These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

However, this does not mean that eliminating all desires is the right thing to do.

Because happiness is always an instinct, it is difficult to achieve through restraint.

When he felt the woman's body tremble slightly, clearly as excited as he was, he felt even more satisfied with what he had just said.

Who says only disobedient sect leaders can be disciplined?

Even disobedient masters are disciplined in the same way; there are no techniques, only emotions.

"I am your master..."

The woman's protests were incoherent, but to little avail; her mind was so confused that she seemed unaware of what she was saying.

She simply allowed the boy's actions to demand and violate her without limit.

She could even feel the boy's scent lingering on her beautiful back, though how it was left there was hard to say.

Wei Tu, standing behind her, spoke incoherently, but managed to answer when he had a spare moment.

"It's interesting precisely because it's a master. If it's the master disciplining the disciple, then there's no fun at all. But if it's the other way around, isn't that exciting? Master, turn over, I want to play in front."

It's hard to imagine, at least it's different from what Lu Qingyan thought.

Even in the dead of night, she had fantasized about the boy brutally violating her, but it would never be like this.

Everything was said directly, clearly, simply, and bluntly.

The brutality seemed to shatter one's defenses against normalcy, as if some strange yet exciting emotion was breaking through the wall.

The inability to resist also seems to be a lack of desire to resist.

Even such vulgar words were uttered, and Lu Qingyan felt ashamed, but not in a hysterical sense of shame or indignation. It was as if, under the constant provocation of the other party's words, her bottom line was being lowered and broken down little by little.

In his presence, I felt like I had truly become a shameless, dissolute woman with no moral compass whatsoever.

She even said such outrageous things as "playing games," yet she had no idea of ​​using her power to teach her apprentice a lesson.

Instead, she bit her lip and offered the most futile verbal resistance.

"What did you say! Don't be so insolent! You...you really think I won't hit you?!"

Wei Tu didn't care about any of that. He pulled his hands away and flipped the woman's body over.

The movements were skillful, simple, and straightforward, almost like flipping a fish over in a pan.

Then Lu Qingyan lay on the floor facing Wei Tu.

Wei Tu braced his hands on the edge of her hair.

Looking down at Lu Qingyan, he revealed that familiar wicked smile.

Not gentle at all, but extremely aggressive.

"Of course you can fight... Look, aren't there all the marks on your body from your fights?"

He showed the woman all the scars on his upper body.

When Lu Qingyan saw the shocking wound, she seemed to recall her previous madness, and she turned her face away in shame, unable to look directly at it.

Their guilty conscience couldn't be more obvious.

However, Wei Tu had no intention of letting the woman's guilty conscience go unpunished. On the contrary, as if he had found a loophole, he pressed his advantage.

He slowly lowered himself until his chest touched her firm breasts.

It's like a mountaintop touching the clouds on the horizon.

They are neither too close nor too distant, yet connected by a single thread.

He spoke softly.

“You’ll hit me, but you can’t bring yourself to do it now, right? But I won’t be soft-hearted. You’ve been too good to me, so I allow you to be a little bad to me. Similarly, I’ve been too good to you, so you have to allow me to be a little bad too.”

"You...you're more than just a little bad..."

"It's indeed not simple."

"Rip—!"

This sound caught Lu Qingyan off guard.

She never expected that her strapless top would be ripped to shreds by the boy.

The fabric fluttered in the air, and at the same time, she felt an unusual coolness on her hot chest.

"Wei Tu...!"

"Call her Tu'er."

"Well……!"

The woman seemed to want to stop the boy's actions for a moment, but it seemed to be of no use, because she was quickly overwhelmed and unable to speak.

She writhed on the floor, feeling as if she were being swept into a vortex, her body conveying precise sensations.

Pulling and tearing, yet flowing gently.

She even began to get confused in this vortex and no longer knew what she was doing.

Even unconscious compliance cannot be stopped.

She was out of control, not only the current situation, but she herself seemed to be out of control.

She couldn't help but reach out and press her hands against the back of the boy's head, her fingers running through his black hair.

The sensation of being caressed seemed to counteract the pleasure on her chest.

Such pleasure can make one's mind go blank, and one lose all sense of where they are. She seems to be able to follow her body's instincts, ignoring his words and unconsciously cooperating with his actions.

Perhaps... it's not that I can't resist it, perhaps my truest self is just like this... wanting him to treat me like this, wanting... everything from him?

Lu Qingyan dared not think too deeply about it; a woman like her was prone to self-deception.

They take things one step at a time, allowing the other side to advance step by step. They know exactly how the situation has gradually reached this point, but they have no countermeasures and instead repeat the same mistakes time and time again.

"Qingyan..."

His call came through the hazy mist.

The sound was already very low; she could even feel the other person's shoulders by slightly squeezing her legs together.

This distance and this posture made the woman inexplicably flustered.

"No...no..."

The boy looked up at her.

"Still lying. You keep saying you don't want it, but even Yu the Great couldn't control this flood, right? I'll have to do it."

"no no……"

The woman's struggles, her expression of shame and indignation, and her look of biting her lip until it bled all seemed to demonstrate her resistance at this moment.

But not long after that.

Such resistance takes on a different form.

"Tu'er...Tu'er..."

Just as Wei Turu had said, she was gradually becoming the person he hoped for, saying the things he wanted to hear...

-

"That's how things are, so I hope the sect leader can be a witness when the time comes."

Inside the Baoguang Hall.

Lin Ruoyin said this to the woman in the white dress who was holding a red letter in her hand.

The indifferent, aloof, even cold-blooded woman stared at the letter in her hand, her fingers gently stroking the red cover.

She suddenly smiled.

"Is it necessary for me to attend their wedding? I'm not so lowly as to officiate at my disciple's wedding."

Ran Xinxue's gaze never fell on Lin Ruoyin's face.

Her voice sounded exceptionally cold, as if she had no place in this world.

Lin Ruoyin, however, felt it was nothing out of the ordinary. She didn't panic, but simply said calmly.

“Under normal circumstances, it is indeed unnecessary for the sect leader to attend… but I think the sect leader should keep these two disciples in mind. With Wei Tu’s current strength and realm, it is an indisputable fact that he will become the backbone of the Yuanjian Sect in the future. He may even become the most dazzling figure in the entire Nanjian Prefecture… ah, no, he already is. So at this time, we should treat him better.”

Ran Xinxue sneered.

"Since when does it become necessary for the sect leader to show such deference in person to train a disciple? Should I just marry him then?"

Lin Ruoyin glanced at Ran Xinxue, but when she saw the way Ran Xinxue was staring at her, she turned her head away.

"That's not what I meant. It's just appropriate, a short visit, nothing more... Besides, he made significant contributions during the sect's previous turmoil, didn't he?"

"..."

Ran Xinxue fell silent, staring at the letter in her hand.

Lin Ruoyin seemed to understand something, and she said softly.

"Then we'll await the Sect Master's arrival. Sect Master, please get some rest. I'll be going now."

Lin Ruoyin left Baoguang Hall step by step.

As the door closed, the candlelight inside the Baoguang Hall flickered slightly, its glow shimmering on the windows, creating a play of light and shadow.

Ran Xinxue, holding the red letter in her hand, stood silently for a long time.

She looked at the red letter and felt a sense of joy emanating from it even before she opened it.

Joyful...hehehe...

"Snapped!"

The letter, stained with fresh snow, was flung several meters away, landing on the floor with a dull thud.

It was like a resounding slap in the face.

But it felt as if the slap had landed not on the floor, but on his own face.

She hated this feeling, hated the letter, and hated even more the thing Lin Ruoyin brought that made her mood instantly sour, as if she had hit rock bottom.