Lin Xinyao lay beneath him on that rough bunk, her robe rumpled around her waist, bare chest rising and falling in panicked breaths. Her legs trembled with every small shift of Mo Li's weight between them.
"Stop… please… we can't— I am an inner disciple…"Her voice cracked around the words, almost a sob."If anyone finds out… my entire cultivation path…"
Her frost qi twisted violently inside her dantian, brittle and sharp. Her entire life had been built on ice: discipline, cold purity, spotless vows. This single act threatened to shatter it all.
But her body — her traitorous, starving body — was already slick, heat pooling low, thighs pressing together as if to cage something desperate inside.
Mo Li didn't need to speak; his knowing smile was enough. He let his hand drift down between her legs, fingertips brushing over soft, soaked flesh.
She jolted like he'd struck her with lightning.
"Ah—!"Her thighs tried to snap shut, but his body was already there, knees forcing her open. Her hips gave a tiny twitch upward, chasing the brief contact before shame crashed down.
"No… don't… it's not… it shouldn't—"
He brought his glistening fingers up for them both to see. Her nectar stretched between them in wet strings, obscene against his calloused skin.
"Look at how your body begs me, Xinyao," he murmured, voice dark silk."All your frigid discipline can't hide this sweet little confession."
Her face burned scarlet. Tears sprang up, humiliation choking her more than any hand could.
Mo Li didn't give her another chance to protest.He leaned over her, catching her wrists, pinning them above her head. His weight pressed her down, forcing her to feel every hard line of him — how easily he could control her.
"You spent your life freezing your yin. Now it's starving.Let me show you how warm it can burn."
His mouth found hers — hot, demanding. His tongue pushed past her lips, stealing her breath, drawing out soft, helpless moans. Her frost qi sputtered and cracked, icy lines inside her body melting around the edges.
Her thighs trembled again, hips giving tiny, traitorous rolls against him.
Then he shifted, guiding himself lower.She felt the broad, blunt head of his cock press against her slick entrance. Her entire body went taut, a strangled whimper breaking from her throat.
"Wait… Mo Li… don't, it's—"
But he pushed forward, just enough to part her. Her inner walls clenched hard, unfamiliar muscles straining to take him. A sharp, bright pain speared up her spine.
Her hands twisted uselessly in his grip. Tears spilled down her temples.
"Ah— no, please, it… it hurts—!"
Mo Li paused, buried just partway inside her trembling heat. His breathing was ragged, eyes locked to hers with dark, searing hunger.
"Of course it hurts," he whispered against her cheek."You've never been filled. You've frozen yourself so tight… now your body has to learn how to open."
Then he pressed deeper.A sharp, tearing pain bloomed low in her belly — her frost qi sparked violently and shattered in tiny fractures. Her cry was raw, open-throated, hands flexing helplessly.
But underneath the pain, a molten heat twisted — shocking in how quickly it spread. Her walls gripped him in fragile spasms, slickness rushing to soothe the burn.
Her hips gave a tiny, shameful rock upward. Her mouth fell open, a broken moan escaping.
"Ah… ah gods… it's… too much, it's—"
Mo Li groaned, pushing all the way in. Their hips met, her body stretched to take him fully. Her breath shattered into tiny, sobbing gasps, tears streaking her flushed cheeks.
Her frost qi tried to rally — then melted completely under the heavy, obscene pleasure blooming from her core.
Her thighs wrapped around his hips without her meaning to, holding him there, keeping him deep inside where he hurt the most and somehow felt best.
"That's it," he murmured darkly, mouth at her ear."Now you'll never forget who claimed you first."
And Lin Xinyao could only whimper in shattered ruin beneath him, her body forever changed.