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Chapter 9: Full Auto!
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 07:17:44 +0000 UTCSolon assumed that after this so-called "date" in Golden Alley—which was really just another session of "training" the puppet—the simulation would end immediately.
To his surprise, even after Baiheng left, the immersive mode continued.
A flicker of anticipation flashed in Solon's eyes.
Though the idea of public indecency was thrilling, he could only indulge in some hands-on fun in such a crowded place. The "training" had only stoked his desires further.
After seeing Baiheng off, Solon wasted no time dragging Jingliu back to his residence.
Unexpectedly, Jingliu was even more impatient than him—the moment the door closed, she acted.
Don't misunderstand—she literally acted.
With a BANG!, Solon was slammed violently against the wall by Jingliu. The impact was so fierce that the wall trembled, dust raining down on them from above.
"Don't even think about laying a finger on her. I'll kill you."
Jingliu's right arm pressed against Solon's throat, pinning him in place. She leaned in, her face inches from his, her expression icy as she delivered her warning.
The familiar cold fragrance filled his nostrils, but there was not a trace of warmth in Jingliu's demeanor now. Her pale crimson eyes radiated murderous intent.
Solon had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing, Jingliu wouldn't hesitate to end him.
But he wasn't afraid at all.
After all this time "training" her, he had explored every inch of her body. He knew her every weakness, every soft spot, every place that made her tremble—exactly how to control her.
"Master, I've already told you. You're the only one I'm interested in."
As he spoke, Solon slowly but firmly pushed Jingliu's arm away from his throat.
Then, in one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, forcing her flush against his chest.
He leaned close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"But if you dare speak to me like that again… I can't guarantee what might happen to that little fox girl."
His threat was delivered with absolute dominance. Jingliu's killing intent flared even hotter.
Their position was undeniably intimate, yet the air between them was frigid enough to freeze bone.
Jingliu instinctively tried to break free, but for some reason, her usually icy body felt weak, as if melting under his touch.
Her struggles were futile. Solon could feel her writhing in his embrace like a serpent, her body sliding against his as if countless soft hands were caressing him.
Desire burned hotter.
Solon's little brother stood at attention, pressing insistently against the curve of her backside.
Jingliu stiffened, her breath hitching—whether in fury or something else, even she couldn't tell.
Suddenly, he released her.
Jingliu stared at him in confusion. Solon walked over to a chair, sat down, and patted his thigh.
"Sit."
Jingliu's eyes turned glacial—desire instantly replaced by murderous intent.
She glared at him, her hand instinctively gripping the hilt of her sword, as if she might draw it at any moment and cut him in half.
A terrifying killing intent surged like a tsunami—the kind honed from slaughtering countless Abundance abominations, their blood crystallizing into pure malice. Against a weaker-willed foe, even moving would be impossible.
Unfortunately for her, Solon wasn't fazed.
In his mind, the image of Jingliu riding him desperately, her face flushed with shame, was far more vivid.
Her murderous aura? Meaningless.
"Get on. Now. Don't make me say it a third time."
After a tense standoff, Jingliu—eyes filled with unwillingness—sat stiffly on his lap, her back straight, her muscles coiled like a blade ready to strike.
Pat. Pat.
Solon smacked her lightly, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
"Need a reminder? Move. Yourself."
Humiliated, Jingliu's eyes burned with fury.
"I'll kill you—!"
Solon just grinned shamelessly and thrust his hips upward sharply, forcing a gasp from her lips.
"I'm giving you the chance right now. Move."
"Nngh—!"
The sudden motion forced a moan from Jingliu's lips—one dripping with unmistakable desire. She quickly bit down on her finger, trying to stifle the sound, her snow-white cheeks flushing even redder.
Under Solon's relentless demands, Jingliu—cornered by her own weakness—began moving reluctantly, her hips rocking in slow, measured motions, as if every inch of movement was a battle fought and lost.
But Solon wasn't satisfied.
"Faster."
She obeyed, her breath coming in short, controlled bursts.
"Harder."
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her pride warring with the pleasure coiling low in her stomach.
Solon watched her with dark amusement, his hands roaming possessively over her waist, her hips, the curve of her back—everywhere he knew she was most sensitive.
"You hate this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a taunting whisper against her ear. "Hate how your body betrays you. Hate how easily you fall apart under my hands."
Jingliu's only response was a choked sound, half-growl, half-moan, as he deliberately dragged his fingers over a spot that made her shudder.
"But you can't stop, can you?"
She hated him.
Hated the way his touch set her skin on fire. Hated the way her traitorous body arched into his hands, seeking more even as her mind screamed for resistance.
And most of all, she hated the way he knew it.
Solon leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head, utterly at ease as he let her do the work, her movements growing more frantic, less controlled.
No wonder everyone loved full-auto mode. Effortless and comfortable—perfect.
Jingliu's breath hitched, her rhythm faltering as pleasure built, her thighs trembling.
"Don't stop," Solon commanded, his voice rough. "Not until I say so."
Her fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt, her body caught between defiance and surrender.
And then—
A muffled cry, laced with suppressed lust, echoed through the room as she came undone, her body collapsing against his, her forehead pressed to his shoulder as she fought to steady her breathing.
Solon smirked, running a hand through her hair.
"Good girl."
Jingliu's eyes snapped open, fury reigniting—but before she could retaliate, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him.
"Now," he murmured, trailing a finger down her throat, "my turn."
[Immersive Mode Ended. Simulation Resuming.]
Even after exiting the simulation, Solon could still faintly smell that cool, lingering fragrance. The memory of her warm, supple body seemed imprinted on his palms.
No wonder they say it takes three years to learn virtue, but only three days to fall into vice.
The immersive mode had him addicted.
And the darker, more manipulative actions he took in the simulation… it was as if they were unleashing the hidden desires he'd never dare act on in reality.
Whatever. At my current level, I'm just cannon fodder. Overthinking this is pointless.
Right now, the priority is getting stronger—surviving the coming disasters.
Pushing aside distractions, Solon refocused on the simulation.
[That night, you demanded endlessly, and Jingliu—bound by her own fears—complied without resistance. Afterward, you both seemed to have grown… yet also developed a strange, twisted understanding.]
[Jingliu no longer resisted your "training," so long as you didn't interfere with her 'normal' life.]
[And so, you maintained this warped, physical relationship in silent agreement.]
[To the outside world, Jingliu remained the lofty, revered member of the "High-Cloud Quintet." Only within your estate was she an unruly slave.]
[Time passed. One year, two years…]
[After relentless conditioning, Jingliu's body had fully molded to your will. A single touch could reduce her to a blushing, trembling mess, utterly at your mercy.]
[But there was one regret. Though her body was honest, her heart refused to submit.]
[No matter what methods or positions you used—even if you drove her to the brink of madness, eyes rolling, tongue lolling—the moment she recovered, that icy killing intent would return.]
[The more you humiliated her, the stronger her hatred grew.]
[This didn't trouble you. In fact, you preferred it this way. Only by resisting could she remain the "Unswerving Luminary," the Sword Champion of the Luofu—not some broken, tamed beast.]
[Just as you thought this routine would last forever… war broke out.]
