Qingyan remained sitting on the edge of the bed for several more minutes, trying to regain control of her breathing and her mind.
The taste of semen was still on her tongue.
Salty, thick, slightly bitter… and, to her horror, not unpleasant.
"Why… why do I like this?" she thought with a mix of disgust and confusion. "I am Mo Xie. I have tasted the finest wines, the best immortal fruits… and now the taste of another man's semen seems… tolerable. Even… appealing."
She unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips and felt a new shiver run through her body.
"It's this damned physique's fault.
The Yin Submissive Dragon Body…
It's changing me. It's turning me into something I hate."
She stood up with difficulty. Her legs were still trembling slightly from the two consecutive orgasms. She looked at the basket of dirty laundry still waiting to be washed. There were many garments left. She couldn't leave it half-done.
"I'll finish this. I won't give that red-haired bitch an excuse to humiliate me further."
With cold determination, Qingyan knelt in front of the basin and continued washing. Every garment she touched reminded her of what she had just done. Every white stain she scrubbed made her body react treacherously: a faint heat in her lower abdomen, a tingling in her nipples, a renewed wetness between her legs.
She tried to ignore it and kept working in silence.
When she finally finished washing all the clothes and hung them up to dry, it was already deep into the night. Her black dress was wrinkled and had some water stains. She felt exhausted, both physically and mentally.
But there was still one more thing to do.
Huo Ling had ordered her to clean her room as well.
Qingyan took a deep breath, trying to calm the hatred she felt toward herself and toward the red-haired girl. She stood up and walked toward the door of Huo Ling's room at the end of the hallway.
She didn't knock.
She simply opened the door.
Inside the room, Huo Ling was standing in front of a mirror, dressed only in black lace underwear. Her curvaceous body was perfectly outlined: large, firm breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. She was combing her red hair when the door opened.
Huo Ling turned her head sharply. Her green eyes narrowed with fury.
In an instant, she crossed the room and delivered a hard slap across Qingyan's face.
Slap!
Qingyan's head snapped to the side. Her cheek burned.
"Who do you think you are, entering without knocking?"
Huo Ling hissed in a cold, dominant voice.
"Didn't they teach you manners, you arrogant slut?"
Qingyan felt rage surge like lava. Her violet eyes filled with pure hatred. She opened her mouth to respond.
"How dare you—"
Slap!
Another slap, even harder, cut her off. Now both cheeks were burning.
Huo Ling grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back forcefully.
"Apologize," she ordered in a low but authoritative voice. "Now."
Qingyan clenched her teeth. Her Immortal Emperor pride screamed at her not to humiliate herself. But Huo Ling's Peak Golden Core aura pressed down on her like a mountain. Her treacherous body was already beginning to react to being treated harshly: a familiar heat spread through her lower abdomen.
With her voice trembling from suppressed fury, Qingyan murmured:
"…Sorry."
Huo Ling smiled cruelly and released her hair.
"That's better. Next time you enter without knocking, it won't just be a slap. Understood?"
Qingyan lowered her gaze, hating herself for obeying.
"…Understood."
Huo Ling gestured dismissively around the room.
"Now clean. And do it properly. I don't want to see a single speck of dust when you're finished."
Qingyan entered Huo Ling's room in silence, her cheek still burning from the two slaps.
The room was larger and more luxurious than hers: a spacious bed with silk sheets, a desk covered in books and artifacts, and a large mirror on the wall.
Huo Ling sat on an elegant chair beside the desk, crossing her legs arrogantly. She was still wearing only black lace underwear, shamelessly displaying her curvaceous body.
"Start," she ordered with a mocking smile.
"And do it properly. I don't want to see a single speck of dust."
Qingyan clenched her teeth and began cleaning. She took a cloth and started wiping the furniture, moving stiffly. She wasn't used to this kind of work. Her movements were clumsy and inefficient.
Huo Ling laughed from her chair, watching her with obvious pleasure.
"Haha… just look at this. The arrogant cultivation genius who defeated everyone in the tournament… now cleaning my room like a cheap maid. Do you even know how to clean? It's obvious you've never done this in your life."
Qingyan didn't respond. She continued cleaning, but her face burned with shame and rage.
"It's my first time cleaning," she admitted in a low, cold voice, without looking at her.
Huo Ling let out another cruel laugh.
"How pathetic. A cultivation princess who doesn't even know how to clean. Well, learn quickly. And now… clean under the bed. There's usually a lot of dust there."
Qingyan knelt without a word and bent down to clean under the bed. Her large, round ass lifted prominently, stretching the fabric of her black dress.
Huo Ling seized the moment.
Slap!
A hard smack landed directly on her right ass cheek. The sound echoed through the room.
Qingyan tensed violently. An intense, treacherous heat exploded in her lower abdomen. Her pussy grew wet instantly, and a small moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
She stood up immediately, her face red with fury and shame.
"How dare you…!" she began, turning toward the door. "I'm not your servant!"
She tried to leave the room, but Huo Ling unleashed her full Peak Golden Core aura without mercy.
The pressure was overwhelming.
Qingyan felt as if a mountain had fallen on her shoulders. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, ending up on her knees in front of Huo Ling.
Huo Ling rose from the chair and approached. She delivered another hard slap to Qingyan's left cheek.
Slap!
"Here, the strong one gives the orders," she said in a cold, dominant voice. "And right now, I am much stronger than you. So show me respect, you arrogant slut."
Qingyan tried to resist. Her mind screamed with hatred; she wanted to stand up and strike Huo Ling. But her body… her cursed body was already surrendering.
The heat between her legs was unbearable. Her pussy throbbed, wet and sensitive. Her large ass still burned from the previous smack.
Huo Ling looked at her with satisfaction and gave her another slap, this time softer but equally humiliating.
"Apologize."
Qingyan clenched her teeth so hard it hurt. She fought with everything she had… but her treacherous physique won.
With a voice trembling from suppressed fury, she murmured:
"…Sorry."
Huo Ling smiled victoriously.
"Good girl. Now… clean my foot with your tongue."
Qingyan froze for a second. The humiliation was almost unbearable.
But Huo Ling's aura continued pressing down on her. And her own body… was already completely aroused.
With difficulty, she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. She began licking Huo Ling's right foot, from the toes to the instep, with slow, humiliated movements.
Huo Ling sighed in pleasure and reached out, shamelessly touching Qingyan's large ass. She squeezed it, caressed it, and then gave it a soft but firm smack.
"That's it… lick properly, slut. Feel your place."
Qingyan continued licking, her face burning with shame. Her mind was filled with hatred and promises of revenge.
But her body… her body was on fire.
Huo Ling looked down with a cold, satisfied smile as Qingyan continued licking her foot with humiliated devotion. The young woman's tongue moved clumsily but obediently, tracing every toe and the instep.
Suddenly, Huo Ling lifted her foot and struck Qingyan's cheek hard.
Slap!
The kick to the face was humiliating and painful. Qingyan's head snapped violently to the side.
"Enough," Huo Ling said in an arrogant voice. "I'm bored of watching you lick like a clumsy bitch. Get out of my room."
Qingyan remained on her knees for a second, her cheek burning and her pride shattered. She tried to stand, but Huo Ling kicked her in the other cheek again.
Slap!
"I said get out. And don't come back until I summon you. Understood, slut?"
Qingyan clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached. Her mind burned with pure, murderous rage.
"This bitch… when I regain my power, I'll make her suffer a thousand times more…"
But her body… her body was completely betrayed.
Between her legs she felt an unbearable heat. Her pussy was soaked, dripping down her thighs. Her large ass throbbed where Huo Ling had touched and slapped it. Even her nipples were hard and sensitive against the fabric of her dress.
She stood up with difficulty, without saying a word, and staggered out of Huo Ling's room.
The moment she closed the door behind her, Qingyan rushed to her own room. Her mind was a whirlwind of fury and shame.
"How could I…? How could I lick that insignificant red-haired bitch's foot…? I am Mo Xie!"
But her body wasn't listening.
She entered her room, slammed the door shut, and dropped to her knees on the floor. Her hands trembled as she lifted her black dress. Without thinking twice, she shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy and began masturbating desperately.
"Ahh…" she moaned softly, biting her lip.
Her mind could only replay what had just happened.
The kick to her face.
Huo Ling's arrogant order.
The way she had called her "slut."
Every memory made her fingers move faster.
"More… I want more slaps… I want her to humiliate me more…"
She imagined Huo Ling kicking her again, stepping on her face, forcing her to lick while calling her a whore.
Her hips moved instinctively, fucking her own fingers.
"Huo Ling…" she moaned, her voice breaking. "Master… Huo Ling…"
The orgasm hit her violently.
Her body arched backward. A hot squirt shot out of her pussy, soaking the floor of her room. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she cried out Huo Ling's name again and again.
"Master Huo Ling…! Master…!!"
When the pleasure finally subsided, Qingyan lay sprawled on the floor, panting heavily, her dress hiked up and her pussy still throbbing.
She stared at the ceiling for a long time.
Then she felt it.
The Qi inside her had changed again.
The breakthrough was clear and powerful.
Mid Foundation Establishment.
Qingyan slowly sat up, surprised.
"Again…
Just from humiliating myself and masturbating… I advanced from Initial Foundation to Mid Foundation in a single night."
She remained sitting on the floor, processing what had just happened.
For a moment, a part of her thought:
"Maybe… this physique isn't so bad.
If it lets me advance so quickly just through humiliation and pleasure… I could become the strongest in no time."
But immediately afterward, the rage and hatred returned with full force.
"But I hate it.
I hate that my body reacts like this.
I hate that I get excited from being treated like a whore.
I hate that I called that red-haired bitch 'Master'…"
She hugged her knees, still trembling, and eventually fell asleep.