Lin Xuan had expected this. He pressed his advantage, and at the instant her balance gave way completely, both hands flashed out like lightning. With pinpoint precision, he struck several major pressure points across her body in quick succession.
"Click, click!"
A few faint sounds rang out.
Li Mochou's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens. Lin Xuan's finger force had sealed every pressure point in her body, leaving her unable to circulate even the slightest trace of Internal Energy.
She could not even make a sound. All she could do was widen her icy eyes, filled with shock, humiliation, and disbelief, and stare fixedly at the man before her.
Her body remained pitched forward, rigidly suspended in midair, like an exquisite sculpture frozen in time.
Beneath her close-fitting apricot-yellow Daoist robe, her long, perfect curves looked especially alluring in that strange pose, adding a forbidden beauty to her helplessly restrained form.
In particular, her full, high breasts were pressed forward by her leaning posture, straining against her robe as though they might burst free of the fabric at any moment.
The entire fight—from Li Mochou's opening attack to Lin Xuan's complete restraint of her—had lasted no more than a few dozen exchanges.
Lin Xuan had not even come close to exerting himself fully, yet he had displayed terrifying strength enough to overwhelm Li Mochou, along with techniques precise enough to chill anyone who saw them.
Lin Xuan paid no heed to the shock and humiliation blazing in Li Mochou's eyes.
He stepped toward her at an unhurried pace. His expression was calm, but there was a hint of amusement in it, like a cat toying with a mouse.
He looked at the Crimson Fairy, usually so high and mighty, treating human lives like weeds and killing without mercy. Now she was like a puppet at someone else's mercy, powerless to resist. An intense thrill of domination rose in his heart.
He walked up to Li Mochou and stopped.
He slowly lifted a hand. His slender fingertips gently tilted her pointed, snow-white chin, their touch openly teasing and provocative, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Fairy, you certainly have a nasty temper."
Lin Xuan's voice was low and resonant. In the quiet bamboo grove, each word rang especially clear, edged with faint mockery.
"You try to kill people at the slightest disagreement. Tell me, shouldn't you be punished?"
With him holding her chin, Li Mochou had no choice but to look into his eyes.
She could clearly see her own reflection in their deep depths: disheveled, humiliated, and helpless.
An indescribable blaze of humiliation and rage surged through her like an erupting volcano. But her body was rigid, and her throat felt blocked. Not a sound came out.
She could only glare at Lin Xuan with eyes reddened by fury and shame, staring at him as if she could carve him to pieces with her gaze.
Lin Xuan thoroughly enjoyed her expression—resentful and furious, yet utterly helpless.
"Since the Fairy likes to lay hands on people, today I'll let you experience what it feels like to have someone else lay hands on you."
He reached out, this time going straight for the black leather belt cinched around Li Mochou's waist.
His movements were slow and graceful, patient and composed, as though he were admiring a rare treasure.
"Rrrip—"
The crisp sound of tearing cloth rang out, especially jarring in the stillness of the bamboo grove.
Lin Xuan did not bother unfastening the belt. He chose the simplest, crudest, and most humiliating method.
He channeled Internal Energy into his fingertips and tore into the lower part of Li Mochou's fitted robe, starting at her waist. With a sharp rip, he split the fabric!
The apricot-yellow cloth fluttered apart like butterflies caught in a gale, tearing in two and splitting downward from Li Mochou's slender waist.
Her long, straight, exquisitely curved legs, usually concealed beneath her robe, were now exposed without restraint to the cold air.
Li Mochou was consumed with shame and fury!
She had never imagined that after spending half her life roaming the jianghu, she would one day be humiliated like this!
And in such a shameful position, exposed and utterly at another person's mercy!
Her entire body was rigid; she could not even move a finger. She could only lie there like a fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.
Her face flushed a dark red. Shame washed over her like a tide, nearly making her faint on the spot.
But her mind remained painfully clear. Every sensation was heightened, and even the wind whistling by her ears seemed to mock her disgrace and helplessness without mercy.
Lin Xuan gave her no time to think or recover.
He casually picked up the whisk that had fallen to the ground.
Its handle was carved from fine white jade, smooth and warm to the touch, and its countless strands were both supple and strong.
Holding the handle, he aimed the strands at Li Mochou's rounded, firm buttocks, tensed by shame and anger.
Beneath her torn apricot-yellow robe, they were smooth as the finest mutton-fat jade, their rounded, lifted curves radiating a raw allure in the dim light of the bamboo grove, enough to quicken anyone's breath.
"Smack!"
A crisp, loud crack echoed through the bamboo grove once more.
The whisk's countless strands carried a gentle yet penetrating force as they struck Li Mochou's smooth, full buttocks.
A fierce, searing pain burst across Li Mochou's body from the impact, spreading from her buttocks like fireworks exploding!
Thin red marks immediately appeared on her jade-white skin, like streaks of blood stamped onto flawless white jade.
"Mm...!"
At last, Li Mochou let out a tightly stifled cry of pain.
The sound carried a hint of helpless sobbing and disarray, tangled with indescribable shame as it struggled in the depths of her throat.
Her slender body jolted. Instinctively, she tried to twist away, but her sealed pressure points held her fast. She could only endure the searing pain as it swept through her like a tide.
Even so, Lin Xuan showed no sign of stopping.
"With a temper as violent as yours, Fairy, you need a good lesson."
His voice held a hint of cold cruelty and amusement.
His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, stayed fixed on Li Mochou's eyes, blurred with tears. He savored the complex mixture of pain, humiliation, fury, and resentment in them.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The whisk fell again in a steady rhythm.
Each blow carried Internal Energy and landed on the same spot, crisp and loud.
Every strike carried a pure, domineering force that coursed through Li Mochou like fine currents of electricity.
The pain was like having a red-hot brand pressed to her skin, searing and excruciating.
Her pale, rounded buttocks quickly flushed red before her eyes. Soon, a shocking patch of deep red spread across them, like the most vivid sunset after rain.
Each sharp smack made her body shudder violently. With every blow came a broken moan from deep in her throat, one she could no longer suppress.
And yet...
Beneath the intense pain, a strange, unfamiliar, indescribable tingling warmth rose from deep within the part of her body that was being struck again and again.
The strange sensation spread through her limbs and eventually gathered, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, at the most private and sensitive place in her body.
Her tall, slender frame trembled despite herself, making her torn robe shift and her full breasts quiver against the fabric, their curves straining as if about to spill free.
This was the special ability of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique.
Through direct physical contact, it could awaken the most primal, deepest sensations in the human body, provoking an overwhelming tingling pleasure that even the strongest will could not resist.
Li Mochou's mind had gone completely blank.
Shame, fury, searing pain, and that indescribable, irresistible tingling warmth crashed together in her heart, tangling into an unbearable knot.
Driven by her pride, her body fought desperately to resist.
But her most primitive bodily instincts twisted and responded against her will, even... yearning.
She tried to draw from the unbearable pain that strange pleasure that made her soul tremble.
Her buttocks even began to arch back slightly on instinct. Every strike of the whisk seemed to silently welcome the next.
Her cheeks flushed red, and she could no longer tell whether it was from shame or some other emotion.
Crystal tears rolled from the corners of her eyes like pearls slipping from a broken string. Were they tears of fury? Humiliation? Or... tears brought on by that strange pleasure?
Even she could no longer tell.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to swallow every moan, but the uncontrolled trembling and tingling kept drawing faint, hoarse, sobbing sounds from her throat.
"No... Mm... don't..."
Soft whimpers escaped her against her will. Her voice was tearful and pleading, and it trembled with a pleasure she felt deeply ashamed to experience.
Caught between extreme pain and extreme pleasure, her body rocked back and forth like a small boat in the wind.
In the end, that unfamiliar, powerful pleasure swept over her like a tyrant, overwhelming everything and stripping away her will to resist.
Lin Xuan looked down at Li Mochou, who had completely lost control, her slender body convulsing and trembling without pause.
The whisk in his hand continued to fall in rhythm. Each time, it landed precisely on Li Mochou's rounded, lifted buttocks, now swollen and badly reddened, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.
The sound was like a demon's song, urging Li Mochou to sink faster and deeper.
Her body began to convulse helplessly. Her legs parted slightly, and her intimate area was already slick.
"Please... please... spare... spare me..."
Li Mochou could no longer endure the torment, the painful pleasure of having her soul and body repeatedly torn apart.
She surrendered the last—and only—remnant of her dignity. Broken, trembling words of desperate pleading slipped from her lips.
Tears poured out like a bursting flood, washing away the icy composure on her face.
Her eyes, which should have been filled with murderous intent, were now full of helplessness and pleading, along with a hint of... yearning she had not even noticed herself.
She yearned for Lin Xuan to stop, yet seemed to yearn for that strange sensation to continue even more intensely.
At last, Lin Xuan stopped.
He leaned down and gently pressed his burning lips to Li Mochou's small, sensitive ear. In a low, hoarse voice, full of amusement and control, he whispered:
"Now... do you know you were wrong?"
He reached out and gently, yet firmly, stroked her smooth, jade-like body. His hand moved upward from her swollen, bruised buttocks, slowly tracing her back, until he lightly touched a pressure point above her shoulder blades.
Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction.
He raised his hand and lightly tapped Li Mochou's body.
In an instant, the pressure points he had sealed sprang back into motion, like strings released on a zither.
She felt her whole body grow light. Internal Energy began to flow through her long-dry meridians again, and the long-awaited freedom nearly left her weak enough to collapse.
She managed to stand, but her body still trembled faintly.
Her apricot-yellow robe had been torn, leaving half her body bare. The parts of her buttocks struck by the whisk were swollen and burning with pain, yet also tingled with an indescribable numbness that reminded her constantly of what had just happened.
Her face was so red it seemed ready to bleed. She clumsily covered her torn robe with her hands, not daring to look Lin Xuan in the eye.
She wanted to run, but her legs had gone weak, and she could barely move.
More importantly, she knew she could not escape.
The man's presence had branded itself deep in her soul like a venomous mark.
She gripped the whisk tightly, her knuckles turning white with the force.
She raised her head. Her eyes, usually cold as frost, now brimmed with emotions too complicated to name.
There was hatred, fear, and the humiliation she would never be able to erase, along with a hint of... fear and dependence on this man that she despised even in herself.
She bit her soft, rosy lips. Her voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with the fear of having survived a brush with death and with endless confusion. At last, she asked the question:
"You... who... who are you?"
Her face had once been a cool, stunning oval, but now it was as pale as paper, cold sweat streaming down her temples.
Deep in her body, the strange tingling tangled with the searing pain, making it incredibly difficult even to stand steady.
Her once-proud, snow-white neck, held high, now drooped in shame like the neck of a broken swan.
Lin Xuan stepped toward her at an unhurried pace. Each step seemed to pluck the most sensitive strings in Li Mochou's heart.
He stopped in front of her and looked down at her. His gaze was calm as a deep pool, yet carried a hint of amusement that seemed to see right through her.
He did not answer. He merely raised a hand and lifted her delicate, pointed chin with his fingertip, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Li Mochou turned her face away in humiliation, but he held her firmly in place. She could not escape his grasp.
"Fairy, you're asking who I am?"
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