Before Jingliu could regain her senses, the meeting ended with a handshake, and the two Wingweavers left—but not without casting a glance at the odd behavior she displayed.
After confirming they had truly departed, Luocha turned his attention to Jingliu, who had seemed uncharacteristically off during the meeting."Miss Jingliu... what's wrong?"
A fast heartbeat, slightly flushed skin, and unsteady breathing—very abnormal, especially for someone like Jingliu, who normally seemed as frigid as an iceberg.
"...It's nothing." Perhaps it was due to the torturous teasing session, or maybe simple embarrassment—either way, she chose not to explain her condition.
Time was of the essence. They needed to follow the two Wingweavers back to their home. After a minute of recovery, Jingliu returned to her composed self.
"Huff... Let's get going." She finished her drink, abruptly stood up, and disappeared in the direction the Wingweavers had gone.
"Hey! Wait up!"Seeing the hurried Jingliu leave, Luocha quickly put down enough credits to cover the bill and chased after her.
Perhaps due to the lingering frustration of orgasm denial, Jingliu's mood had become lethal. Anyone who saw her felt as if they might be cut down by the aloof-looking woman, and instinctively cleared the way. Her path remained largely uninterrupted.
"Leader, what did you think about the trade deal? It's a good deal, isn't it?!" the younger Wingweaver exclaimed as they entered a discreet back alley.
"Quiet. The deal is good enough to sustain our clan if we distribute it evenly—but it feels too good to be true."
Hearing this, the younger Wingweaver couldn't help but question.
"But, Leader, the merchant didn't say anything suspicious. What exactly is wrong?"
"It's because he said everything perfectly—as if he knew our exact situation. First, he contacted our clansmen without prior notice or knowledge. Our condition is strictly forbidden to discuss outside our homes. Second, his offer was neither low nor high—perfectly in the middle. Just enough to feed our entire clan."
"Leader, you worry too much. Didn't you sense the Abundance's blessing surging from his body? He's clearly a believer of Yaoshi. He must have pitied our situation."
"...Sigh. You're right. Maybe I am the one in the wrong. Maybe I've just grown paranoid from recent events." He massaged the bridge of his nose and led the way deeper into the alley.
After passing by people dressed in rugged sacks, he opened a hatch hidden beneath trash and disappeared beneath the surface.
Inside, many Wingweavers were digging into the earth, trying to expand their underground space.
The irony of it: a race born with wings, forced to live hidden beneath the ground, denied the light—just to survive a mysterious genocide aimed at their kind.
Many adults, clearly famished and despairing, looked up as the hatch opened.
Seeing their leader return, several gathered around to hear the news. Would a new, steady supply finally come?
Jingliu and Luocha, having followed them from afar, were now certain this was the Wingweavers' base of operations.
Scanning the ragged beggars lingering near the entrance, they realized these were guards in disguise, poised to stop anyone who wandered too close.
Without a word, Jingliu suddenly dashed around the corner.
Both of them shared a deep mutual understanding of each other's combat style, so her sudden action didn't surprise Luocha.
Before the guards could react, she formed a sword in her hand and decapitated them without hesitation.
Seeing the brutal scene, Luocha noticed something different—her strikes were more forceful than usual. Not her typical clean and graceful slashes.
"Let's finish this—mfa… Quickly!" He heard Jingliu clench her teeth, as if struggling to hold her voice back.
And truthfully, multiple phantom hands were teasing Jingliu's body, playing with her already erect nipples and massaging the bead hidden underneath the hood.
Due to the previous teasing, her body quickly turned sensitive once more, frustrating Jingliu all over again.
As she descended the stairs, she went straight to eliminating the nearest Wingweavers, and every time she struck, her sensitive points were flicked, sending an electrifying sensation through her entire body.
"G-Guards!" Seeing the familiar figure, the leader realized they had fallen for their trap. They were the executioner for their race.
Panic ensued as many Wingweavers gathered around, but with a wave of her blade, many fell on the spot.
"A-Agh~" Jingliu tried to suppress her moan as the fingers strongly flicked her sensitive spots, sending her dangerously close to climax.
Her mind grew hazy—the only sounds she could hear were her fast heartbeat and ragged breathing. Only her body, forged through endless battles, moved instinctively to kill her opponents.
Each kill was "rewarded" by a sharp jolt of pleasure, clouding her thoughts further and edging her closer to release. Her body, driven by the pursuit of pleasure, instinctively sought out and eliminated more Wingweavers.
Even at a disadvantage, Jingliu continued to kill mercilessly, as though craving something more.
But the release never came. Like last time, he brought her to the peak of ecstasy—only to let her fall.
And just when she thought it was over, they assaulted her with pleasure again, the cycle repeating endlessly.
"...Just what is your pla—ahn~" she thought over and over, but no answer came. It felt like this torment of pleasure was nothing more than his wicked form of amusement.
Jingliu's underwear was already soaked, with fluids dripping down her inner thighs. Sweat accumulated on her skin, making her appear even more enticing.
Seeing many Wingweavers still remaining, for the first time, Jingliu's heart wavered at the sight of such a massive army.
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Inside her mindscape, Ju Heng was standing still, wearing the expression of someone admiring art.
Opposite him was a motionless Jingliu, suspended by cuffs hanging in the air, with several shadowy hands pleasuring her body.
She was stripped of all her clothing, hiding nothing from Ju Heng's sight.
A pool of liquid had accumulated below Jingliu's avatar, and the sound of dripping fluid was music to Ju Heng's ears.
After admiring Jingliu for a while, he stepped forward to personally explore her body.
A fragrant scent of flowers wafted to Ju Heng's nose—a fragrance that could only result from Jingliu's cultivation, having created the perfect human body in both combat and beauty.
Tracing the roundness of her breast, he marveled at its smoothness. His finger circled her nipple with the intent to tease.
In the real world, she felt it, her body unconsciously swaying toward his finger, craving the touch.
Abiding by her unconscious wish, he pinched his thumb and index finger together, sending a jolt of intense pleasure.
"Ahh~" Jingliu, who was fighting, felt a powerful wave of sensation, and her vagina clenched slightly.
Seeing a small spurt escape from her body, one could guess what had happened.
Seeing her stunned, the Wingweaver took the chance to strike—but was swiftly cut down.
"You came a little, right? Enjoy it. That's the highest peak I'll take you to... for now." Though he spoke into her ear, her avatar remained unresponsive.