Lin Feng left Lady Mei Lin's pavilion without looking back. The silk screens fell shut behind him with a whisper, sealing the room like a tomb. The night air was cold against his skin, but he barely felt it. The single Sealing Card in his inner pocket burned warm against his chest—her trapped mana pulsing faintly, angry, helpless, alive.
He walked the shadowed paths back to his small branch quarters. No guards followed. No whispers trailed him. The compound was quiet, almost too quiet, like the entire Lin clan was holding its breath after the bells earlier.
He pushed open his door, locked it, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Pulled the silver card out.
Held it between his fingers.
The surface shimmered—cold, heavy, humming with her sealed fury.
Lin Feng's red eyes glowed faintly in the dark room.
"Reveal," he commanded softly.
The card pulsed once—bright silver light flaring.
Golden chains unraveled.
Mei Lin manifested in front of him—bare, naked, skin glistening with sweat, pussy still slick and swollen from earlier, thighs trembling. Her hair was wild, makeup smeared, eyes blood-red with rage and humiliation. She stood there fuming, fists clenched, chest heaving, every line of her body screaming murder.
"You—" she snarled, voice shaking. "You filthy mongrel—how dare you—"
Lin Feng stood up slowly.
He didn't let her finish.
He grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward, and shoved her back against the wall. She gasped—half fury, half something else.
He pressed his body against hers, pinning her there.
Then he pulled his robe open—cock already hard, thick, ready.
Mei Lin's eyes widened.
"You think you can just—"
Lin Feng shoved himself inside her in one brutal thrust.
She cried out—sharp, broken—back arching off the wall, nails digging into his shoulders.
He leaned in close—lips brushing her ear, voice low and unexpectedly gentle, almost loving.
"Let's finish the unfinished business," he murmured. "You begged so prettily earlier… don't stop now."
Mei Lin's body betrayed her instantly—walls clenching around him, slick and hot, even as she hissed through gritted teeth.
"I hate you," she spat, but her hips rolled forward anyway, chasing the stretch.
Lin Feng chuckled—low, dark—against her throat.
"I know."
He started moving—slow at first, deep, deliberate, letting her feel every inch dragging in and out. Her breath hitched with every thrust, anger melting into desperate moans.
"Say it," he whispered, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple. "Say what you want."
Mei Lin's head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering.
"I—I hate—"
He thrust harder—once, sharp.
She cried out.
"Say it."
Her voice cracked.
"I want… you… mongrel… fuck me… please…"
Lin Feng's grip tightened on her hip.
"Louder."
She glared at him—furious, humiliated, dripping.
"Fuck me harder," she gasped. "Mongrel bastard—fill me—claim me—please—!"
He gave it to her.
Hard. Fast. Relentless.
Skin slapped against skin—loud, obscene, echoing in the small room. Mei Lin's moans turned wild, broken, desperate—nails raking down his back, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Yes—yes—there—harder—don't stop—!"
Lin Feng gripped her throat—chuckled—low, dark, dangerous—against her throat.
He pulled out suddenly—leaving her empty, aching.
Then he pressed his forearm against her throat—tight, crushing, pinning her harder against the wall.
Her eyes widened in panic.
He leaned in closer.Lin Feng moved.
He grabbed her by the throat—hard this time, fingers crushing in.
Mei Lin's eyes widened.
She clawed at his wrist, nails drawing blood, legs kicking uselessly.
He slammed her back against the wall—once, hard enough to crack the stone behind her.
Her breath exploded out in a choked gasp.
Lin Feng leaned in close—red eyes glowing, voice low and calm.
"You tormented my mother for eighteen years," he said quietly. "You called her whore. You made her beg for scraps. You made her crawl. You made her break. Every slap she took, every insult she swallowed, every cold shoulder you gave her… I remember every single one."
Mei Lin's face turned purple—eyes bulging, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.
Lin Feng's grip tightened.
"And tonight," he whispered, "you begged for me. You screamed my name. You came apart like a common slut."
He pulled her hair back—yanking her head so she had to look up at him.
"You don't get to walk away from that."
Mei Lin's legs buckled. She tried to speak—nothing came out but a wet gurgle.
Lin Feng pulled his cock free—still hard, slick from her—and shoved it back inside her in one brutal thrust.
She jerked—silent scream trapped in her throat.
He fucked her against the wall—hard, fast, merciless. Each thrust slammed her back into the stone. Her body shook, pussy clenching around him in desperate, involuntary spasms.
"You made her suffer," he growled in her ear. "Now suffer for her."
Then he pressed his forearm against her throat—crushing, cutting off air completely.
Mei Lin's eyes rolled back—body convulsing, hands slapping weakly at his arm.
Lin Feng leaned in closer.
"You tormented her," he said softly, almost lovingly. "Now I torment you."
He snapped her neck.
One clean, brutal twist.
The crack echoed in the small room.
Mei Lin's body went limp—eyes wide and empty, mouth slack, legs giving out completely.
She slid down the wall—lifeless.
Lin Feng stepped back.
Looked down at her.
No remorse.
No regret.
Just cold satisfaction.
He crouched beside the body.
Brushed a strand of hair from her dead face.
"You should have left my mother alone," he whispered.
He stood.
Picked up the Sealing Card from the floor—where it had fallen during the struggle.
The card pulsed once—silver light flaring.
Mei Lin's body shimmered.
Then vanished—pulled back into the card.
Lin Feng held it up to the moonlight.
The silver surface now showed her face—frozen in that last moment of shock and pain.
He slipped the card into his robe.
Right next to the Lust card.
Both pulsed in sync—warm, satisfied.
Lin Feng looked around the empty room.
No blood.
No body.
No trace.
Just like the deal.
He walked to the window.
Looked out at the compound—lanterns still burning in the Head's residence.
A slow, chilling smile curved his lips.
They'll find the pavilion empty tomorrow.
They'll search.
They'll panic.
And when they do…
Lin Feng turned away from the window.
The night was young.
And he had more unfinished business to settle.