Come At Me Directly! If You Dare, Fight!
Qiweiya hung suspended in mid-air, her limbs bound by two specialized divinity-binding shackles. She was positioned like a spit-roasted pig, with multiple restrictions surrounding her, severing all connection to her primal essence.
Indeed, she was now nothing more than a helpless, salted fish.
Her eyes glistening with tears, Qiweiya gazed at the stone wall etched with arcane glyphs of law. In her current precarious position, the wall was all she could see. ‘Why has it come to this?’ she mused bitterly. ‘What should have been a joyous occasion, a double dose of happiness, has instead devolved into this bitter pleasure? No! I can’t even find pleasure in this suffering!’
“My lovely Qiweiya, what are you muttering about now~” A voice purred, drawing closer. “Are you so famished and parched that you’re ready to receive my indulgence?”
Qiweiya watched her long-time acquaintance stride into the chamber. Despite the terror churning within her, she forced herself to remain calm. “What have you done to William Turner?”
A figure draped in a vibrant, traditional-style gown of deep red entered. Its hem, trimmed with white lace, reached just above her knees, revealing a pair of slender, beautiful legs encased in purple stockings. Long sleeves danced playfully, brushing against Qiweiya’s face.
Qiweiya grit her teeth, glaring at the malicious young woman before her. “Coril! What is your ultimate purpose in imprisoning me here? I refuse to believe you simply want me; it can’t be that straightforward. The moment my connection to the Origin is severed, other Primal Deities will sense it. What you’re doing is condemning your entire race to destruction!”
Coril’s flame-hued eyes, alight with a hint of amusement, fixed on the darling she had longed for day and night. “Aside from you, I truly can’t conceive of any other desire that would drive me to such a mad act.”
Qiweiya frowned. “Are you serious? We’ve only met once. No matter how I think about it, isn’t this excessive?”
Coril gently caressed Qiweiya’s flawless, delicate face. “Perhaps for you, it is so~ But I am certain I can’t live without you. You know our draconic nature, don’t you? So, be a good girl and stay with me until death.”
Qiweiya watched Coril’s hand playfully wandering on her face. “Hmph! Missed.”
Coril let out a soft peal of laughter. “Giggle, giggle, giggle~ I never thought my little darling could be so mischievous. Yet, even a small gesture from you is enough to make me lose control.”
Qiweiya felt an unsettling warmth spread through her body, her expression contorting in alarm. “Bloody hell! What did you just do? This feeling… Damn it! Why do I feel like I need to urinate!”
Coril’s lithe body wrapped around Qiweiya’s small waist. “Damn! You’re so heavy! Get off me, my lady! I’m cut off from my Origin; my frail body can’t endure your roughhousing. By the heavens! Where are you touching? You can’t touch there!”
Qiweiya writhed restlessly, as if by doing so she could shake off the demented woman clinging to her like a lizard.
Coril stroked Qiweiya’s vulnerable abdomen. “Ha~” She felt Qiweiya’s flushing, feverish body. “I never imagined my little darling would be so fragile without her powers. Yet, even like this, you still hit my sweet spot.”
Qiweiya snapped indignantly. “Nonsense! Even like this, I’m at the peak of the Watcher class! If not for your wicked restraints limiting the flow of law and my divine consciousness, I’d teach you how to be a dragon in minutes!”
Coril shook her double coiled buns, which had become slightly disheveled from their current position. “You’re shaking like a leaf from my touch, yet you can still maintain such defiance? Truly worthy of the very person I’ve set my sights on.”
A peculiar look crossed Qiweiya’s face. “Why does that sound so familiar?”
“Didn’t you say that to my descendant?” Coril replied. “That child was brimming with grievances~ She specifically reminded me to say that when I came.”
Qiweiya wore a look of utter discomfort. ‘I never thought it would come back to haunt me… Indeed, the cycles of karma are inescapable, and Heaven spares no one.’
Qiweiya watched, astonished, as Coril remained uncharacteristically silent. “Mhm~ Good heavens! Why are you touching my chest? If you want milk, get your own! I’m flat as a board here; you’re touching nothing! Damn it! You’re still touching!”
Coril whispered a searing breath behind Qiweiya’s ear, watching her flush crimson, then licked her. “I never realized your body was so sensitive~ If I were to touch your intimate parts now, kukuku~ you’d undoubtedly be dripping wet.”
Qiweiya’s composure shattered. “For heaven’s sake! Don’t mess around! I’m telling you, you’ll be targeted by others if you act like this!”
“Heh~ If it were by you, I’d be thrilled beyond measure.”
“Dream on!” Qiweiya scoffed. “I wouldn’t even indulge myself, let alone you! Go find a block of wood and satisfy yourself first!”
“Did you just say ‘say more’?” Coril asked. Qiweiya tried to cover her mouth, but realized she was bound. “No, you misheard.”
Coril laughed. “Hehehe, you’re so unforthcoming~ Your body is already so limp it’s affecting your will, yet you remain so stubborn! I can’t wait to peel off your clothes and see what interesting reactions you’ll have when we’re truly exposed to each other~”
“Enough!” Qiweiya roared. “I can’t take this anymore! Respond to me! Scythe of Eternity!” Coril felt a potent surge of peril and instantly left Qiweiya, appearing at the mouth of the cavern.
Qiweiya held her Primal Divine Artifact with both hands, fully activated. She fixed Coril with a venomous stare. “Now I’ll see who dominates whom! If you dare, fight me!”
Coril gave a forced chuckle. “You’re not serious, are you? I was just playing around with you.”
“Bang!” The rounded end of the scythe struck the stone floor. “Who’s playing around with you?! You’ve provoked me to such an extent, and you expect a peaceful end? Do you think I’m a common plaything? Believe it or not, one swing of this scythe now will shatter your very soul, denying you reincarnation!”
Coril got angry too. “Hmph! Only you are so high and mighty. I was pressed against you for so long; dare you say you didn’t feel any pleasure?”
“This… this is different! I was forced! How could I possibly feel comfortable!”
“Hmph, you’re so self-righteous,” Coril retorted. “Don’t you know that intimacy is a mutual experience? Reaping benefits yet playing the victim!”
Qiweiya stomped her foot in rage. “To hell with your ‘mutual experience’! I’m done talking to you about this! Just one thing: draw your line and face me!”
Coril collapsed dramatically onto the floor, feigning helplessness. “No! If you want to hit me, go ahead~ I won’t fight back anyway.”
“Damn it!” Qiweiya exclaimed. “You incense me, then just lie there, expecting me to vent my frustration? You have quite the imagination! If you want your clan to still be able to bear offspring, get up and let me hit you a hundred times!”
Coril’s flame-red eyes narrowed, fixing Qiweiya with a piercing, icy stare. “What do you intend to do?”
Qiweiya was happy to finally get a reaction. “To finally have a proper spar, of course! I’ve been suppressing my full strength for millennia, unable to use it. Now that I see someone I won’t feel bad about hitting, naturally, I want a proper brawl!”
The corner of Coril’s mouth twitched. “So, I’m just a living sandbag? Hit and discarded? Or only fit to be beaten by you…”
Qiweiya coughed twice. “Of course not. At least, it’s nice to feel something that isn’t an air-filled doll~”
Coril, an otherworldly being, looked bewildered. “What do you mean?”
“Never mind that,” Qiweiya waved off. “One question: will you fight or not?”
“I can ‘engage’?” Coril asked. Qiweiya nodded. “Of course! How else would I vent my frustration?”
“Oh, I’m coming!” A soft rustle of fabric filled the air. Qiweiya was shocked by Coril’s actions. “What the hell! What do you mean by undressing? Do you only know how to engage in carnal acts? What kind of depraved thoughts fill your head?! Put your clothes back on, now!”
“No, I won’t!” Coril declared. “If I’m dressed, you’ll definitely hit me!” Qiweiya felt like she was going crazy. “Can’t you have any decency? My scythe is already ravenous for action!”
“No!” Coril countered. “If you’re so impatient, climb on top and take the initiative~ I’ll cooperate.”
“Clang~” Qiweiya, fuming with anger, stabbed her scythe into the stone slab. “I’ve never met anyone more devoid of all decency than you!”
“I’m not human,” Coril stated.
“Ah… Right, you’re not human.” A sudden realization dawned on Qiweiya as she looked at the alluring Coril. “Then I can indulge without restraint?”
Coril struck a provocative posture on the ground, challenging her. “Come on~ I love seeing you like this, wanting to pounce but too afraid.”
Qiweiya bristled with indignation. “I never thought you’d be so vile, but I won’t take the bait! If I did, wouldn’t it be exactly what you want? Do you take me for a fool?”
Coril donned her clothes and sighed wistfully. “What a shame~ I was so close to succeeding.”
Qiweiya retorted dismissively. “Impossible! I possess an iron will and steadfast resolve! You think someone of your looks can seduce me? Heh, dream on~”
“Bang—”
Coril’s voice dropped. “It seems you’ve really stirred up a hornet’s nest this time… My people are here to investigate the premises.”
Coril paused, startled, then swiftly clothed herself, shot a furious glare at Qiweiya, and rushed out.
Qiweiya scratched her nose, a look of injustice on her face. “Why is she blaming me? I was clearly the victim here.”