The [Script] this time was simple, lasting only a single night.
It was the story of a cool and transcendent, peerless sword master who, in order to protect the Xianzhou, was coerced by the Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon, Ye Feng, and thoroughly ravished.
Outside the window, the people of the Xianzhou celebrated; inside the room, the goddess who protected this world was defiled and humiliated.
As the clock's hands pointed to the hour of morning dew, the curtain slowly fell on this brief yet intense stage play.
The light of dawn shone from beyond the dark gray horizon.
In the VIP suite at the top of the Jousting Skiff.
A woman in a white dress sat leaning against the edge of the bed, her delicate, jade-like feet bare. Her clothes were in disarray, not even covering her lovely shoulders, which were as elegant and sharply defined as a cliff's edge.
Though her sash was half-undone, her jade hairpin askew, and the hem of her white dress torn, revealing glimpses of her long, snow-white thighs, her expression remained noble and cold. Her moon-white hair cascaded wantonly over her shoulders, resting upon her chest.
She gently pulled her lapels together, covering the fleeting glimpse of her charms.
But how could the white dress, with its torn buttons, possibly contain the surging waves of her chest? Her taut curves strained against the fabric, threatening to burst forth from the silk.
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Ye Feng muttered to himself.
Amidst the still brilliant lights and the luxurious, Xianzhou-style decor, Jingliu, in her white dress, was like a half-opened lotus flower—serene and bright, perfectly fusing sanctity and sensuality within a single body.
Although the room was brightly lit, it ultimately couldn't compare to the natural light of the newborn day outside. So when a tall figure appeared in the doorway, it still looked like a dark silhouette.
That figure stepped into the room, like a sacred radiance flowing into the mortal world to wash away the darkness.
Though walking on level ground, she seemed to be high above, casting down a pure and compassionate golden light.
"Aponia..."
Jingliu spoke, calling out the newcomer's name, and then simply watched her quietly.
Ye Feng had said that she was the referee for this game.
The nun, whose expression always carried a universal sorrow, walked gracefully forward, the snow-white skin of her beautiful legs flashing in and out of sight from within her black habit.
She stopped in front of Jingliu. Despite looking down from a superior angle, Jingliu felt not the slightest displeasure.
The two of them just looked at each other.
Due to the excessive intake of… nutritional substances earlier, Jingliu's mouth was now dry, and she subconsciously licked her lips.
Her half-open eyes were as enchanting as water, and the act of her tongue caressing her lips was filled with a thousand kinds of allure.
"Miss Jingliu, you have won."
"?"
Jingliu froze for a moment.
She had indeed held on until the very end, but she never expected to actually receive a "fair" result.
The number on her lower abdomen was still 99.
However, Jingliu had never been naive enough to trust Ye Feng.
"Well done, Honored Master. I won't bother you for the next three days."
"Is that so."
Jingliu's response was noncommittal.
The interval between each time she entered this world was three days. The next time she came in would be just right.
He really had it calculated down to the minute.
Still, there was nothing to complain about.
Having grown up in the depths of space, Jingliu had long understood the cruel logic of the strong preying on the weak.
"No, that's not it. What I mean is, you can stay here for three days, and I won't bother you, Honored Master. The time outside doesn't count, you see."
"?"
Jingliu looked up in surprise, a trace of shock flashing in her beautiful eyes.
She stared blankly at Ye Feng.
"What's with that look? Honored Master doesn't believe me, huh? You really deserve a spanking...算了 (suàn le), never mind, I'll spank you in three days. I'll make you understand that your disciple is a man of his word."
"...Then can I leave now?"
"Of course."
With a flick of his finger, Ye Feng made a moon-white countdown timer appear above Jingliu's head.
[71:59:59]
"When Honored Master is in the outside world, the counter will stop. It will only start ticking when your consciousness is here."
Jingliu struggled to her feet. Her belly felt as if it were filled with water, and she could even feel a slight sloshing with her movements.
Jingliu walked towards the door. Sweat streamed down her thighs in rivulets, leaving a delicate footprint with every step she took.
Ye Feng watched Jingliu's departure with a smile, while Aponia stood quietly to the side, her hands folded before her skirt.
It was only after Jingliu's figure disappeared that Aponia looked at Ye Feng, puzzled.
"Little Feng..."
The nun seemed confused as to why Ye Feng would lose.
She remembered well that stormy night when Ye Feng had made her soak the entire chapel.
Ye Feng chuckled softly. "Aponia, from the moment Honored Master was willing to play role-play with me, I had already won."
The so-called "maintain your sword-heart, no orgasms" was merely an "anchor point" Ye Feng had set for Jingliu.
While her attention was focused on that, her defenses in every other direction were completely shattered without her even noticing.
"Besides, a game is only interesting if there are wins and losses. I'm sure Honored Master will be very happy to 'play games' with me in the future."
Ye Feng stroked his chin, musing, "Should I try to build up Honored Master's confidence?"
Aponia paused, stunned.
"Little Feng, you're so wicked."
And besides, when Little Feng had made a bet with her... he hadn't been this gentle at all.
"Even Aponia says so? Hmph, hmph, it seems Miss Nun is in need of some education as well."
Ye Feng stared at Aponia's face, which was as serene as the Holy Mother's. "You know what to do, don't you?"
Aponia sighed and knelt piously on the ground, clasping her hands together in a prayer-like gesture.
As she bent her knees, the habit outlined her slender waist and perky rear, tracing a curve that could make one's blood boil. Her flawlessly voluptuous figure was like the most vibrant of spring mountains, perfectly accentuating her graceful and noble temperament.
It was a nun at prayer, something that should have been sacred and pure.
But at this moment, as Aponia knelt gracefully, legs bent and hips raised, her legs slightly parted, her beautiful, celestial face was calm and gentle. She looked as docile as a lamb meekly awaiting slaughter.
"Disrobe and receive your discipline."
Ye Feng commanded.
---o---
Taixuan Mountain.
Two voices, like chirping birds, chattered away under a tree.
"Ah, Danzhu, don't underestimate this red rope whip. It makes a loud sound, but it isn't very powerful. It's an item for setting the mood. When the whip lands on the skin, it leaves many crimson marks on the snow-white flesh. It's truly fascinating."
Qingque proudly introduced the item to her new friend, Danzhu.
She had originally planned to tie up the Fu Xuan NPC before the Grand Diviner's consciousness arrived when she next fell asleep.
If Ye Feng interfered again, she would have thrown caution to the wind and proposed a "two-person rotation." That scoundrel definitely wouldn't refuse.
Because even that would be better than facing the Grand Diviner's thunderous wrath.
After all, one option just required her to spread her legs and enjoy it.
The Grand Diviner, on the other hand, might actually kill her. And even though you couldn't truly die in here, wasn't that even more terrifying?
However, to Qingque's alarm, when she arrived this time, she couldn't find the Grand Diviner's NPC anywhere.
Qingque could only "flee far away" and hide herself well.
She followed the divination she performed with her Celestial Jade tiles and arrived at Taixuan Mountain, where she met another master of slacking off, Danzhu.
The two were like long-lost sisters, hitting it off instantly as if they had known each other for years.