Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Ning Xueli(R18)
The royal guest room was bathed in the golden glow of morning sun, its rays filtering through heavy silk curtains to dance across the ornate four-poster bed.
The air carried a faint scent of jasmine from the gardens below, mingling with the lingering heat of their earlier confrontation.
Shen Haoran, his body still humming with the thrill of their charged bargain, didn't waste a moment.
He captured Ning Xueli's mouth again, his lips crashing against hers with renewed hunger, tongue plunging deep to claim every inch of her warmth.
Xueli whimpered into the kiss, the sound muffled and desperate as her back pressed against the cool sheets.
Her hands fisted the fabric of his robes, torn between shoving him off and clutching him tighter.
The sunlight warmed her skin where her dress had slipped, exposing the swell of her large breasts, but it was Haoran's touch that set her aflame.
His hands roamed boldly, one sliding up her thigh to squeeze the soft flesh just below her hip, fingers digging in with possessive force.
He kneaded her there, pulling her leg up to hook around his waist, grinding his hardening cock against her core through their clothes.
She gasped, breaking the kiss for a breath, but he chased her lips, sucking on her bottom one before nipping it sharply.
"Shh, Xueli," he murmured against her mouth, voice rough with desire. "Just feel it."
His other hand cupped her breast, thumb circling the hardening nipple through the thin silk of her dress until it peaked under his touch.
He pinched it then, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers, drawing another high and needy whimper from her throat as her body arches despite the protest in her mind.
Haoran's mouth trailed down her jaw, licking a hot path to her neck where he sucked hard, marking her pale skin with a blooming red spot.
Xueli's head fell back, exposing more of her throat as she panted, her whimpers turning into soft moans that echoed in the sunlit room.
His hand on her thigh ventured higher, bunching her skirt up to expose her bare leg, fingers tracing the edge of her undergarments before pressing against the damp heat between her thighs.
He rubbed there firmly, feeling her pussy clench under the fabric, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"You're soaking already," he growled, nipping her earlobe as he ground the heel of his palm against her clit.
Xueli could only whimper in response, her strong will fracturing under the onslaught of sensation.
Her own inexperienced with such matters made every touch electric, her untouched body responding with a flood of wetness that soaked through her panties.
Haoran's cock throbbed against her, thick and insistent, as he dry-humped her slowly, building the friction that had her nails digging into his shoulders.
He released her breast to yank the neckline of her dress down, freeing one globe to the morning air.
His mouth descended immediately, latching onto the nipple and sucking hard, tongue flicking the tip in wet, relentless strokes.
Xueli cried out, a whimper laced with plea, her legs trembling as his fingers slipped beneath her undergarments to stroke her slick folds directly.
He parted her lips, circling her entrance without penetrating, teasing the virgin tightness that quivered under his touch.
The sun climbed higher, casting their tangled forms in warm light, but Haoran showed no mercy.
He pumped his finger along her slit, coating them in her arousal before pressing one just inside her, stretching her gently while his thumb worked her clit in firm circles.
Xueli's whimpers grew frantic, her body writhing beneath him, caught in the delicious torment of his groping hands and devouring mouth.
"Haoran..." she breathed, her voice trembling from fear and excitement, but he only smirked against her skin, determined to unravel her completely before the morning faded.
Haoran's finger delved deeper, the single digit sliding fully into Xueli's tight pussy, her walls clenching around the intrusion with a virgin's instinctive grip.
She whimpered louder, her body tensing as the stretch burned slightly, but the slick arousal eased his way, coating his hand in her juices.
He curled the finger inside her, stroking the sensitive inner walls while his thumb pressed harder on her swollen clit, rubbing in tight, insistent circles that made her hips jerk upward.
"That's it, open for me," Haoran rasped, his voice thick with lust as he added a second finger, scissoring them to widen her entrance.
Xueli's breath hitched, a sharp cry escaping her lips as the fuller sensation pushed her closer to the edge.
Her dress was a tangled mess around her waist now, breasts heaving with each pant, nipples red and glistening from his earlier sucking.
The morning sun warmed her exposed skin, contrasting the cool air that teased her damp folds.
He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving her aching and empty, her pussy fluttering in protest.
"Spread your legs."
Xueli flinched, but slowly spread her legs, her face turning red from embarrassment as the private part she had saved for her future husband was exposed to a man for the first time.
Haoran shifted, kneeling between her spread thighs, his hands yanking at the ties of his robe, unraveling it, fully revealing his perfectly sculptured physique.
His thick and veined cock sprang free, the head already leaking pre-cum as it bobbed heavily.
Xueli's eyes widened at the sight, her whimpers turning to a soft gasp of awe and fear.
It looked massive, far too big for her untouched body, but the heat pooling in her core betrayed her craving.
"Look at you, so ready to be fucked," he murmured, gripping his shaft and stroking it once, twice, to spread the slickness along its length.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt tip nudging her slick lips apart, teasing her clit before pressing against her hole.
Xueli clutched the sheets, her knuckles turning white, as he pushed forward slowly, breaking the barrier that symbolised her maidenhood.
The stretch was intense, her pussy resisting at first, then yielding with a wet pop as the head breached her, and blood started to drop mixed with her pussy juice.
She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping through her as inch after inch sank inside.
Haoran groaned, his jaw clenching at the vice-like heat enveloping him. "Fuck, you're tight, gripping me like you never want to let go."
He paused when he bottomed out, his balls resting against her ass, giving her time to adjust.
Haoran has been with countless women, be they a virgin Princess or a virgin priestess, but never did he feel tightness like this, it was almost painful.
Xueli's chest rose and fell rapidly, tears pricking her eyes from the burn, but the fullness ignited sparks deep within, her clit throbbing against his pubic bone.
Haoran observed her a moment, and seeing her adjust, he started moving again, giving her shallow thrusts that dragged his cock along her walls, building a rhythm that had her whimpers morphing into moans.
His hands pinned her hips down, controlling her movements as he drove deeper, harder.
The bed creaked under them, the sun casting shadows that danced with each slap of skin on skin.
Xueli's legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, her heels digging into his back as pleasure overrode the initial discomfort.
Haoran leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue mimicking the thrust of his hips.
He swallowed her moans, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breast, pinching the nipple until she arched beneath him.
"Feel that? Your pussy's milking my cock, begging for more," he growled against her lips, picking up pace.
Each plunge stretched her wider, his thickness rubbing that hidden spot inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
She broke the kiss to gasp, "Haoran... it's too much... oh gods..."
But her body betrayed her words, hips rising to meet his, her wetness easing the glide until he was pounding into her relentlessly.
The room filled with the obscene sounds of their joining—wet smacks, her breathless cries, his grunts of effort.
Sweat slicked their skin, the morning light turning their bodies into a glistening tableau of raw need.
He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle to hit even deeper, his cock slamming against her cervix with each brutal thrust.
Xueli's hands roamed his back, nails raking red lines as the coil in her belly tightened unbearably.
"Come for me, Xueli—squeeze my dick with that virgin cunt," he commanded, his free hand dropping to rub her clit furiously.
The dual assault shattered her.
"Haoran!" She screamed his name, her pussy convulsing around him in waves of ecstasy, gushing more slickness that soaked his balls.
Haoran fucked her through it, prolonging the orgasm until she trembled uncontrollably.
Only then did he chase his own release, thrusts erratic and deep, before pulling out her pussy.
Hot spurts of cum flooded her depths, marking her as his, the sensation pushing her into a second, smaller peak.
He looked over, both panting in the sun-warmed room, his cock still twitching over her clit.
Xueli lay dazed, body humming with aftershocks, the reality of her lost virginity sinking in amid the haze of bliss.
Haoran's lips brushed her ear, a satisfied smirk in his voice.
"Mine now, darling. And we're just getting started."
After all, one time just isn't enough to satisfy him
Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Value
The space within the Ogre Academy rippled with the subtlety of a ghost's breath as Qing'er manifested.
For a Saint-level expert, navigating the rudimentary defenses of a backwater institution was as simple as walking through a beaded curtain.
She didn't need to search; she merely stood in the shadow of a stone pillar and let the ambient chatter of the students wash over her.
It took less than a minute for the name "Chu Fang" to surface, whispered in tones of mockery by a passing group of disciples.
Blending perfectly into the architecture of the shadows, Qing'er made her way to the male dormitory.
She found him in his cramped bunk.
Chu Fang sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in deep concentration.
To a casual observer, he looked like any other mediocre student struggling with his breath.
But to Qing'er's divine sense, the world was laid bare.
She watched as he began to circulate a cultivation technique that she found, at first, quite novel.
The Qi did not follow the standard celestial orbits or the balanced paths of the Five Elements, something no other Cultivation Technique she had seen.
But in the next instant, her brow furrowed in visceral disgust as she tracked the energy's path.
The Qi surged through his veins, bypassed the higher spiritual centers, and swirled through his liver before settling with a concentrated, pulsing heat directly in his crotch.
Qing'er's lip curled in disdain.
From that single observation, the nature of his cultivation technique was clear: a dual cultivation technique.
While the Central Region recognized that certain dual-path methods were legitimate—sharing Yin and Yang to reach the Dao—they were still heavily frowned upon by the orthodox elite.
Such techniques were the final refuge of desperate perverts and those so devoid of talent that they had to rely on the life-force of others to progress.
And this Chu Fang, with his shifty eyes and stagnant foundation, seemed to be the embodiment of both.
She thought of Huo Yue, that woman who suffered for three years yet retained the pride and arrogance of a genius, but also had the mature and gray outlook of the world.
She thought of Lin Feng, who, while looking lazy and sleazy, was able to discover the talent and potential of Huo Yue, and was incredibly cautious and smart.
She thought of Tang Shan, although he has misplaced arrogance and incredibly egocentric, at least he has some abilities, actually able to not immediately collapse from her young master's pressure.
Then he looked at this Chu Fang... Are these four all really the same 'species'?
Just then, the silence of the room was broken as Chu Fang suddenly sat up as a triumphant, unsettling laugh escaped his throat.
To Qing'er's mounting irritation, he actually reached down, opened his pants, and stared at himself with a look of manic glee.
Qing'er felt her cheek twitch, a rare crack in her icy composure.
What is there to be happy about? she thought, her mind instinctively comparing the pathetic sight to her own master.
Shen Haoran's physique was a masterwork of the Heavens—toned, muscular, and carrying a divine weight, as if every inch of his skin had been perfectly sculpted by the gods from primordial jade.
To even look upon such a creature after seeing the Young Master was an insult to her eyes.
She watched from the darkness as Chu Fang composed himself, a smug, "protagonist-like" smirk plastered on his face, before he adjusted his robes and hurried out of the dormitory.
He walked with a new, swaggering confidence, oblivious to the fact that a Saint was trailing him like a silent reaper.
Qing'er exhaled a silent, weary sigh.
This is going to be a long day, she mused, her hand resting briefly on the hilt of the concealed dagger at her waist.
If it were up to her, she would have ended this farce seconds ago—snapping his neck, extracting his soul, and presenting the "Anomaly's" memories to Haoran on a silver platter.
But her Young Master was a perfectionist who enjoyed watching the threads of fate tangle before he cut them.
Until the order came to execute, she was merely a shadow in the wake of a pervert.
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The setting sun spilled through the sheer silk curtains of the royal guest suite, painting the mahogany floor in stripes of orange.
Shen Haoran sat at the edge of the bed, his back a canvas of lean, corded muscle that glowed like polished marble in the light.
He was completely naked, showing an unbothered, sovereign indifference to his nudity as he held a delicate porcelain teacup in one hand and an ancient leather-bound scroll in the other.
Behind him, cocooned in heavy embroidered blankets, Ning Xueli stirred.
Her skin had a translucent, glossy glow—the unmistakable mark of a woman who had just crossed the threshold into adulthood.
As she sat up, a sharp, lingering ache radiated from her lower body, traveling from her core down into her thighs.
Haoran had been thorough and demanding, his strength far beyond what her body was accustomed to, stretching her into positions that had tested the very limits of her flexibility.
She pulled the blanket tighter against her chest, her gaze fixed on the broad, steady line of Haoran's shoulders.
The emotions swirling in her chest were a tangled, complex web. Did she hate him? Did she feel used because he had taken her virginity while explicitly stating he felt no obligation to be "responsible" for her heart?
Strangely, she didn't feel the weight of a loss.
In a world where power was the only true currency, she had traded something ephemeral for a chance at the sublime.
And if ever her path eventually diverged from his and she was forced to marry another for the sake of her clan, she would simply offer a silent apology to a future husband for her lack of "purity."
To her, the experience had been an awakening, a cold splash of reality that washed away the flowery illusions of her youth.
"How are you feeling?" Haoran asked. He didn't turn around, his eyes remaining fixed on the cryptic characters of the book.
"Sore," Xueli answered, her voice slightly raspy.
She was being honest; there was no point in playing the coy maiden with a man who had already seen every inch of her.
Haoran gave a curt, almost clinical nod. "That's normal."
Xueli tilted her head, a stray thought crossing her mind.
Is it truly? In the romanticized novels shared among the female disciples of the academy, the "morning after" was always portrayed as a dream of sweetness, tender whispers, and spiritual bliss.
There was never any mention of the bone-deep lethargy or the localized throbbing that made even shifting her weight a chore.
She cursed those authors in her heart for beautifying a physical act into something it wasn't.
"By the way," Haoran spoke again, his voice dropping into a more contemplative register. "What do you think of that boy, Chu Fang?"
Xueli blinked, the sudden mention of the "lazy junior" feeling jarring in the quiet of the room. "Chu Fang? I think nothing in particular of him. He was a student I felt sorry for, nothing more. Why do you bring him up now?"
"What would you feel," Haoran continued, finally setting the book down and taking a slow sip of tea, "if he were to... disappear?"
"Nothing, I guess?" Xueli didn't hesitate.
The protective instinct she had felt for the "bullied" version of Chu Fang had been eroded by the unsettling, predatory look she had seen in his eyes at the library.
"Although it would bother me for a few days, it wouldn't really affect me. It's like caring for a single piece of grass, if it were to grow and spread, then good, if not, then it's just a piece of grass. If he vanishes, it is simply the way of the world."
"Is that so?" Haoran paused, his golden eyes narrowing as he stared at the wall.
In the cold, calculating theater of his mind, Haoran began to think of his experiences since he traveled to this backwater place.
He had already encountered three anomalies in this region.
Huo Yue was an important asset for him, her talent for alchemy and her connection to an ancient soul, and her future as the Flame Empress made her a perfect long-term investment.
Lin Feng, the System-bearer, was a useful beacon—a "Protagonist Magnet" that would save Haoran the trouble of hunting.
Tang Shan and the Ogre Seven were the anchors for Ning Xueli, a way to ensure her loyalty without resorting to crude mental manipulation.
But this Chu Fang... he was different from the rest of the protagonist he had encountered.
He had no unique physique, no high-tier beast bloodline, no ancient soul master, and practically offered nothing to the ARC Foundation.
His only value lay in the memories of an ancient expert or a future expert, which he can easily extract like what his mother did with his cousin.
So basically, he has no value keeping alive.
'A soul without utility is just a pest that knows too much,' Haoran thought.
So since he has no value alive, then he should at least offer his life for the greater good.
"Qing'er," Haoran said softly, his voice carrying through the mental link. "I'm done with the observation. Extract the memories and erase the source. Do it before the sun sets."
Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Opportunity
Ogre Academy.
At this moment, in the fighting ring of the academy, hundreds of students watched in shock and awe at the scene before them.
"No way..."
"He really won?"
"That trash actually defeated senior Buo!?"
At the center of the ring, Chu Fang stood tall, his chest heaving with a mixture of exertion and intoxicating triumph.
At his feet lay Buo Li, a notorious bully and the son of an influential Inner Court Elder, groveling in the dirt.
For Chu Fang, this was the moment he had dreamed of during his long nights of regret in his past life; being able to finally get his revenge on his bully.
In his past life, this man relied on pills and his father's influence to reach the peak of Golden Core Realm, and even betrayed the Allied Forces and joined the evil Spirit Hall.
Chu Fang was merely a Foundation Establishment realm at that time, a foot soldier, and he has always wished that he can inherit an Emperor's Legacy and kill that bully who tormented him.
Now, that wish was granted, and he basked in the stunned silence, feeling the weight of the "Awe" and "Amazement" radiating from the crowd.
'Did you see that? Hahaha!' Chu Fang's laughed in his mind as he looked at his calloused hands, feeling the lingering heat of the Kama Deva Sutra's initial circulation.
'This is just the first step! My ascent to Nirvana only begins today!'
But, at that moment, Buo Li, bruised and humiliated, scrambled to his feet, his face was a mask of purple rage, his finger trembling as he pointed it at Chu Fang.
"This is impossible! How could I lose to you?! You're trash! You've always been trash! Cheating! You must have cheated!"
Chu Fang merely smiled, a condescending, protagonist-like smirk. To him, these teenagers were like children playing with sticks. "Cheating? Do you have proof of that, or are you just crying because your pride is as fragile as your ribs? How dare you accuse me without a shred of evidence?"
Chu Fang doesn't know where he got this confidence from, but he wanted to provoke and humiliate this guy despite knowing his father could crush him easily.
It was as if deep in his mind, something was telling him that nothing bad will happen to him.
"You definitely cheated!" Buo Li roared. "How dare you!"
Chu Fang simply snorted in disdain, "You say I cheated, so I cheated? By that logic, I say I fucked your mom! Would you call me daddy as well!?"
"You! You! You—!" Unable to come up with a counter, Buo Li turned away from Chu Fang and bowed deeply toward the officiating elder, a man named Elder Han who served as the day's referee. "Elder, please! I demand justice! Look at him! He was a zero yesterday—there is no way he could beat me fairly! He has insulted the sanctity of this Academy!"
At the same time, Buo Li also moved his neck, causing a necklace he wore to sway.
This necklace was given to him by his father, the symbol of his father and family, and seeing this is like seeing his father.
By showing this, Buo Li was basically threatening the elder.
Elder Han, a 1st Stage Foundation Establishment expert, of course knew this, and he felt a cold sweat break out under his robes.
With his spiritual sense, he knew exactly what had happened: Chu Fang had won fair and square with a sudden, explosive surge of refined Qi.
Buo Li lost because he was inferior, and there was no cheating involved.
But Elder Han was no hero; he knew that Buo Li's father was a Core Formation powerhouse who could end his career with a single letter, so he doesn't dare go against him.
He can only apologise for this student in his heart.
Steeling his heart for an act of blatant corruption, the elder stepped forward, his face hardening into a mask of "impartial" severity.
He approached Chu Fang, his aura pressing down on the boy. "Disciple Chu, if you have nothing to hide, you would not mind if I performed a cursory check of your meridians to satisfy Disciple Buo's concerns?"
Chu Fang snorted, crossing his arms. He was confident, after all he didn't cheat, he didn't even used pills! "Of course! Check all you want! Let everyone see that this 'genius' just can't accept a loss!"
Elder Han reached out and gripped Chu Fang's wrist, and even pretended to close his eyes in deep concentration, but beneath the surface, he was secretly crushing a small wax pellet of Crimson Root Powder—a substance that mimicked the residue of forbidden stimulants—into Chu Fang's sleeve.
Suddenly, the elder's eyes snapped open in feigned horror. "This... This is! A Sun-Burst Strengthening Pill! I can feel the volatile residue burning in your veins! Chu Fang, you have used a forbidden substance to boost your strength and draw out your potential! You have committed a grave crime against the Academy's rules!"
The crowd immediately erupted.
"What?! So he really did cheat?!"
"As expected! I knew there was no way Senior Buo could lose to a bottom-dweller!"
"How disgraceful! To use pills in a friendly spar!"
Chu Fang's world suddenly tilted. Pills? What pills? Where would he even get the money to buy pills!?
"What?! No! You're lying!" He tried to pull his arm away, his eyes wide with the realization that the "fair" world he thought he could conquer was rigged against him. "I didn't use any pills! You! Elder, is this how you uphold the law?! You're framing me!"
He finally realized, this elder was surely bought off!
The elder ignored his cries, his voice booming with authority. "Where is the Disciplinary Squad?! Call them immediately and take this boy for questioning! We must determine where he obtained such restricted medicine!"
Chu Fang's heart plummeted into an abyss of fear. "No! There must be a mistake! I didn't use a pill! Search my room! Search my body! I really didn't have any pills!"
But the machinery of the Academy was already in motion.
From the edges of the field, a group of disciples in stark black uniforms—the Disciplinary Squad—sprinted forward.
They moved with mechanical efficiency, pinning Chu Fang to the ground.
He then felt the cold bite of Spirit-Suppressing Handcuffs snapping around his wrists, binding his hands painfully behind his back.
"No! This is slander! You are slandering me!" Chu Fang roared, his face pressed into the dirt, the dirt he had just stood upon in triumph. "Let me go! That elder is a liar! I am a genius! I'm not a cheater! Just you wait, I will remember this!"
In a novel, during situations like this, the heroine would appear to save the protagonist, and in case of Chu Fang, his destined heroine was Ning Xueli.
So at this moment, Ning Xueli would have sensed the injustice, descended like a goddess, and used her family's prestige to shield him.
He would have been vindicated, and the elder would have been the one to crawl.
Then, using that momentum, he would slap everyone in the face, show his righteousness, and the heroine would gain some favourable image of him.
But at this moment, his destined heroine was miles away, her voice muffled by the silken sheets of a royal bed, her attention entirely claimed by a man who had already decided Chu Fang's fate.
No one was coming to save this anomaly.
Buo Li stepped forward, his smirk returning as he watched his rival being dragged away like a common criminal.
He cupped his hands toward Elder Han, his voice dripping with false humility. "Thank you, Elder, for upholding the justice of our Academy. The heavens truly have eyes."
The elder hummed, smoothing his beard as he watched the Disciplinary Squad haul the screaming Chu Fang toward the interrogation dungeons. "It is merely what I should do, Disciple Buo. The Academy has no place for those who seek shortcuts."
He sighed. What a pity for someone so young and talented. If he didn't challenge Buo Li, if he first gained favor from another elder to gain some backing, then things would've been different.
Alas... Still so impulsive. Elder Han shook his head. There is no need to think about that boy anymore, with Buo Li's connection, imprisoning him for the rest of his life would be easy.
"Elder Han, as a thank you for your service and also for your righteousness, I would like to invite you for dinner." Said Buo Li.
Elder Han now felt like abandoning that one student for a connection with Buo Li was not a bad deal.
"Ah, young master Buo, no need, no need, I am just doing my job."
Buo Li shook his head, "Please, elder Han, I insist."
"This... Very well, thank you for the invitation, young master."
And at this moment, Qinq'er, who was hidden in the shadows, watched the hypocritical exchange of this elder and young man in disdain.
But, with this, her job just became easier.
Her Young Master's order was clear: Extract and Erase, and the Academy's dungeons would provide the perfect, silent theater for the end of this anomaly's story.