Perverted Woman

“Senior Sister Li, what exactly is your intention? Please speak plainly,” Ye Qingyun finally broke his prolonged silence. “Surely, you didn’t invite me here just to witness such an explicit display.”

Li Qing, however, remained entirely unperturbed by his words.

“Not at all. Such sights are quite common within our Demonic Sect,” Li Qing replied, a sinister smile playing on her lips as she gazed at Ye Qingyun. “As a disciple of our sect, whether male or female, one must possess either immense strength or effective means of self-preservation to protect their body.”

“To be frank, among all in this world, I find you, Junior Sister Ye, particularly intriguing.”

The chilling mirth in Li Qing’s smile sent a shiver down Ye Qingyun’s spine. He harbored no illusions that this was merely a jest.

Ye Qingyun remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Li Qing. Simultaneously, he began to subtly gather his inner strength, preparing for an imminent counterattack.

“Hmph, there’s no need to waste your energy,” Li Qing scoffed, her eyes casting a chilling glance at the man who had been lingering beside them. “While your power may be peculiar, it is utterly insufficient to contend with me. You may leave now.”

Upon receiving Li Qing’s dismissal, the man instantly made his escape.

As the man departed, the stone door sealed shut once more. Ye Qingyun stood perfectly still, understanding implicitly that he would not be permitted to leave unless Li Qing willed it.

After dismissing the man, Li Qing leisurely donned her clothes. She then strolled towards Ye Qingyun, regarding him with a condescending gaze from a distance of roughly ten feet.

“Remove your veil. Let me have a look,” Li Qing commanded, her tone devoid of any politeness. “Allow your Senior Sister to finally see what you truly look like, Junior Sister.”

Rules established by the sect meant nothing to them; the Demonic Sect had no fixed codes of conduct. After all, rules were merely shackles for the weak.

“I apologize, but the sect has a regulation,” Ye Qingyun stated, his voice firm. “Female disciples are not permitted to remove their veils without due cause.”

At his words, Li Qing merely chuckled, her gaze on Ye Qingyun deepening with evident amusement.

“Haha, how amusing, Ye Qingyun,” Li Qing laughed, her eyes glinting. “Do you not understand that rules are crafted by the strong for the weak? And before me, you are undeniably the weak.”

“You need only abide by my rules. Remove that veil, or you will compel me to resort to force.” A sinister aura began to emanate from Li Qing, heavy with an oppressive presence.

Ye Qingyun’s brows furrowed tightly. He knew, with a sinking certainty, that he was about to suffer a significant disadvantage.

After a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly reached up and removed his veil, unveiling his true countenance.

The moment his ethereal, yet strikingly cold and peerless beauty was revealed, Li Qing’s eyes immediately glazed over with infatuation. Practitioners of the Demonic Sect made no attempt to conceal their carnal desires; indeed, the deeper one delved into their demonic path, the more pronounced such urges became.

“What a truly exquisite face,” Li Qing murmured, a possessive delight in her voice. “I like it.”

She raised a hand, reaching out to caress Ye Qingyun’s cheek.

However, Ye Qingyun deftly evaded the touch. He took a swift step backward, sidestepping Li Qing’s outstretched hand, and then spoke with a resolute tone.

“Enough, Senior Sister Li. Let us not waste any more time,” Ye Qingyun stated. “I hardly believe you summoned me here merely to entertain some fleeting notions about me. Speak your mind: what is it you truly desire?”

Observing Ye Qingyun’s evasive move, a flicker of clear displeasure crossed Li Qing’s eyes. Yet, she had not summoned Ye Qingyun for his beauty alone. The earlier spectacle had been primarily intended to instill a profound sense of psychological pressure within Ye Qingyun.

What woman, after all, could remain utterly unmoved upon witnessing such an intimate act between another woman and a man? Alas, Li Qing had misjudged her target; Ye Qingyun was truly no ordinary woman.

“Hmph, very well then, I shall cease my pretense,” Li Qing declared. “I have set my sights on your cultivation technique. It is unequivocally not a teaching of our Five Poisons Sect; we possess no such art.”

“Surrender it to me, and I shall guarantee your safe departure from this place.” With these words, Li Qing finally unveiled her true objective.

As expected, she coveted Ye Qingyun’s Seven Emotions and Six Desires Art.

‘So, she truly came for my abilities,’ Ye Qingyun mused inwardly.

Yet, how could Ye Qingyun possibly relinquish it so easily? More to the point, he couldn’t even hand it over—it wasn’t as if he could gouge out his own eyes and present them to his opponent.

“Oh, you refer to a cultivation technique?” Ye Qingyun countered, subtly shifting the topic. “Then Senior Sister Li, you are mistaken. This is not a cultivation technique I possess, but rather an inherent ability.”

“Have you truly not perceived anything distinct about me compared to ordinary individuals?”

At this, Li Qing’s attention finally settled upon Ye Qingyun’s eyes. Indeed, Ye Qingyun’s crimson irises were undeniably distinctive.

“An ability? Are you suggesting you possess a unique physique?” Li Qing quickly surmised, a new thought dawning upon her.

“Precisely. I am indeed of a unique constitution,” Ye Qingyun responded with composure. “What you perceive as a cultivation technique is merely an manifestation of my innate ability. Therefore, I am unable to ‘give’ it to you.”

This revelation left Li Qing considerably disappointed. She didn’t believe Ye Qingyun was jesting, as such a possibility was entirely plausible; that distinct power truly did not resemble the effects of a conventional cultivation technique.

While the matter of the cultivation technique had proven disappointing, Ye Qingyun himself had ignited a profound interest within Li Qing.

“Oh, if that is the case, then my hands are tied,” Li Qing chuckled, a chilling glint in her eyes. “I am not one to ever return empty-handed. Since there is no cultivation technique to be had, then you shall surrender your body instead.”

“I, too, wish to sample a woman possessing a unique bloodline. Here, I possess a dual cultivation method specifically for women, and I desire your primordial yin.” With a sudden, swift movement, Li Qing cast a Body-Fixing Spell, which instantly struck Ye Qingyun.

Li Qing’s strike was incredibly swift, leaving Ye Qingyun no time to react. In an instant, he completely lost control over his physical form.

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‘So fast! It’s over,’ Ye Qingyun thought in utter dismay. ‘This woman is a complete pervert!’

Li Qing swiftly caught Ye Qingyun before he could collapse, then scooped him up by the waist. She gently placed him on the large bed situated within the stone chamber.

Once Ye Qingyun lay upon the bed, Li Qing’s smile broadened menacingly.

“Qingyun, you truly are a vision of beauty,” Li Qing purred, her expression utterly depraved. “What a tragic waste that such peerless allure is destined to be ruined by my hands.”

With a wicked smirk, Li Qing reached out to caress Ye Qingyun’s face.

Ye Qingyun desperately wished to unleash a torrent of curses upon his tormentor, but only his eyes retained any capacity for movement.

Ever since joining the Demonic Sect, Ye Qingyun had harbored a deep-seated fear of such an eventuality. Now, his worst nightmares had materialized. This was the brutal reality of the Demonic Path: without sufficient power, one could not even protect their own self.

He was simply too weak.

“You vile wretch, even if I cannot resist, I will never surrender my primordial yin to you!” Ye Qingyun seethed internally, his eyes blazing with furious defiance as he glared at Li Qing. “Remember this, you accursed woman!”

He vowed to engrave this woman’s image indelibly into his memory.

Immediately after, Ye Qingyun’s eyes flickered once, and his expression abruptly faded into a vacant stare. He had, astonishingly, utilized his own power to seal away his consciousness, refusing to endure the impending ordeal.

With his consciousness locked away, Ye Qingyun’s eyes instantly dulled to a lifeless grey. His entire being became utterly still, as if he were a corpse.

Sensing the abrupt shift, Li Qing’s raised hand froze mid-air. She stared at the seemingly lifeless Ye Qingyun, a surge of profound annoyance washing over her.

“Hmph, how intriguing,” Li Qing sneered. “She sealed her own consciousness. Fine, you wish to play games with me, do you? Then this old woman shall indulge you.”

“I am eager to discover whether your will is truly unyielding, or if raw desire will ultimately prevail.” Ye Qingyun’s sudden, defiant act seemed to have thoroughly infuriated Li Qing.

With a flick of her wrist, a small, pink pill materialized in Li Qing’s palm. Without hesitation, she forced the concoction into Ye Qingyun’s mouth, ensuring he swallowed it. This was undoubtedly no benign substance.

“Hmph, this is quite the treasure,” Li Qing cackled maliciously. “The Profound Yin Joyful Union Pill—even the most virtuous and resolute woman will succumb to depravity after consuming it.”

“I am eager to see if your physical body proves as unyielding as your sealed consciousness.”

True to the unpredictable and eccentric nature of Demonic Sect cultivators, Li Qing did not touch Ye Qingyun after administering the pill. Instead, she merely settled back, patiently awaiting its effects.