moaned, her body arching and unarching, her hips bucking against his hand.

She was on the verge of exploding the spring bliss, her body trembling violently, her eyes rolling back, her mind lost in a sea of pure pleasure.

He increased the pressure and speed, his fingers moving faster and faster, rubbing her clitoris in a blur.

"Ahhhh!♡ Ahhhhh!♡ Ahhhhh!♡" She moaned louder than ever, her voice rising in pitch, his body writhing with pleasure.

He let go of her breast and kissed her neck—his lips trailing down the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that made her shiver.

"M-Masterrrrr♡... Anghhh!!! Mmm.... Ahhh! Ahhh..." He shoved two of his fingers into her Lotus, the Yin gate. Her vagina clenching it tight, as he bit her neck, sucking the blood out of her.

"Anngghhh!♡ Anngghhh!♡"

She was in pure ecstasy, her body was trembling violently, and before anything else, she busted.

"NNNGHHHHH!!!"

She squitred, her body convulsing violently, her legs kicking out and her toes curling tight. The clear, sweet nectar sprayed from her core, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath them. It was a biological release, a torrent of Yin essence that marked her submission to his will.

Tianmo didn’t stop. Matter of fact, he didn’t even slow down.

He continued to rub her sensitive bud with his thumb, his fingers still buried deep inside her, pumping in and out.

"You like it?"

"Y-Yes... M-Master...!" She gasped, her voice breathless and trembling, the remnants of her climax still rippling through her body like aftershocks. Her eyes, usually so fearful and submissive, were now glazed with a heavy, unfocused haze of pure bliss. She looked at him with a desperate, hungry devotion, her body instinctively arching to meet his every touch.

"You... You are... so good... to me... Mmm..." She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "I... My... I-I want it inside me..."

"Speak clearly..."

Her entire face turned deep red from soft pink, a flush that spread rapidly from her cheeks down to her chest and even to the tips of her ears. The sheer humiliation of her own desire, mixed with the overwhelming pleasure.

"I... I want your big Dao rod inside me..." She muttered with courage. To which Tianmo showed no reaction.

"Don’t say Dao rod, say Dick, speak clearly... I want to hear you beg in a slutty way."

"Ah!♡ I want your big... big... big Dick inside me!♡"

The words tumbled from her lips like a broken dam, raw and unfiltered.

"It wasn’t interesting, beg again..."

She looked at him, her shame burning. Geez. What can she say now?

"M-Master... Please bless this little slave’s pussy with your big, magnificent dick!♡"

She didn’t hold back this time. The words spilled from her lips, raw and uncensored.

"I still can’t sense sincerity in your words, Liu Ruyan. A slave who truly understands her place doesn’t just speak the words; she lets her body scream them."

Tianmo’s voice was low, a dangerous hum that vibrated against her skin like a vibrator in second Hz frequency, making her see stars. He didn’t wait for her to correct herself. With a sudden, fluid motion, he pulled his fingers from her depths, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the quiet room.

He stood up, his robes pooling around his ankles as he kicked them aside. The sight of his naked form was a masterpiece of physical perfection—muscles defined like coiled steel, veins pulsing with the energy of the Nine Yang Physique, and a manhood that stood proud and imposing, a pillar of power that demanded submission. A rising dragon.

Her eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. She had seen him before, of course, but never like this. Never with the raw, predatory intent that seemed to radiate from him, turning the air around him into a heavy, suffocating blanket of masculine dominance. Fuck... If this happens she might start to hate him less and less, and might fall in love.

No. She can’t. This guy is a devil.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She forced her gaze up, locking eyes with his pupils. The world seemed to tilt, gravity shifting to favor him.

He didn’t climb onto the bed. Instead, he gripped her ankles and pulled her down, her body sliding effortlessly toward the edge of the mattress. He spread her legs wide, his hands resting on her inner thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft, sensitive flesh, pushing her knees apart further.

"Your Yin gate is dripping," he noted, his thumb rubbing against her swollen, wet folds. "It’s practically begging for it..."

"Ahhhh!♡" She gasped, her back arching off the bed as a jolt of electricity shot through her. The sensitivity was overwhelming; his touch was like a branding iron, searing a path of fire wherever it went.