Han Ling's hand slid down her back, tracing a slow, possessive line that made Yu Yui arch into his arms. His fingers traveled down to the base of her spine, then with a sudden grip, he pulled her against him, making the long, hot, throbbing shaft press directly against her pussy—already waiting with hungry contractions.
"The punishment starts with this," he murmured, his voice low like a muffled thunder, "I want you to feel every inch and remember who you belong to."
Yu Yui gasped, clutching him tighter, her nails lightly scraping Han Ling's back. Her breath caught, eyes watering, body tense with an almost painful anticipation.
"I... belong to you, Master... only you," she whispered, her hips moving involuntarily, trying to fit her slippery pussy against what she so desperately desired.
But Han Ling held her firmly, stopping any forward movement.
"You want it that badly? Show me how much you crave it. Move for me."
Yu Yui bit her lip, then slowly began to grind, rubbing her wet pussy against the long shaft that pulsed as if responding to the muffled moans escaping her lips. Each friction sent waves of burning pleasure through her body, and Han Ling watched with narrowed eyes, savoring every reaction.
"Slower," he commanded. "Feel it. Absorb it."
She obeyed, moving with a teasing slowness, as if wanting to memorize every contour of him. The muted sound of wet flesh and the thick scent of desire filled the room.
Han Ling's hand gripped one of her ass cheeks firmly, shaping its soft form, and with a precise movement, he slid just the tip of the long shaft between the lips of her pussy, not entering fully—just teasing.
Yu Yui let out a sharp, vulnerable moan, her body trembling.
"Master, please... punish me for real..."
Han Ling smiled.
"As you wish."
With a sudden motion, he impaled her completely, the long shaft filling Yu Yui's throbbing pussy entirely. She screamed with pleasure, throwing her head back, eyes rolling momentarily, as her body was filled to the limit.
"You'll remember this every time you sit," he murmured, gripping her hips tightly, beginning deep, rhythmic strokes. "Every step you take will remind you of the owner you have."
And Yu Yui? She just cried out in pleasure, her body pressed against his, submissive, surrendered. Her pussy was molded, marked, possessed. And in Yu Yui's mind burned a single, golden certainty: no matter how much it hurt, no matter how cruel—she wanted more. Always more.
With every thrust, the wet, obscene sound filled the stifling air between their bodies. Yu Yui clung desperately to Han Ling's neck, sweating, panting, overtaken by successive waves of pleasure. Then, suddenly, he stopped.
The long shaft that filled her to the core stayed still inside her pussy, pulsing with restrained threat.
Yu Yui gasped in confusion, instinctively moving her hips, trying to reclaim the pleasure that surged over her like tides, but Han Ling gripped her thighs firmly, locking all movement.
"What… why did you stop…?" she moaned, eyes reddening with tears, trembling from pent-up desire.
Han Ling tilted his face, bringing his lips close to her ear. His voice was calm and icy like the surface of a lake about to freeze.
"I've been asleep for five days."
Yu Yui shivered as she felt his breath against her ear. She knew what was coming.
"I want to know what happened during that time. Everything. Without leaving anything out."
She hesitated, and his gaze narrowed.
"Or I stay exactly like this. Still. Giving you nothing more."
The threat wasn't spoken with anger—and precisely because of that, it sounded even more real. Han Ling didn't need to shout for her to know he wasn't bluffing.
Yu Yui bit her lip hard, her body contracting around the long shaft still dominating her inside. Her pussy was already begging for more, dripping, trying to seduce him to move again.
"I... I was watching over you, Master..." she began, voice trembling and broken. "Some beasts tried to get close... but I drove them off every time..."
"Continue," he said, brushing his nose against the curve of her neck without moving.
"Some cultivators appeared with malicious intentions; I made them swallow their own teeth..."
"Continue."
Yu Yui swallowed hard, squeezing her legs tighter around him.
"I found some rare treasures and used them to heal your body."
Han Ling was silent for a moment. His amber eyes weighed every word, gauging every nuance in the slave's panting breath as she writhed in his lap.
"Anything else?"
Yu Yui hesitated... then in a faint voice:
"I... I slept beside you. Naked. Masturbating every night. Pretending I was with you."
The long shaft inside her pulsed in response.
"...Good girl."
Han Ling started moving again, slowly, like a tide ebbing and flowing, each stroke hitting the womb, evoking a sharp moan from Yu Yui, caught between pleasure and pain. Her body arched instinctively, seeking more of that sensation that made her melt inside. But just as she began to lose herself again... he stopped.
Completely.
The long shaft remained lodged deep inside her pussy, hot and throbbing, but motionless like a spear planted in sacred ground.
Yu Yui gasped loudly, looking at him with red, pleading eyes.
"M-Master... no... please... why did you—?"
Han Ling merely smiled faintly, his amber eyes half-closed, as if watching her desperate state was a rare wine he savored with pleasure. He gripped her firmly by the waist, preventing any movement.
"If you're so desperate," he said, his deep, teasing voice brushing against the sweat-moist skin of her neck, "then move yourself."
Yu Yui stared at him for a second, unable to believe what she had heard. Her parted lips released a muffled sound, almost a sob of desire, and she tried to shift her hips. But the position Han Ling held her in—legs wrapped around his waist, back arched backward—left her vulnerable, trembling… and completely under control.
"Master… nnh… I can't…"
"Yes, you can," he whispered, pressing his fingers against her buttocks, driving his cock deeper inside her pussy, making her feel every inch of his shaft within her. "You want this, don't you?"
She nodded frantically, her face flushed and tears already threatening to fall. Her whole body shook, and the muscles in her belly contracted with every tiny internal movement.
"Then show me. Grind, even if you're shaking. Rub against me like the naughty little slut who invaded my bed without permission."
Yu Yui let out a loud, embarrassed moan. Her body tensed, and slowly, with difficulty, she began to move her hips. First, just small circles. Then, hesitant rocking, trying to slide her hot, tight flesh over the thick rod inside her.
"That's it… just like that," Han Ling murmured, as if praising an obedient pet. "Show me you've learned your lesson… or I'll leave you trembling and empty like this for the rest of the day."
Yu Yui gasped, her legs already weak, but her movements gaining rhythm. Each friction pulled sharp, muffled moans from her throat as the pleasure grew inside her like an uncontrollable fire.
And above all, there was his gaze—dominant, cold… and utterly present.
She felt alive under that look.
"Is this… good, Master…?" she whimpered, eyes full of tears and lust.
Han Ling just smiled, cruel and satisfied.
"Keep going, little slave… Don't stop until I decide you deserve a reward."
Yu Yui tightened her arms around Han Ling's neck, as if craving a reward—or fearing he'd leave her empty again. Her legs still locked firmly around his waist, hips trembling as they picked up speed, desperate to please her Master with every frantic movement.
"Master… please… nnh… I'm trying… ah…!" Her voice was a whisper broken by moans and stifled sobs of restrained pleasure. Her whole body trembled, every muscle contracted in effort, moving frantically like a broken doll trying to satisfy her owner.
Han Ling's long shaft was buried deep inside her hot, throbbing pussy, and every time Yu Yui moved, she felt a burst of heat rush up her spine. She moved up and down, hips slapping against Han Ling's firm body, breasts brushing his chest, nipples hard, leaving trails of heat on his skin.
The friction, the heat, his firm hands holding her waist — it was all overwhelming. She gasped into his ear, desperate, tears finally streaming from the corners of her eyes.
"Master… I'm almost… ahh…! Praise me… please… tell me I'm doing well…"
Han Ling remained silent for a moment, simply watching her. The contrast between his absolute calm and the chaotic pleasure on Yu Yui's face made everything even more intense.
Finally, he spoke, his voice deep and drawling:
"You try like a true obedient slut…" He squeezed her waist, forcing her down harder. "But trying isn't enough. You need to truly please me."
Yu Yui let out a quiet cry at the impact, burying her face in his neck. Her muffled moans sounded like desperate confessions, each movement guided by the hunger for approval.
She moved with everything she had—circles, downward thrusts, wide, continuous grinding. The sound of her body hitting his filled the stuffy air. Her pussy was so wet that the indecent sounds seemed to multiply with every bolder motion.
"P-please… I'm trying…! I'm yours, Master… only yours…!"
Han Ling finally released a muffled sigh of pleasure, his amber eyes glowing with a hint of satisfaction.
"Keep like that…" he murmured, brushing his lips against her ear. "And maybe I'll let you come with me."
Yu Yui's moan intensified, a lament of pure agonizing pleasure. Her body felt aflame, every fiber screaming for release as she moved relentlessly over Han Ling's shaft.
Tears streamed freely down her face, mixing with sweat, but Han Ling's smile was the only thing that mattered. She wanted to please him, desperately.
"M-Master... I'm... ah... so close!" she panted, voice barely audible. "Please... let me... let me go!"
Han Ling held her even tighter, his hips pounding against hers in a rhythm that pushed her to the edge of the abyss.
"Not until you beg for real," he murmured, his voice rough. "I want to hear you break down for me."
Yu Yui let out a scream, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, as her body convulsed violently around him.
She arched back, her head falling on Han Ling's shoulder, eyes closed in a paroxysm of sensation.
"Master... Master! Please! I beg you! Punish me! Fuck me until I can't take it anymore! I'm yours! Completely yours!"
The last phrase escaped as a howl, and in that instant, Yu Yui's body exploded in an intense, overwhelming orgasm. Her muscles clenched, pussy spasming tightly around Han Ling's pulsing shaft in response. She screamed again, a sharp, freeing sound, then collapsed against his chest, gasping and trembling.
Han Ling held her as she recovered, his own deep, satisfying movements continuing. He felt her pussy clench him, the spasms of her orgasm echoing through his own body. A satisfied smile played on his lips.
"Good girl," he whispered, then with a final thrust, he pushed deeper, making her moan in exhaustion before finally coming inside her, filling her with his hot, thick seed.
The pleasure faded slowly, leaving Yu Yui weak and breathless. She was completely surrendered, every part of her body vibrating with the intensity of what she'd just experienced. She nestled against Han Ling, feeling his weight and warmth inside her—a feeling of possession that both calmed and excited her at once.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, still glassy and heavy with desire.
"Remember who you belong to now?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.
Yu Yui nodded slowly, cheeks flushed.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I belong to you. Only you."
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End of chapter.