Ye Guyun lowered his head, and tears streamed down his face again.
She knew—
She can never go back.
She was no longer the aloof core disciple of the Misty Sword Sect.
She is just a...
A "corpse immortal" possessed by a lowly woodcutter...
The beginning of humiliation: After the first
blood pact was established voluntarily, the woodcutter untied the rope binding Ye Guyun.
She finally regained her freedom, but the first thing she did was not to run away or resist, but—
He collapsed to the ground.
Because the moment the penis was pulled out of her body, she felt completely empty.
After that feeling of being filled disappeared, it was replaced by an indescribable... emptiness?
No!
She couldn't possibly feel that way!
She must be imagining things!
Ye Guyun lay on the ground, panting heavily, utterly exhausted.
The woodcutter crouched down and looked at her: "How are you? Can you stand up?"
"You...stay away from me..."
Ye Guyun said weakly.
The woodcutter chuckled. "I advise you to accept reality. You're currently in a 'living corpse' state; your body needs to continuously absorb my yang energy to maintain itself. If you don't absorb it for a long time, you'll revert back to being a corpse."
"What..."
Ye Guyun raised his head, his eyes filled with terror.
"That's right."
The woodcutter pointed to the animal skin paper—
"According to the records of the Corpse-Raising Technique, a Corpse Immortal in the 'Living Corpse' stage must absorb the yang energy of its 'Master' at least once a day. Otherwise, its spiritual energy will gradually decrease, eventually turning it back into a corpse."
"Then...how do I absorb it..."
Ye Guyun asked, her voice trembling, though she already knew the answer in her heart.
The woodcutter grinned: "Of course, it's about sex. My semen contains the purest yang energy; once it enters your body, you can absorb it."
"No...don't..."
Ye Guyun shook his head desperately.
But the woodcutter came over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her onto the bed—
"Stop pretending. When you were in my arms just now, weren't you clenching really tight down there? And you were even leaking fluid. Your body's already gotten used to my penis."
"That...that was a bodily instinct...I...I didn't want to..."
Ye Guyun tried to explain, but his voice grew softer and softer.
Because she knew the woodcutter was telling the truth.
Her body...
She did indeed develop a dependence on this man's penis.
"Since you're unwilling to take the initiative, then I'll force you."
The woodcutter pressed her down on the bed and spread her legs—
"No...wait...I..."
"What? Want to take the initiative?"
The woodcutter raised an eyebrow at her.
Ye Guyun bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.
She knew that resistance was pointless.
This man held her life and death in his hands; she had no way to disobey him.
and...
Her body definitely needs his "yang energy"...
"I...I can do it myself..."
Ye Guyun closed his eyes and spoke as softly as a mosquito's buzz.
"What? I didn't hear you."
The woodcutter said this deliberately.
"I said... I can do it myself!"
Ye Guyun practically roared it out, and tears finally streamed down his face.
The woodcutter nodded in satisfaction, then lay down on the bed, revealing his erect penis: "Then come up here yourself."
Looking at the purplish-red fleshy pillar, Ye Guyun felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
But she had no other choice.
She trembled as she climbed onto the woodcutter and straddled his waist—
Then--
He slowly sat down...
"Pfft!"
The penis was inserted into her body again.
"Hmm..."
He slowly sat down...
"Pfft!"
The penis was inserted into her body again.
"Hmm..."
Ye Guyun let out a suppressed groan, tears streaming down his face.
"Move it."
The woodcutter urged.
Ye Guyun gritted his teeth and began to move rhythmically up and down...
"Slap, slap, slap—"
Her buttocks slammed against the woodcutter's thighs, making lewd sounds.
"Pfft, pfft"
Her vagina kept swallowing and releasing that penis, making lewd, wet sounds.
"Mmm...uh...ah..."
Her moans grew louder and louder, and although she tried desperately to suppress them, her body's instincts made it impossible for her to control them...
"Very good... Continue..."
The woodcutter grabbed her waist and began to thrust upwards in rhythm with her.
"Clap clap clap clap!"
The two bodies collided violently, and the entire bed creaked and groaned...
Micro-expression observation: The war between consciousness and body.
Ye Guyun straddled the woodcutter, her snow-white body rising and falling with the rhythm.
"Slap, slap, slap"
Her buttocks slammed against the woodcutter's thighs, producing lewd sounds of flesh colliding.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft"
Her vagina clung tightly to the thick penis, each thrust bringing out copious amounts of clear, lustful fluid, stretching into silvery strands at the point where they were joined.
"Mmm...uh...ah..."
Her moans were suppressed and intermittent, clearly a desperate attempt to control herself from making too much noise.
The woodcutter neither urged her to hurry nor roughed her.
He simply lay there quietly, his hands behind his head, his eyes fixed on her...
Observe her every subtle expression.
Ye Guyun's face was filled with humiliation.
She bit her lower lip tightly, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto the woodcutter's chest.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes filled with anger, shame, and despair...
but--
The woodcutter noticed some subtle details.
When the penis reached a certain depth, her brow would relax slightly;
When the glans penis rubs against a sensitive spot on the inner wall of her vagina, her lips will involuntarily open, and she will let out a more rapid gasp.
As she sat down and the penis was fully inserted, her eyes would momentarily lose focus, as if her consciousness had been swept away by something...
"What...what are you looking at...?"
Ye Guyun noticed the woodcutter's gaze and lowered his head in shame and indignation.
"I'm watching you."
The woodcutter said calmly.
"I see you saying no with your mouth, but your body says otherwise."
"You...you're talking nonsense!"
Ye Guyun's face flushed red...
"I...I was just...I was forced..."
"Yeah?"
The woodcutter suddenly reached out and pressed down on her waist, stopping her from continuing her rhythmic movements.
"Then let's stop."
"What..."
Ye Guyun was stunned.
The woodcutter continued, "Since you're so unwilling, then we won't do it. Anyway, you're already in a 'living corpse' state, so you should be able to hold out for a while longer without absorbing yang energy."
"you..."
Ye Guyun gritted his teeth, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she could clearly feel it.
When the woodcutter pressed down on her waist to stop her from continuing, her body actually produced a feeling of... dissatisfaction.
The penis was still inside her, but it stopped moving.
The feeling of being filled is still there, but the pleasure of friction, teasing, and stimulation of sensitive spots... is gone.
Her vagina even began to contract involuntarily, as if trying to hold on, as if demanding...
No!
That's impossible!
How could she possibly desire something like that?!
"What? You're not going to continue?"
The woodcutter looked at her with a half-smile.
"I...I..."
Ye Guyun gritted his teeth, tears welling up again...
"You beast...you knew perfectly well...you knew I had to..."
"What is necessary?"
The woodcutter raised an eyebrow.
"You have to be fucked by me? You have to absorb my semen?"
"you..."
Ye Guyun was filled with shame and indignation, but he was unable to refute her.
Because that's the truth.
Her body is now inseparable from this man's "yang energy".
"Then beg me."
The woodcutter suddenly said...
"If you beg me to keep fucking you, I'll keep going."
"What...you...you're dreaming!"
Ye Guyun gritted his teeth.
"I'd rather die than..."
"Yeah?"
The woodcutter loosened his grip, making a gesture as if to push her away...
"Then let's leave it at that."
"Wait...wait..."
Ye Guyun panicked; she instinctively reached out and grabbed the woodcutter's arm.
Then he froze.
She just now...
She actually stopped him from stopping just now?
She actually...
"What? You can't bear to part with it?"
The woodcutter smiled.
Ye Guyun lowered his head, and large tears rolled down his cheeks.
She knew she had lost.
At least for this moment, her body... betrayed her consciousness.
Thoughts on Conquest: Not Just the Body, But Also the Soul.
The woodcutter looked at Ye Guyun, who was in tears, and a complex emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.
He did indeed conquer her body...
Through corpse-raising techniques, blood pacts, and her body's dependence on yang energy, he can force her to do anything at any time.
but--
Is this what he wanted?
A "corpse immortal" who only knows how to cry, only knows how to obey in humiliation, but whose heart is full of hatred?
The woodcutter suddenly remembered the old female corpse he had discarded.
Although the female corpse was obedient, she had no soul, no thoughts, and was just a moving flesh puppet.
Compared to that kind of "toy," Ye Guyun is clearly more valuable.
She is beautiful, noble, and has her own thoughts and emotions...
But it is precisely because of this that her resistance is even stronger.
"Physical conquest alone is not enough..."