These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

My emotions are becoming increasingly swayed by the other person, allowing them to take whatever they want.

They couldn't even muster the slightest strength to resist.

The fact that she was being called by her name so directly, as if the master-disciple relationship was being disregarded, made Lu Qingyan tremble even more violently.

She seemed to be hoping for something, but couldn't be sure if she could really afford the price of release.

Restraint and patience are maintained, and pleasure is secretly found in these visible, subtle gaps.

This is perhaps Lu Qingyan's truest state of mind right now.

"Let me go..."

She squinted, seemingly enduring pain, yet also enduring a kind of pleasure. Or perhaps it was some indistinguishable entanglement somewhere in between.

Saying such things may be meaningless and may just be self-deception.

Wei Tu did not listen to her this time.

"I call you Qingyan."

He said softly.

Lu Qingyan's earlobes became visibly glistening and pink.

"So what..."

"In other words, you are not my master for the time being, and I will not listen to you."

"You traitor...you wretched child...!"

"boom!"

Lu Qingyan gritted her teeth and cursed the other party with a red face, but her words lacked any real force. They were more like a tickle or a breath in the boy's ear.

Therefore, Wei Tu adopted the simplest and most effective method, such as directly tackling the woman to the ground.

Wei Tu pressed the woman to the floor once again, while simultaneously pressing his hot body against her slender, beautiful back.

Lu Qingyan's back is beautiful. Because of her cultivation, she has sword bones, so the woman's shoulders and back are very well-defined, almost like they were sculpted.

The golden ratio, the striking lines, and the flawless skin with its crystalline glow not only ignite a passion but also make it irresistible.

Pressing her to the ground and feeling the lines of her back wasn't enough.

Wei Tu reached out and pulled her dress open from top to bottom, his movements not gentle, but even somewhat rough.

So much so that the aloof and beautiful woman, caught off guard for a moment, let out a gasp of surprise.

When she came to her senses, she felt a cool sensation on her shoulder. She hurriedly covered her bra, but this only exposed her shoulder blades to the other person's view.

Wei Tu did not act rashly or do anything too outrageous.

Instead, it felt more ceremonial or emotionally intense as they leaned their bare chests against the cool back, their hot chests pressed against the cool back.

The instantaneous contact was like hot steel being immersed in water.

Although there wasn't an exaggerated buzzing sound, it was enough to make Lu Qingyan gasp softly and collapse limply onto the floor.

Wei Tu completely pinned her down, like a parasite.

His hands precisely covered the backs of Lu Qingyan's hands, making it seem as if the two of them had become one.

The two people, almost naked from the waist up, created a scene that seemed to hold a mysterious meaning.

"Look at me, don't I look like a traitor?"

Wei Tu spoke softly, the heat almost penetrating through her thick hair and reaching the woman's delicate ears.

Being pinned down like this, Lu Qingyan naturally felt a sense of shame.

Despite his extraordinary talent over the years, and the fear he wielded with his sword, only this young man had so thoroughly subdued him and so brazenly humiliated him.

A feeling of being conquered seemed to creep into the woman's mind. She felt that she should feel more anger than anything else because of this treatment, but she wasn't as angry as she thought she would be.

There is only a kind of unsatisfied desire, even a wish that the other person would be more unrestrained and ruthless towards them.

Especially when she thought that the boy pressing down on her body was her disciple, her emotions seemed to become even more uncontrollable.

The thought that a master who should be calm, composed, and respectful of etiquette was being pinned down and indulged in pleasure by his own unruly and rebellious disciple... seemed to stir up another side of Lu Qingyan's heart.

That was the opposite of what she kept talking about as a master-disciple relationship and ethical norms.

"You are the traitor..."

Her hands were firmly held and stroked by Wei Tu, making it seem as if she couldn't even make a fist.

Her cheeks were pressed against the floor, her hair cascading down like messy black branches.

Her legs were tightly clamped together, and wrapped around her were the boy's strong legs.

At this moment, they seemed to be recklessly entangled together, completely disregarding the outside world, completely disregarding whether such a posture was beautiful or ugly, and completely following their body's instincts.

To completely integrate another person.

The desire to become one with the other person.

"Yes, I am a traitor. I became a traitor when I had improper thoughts about you."

Unreasonable desires...

Knowing full well that it's an improper thought, why do it anyway...?

Lu Qingyan bit her thin lips, her cheeks flushed a deep pink, like a brilliant sunset.

"Since this is an unreasonable desire..."

"Since this is an unreasonable idea, why not carry it out?"

Wei Tu gently kissed her hair, then her delicate neck, which was without a single wrinkle.

"What are you saying... you wicked disciple! How could you... huff..."

Lu Qingyan wanted to denounce the other party, but she had only uttered half a sentence when she felt the other party gently bite the back of her neck. It was a very slight touch, but it brought a noticeable electric current, making her unable to help but take deep breaths to prevent herself from letting out an alluring and shameful moan.

She knew how embarrassing it would be, and she also knew she should stand up and push the other person away.

But that's often how people are; even though they know what they're supposed to do, for all sorts of reasons, they can never quite manage to do it all.

For example, right now, or rather, every time he forces himself on me, I feel weak and unable to resist. My strength and mental state seem to have vanished, perhaps all of them are under his control.

Wei Tu released his lips and his teeth, looking at the fine teeth marks he had left on the other person's snow-white skin, and kissed him with satisfaction.

"That's how it is... Because it goes against common sense, because it crosses the line, because it contradicts what everyone thinks is right, that's why people have the urge to continue, right?"

"What kind of twisted logic is this...!"

Lu Qingyan wanted to free her hands.

Wei Tu seemed to have noticed this, and he also let go of her hands, but it was only after the woman had just propped herself up that she was able to do so.

The boy's hands, however, abandoned their support and instead bypassed her armpits, reaching directly onto her full breasts.

Then hold on tightly, like a mountaineer unwilling to give up on a protruding rock in front of him.

It was his last straw.

"what……!"

The woman let out a soft, pitiful moan.

She collapsed to the ground again, but this time she pressed Wei Tu's hands against her firm chest.

Now, there's no way to extricate myself; I can only let the other party run rampant.

His hands, like slippery eels, slipped into her clothes, making precise and unreserved contact.

His fingers were so unrestrained, his lips and teeth rubbing against his back.

It was almost double the pressure, which also became double the stimulus.

As a result, Lu Qingyan was unable to say a word and could only tremble under the other party's provocation.

Like a small boat tossed about in a storm.

The colder she was, the more sensitive and vulnerable she became in the hands of this young man.

It seemed so vulnerable, unable to withstand any test or provocation.

Between those warm, panting breaths, my back felt as if it were soaked with sweat.

His voice reached his ears, accurate and deep.

A hoarse voice possesses a unique beauty, as if it touches one's heartstrings.

“Lu Qingyan…besides not wanting to leave you alone…I also want to tell you that you are mine…I will not allow you to not belong to me.”

"I am your master..."

Lu Qingyan closed her eyes, almost giving up.

"so what?"

"But……"

"To hell with 'buts,' there are no 'buts.' All I know is that I want to make you happy in my own way, I want to have you, even if you care about those other things, I will make you gradually forget them. Perhaps I was too lenient with Master before..."

"What……?"

"From now on, I will make my master a plaything that I both cherish and love."

Playing with... toys...? PS: I checked it out, thankfully it's not lymphoma or anything like that... I was terrified, it's just a boil, caused by internal heat. But it's too big, I need to get IV drips for a few days to see if the swelling goes down, then I can apply medication. If not, I'll have to have surgery. Sigh...

15 From Heaven to Hell

Calling it a plaything is a bit of an exaggeration; at least Wei Tu didn't entirely mean it that way.

However, he knew clearly that not only did this woman need some strong words to break her self-imposed constraints, but he also needed to release the tension he always felt because of this woman.

Vulgar language is certainly included in this category.

It's not just the combination of poetry and painting that makes something beautiful; sometimes, it's necessary to satisfy the wildness that's been suppressed within.

Humans have a wild streak and a destructive desire, but they are bound and restrained by shackles such as morality and vanity. As a result, things called justice and bottom lines have emerged in the world.