Upon entering, Li Ke felt a warmth, but this was quickly followed by an icy chill.
When Li Ke first pushed inside, the enveloping warmth was almost tender — soft, welcoming, deceptively gentle, like sinking into heated silk. For one heartbeat it cradled him. Then the bite came.
A sharp, invasive freeze lanced straight from her core and wrapped his length like wet arctic wind. It wasn't passive cold; it was alive, greedy, sucking heat out of him with every involuntary flutter of her walls. The chill didn't merely touch — it invaded, seeping into the sensitive slit, crawling along the thick vein that pulsed angrily under his skin, prickling the flared ridge until his balls drew up tight in instinctive protest.
To the princess it was nothing; her own element. To him it was devastating. The cold stabbed so deep it felt surgical — every nerve ending screaming as though he'd plunged himself into a snowbank while already painfully erect. His shaft, half-throbbing with anticipation only seconds earlier, twitched violently, threatening to soften under the relentless assault.
No hesitation.
Li Ke immediately circulated the blood-qi secret art at emergency intensity. Hot blood roared through his veins like molten iron poured into frost-cracked stone. He cranked his core temperature upward in brutal increments — 38°C, 39°C, pushing toward 40°C — forcing his pulse to thunder so hard he could hear it in his ears. Without this, even thirty seconds buried inside her would leave him limp, useless, defeated by her body before he ever began to move.
"Mr. Li Ke…"
The princess bit down so hard on her lower lip that a thin bead of blood welled. The tearing stretch at her entrance burned like live wire — raw, splitting, merciless — but far worse was the heat radiating outward from him. His rising fever clawed at her frozen senses, dragging every hypersensitive inch of her channel back into agonizing awareness. She couldn't numb out, couldn't retreat into the comforting deadness of her own ice. Instead she felt everything: the thick ridge of his crown scraping slowly past her entrance, the heavy pulse beating against her walls, the scalding pre-cum already smearing inside her like liquid fire.
It was as though someone had forced a white-hot brand deep into snow. His heat didn't melt her gently — it boiled her from the inside, turning pain into something bright and unbearable.
Tears spilled freely now, tracking hot paths down her temples only to freeze into tiny crystals the moment they reached her cheekbones. He hadn't even started thrusting — he was simply there, buried to the root, unmoving, letting her feel the sheer mass and temperature of him stretching her open. Her mind fractured under the overload: this was supposed to be preparation, supposed to be bearable, but she was still only a girl, untouched until tonight, and the sensation ripped her composure apart. Snow and ice melting under an unrelenting inferno — his heat poured in, seeping into every frozen fold, every clenched crevice, forcing her hips to jerk in tiny, helpless twitches of resistance.
That old, buried thread of disgust toward men flared brighter under the duress. Her control slipped further. Cold aura surged outward in thickening pulses, frosting the air between their bodies until faint mist curled visibly around his shoulders.
She collapsed forward against his chest, arms locking desperately around his neck in a full-body hug born of pain and panic. But the contact only worsened the leak: frost raced visibly across her pale forearms, spiderwebbing toward his skin, creeping up the sides of his throat where her wrists pressed.
Even at maximum blood-qi circulation his neck prickled violently. Veins felt sluggish, as though the blood inside them were turning to slush. The smart move — the sane move — was to withdraw immediately, let her emotions settle, let the aura calm, try again when she wasn't actively trying to freeze him from the inside out.
But —
Who the hell do you think I am?
Activate: Fighting Instinct.
Blood Energy, Explode.
The secret art detonated to its absolute ceiling. And then — magic power answered.
Mana Burst: Flame.
Under diamond-sharp focus Li Ke shaped the fire not as wild conflagration but as surgical, disciplined heat — roughly 50°C — sheathing his entire body, his buried cock included, in a tight, invisible envelope of searing warmth.
It still wasn't enough.
The instant the controlled heat kissed her leaking chill, the temperature gradient collapsed toward absolute zero at the point of contact. Frost tried to win. Useless.
But it was enough.
As long as his blood refused to solidify, as long as the heavy throb still echoed in his shaft, he could move.
Time to go.
With a swift, powerful roll he flipped her beneath him, pinning the teary-eyed princess flat against the spread cloak. Moonlight poured over her snow-white skin, turning every fresh droplet of melted frost into glittering diamond points. His mouth claimed hers again — no more hesitant, exploratory pecks. This time it was full technique: tongue sweeping deep, curling around hers, sucking with deliberate filth, teaching her the wet, obscene pleasure of being thoroughly plundered.
She panicked at first — eyes flying wide, overwhelmed by the sudden invasion of her mouth, the way he stole her breath and replaced it with his taste. A stolen, shameful heat bloomed low in her belly, terrifying in its intensity. Instinctively she fought back, tongue pushing, wrestling, refusing to yield completely — her personality, her trauma, screaming that she must never fully surrender.
Li Ke felt the resistance and — lips curving in a dark grin against hers — simply let her take the lead in the kiss.
While she hungrily dueled his tongue, convinced she'd seized some small victory, he shifted every scrap of focus downward.
He began to move.
The first slow withdrawal dragged a broken moan from her throat. The re-entry slammed home — deep, merciless, bottoming out against the soft, flinching mouth of her womb. Her neck arched violently off the cloak; a raw, animal cry tore free. Nails raked down his back in frantic lines, carving perfect frost patterns that hissed and melted instantly under his superheated aura, turning to warm rivulets that slid between their pressed bodies, mixing with sweat and the steady leak of her arousal.
Every deliberate thrust built the contrast higher: her freezing grip milking him in desperate spasms while his scalding length forced her open wider, deeper, turning raw pain into molten, exquisite fullness. When he ground brutally against her cervix — hips rolling in a slow, punishing circle — her jaw dropped, small pink tongue lolling out helplessly, drool glistening at the corner of her mouth.
"So hot… so fucking hot…"
The words spilled like prayer and curse at once. Every long drag felt like molten iron sliding through her — stretching, scorching, reaching places she hadn't known could burn. When he bottomed out again and held there, grinding, she swore she felt him in her throat, a fever-dream hallucination of being split open and filled until nothing else remained.
The overload shattered what little control she still possessed. Cold magic leaked in frantic, erratic pulses — only sharpening the sensation of his embedded heat, creating a vicious feedback loop where every surge of ice made the fire feel twice as devastating.
And Li Ke…
Fuck, it felt obscene.
The insane hot-cold friction wrapped his shaft like nothing he'd ever experienced — her walls clenching impossibly tight, impossibly cold at first, then slowly warming, slicking with thick arousal and the steady drool of his pre-cum. He picked up speed — long, punishing strokes that filled the quiet night with wet, filthy sounds: the slick glide of withdrawal, the heavy slap of re-entry, the obscene squelch when he bottomed out and stirred her insides.
He thought he might blow embarrassingly early from the sheer intensity — until she broke first.
Her eyes rolled back until only whites showed. A choked sob became a high, keening wail. Her whole body seized — thighs clamping his hips like iron, inner walls spasming violently around him — and then she gushed.
A hot, slippery flood poured out around his cock, drenching his balls, his thighs, soaking the cloak beneath them in a warm rush. The excess liquid chilled almost instantly in the night air, turning to perfect crystal beads that pattered onto the ground with delicate, almost musical tinkling sounds.
Li Ke looked down at her: eyes glazed and unfocused, body twitching through violent aftershocks, chest heaving with shallow, desperate pants, lips parted and shining with saliva. Frost crept slowly up his arms where her limp hands still clung, but she was far too shattered to notice or control it.
He glanced at his phone. Timed it.
Less than ninety seconds.
Shorter than even Tsunade.
A helpless, almost amused sigh escaped him.
He'd been looking forward to really using her — taking his time, drawing it out, making her scream properly, breaking her open inch by inch until she begged for mercy or more.
But the princess… she was already completely wrecked from indirect stimulation alone.
Frost continued climbing his forearms, delicate and beautiful, like living lace. Her limp, shivering form lay beneath him, still clenching weakly around his still-hard, aching cock.
To put it bluntly: the uncontrollable waves of freezing mana she kept leaking were the single most devastating turn-on he had ever encountered.
Without blood-qi techniques or heat-boosting magic, Li Ke — whose normal limit hovered around ten minutes — would have shamefully lasted barely three under this kind of sensory warfare. But once he layered on mana circulation and secret arts, he could stretch a single round to half an hour without strain, and his robust physique let him chain several rounds back-to-back.
The princess, however… was already glassy-eyed, near-fainting, barely conscious.
He hadn't even approached his own edge.
With another quiet sigh, Li Ke slowly — almost reluctantly — pulled his thick, flushed length free. The shaft emerged glistening obscenely: coated in her slick, streaked with faint crystalline frost that hadn't quite managed to freeze him solid. He watched one last droplet of her arousal slide down the underside and freeze mid-fall into a tiny, perfect ice bead before it hit the cloak.
He could only hope that once she learned to control her ice aura — really control it — she wouldn't be quite so… fragile.