A man and a woman, eyes locked.
He stood before her; she sat on her throne, flustered, her gaze darting away.
"I wanted to see you, to know how you're doing, your mood, happy or sad?" His voice steadied, resolute, shedding earlier hesitation.
Qing, caught off guard by his advance, was speechless.
"I missed you..." Feng's tone softened, like a spring breeze, laden with tenderness.
"Lately, I've felt an inexplicable sadness, a fear that I might never see you again..."
His breathing quickened, noting Qing's clenched hands and flickering eyes, betraying her inner turmoil.
"I felt that if I didn't come, I'd regret it forever!"
Since their last meeting, this premonition haunted him, a sixth sense that had saved him countless times.
After that encounter, he sensed a growing distance from Qing, her figure like a fleeting mirage, fragile as a bubble.
In dreams, he saw her in another's arms, radiant and loving, but the man's face was a blur, a peerless figure, no doubt.
Feng couldn't bear it. He refused to lose Qing... or anyone.
So he came, driven by urgency, to bare his soul.
Initially, he faltered, speaking only of the Demonic Path, feeling the chasm between them widen, her thoughts elusive.
But her gentle plea ignited clarity, awakening him.
*I'm here for you, Qing, not the Emperor or the Demonic Path.*
In his fervor, he realized the gap wasn't as vast as he feared.
And to his delight, Qing's heart seemed to hold a spark for him.
"Qing!" He dropped formalities, calling her name.
A surge of courage made him bolder than ever.
"I love you!" he blurted, pouring his heart out.
"I wanted to see you, desperately!"
His confession, like a thunderbolt, left the brilliant Qing speechless.
Yet, her heart fluttered with quiet joy...
"Hm." She nodded shyly, head bowed, filling the anxious Feng with elation.
Unseen, her eyes fixed on the lacquered table, ming<[ling shyness with deep confusion.
Hearing his confession, Qing felt neither the expected thrill nor surprise, as if it were inevitable.
It seemed to guide her choice.
*Perhaps being with Feng... is my destiny.*
As for the other man who stirred her heart... let him be a dream, sent away.
Qing felt a sense of release.
Seeing her blush, Feng's heart pounded. Unable to resist, he reached out, his fingers grazing her flawless, jade-like chin.
Her silken skin sent a thrill through him.
He lifted her face, gazing at her unparalleled beauty and shy eyes, then leaned closer, drawn by desire.
Their heartbeats quickened in the empty hall, faces nearing, breaths mingling, the air thick with intimacy.
Qing's fragrant breaths brushed Feng's face, like a breeze through a flower sea.
Their lips drew closer, moments from touching...
Unnoticed, outside the hall, a grotesque old man, Elder Mu, clung to a cold pillar, peering through a crack, watching the scene unfold.
"No! No! No!" Elder Mu's wrinkled, blemished face twisted with jealousy, his heart roaring.
"The princess is mine! Mine!"
His claw-like fingers gouged the lacquered wood, leaving scratches, squeaking horribly.
"Get away from her! Leave!"
His obsession seemed to stir something; his dull eyes flared crimson, like bleeding orbs.
The barrier of his cultivation realm quivered.
As if hearing his rage, Qing trembled, her hazy gaze sharpening, the enchantment fading.
She saw Feng's youthful, stubborn face and his approaching lips.
Suddenly, she recalled witnessing Feng's passionate kiss with Xian Lilith in a grove.
*Feng... who else have you kissed like this?*
*Suya? Lian? ...Or Li?*
A wave of revulsion and discomfort surged within her.
"How many women have you been this close with?" Her icy voice shattered the tender moment.
Feng froze, mid-motion, at a loss.
*I... only Xian Lilith...*
He thought but couldn't speak, struck dumb.
Seeing his evasion, Qing felt a surge of disgust and weariness.
With a push, she distanced him, maintaining a measured gap.
"Qing..." Feng was stunned.
"Besides me, who else have you confessed to?" she pressed.
Feng was silent.
Qing closed her eyes, exhausted. After a pause, she opened them, a glimmer of hope in her voice. "From now on, only me."
This was her final line, even at the cost of her oath and dao heart.
"...I'm sorry." Feng could only muster this after a long pause.
He understood her meaning but couldn't let go.
He couldn't abandon Suya, Xian Lilith, Lian... or even Li, Qing's sister.
As his friend Mingxin said, he was both passionate and devoted.
"Feng." Qing's voice remained cold, like eternal moonlight, but her words felt hollow. "...I'm tired."
She no longer wished to see him.
Feng nodded silently, bowing. "I take my leave."
As he turned, a searing pain tore through him, as if leaving would cost him something irreplaceable.
His steps were slow, reluctant, the short distance to the threshold feeling like a thousand miles.
The further from Qing, the deeper his anguish, fearing she'd vanish like a wisp of wind.
At the threshold, her trembling voice stopped him.
"Would you... climb the Lunar Tower with me again, to watch the moon?"
Feng halted, a wild urge to turn back and embrace this solitary moon.
But he couldn't promise her.
More than passionate, he was greedy.
He couldn't let go not of Qing, Suya, Xian Lilith, or Lian.
"I'm sorry." He apologized again, stepping over the threshold without looking back.
Outside, he saw Elder Mu sweeping, and a sudden murderous impulse to kill this eunuch might change everything.
But he suppressed it, dismissing it as frustration. To act against a powerless old man was beneath him.
He arrived anxious and left in silence.
Yet he was Feng, a prodigy unmatched.
As he departed, Qing sat alone, her vision blurred, her piercing eyes clouded by mist.
She closed them, holding back tears, tormented by pain.
For a moment, if Feng had turned back, even to glance...
Even if he lied.
She'd have forsaken her dao, her immortality, everything.
But Feng had his pride; he wouldn't lie to her.
She knew. Yet her heart ached, torn apart.
After a long silence...
A timid, aged voice broke the stillness.
"Princess?"
Qing inhaled deeply, opening her eyes, resuming her serene facade, though her tone betrayed exhaustion. "What is it?"
"Are you... alright?" Elder Mu asked cautiously. "Hungry? Shall I prepare something?"
His timid concern warmed her heart. "No need," she replied softly.
"Oh!" Elder Mu bowed, inwardly jubilant.
Feng had failed!
*You thought you could steal my princess? No chance!*
As Elder Mu gloated, Qing rose, intending to clear her mind. She descended, pausing where Feng had sat, her eyes complex.
Stopping before Elder Mu, she eyed the hunched, diminutive old man and said, "You were spying outside, weren't you?"
"What?" Caught off guard, Elder Mu straightened, feigning innocence. "No... I was sweeping, yes, sweeping..."
Qing, towering over the shrunken eunuch, was unconvinced.
Though distracted by Feng, she sensed the tremor in her cultivation barrier.
And in the palace, only Elder Mu could affect her realm so.
"Is that so?" Her eyes narrowed, skeptical.
"Yes! I confess!" Elder Mu, exposed, shed his meekness, trembling with agitation. "I was jealous... jealous he could be so close to you, that you treated him so well..."
"Especially when you nearly kissed, I was in agony, wishing it were me!"
"Princess! My princess!"
His next move stunned Qing.
The usually timid Elder Mu, who only dared fantasize from afar, who sneaked additives into her meals, acted boldly.
"Ah?!" Qing gasped, panicked.
Elder Mu lunged at her, like a moth to flame, diving into her embrace before she could react.
"I love you! I love you so much!" he cried, burying his face in her ample, soft bosom. Her youthful breasts, though only eighteen, rivaled those of mature women, perfectly shaped, high, and firm, wrapped in layers of delicate garments. Her white dress accentuated their allure, revealing glimpses of flawless skin that dazzled like snow, their curves breathtaking, hinting at their fullness, stirring endless desire.
Elder Mu's nose sank into her deep cleavage, surrounded by her fragrance, sweeter than any flower. Inhaling, he felt purified, her scent like fresh milk, tempting him to bite and savor.
His arms clutched her slender waist, smooth and youthful, neither seductive nor matronly, but soft yet taut, unforgettable. He held tight, fearing she'd vanish.
"You... bold! Release me!" Qing, lulled by Elder Mu's usual meekness, was caught off guard by his assault.
His masculine scent overwhelmed her, especially the pungent odor from his oversized manhood, its massive sac emitting a dizzying musk that weakened her.
Recalling that night, she faltered, shouting to push him away.
"Ah!" Sure enough, Elder Mu's withered hands seized her firm, round buttocks, his claw-like fingers sinking into her soft, youthful flesh despite layers of clothing. He felt their elastic fullness, like kneading dough, each touch a wave of sensation. Her hips, perfectly round like a jade moon, enveloped his fingers, leaving deep marks.
He manipulated her flesh, stretching and squeezing, distorting their perfect shape into ellipses or flattened forms, reveling in their pliancy, his rough touch igniting a burning sensation in her.
"Princess! Fairy Qing..." His muffled voice came from her bosom, his hot breaths penetrating her clothes, raising goosebumps on her skin.
A heat bloomed in her lower abdomen, a moist, awakened sensation spreading, rendering her breathless.
Most alarming was the massive, scalding rod she felt between her thighs, a monstrous shaft she'd glimpsed before.
She knew it well: a thirty-centimeter, arm-thick rod, its purple-red tip like a fist, oozing fluid, veined and pulsing, with sac-like testicles that unleashed torrents of thick, odorous semen, potentWITH life.
Qing's thoughts wavered between fear and an indescribable pull...
"Release me!" Using her cultivation, she shook free, forcing Elder Mu back.
His erection strained his pants, forming a grotesque tent, the mushroom-like tip visible.
Panting, Qing's heaving chest accentuated her curves, each breath a sway that enthralled Elder Mu, who licked his lips, savoring her scent.
Before he could react, Qing fled the hall.
Elder Mu stood, relishing his triumph over Feng, yet fearing retribution.
But no punishment came, and he rejoiced. "Princess... you're too kind!"
Recalling her buttocks' feel, he murmured, "It wasn't a dream..."
Realizing Qing had desires too, his depraved thoughts deepened…
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