Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Lin Xuan chuckled, a laugh that sounded sinister to Zhao Min.

"The first thing isn't difficult. It's just that you, Princess, call me a few nice things to warm my heart. First... call me 'husband' and let me hear it."

"What?!" Zhao Min was struck dumb. She was being asked to call a complete lecherous scoundrel her husband? This was worse than death! "Don't even think about it!"

"Oh?" Lin Xuan's tone instantly turned cold, and the hands around her soft waist began to wander, slowly moving downwards, as if to explore that last forbidden area. "It seems the princess is unwilling? Then I'll just have to use my own methods to have a 'deep' exchange with the princess. Anyway, once the deed is done, you'll have no choice but to cry out..."

"No!" Zhao Min exclaimed in shock, feeling that hand touch the edge of her mysterious and secluded valley. Her whole body stiffened, and all her persistence and bottom line completely collapsed at this moment.

She remained silent for a moment, as if she had used up all her strength. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. What does this little bit of humiliation matter compared to preserving her innocence?

She gritted her teeth, her lips almost bleeding, and squeezed out two words through the gaps: "Husband..."

The voice was harsh and cold, filled with resentment and gnashing hatred.

"Hmm?" Lin Xuan snorted in dissatisfaction. "Is the princess calling her husband or her enemy? Her voice is not gentle at all, it has no emotion. Try again! Call her more gently, more tenderly, like... you really love me."

Zhao Min trembled with rage. This villain was simply pushing his luck! But she had no choice. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down and imagine that she was acting in a play.

She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her expression was both charming and alluring, and her voice had indeed become much softer, carrying a hint of deliberately forced coquettishness and tenderness: "My...husband..."

This sound, though still somewhat stiff, was much better than before.

Lin Xuan felt a surge of joy. Being called "husband" by this willful, capricious, and exceptionally intelligent princess was such a pleasant feeling!

"Hmm, not bad, you've improved." He nodded in satisfaction, then added, "Just calling me 'husband' isn't enough; it makes our relationship seem distant. How about this, call me 'father' again and let me hear it."

"You...you've gone too far!" Zhao Min's anger, which had just subsided, was instantly reignited. Calling someone "husband" was already a great humiliation, and now she was being forced to call him "father"? This was utterly absurd and a trampling on her dignity!

"Oh? Is that going too far?" Lin Xuan's fingers became "mischievous" again, gently circling the edge of her most sensitive spot. "I have something even more outrageous to do. Do you want to try? Your body is truly a rare gem, Princess. I haven't even tasted it yet..."

The blatant threat once again shattered Zhao Min's psychological defenses.

She gave in.

Compared to the most terrible things that are about to happen, a form of address seems less unacceptable.

Her lips trembled, and in a barely audible voice, filled with shame and indignation, she uttered a single word: "Father...Father..."

The voice was so faint it was like a mosquito's hum, filled with boundless grievance and shame.

"What? The wind is too strong, I can't hear you." Lin Xuan deliberately put his ear close to her mouth. "Princess, speak louder so that your father can hear you properly."

"Father!" Zhao Min cried out almost as she closed her eyes, her voice trembling with sobs.

"No, no, that's not the feeling." Lin Xuan shook his finger, commenting in a "professional" manner. "It needs to be gentle, with a childlike affection, like a little daughter being affectionate with her father. Come on, say it again, be gentler."

Zhao Min felt like she was going crazy. But she knew she couldn't fight back.

She gave up struggling, and with a forced, gentle voice, trembling slightly, she called out, "Father..."

That one "Father" was charming and lovely, infinitely beautiful, melodious and captivating, tender and alluring, as if it truly contained a thousand emotions.

Lin Xuan's bones melted at the sound, and he was overjoyed.

Damn it, having Princess Shaomin, who manipulates heroes of the martial arts world, call him both husband and father, is incredibly satisfying!

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Author's Note: I'm currently writing a side story, so updates have been less frequent lately. Please forgive me. This chapter should be quite exciting. Please vote to urge for more updates; I'll try my best to reach the word count.

Chapter 58: A Jade Pendant as a Souvenir

That soft and seductive "Father" made Lin Xuan feel as if half of his bones had gone limp.

Lin Xuan sighed contentedly and said in a tone of "gratification" like an elder:

"Ah, that's right. I'm so happy that the princess is so obedient."

He paused, then changed his tone, becoming quite serious.

"Alright, the first thing, Princess, you did very well, I'm very satisfied. Now, let's move on to the second thing."

Zhao Min's heart leaped into her throat once again.

She was like a fish on a chopping board, with no choice but to be slaughtered.

She dared not resist, and could only ask with difficulty, her voice trembling, "What...is the second thing?"

"hey-hey……"

Lin Xuan's laughter echoed in the room, and to Zhao Min, it sounded even more jarring than the howls of a demon.

He said slowly, "The second thing is quite simple. Princess, have you ever heard the saying, 'A thief never leaves empty-handed'?"

Zhao Min felt a chill run down her spine, puzzled by his meaning.

Lin Xuan continued explaining in his lewd tone:

"I am a lecherous thief. My favorite thing is to plunder flowers! Today, seeing such a peerless beauty as the princess, I have to keep my promise and cannot take advantage of her. Can you imagine how frustrated I am?"

As he spoke, his hand began to wander and gently trace circles around her slender waist.

The skin beneath her fingertips was as smooth as silk, yet slightly taut with tension, and that slight tremor added an indescribable allure.

"I can give up the princess's body, but I'm burning with anger! If I keep this anger inside, it will make me sick. Princess, what should I do?"

Although Zhao Min is exceptionally intelligent and unmatched in political intrigue, she is as pure as a blank sheet of paper when it comes to matters of love.

She grew up in the royal palace, surrounded by wealthy and noble people, and was always exposed to important military and national affairs. She had never heard such vulgar language from the streets.

She simply assumed the other person was demanding some kind of compensation, completely failing to grasp the deeper meaning of "very angry".

"You're...very hot-tempered?"

Blindfolded, she could only judge the other person's emotions by their voice, and repeated the sentence somewhat blankly.

"That's right!" Lin Xuan's voice sounded self-righteous. "I let such a beautiful woman like you go, that's a favor! You have to make it up to me, you have to repay me! I don't want your body, but you have to repay me in some other way, right?"

Zhao Min was so angry that she trembled all over.

Repayment? Compensation?

That shameless scoundrel! He broke into my room, subdued me with despicable means, saw and touched my body thoroughly, and even humiliated me in that... that unbelievable way!

And now, he actually has the nerve to say he wants to make it up to him?!

How could there be such a shameless person in the world!

"What...what kind of compensation do you want?" Zhao Min asked.

"Hehe, simple, super simple!"

Lin Xuan's laughter was filled with malice. He brought his mouth close to Zhao Min's delicate ear and whispered:

"The princess's little mouth is so rosy and lovely, and her voice was so beautiful when she called out 'husband' and 'father' just now. I imagine it would be wonderful to use it for something else..."

"Just use your cherry lips to give me a good blowjob and let me vent my anger, and that'll be the end of it. How about that, fair?"

Playing the flute?

Zhao Min was taken aback at first.

Immediately, even someone as intelligent as her, who was completely ignorant of human affairs, understood from the other party's extremely lewd tone and the word "release" how filthy and disgusting this request was.

In an instant, the last trace of color drained from that incomparably beautiful face, turning it as pale as paper.

"Splash—"

Before she could react, Lin Xuan had already stood up from behind her.

The water level in the bathtub suddenly dropped.

Although Zhao Min's eyes were covered and she couldn't see what was in front of her, she could clearly feel the hot body in front of her leaving her and hear the sound of water sliding down his body.

She could imagine a naked man standing in front of her, looking down at her... about to force her to do that... that kind of thing that even the thought of it made her feel dirty and disgusted.

Just now, I was forced to call him "husband" and "father"...

Now, he's going to use that same method to defile himself again...

From childhood to adulthood, she was the apple of her father's eye, the most dazzling rose in Mongolia, and Princess Shaomin, who attracted the attention of countless heroes.

She had never suffered such humiliation before!

All the strength, composure, and pretense were utterly shattered at this moment.

A profound sorrow and despair welled up within her; her lips trembled, and a suppressed sob escaped her throat, eventually turning into a low cry.

A hot tear spilled from the corner of her covered eye, sliding silently down her pale cheek.

The crying was not like the loud wailing of an ordinary woman, but a kind of extremely suppressed sobbing filled with endless grievances and shame, which broke people's hearts.

Lin Xuan stood there, looking at the scene of pear blossoms in the rain, and his heart couldn't help but stir slightly.

A stunningly beautiful woman, blindfolded and naked, sat helplessly in a bathtub. Her fair, jade-like shoulders trembled slightly as she let out pitiful sobs.

This scene is both extremely sensual and extremely poignant, enough to arouse any man's most primal desire to conquer and... protect.

"Oh dear, why is the princess crying? Her face is all stained with tears, which makes her look less beautiful."

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly, knowing that today's show had come to an end.

If we push her any further, this proud and arrogant princess might really suffer a mental breakdown.

He bent down, extended his fingers, and with surprisingly gentle movements, softly wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks.

The warmth of those fingers caused Zhao Min's sobs to pause slightly.

"Very well, very well." Lin Xuan's voice sounded like it carried a hint of helpless sigh. "Although I am a lecherous scoundrel who has committed all sorts of evil deeds, I cannot bear to see a beautiful woman shed tears. Today, I will show mercy and make an exception for the princess."

Zhao Min's crying stopped abruptly; she could hardly believe her ears.

This capricious and unpredictable villain... would actually let me go?

"However..." Lin Xuan changed the subject again, "The second thing today is something the princess owes me. You must remember this well, you still owe me something. Whenever I'm in a good mood or a bad mood, I may come to you to collect it. At that time, it won't be as easy to talk to you as it is today."

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger and stepped directly out of the bathtub.

The sound of rushing water filled the air, and Zhao Min realized that the other person had truly left. Her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled down, and she collapsed into the bathtub, feeling utterly exhausted.

The relief of surviving the ordeal made her momentarily forget the numbness in her body and the humiliation of her situation.

Lin Xuan walked behind the screen and quickly dressed himself. But he didn't leave immediately; instead, he went to where Zhao Min had taken off her clothes.

"A thief never leaves empty-handed. Although I didn't get to enjoy her beauty, I should at least take something as a souvenir, so that I won't forget that the princess still owes me something."

He muttered to himself as he rummaged through Zhao Min's neatly folded clothes.

Soon, his fingers touched a warm, cool object.

He picked it up and saw that it was a high-quality mutton-fat white jade pendant. It was warm to the touch and the craftsmanship was extraordinary, clearly not an ordinary item.

“Hmm, this jade pendant is nice, it looks quite valuable, it’s mine now.” He said in a mercenary tone.

When Zhao Min, who was in the bathtub, heard that he wanted to take the jade pendant, her reaction was a hundred times more intense than when she had been humiliated earlier.

"No!"

She cried out urgently, her voice filled with unprecedented anxiety, "That thing...that thing is very important to me! Take whatever you want, a gold hairpin, a pearl hairpin, just give me back that one!"

This jade pendant was placed on her head by her mother when she was a teenager.

Her mother passed away from illness when she was very young, and this jade pendant was one of the few keepsakes her mother left her, and her only memento. She never took it off, but today, after bathing, she carefully took it off and placed it on her clothes.

To her, the value of this jade pendant far surpassed that of a thousand troops and ten thousand taels of gold.

Upon hearing her urgent tone, Lin Xuan knew he had taken the right thing.

He grinned mischievously, tossing the jade pendant in his hand, and said, "Oh? It's very important to you? Then I'll definitely take it. Important things are never easily forgotten."

He walked to the screen, leaned out, and looked at the helpless yet angry, delicate figure in the bathtub, and said slowly:

“Princess, remember, you still owe me one thing. When you finish this matter for me, I might be in a good mood and return this jade pendant that is so important to you.”

After saying that, he didn't say anything more. With a flash, he slipped out of the window like a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the deep night.

Inside the room, only Zhao Min remained, along with the deathly silence that lingered after the passionate encounter.

After a while, the tingling sensation that had immobilized her slowly receded like the tide.

Zhao Min felt that her fingers could finally move.

She abruptly stood up from the bathtub, splashing water everywhere, but didn't care. She ripped off the blindfold and looked around.

The room was empty except for the window, which was half-open, letting in a cool night breeze.

It was as if everything that had just happened was a vividly real nightmare.