When Solon's fingers trailed down Jingliu's back, sliding all the way to the base of her spine, she finally couldn't hold back any longer—her entire body trembled like she'd been electrocuted.
The corners of Solon's lips curled into a classic villainous smirk.
He leaned close to her ear, suddenly nipping at her delicate earlobe.
"If you want to moan, do it loud. Let everyone below hear you."
The sensitive touch sent an electric jolt through her, and Jingliu nearly cried out on the spot. But she barely managed to stifle it, forcing out only a choked, muffled whimper.
"Nngh—!"
The next second, Solon's words poured over her like icy water.
Biting back the flames rising inside her, Jingliu hissed through gritted teeth:
"Wh-Who would… ngh—!"
Before she could finish, Solon seized the moment to play dirty.
Jingliu couldn't suppress a sharp gasp.
She immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, desperate to silence herself.
But the more she resisted, the more Solon wanted to break her.
He needed to see that ice-cold, sculpted face twist into something far more debauched.
Somehow, as if guided by instinct, Solon mastered the art of tuning a stringed instrument—tightening and loosening in turns, coaxing erratic, breathless melodies from his unwilling instrument.
By the time he was satisfied, the tension had built to unbearable heights.
With a long exhale, Solon finally released the overwhelming pressure he'd been holding back.
Jingliu, who had endured his performance to the end, collapsed to her knees before him, unable to withstand the force.
Her hands braced against the railing, her pale cheeks flushed feverishly, sweat-drenched silver strands clinging to her skin. Her lips parted slightly, each panting breath carrying scorching sweetness as her chest heaved violently.
A few strands of her hair had caught between her lips, the silver stark against the red.
Her blue armor lay in tatters, revealing patches of skin beneath. Thankfully, the Xianzhou natives' regenerative abilities had already begun sealing the wounds left by blades—though fresh bruises now decorated her body, dark fingerprints blooming across her flesh like vengeful violets.
Gazing at the ravaged beauty before him, Solon felt no pity. If anything, the sight of her broken state only stoked the cruelty in his heart.
With a vicious grin, he reached for her again.
For the first time, a flicker of panic flashed in Jingliu's usually unshakable, ice-cold eyes.
"No—! I can't take anymore! Don't—!"
Her desperate cry echoed across the high platform once more…
[Live Simulation Mode: Ended.]
Solon licked his lips.
Jingliu tasted delicious.
After savoring the memory, he turned his attention back to the simulation.
[Perhaps you took too long. Perhaps Jingliu secretly sent a signal when you weren't looking. But suddenly, Teng Xiao and Yueyu arrived—together.]
[Even as an Emanator of Abundance with insane regeneration, facing two of the Reignbow Arbiter's generals at once was too much.]
[Left with no choice, you abandoned your newly acquired "plaything" and fled in disgrace.]
Solon sighed.
Women really do slow down your sword draw.
But he was happy to indulge.
Besides, if he was being honest, his loss wasn't because of Jingliu—it was because he wasn't strong enough.
If he were as powerful as an Aeon, who cared if he got distracted? Crushing two generals would've been as easy as squashing ants.
Solon's little brother had enjoyed himself, but trouble followed soon after.
[After your… intimate encounter, Jingliu became obsessed with finding you—to properly repay your "kindness."]
[She went mad, ignoring her injuries and safety, slaughtering every Abundance abomination she came across.]
Solon rubbed his nose, mildly annoyed.
He'd known Jingliu would be troublesome—just not this troublesome.
She'd already had yandere potential, but now? Full-blown psycho.
Not that he was scared. With his regeneration and superior strength, Jingliu stood no chance alone—she'd basically be delivering herself to him.
But having a lunatic constantly hunting him was a hassle.
A consequence of failing to control his urges? Maybe.
Did he regret it?
Hell no.
Jingliu was worth it.
[By chance, Jingliu encountered your squad. The moment she saw you, she attacked like a rabid beast.]
[After paying a small price, you captured her again.]
[This time, you showed no mercy, toying with her until helpless tears of humiliation streaked her face.]
[Afterward, you developed a taste for this cat-and-mouse game—and let her go.]
[Furious at being used again, Jingliu threw herself into swordsmanship, training like a demon while hunting you relentlessly.]
[You, now addicted to the game, began leaving deliberate clues to lure her in.]
[She never disappointed. The moment she found you, her blade was already flashing toward your throat.]
[Another battle. Another defeat.]
[Despite Jingliu's rapid growth—even learning to weave moonlight into her strikes—she still couldn't beat you. After all, you hadn't been idle either.]
[Once again, you claimed your prize, taking your fill before releasing her.]
[Gradually, a twisted rhythm formed between you: Jingliu trained obsessively, challenged you, lost, endured your "lessons," then left—only to repeat the cycle.]
[If not for the murderous glint in her eyes every time she saw you, or the way she fought like a cornered beast—no defense, pure suicidal fury—]
[You might've looked like a very, very dysfunctional couple.]
Solon stroked his chin.
Jingliu's behavior puzzled him.
This wasn't love. More like hatred mixed with Stockholm syndrome.
Logically, with all the negativity she'd absorbed—and her already unstable emotions—she should've succumbed to Mara long ago.
Maybe it was her relentless pursuit of vengeance, combined with Solon's… stress-relief methods, that kept her clinging to sanity.
[This twisted dance continued until another upheaval shattered the status quo…]
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