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Chapter 74: "What Are You Doing? Don’t Ask What You Already Know."
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 12:18:46 +0000 UTCSolon couldn't care less. Since she had entered his domain, she was no longer in control.
With a mere wave of his hand, accompanied by a startled cry, Hanabi was yanked through the air straight into his grasp.
Golden vines slithered out from the void, instantly coiling around her body, binding her tightly.
Hanabi's figure was already voluptuous, but now, constrained by the vines, her prominent "front armor" strained against her clothes, nearly bursting free.
"Great Master, what are you doing!?" Hanabi cried out.
"What am I doing? Don't ask what you already know."
Solon's lips curled into a lewd smirk. Fortunately, though he was a monk, he was a handsome monk.
When a good-looking person smiles like that, it's called charm. If they were ugly? Then it'd just be creepy.
Hanabi's reaction said everything about Solon's looks.
Her face flushed crimson, her expression a mix of bashfulness and reluctant anticipation.
"Great Master, if you truly want me to… serve you, at least not here. I'm afraid someone might walk in midway. And not in front of my sister, I—"
Hanabi pleaded rapidly, her words tumbling out.
Seeing no escape, Hanabi—ever the pragmatist—stopped resisting.
But the location was too much for her to bear, especially with her sister on the verge of waking. If Xueyi saw her like this, she'd rather die.
Solon, of course, had no intention of indulging her.
Not to mention that this Palace of the Abundance was populated only by his "celestial maidens," the more Hanabi feared being seen, the more it excited him.
The essence of "training" was to erode the target's sense of shame bit by bit, to break their limits again and again, until their body instinctively obeyed commands—transforming them into nothing more than a tool of pleasure.
So Solon straightened his face, adopting a stern, righteous tone:
"This humble monk has expended great effort to enlighten you, to help you grasp the profundity of Buddhist teachings and ascend to paradise. Yet your mind remains mired in filth! Clearly, the impurities within you run deep. You require thorough purification!"
Hanabi was dumbstruck.
She had met shameless people before, but none this shameless.
Before spouting such nonsense, maybe he should take a look at himself—shirtless, brandishing his Vajra Pestle of Subjugation.
Before she could react, the golden vines twisted her around, dragging her back-first toward Solon.
Without hesitation, Solon raised the Vajra Pestle and brought it down hard on Hanabi.
CRACK!
"AH—!"
A scream tore from her throat. It felt as though her body had been split in two.
The blow was so vicious that blood gushed out instantly.
A savage, exhilarated light flickered in Solon's eyes, his entire being radiating manic energy.
One hand steadied Hanabi to keep her from thrashing, while the other wielded the Vajra Pestle, relentlessly assaulting her wounded flesh.
Hanabi's cries of agony filled the air, until eventually, the pain grew so intense she nearly suffocated.
Then, Solon spoke softly:
"Are you sure you want to scream so loudly?"
He pointed meaningfully at Xueyi, lying unconscious nearby.
Hanabi's body stiffened abruptly, every muscle tensing under Solon's grasp.
A look of delight crossed his face.
Hanabi cared about nothing in this world—no, there was one thing: her sister, her only family.
So for the next while, no matter how fiercely Solon struck her with the Vajra, she clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound.
Blood trailed from her wounds, streaking her pale skin with grotesque patterns before dripping to the floor.
Moved by her tenacity, Solon redoubled his efforts, the force of his blows sending ripples through her voluptuous body.
When even this failed to break her, a sly grin crept onto his face.
He raised a hand, summoning the power of Abundance. The healing energy enveloped Hanabi's injuries, dulling most of the pain.
Just as confusion flickered in her eyes, a scorching, prickling heat erupted from her wounds, followed by an unbearable itch.
Solon understood a fundamental truth:
Pain—whether physical or emotional—has its limits. The body has safeguards; the mind grows numb.
But if you grant relief first, then inflict suffering, the agony multiplies.
Like eating something sweet after salt—the contrast heightens the sensation.
Or Stockholm Syndrome: abuse them, then show kindness, and they'll thank you.
Juxtaposition amplifies both extremes. And in the cycle of conditioning, repetition breeds efficiency.
Sure enough, Hanabi soon began to squirm, soft whimpers escaping her lips.
"Mmm… ah~!"
But this time, her voice carried a strange note—beneath the distress, something hotter, harder to suppress.
Once the dam breaks, there's no going back.
Hanabi's moans grew louder, her restraint crumbling. At first, she still fought to muffle herself.
Seeing this, Solon smirked and changed tactics.
Light strikes at first, letting her adjust—then BAM, a sudden, brutal impact.
The abrupt shift shattered her control.
"KYAA—!!"
The moment that shameless cry tore free, overwhelming humiliation burned through her. She bit her lip, trying to anchor herself with pain.
A futile effort.
Soon, the sounds returned, louder, unrestrained—a symphony of torment and unmistakable want.
"Ahhn~"
Then—
A soft groan.
From Xueyi.
Hanabi's entire body locked up.
Her sister, still unconscious, stirred slightly, eyelashes fluttering.
The realization hit like a thunderbolt:
She was moaning like a whore in front of her most cherished sister.
"Tch—!"
Solon sucked in a sharp breath.
In "retribution," his palm snapped out, landing a stinging slap on Hanabi's generous rear.
The sharp SMACK left a vivid red handprint on her milky skin.
Perhaps refusing to disgrace herself further before Xueyi, Hanabi didn't make a sound.
Solon threw everything he had at her, but her lips stayed sealed.
Faced with renewed defiance, his eyes gleamed with inspiration.
The vines shifted—
Suddenly, Hanabi was suspended directly above Xueyi's face.
One glance upon waking, and her sister would see everything.
"N-No! Wait! What are you—!?"
Hanabi understood instantly, panic lacing her voice.
A devil's whisper grazed her ear:
"Wouldn't it be wonderful… if your sister's first sight was your glorious display?"
Comments
Fuji Tatsumaki
And the vines can act as tentacles... Amithaba, Abbot Solon.
