Luowei's pupils shrank, her eyes fixed on the man's foot. She took a step forward, wanting to intervene. But Liwei, who was usually the most impulsive one, stopped her.
"It's not our problem. We can't stop everyone."
Luowei's fists clenched tightly as she held back her anger. She hated this kind of person.
The child, clutching his leg in pain, held back his tears and screams. His eyes were red with rage, but he couldn't let it show with his voice. He knew that if he said anything, he was dead.
The young man spat toward the child upon seeing how he was looking at him. When the saliva landed on the boy's face, he made an amused grimace and turned around to return to the woman.
Boom!
The man's arm suddenly flew off.
"AGH!" A scream of pain came from the mouth that had been speaking arrogantly just moments ago.
Liwei had been the one who couldn't hold back.
The child's eyes rose in surprise. He looked around, trying to find who had done it, and Liwei's figure appeared in his vision.
The demonstration had blown her cover, and her dull silver hair illuminated the place with a color different from what the festival lanterns could provide.
The wounded man's eyes also turned toward the person who had attacked him. He held his bleeding shoulder, hatred in his gaze. Upon seeing who it was, he felt uncertain. Liwei didn't seem like someone he knew, but that also gave him more confidence.
Taking difficult steps, he approached her.
"Do you know who you just attacked?"
"I have no idea, nor do I care. I was just needing to vent a little and I saw a cockroach crawling in front of me."
Another burst of power erupted from her, and this time one of the man's legs disappeared.
The man fell to the ground, and this time the woman accompanying him didn't stay silent.
"Jian!" she shouted worriedly, rushing to support him before he could fall completely.
"Sister, this little brat just made me useless!"
"Calm down, Jian. We have miraculous pills at home. We can also ask the Immortal Emperor's Medicine Garden to prepare some specifically for your limbs. The most important thing now..." Her gaze turned to the woman who looked indifferent. She bit her lip, uncertain. "Miss, my brother is a bit arrogant, but he didn't mean to offend anyone."
But it was Luowei who responded to those words.
Jian Feng's head flew off.
Neither his sister, nor his servant, nor his secret guards—who were hesitating whether to appear and intervene—could see it coming. Their young master had died.
"Ah!" The woman screamed in horror upon seeing her brother dead.
Luowei, with a cold voice, took her sister's hand and said as she dragged her away from there:
"If you have any problem with this, you can come find us at the Primordial Essence Sect. Know that you are welcome."
The two sisters quickly walked away, with piercing and adoring eyes on their backs, and others the complete opposite.
"Haaah… Seems like we just can't stay out of trouble," Luowei said with a playful sigh.
Liwei looked at her with a smile and burst into laughter. She put her arm around her sister's shoulder and hugged her close, looking toward the moons of the planet they were on, her excitement now diminished.
...
Selyne, seeing the expression on Cassian's face and how he remained silent, clenched her fist.
She summoned her sword, which rested on the table, with an Aura now much denser than before, and slashed toward him to wipe that confident smile off his face.
He dodged with amusement, playing along with the game she wanted to be part of.
Selyne continued throwing increasingly furious slashes, but Cassian dodged them with insulting ease.
His arrogant smile didn't disappear, and that only fueled more rage—and something else—in the duchess's chest.
In one of her attacks, Cassian finally caught her wrist in the air with a firm hand.
The sword's Aura dissipated instantly due to the difference in power. With a sharp tug, he pulled her toward him until their bodies collided.
The heat emanating from Cassian was almost unbearable for her.
"How long has it been, Selyne?" he murmured near her ear, his voice low, hoarse, and amused. "Years since a man touched you? Since someone fucked you until you couldn't think? How many times have you pleasured yourself in all this time?"
This last question widened the smile on Cassian's face, especially as he saw how Selyne closed her legs as if she were rubbing herself and giving herself pleasure right at that moment.
"Stop..." she murmured, though it wasn't clear if she was saying it to him or to herself.
Cassian let out a low laugh, and his free hand slid down the curve of her waist. He squeezed one of her buttocks firmly over her tight pants, earning a small moan from her.
"Stop what, Selyne?" he whispered. "This?"
He sent small vibrations of pleasure through her body.
The duchess's eyes widened in surprise. She had never felt anything like it in her life, and she couldn't hold back her moan.
"Angh~!"
"Just admit it: you're so needy that you'd sleep with the person you threatened to keep away from your daughter. Or maybe you did it on purpose. You wanted to know what Sylvia had tasted, right? What did she tell you? That it was big? That she likes it when I thrust it all the way in or when I let her pleasure me orally? That she likes dressing up as a fox and teasing me shamelessly?"
Selyne's face grew redder and redder, unable to hold back much longer.
At that moment he spun her around, pressing his hardness against the cleft of her ass, still keeping one hand on her waist.
"So? What do you say?" he whispered.
"You win..." Selyne violently ripped the buttons off her own shirt, suddenly freeing her prominent breasts and leaving only her bra to cover them. She looked at Cassian with defiance.
His smile curved to one side with pleasure.
"Of course I was right. Now then, how do you prefer we start?"