Chapter 70: Untitled
The hooked-nosed young man used the Butterfly Flower Finger technique taught by Su Mei.
The Butterfly Flower Finger was a variation of the Severing Meridian Burning Heart Finger, stimulating acupoints and altering the flow of energy and blood, causing both pain and pleasure. As Su Mei had said, physical stimulation could elicit a wide range of sensations: excitement, pain, joy, tremors…
Su Mei hadn’t even touched any sensitive areas, merely tracing his skin with her fingertips, and he had been overwhelmed.
And as she had said, with a slight adjustment, the technique was equally effective on women.
After just fifteen minutes, Zhuo Mulan, writhing in his arms, was sobbing, “Don’t… don’t… don’t stop…”
Realizing what she was saying, shame washed over her, her tears mixing with her pleas for more.
Even the young man, who had been prepared for this, was stunned.
Su Mei hadn’t been entirely truthful. The Butterfly Flower Finger wasn’t equally effective on men and women… it was far more effective on women.
Only a woman truly understood a woman’s body. This demonic technique had been developed by the witches of the Evil Lotus Sect for their own amusement.
Since there were no men in the Evil Lotus Sect, they focused their “research” on other women.
Zhuo Mulan, a virtuous and disciplined Daoist cultivator, was no match for this demonic technique.
In a short time, her defenses crumbled, her composure shattered.
She knew she shouldn’t be acting like this, but she couldn’t control herself. She even begged him shamelessly not to stop when he deliberately paused.
She couldn’t bear to imagine herself like this, writhing and weeping, abandoning her dignity and reason.
Remembering Su Mei’s instructions, the young man not only continued his physical stimulation but also began his verbal assault, aiming to amplify her shame and break her spirit, “See? This is the real you. You’ve always known this about yourself, just like you know what your so-called righteous sect is truly like.”
“It’s a despicable sect, and how can you, being a part of it, be any different? Look at yourself, look at what you’ve become. Even brothel girls are more virtuous than you. They’re all daughters of poor families, forced into prostitution by so-called righteous sects and ‘philanthropists’ like your precious Huo Fu, who ruin their families, steal their money, and force their parents to sell their children.
“They have no choice. But you, born into a good family, with a renowned master, a paragon of righteousness… you’re even more despicable than them. Haha, look at yourself. This is who you really are, the respected master in Yuejiao’s eyes, the untainted immortal in the eyes of the common people. Yes, this is who you are…”
Zhuo Mulan grabbed his sword and, overcome with shame, tried to end her life, but the sword clattered to the ground as another wave of pleasure washed over her.
The young man continued his seduction, “It’s alright… it’s alright… only I know about this. Let go, just for tonight. This is our little secret. We won’t tell anyone.”
He continued his caresses, his words like honeyed poison.
He didn’t even touch her inappropriately, his fingers merely tracing her skin, but the tingling sensations were enough to overwhelm her, shattering her will. Soon, the once proud and virtuous Daoist nun, her mind broken, abandoned all resistance, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, her cries echoing through the night.
After about half an hour…
“Master? Master?” A voice called out in the distance.
Flickering torchlight, like a winding snake, approached through the forest. The young man held her close and whispered, “Remember, tonight is our little secret. I won’t tell anyone. And you should investigate what happened in Fang Family Town, what your ‘Benefactor Huo’ has been doing.”
“Then you’ll understand that he deserved to die. And I could have killed you, but I didn’t. I gave you pleasure. So, I’m the good guy here.”
Even he felt a sense of self-righteousness as he spoke, his sharp, menacing features, looming over the beautiful Daoist nun, strangely sinister.
The beautiful Daoist nun felt herself falling into an abyss. With a chilling smile, the young man sealed her acupoints and disappeared into the darkness.
“Master? Master?” Du Yuejiao called out anxiously, her voice echoing through the forest, startling the birds.
Behind her, Huo family martial artists and guards, carrying torches, searched the area.
She was confident in her master’s abilities. After all, she was a sixth-rank expert, trained in orthodox Chongxian Sect techniques. But her master had been gone for a long time, and a sense of unease gnawed at her.
Her calls echoed through the mountains, her own fear evident in her voice.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a tree, “I’m here.”
“Master!” Du Yuejiao cried, rushing towards her.
She grabbed her master’s hand, “Master, are you alright?” She examined her. Her hair was slightly disheveled, but her robe and sash were intact. She didn’t seem injured. Du Yuejiao sighed in relief.
Zhuo Mulan said softly, “I’m fine. That villain was too cunning. I chased him and injured him, but he still escaped.”
Du Yuejiao was relieved, “I’m glad you’re safe, Master. I ran into that female thief earlier, but she has a magical weapon, and I couldn’t capture her. The Huo family checked their vault, and a saber is missing, the Heroic Deeds Blade bestowed upon their ancestor by the Supreme Emperor.
“Hmph, that thief is becoming more and more brazen. I’ll make her pay.”
Zhuo Mulan said, “Since they escaped, there’s nothing we can do. Let’s go back down.” She took her disciple’s hand and led her through the forest.
She hated herself, disgusted by herself, but she also knew… she could never go back.
High above them, a small figure sat on a thin branch, its black gemstone eyes gleaming in the darkness…
Shi Hao circled the area, making sure he wasn’t being followed, and returned to the cave.
A figure in black leaped down from a tree. It was Xu Xiaoyan.
She said softly, almost sadly, “You’re back.”
Shi Hao asked, “Why do you sound so sad?”
Xu Xiaoyan sighed, “You encountered a powerful enemy. I was worried about you, so I waited here. I thought… I thought you might be dead. My heart ached for you. I was so worried, and now that you’re back, I feel like I wasted my emotions.”
“And the thought of having wasted my emotions makes me even sadder.”
Shi Hao said, exasperated, “Should I just die then, so you don’t waste your emotions?”
Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “Just kidding. Where’s the doll?”
Shi Hao asked, “What?”
Xu Xiaoyan said, “The doll? When I came back to the cave, I couldn’t find it. It must have followed you.”
Shi Hao turned around, not seeing the doll. He entered the cave and searched, but it wasn’t there.
They exchanged glances and quickly picked up their book box and medicine chest. “Let’s go!”
They rushed out of the cave and ran. Xu Xiaoyan said, “That thing is so creepy. I hope we can get rid of it.”
Shi Hao said, “Maybe it realized there’s no point in following us and left.”
Xu Xiaoyan, carrying the medicine chest, looked back at Shi Hao, tilting her head slightly, “By the way, why did it take you so long? I thought you might have been killed by that Daoist prude.”
Shi Hao said, “She’s stronger than me. It took a lot of effort to shake her off. Was it you who set the fire at the Huo estate?”
Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “I wanted to create a diversion for you, but I ran into your little lover. She looked quite fierce, and I’m not interested in fighting over a man, so I left. Oh, here’s your saber.”
She reached behind her and pulled the Heroic Deeds Blade, still in its scabbard, from her medicine chest.
Shi Hao took the saber and drew it in the dim moonlight. Although it hadn’t been used in a long time, the blade was still sharp, a faint, malevolent aura emanating from it. It was indeed a wicked weapon!
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