Her body, once a vessel of purity, now begged for defilement, craving the very corruption she was meant to resist.
Zhao's eyes gleamed with triumph as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, plunging his tongue past her lips to dominate the sacred space within.
Mwaaaaaa... Mmmmm...
The act was a blatant violation, a desecration of the divine, and yet, the master responded with a fervor that belied her supposed virtue.
Mmm... Ammmmm.....hmmmm..
Moans escaped her throat, muffled by the press of Zhao's lips, as her hands clenched the fabric of his robes, pulling him closer.
The heat between them was palpable, a tangible force that threatened to consume them both.
With this done, she believed she would be on the good side of Zhao.
...
Breaking the kiss, Zhao trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate jade skin, leaving marks of possession.
"You taste like ambrosia," he growled, his breath hot against her ear.
"I'll savor every drop of your essence,"
The master's head fell back, exposing the column of her throat to Zhao's ravenous mouth.
She was lost, drowning in a sea of sensation, her sacred vows forgotten in the face of raw, primal desire.
With a deft hand, Zhao parted her slick folds, his fingers delving into the molten heat of her sacred cave that remained unexplored for ages.
"Uuuuu..... Nnnghhhhh,"
The master's back arched, a sharp cry escaping her as he stroked her most intimate places, coaxing forth pleasure she had never known.
"It seems even the gods weep at your depravity," Zhao whispered, his voice thick with lust.
"Ye Chen's tears are but the beginning. Soon, the heavens themselves will mourn the loss of your purity,"
As Zhao's fingers pumped in and out of her, the master's mind splintered, overwhelmed by the intensity of her arousal.
She was no longer the paragon of virtue, but a wanton creature, driven by base instincts, the profound mind that was being overwhelmed by the fog of primordial lust.
All while Ye Chen continued to watch with eyes wide open.
The way she blushed so red like a ripe tomato ready to be plucked, the way her body responded to Zhao's touch, the way she was so wet for an evil man like him.
It was arousing... Highly arousing, if he could, he would have taken his Yang rod into his own mouth, sadly, he wasn't that flexible and his Yang rod was limp with broken yang meridians.
Ahhh, Master... Master... I want to see you... I want to see you suck his rod... I want to see you take him into your mouth... master... My pure master...
His holy mind was having impure thoughts, perhaps, a side effect of a broken Yang meridian.
...
All while,
With a final, brutal thrust, Zhao buried his fingers deep within the master's quivering heat, his palm pressing firmly against her sensitive blossom tip. (Clit)
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
The master's world shattered, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave, rendering her insensate.
As the aftershocks rippled through her, Zhao withdrew his hand, leaving her empty and aching.
"Haah* Haah* Haah*..."
The master's legs trembled, barely able to support her weight, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The newly formed body was very hard to adjust, and highly sensitive... The scared floor of the residence was covered in her jade fluids.
With a smirk, Zhao straightened his robes, his eyes never leaving the master's debauched form.
"A most satisfactory start,"
He purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
"But we've only begun to unravel the threads of your sanctimony, I hope the master can handle all of it,"
The master, still reeling from the intensity of her climax, could only stare at Zhao in mute defiance, her body still thrumming with the echoes of her pleasure.
She knew, in that moment, that she was irrevocably changed, her once-immaculate soul now tainted by the sin of her own desires.
As if sensing her turmoil, Zhao's expression softened, a hint of something akin to tenderness flickering in his gaze.
"Fear not,"
He murmured, reaching out to stroke a stray lock of hair from her face.
"For in embracing your debauchery, you shall find a freedom you never knew existed. Ye Chen need not witness your downfall, for, in the end, it shall be his salvation... This Zhao doesn't lie, so forth, I fear the tribulation,"
The master's eyes widened at Zhao's words, a spark of understanding igniting within her. In that moment, she saw the true nature of their twisted game; a dance of corruption and redemption, where only the strongest would emerge unscathed.
With a nod, she accepted her fate, her resolve hardened by the knowledge that she would not go gently into the chamber.
She quickly glanced at Ye Chen inside the jade, but it was horrifying...
He had his mouth wide open with saliva drooling down his chin, not just that, but he even shoved his fist up his back hole, a gruesome scene that left her terrified.
Was this the same Ye Chen she knew?
How disguising... So vulgar.
She felt like Young Master Zhao was the salvation that saved her from the unholy grace of Ye Chen.
She quickly turnaround and looked at the fearless, dustless, peerless face of Zhao Fan.
It was better.
She brushed deep pink...
"Please carry this one to the bed...." She said before looking down the floor, witnessing her own shameful reflection on the jade nectar of her previous release.
Zhao's eyes gleamed with approval at the master's submissive tone, a smirk playing on his lips as he scooped her up into his arms.
"As you wish," he said, carrying her towards the plush bed that dominated the center of the opulent chamber.
The master's gaze remained fixed on the floor, her cheeks burning with shame as she registered the extent of the mess she had made.
Jade fluids stained the once-pristine tiles, a vivid reminder of the depths of her depravity... Did she released really so much?
She shamefully buried her face into his chest, as he carried her like a princess.
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( A/n: on 1-10 how shameful is Ye Chen )