Chapter 13: Why’s it Wet(+18)
October 22, 2019. Twilight cloaked the Heavenly Sun Sect's qi reservoir, a cavernous basin carved into the sect's western underbelly, its smooth obsidian walls shimmering with veins of golden qi pulsing faintly from an underground spring. The air thrummed with dense, humid energy, thick with the metallic tang of raw qi and the faint scent of lotus petals—remnants of Bai Mei's training here with Bai Yun thirty years ago, a sanctuary of resilience before his sacrifice. The reservoir's hum echoed softly, a reminder of their shared strength, now a fading whisper beneath the sect's decay. Jin Xiao stood atop a jutting ledge overlooking the basin, golden eyes glinting through the mist, Core Formation peak qi cloaking his lean frame in a subtle pulse. His black hair swayed in the damp air, a predator poised above a pool of memory. "Bai Mei's ghosts echo here—her pride's a cracked dam," he thought, smirking icily. "Flood it slow, drown her cunt." The NTR System pulsed—"Target: Bai Mei. Resistance: 70%. Progress: Stage 0 nearing Stage 1."—a cold tool primed to erode her will.
Bai Mei stood at the reservoir's edge, gold robe loose over her statuesque frame, heavy tits shifting beneath the fabric as she dipped a hand into the steaming qi pool—its golden hum a faint echo of Bai Yun's training touch, thirty years past, before the elders bled him dry in the forge (Ch. 8). Her Nascent Soul qi flickered—a golden flame dimmed by the council's tremble (Ch. 12)—silver-streaked hair unbound, strands clinging to her sharp, furious face, dark eyes burning with grief and defiance. "This fucking disgrace—Ling's ruin, Sun Wei's gall!" she growled, voice steel fraying, qi pulsing to steady the pool, its hum stirring memories of Bai Yun—his steady hands here, his council voice (Ch. 12), his forge screams (Ch. 8), his qi torn out as she stood chained, widowhood forging her iron pride. "They fucked me here... broke him—damn them all!" she snarled inwardly, breath ragged, pussy tingling faintly from Jin Xiao's prior tease (Ch. 12), a heat she buried beneath rage and resilience.
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Elder Sun Wei emerged from a shadowed tunnel, hawkish features sharp in the twilight glow, lean frame taut in gold-threaded robes. His Nascent Soul qi simmered—a golden haze with a cold, ambitious edge—eyes glinting as he watched Bai Mei, hands clasped behind him. "Her past's a crack—Ling's a slut, she's buckling," he muttered, voice oily with glee, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Jin Xiao's chaos—I'll wield it, snap her." He'd rallied enforcers after the council (Ch. 12), their reports—Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse—stoking his plot, Bai Ling's fall (Ch. 5) his hammer's edge. "Her grief's my flood—time to drown her," he thought, qi pulsing subtly, threading a faint golden probe toward her, stoking her turmoil.
Jin Xiao's gaze locked on Bai Mei, golden eyes narrowing as he slipped closer—qi threading into the reservoir's golden veins, a faint pulse tainting their hum with a dark dissonance, not breaking, just warping the rhythm to echo Bai Yun's steady training voice in the mist. "Your husband trained you here, Elder—feel his strength fade," he thought, qi weaving a subtle strand—not forcing her meridians, brushing her damp neck with a warm hum laced with his resilience's wane. The NTR System flared, probing deeper—"Flaws: Pride. Grief. Buried heat intensifying."—a spark igniting her wounds. She stiffened, "Fuck... this hum—damn him!"—her voice a low growl, qi flaring gold as she spun, eyes darting through the mist, missing him. "Fuck... he's here—Bai Yun's strength!" she thought, nipples stiffening faintly under her robe, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs, shame and memory tangling as her qi wavered—his steady voice fading, his screams rising.
Sun Wei stepped closer, voice slicing through the hum. "Bai Yun built you here—Ling's filth drowns it, your line's weak," he taunted, qi pulsing to amplify his cut, threading loss into her rage. "Yield—I'll forge us anew." Bai Mei's qi erupted, "Fuck you, Sun Wei—my blood's iron!"—golden flame slashing air, splintering a stone, sparks flying as her rage flared. "He dares... Bai Yun's strength—they'll burn!" she thought, fury drowning the heat Jin Xiao stoked, her pussy pulsing faintly, pride holding as memory surged—his steady hands, his forge blood.
Jin Xiao grinned, qi threading the silver needle (Ch. 7–12)—not piercing, letting it pulse near her chest, a teasing hum brushing her heavy tits, stirring her senses deeper with Bai Yun's lost resilience—then spiking it lower, grazing her inner thighs, not touching, a hot ripple echoing his strength's fade. "Your pride's a dam, Bai Mei—Ling's mine, you'll beg," he whispered, voice a low taunt, qi carrying it through the reservoir's hum to her ears alone. She staggered, "Fuck... no—die!"—her voice cracking, qi slashing wild, cracking a stone rim, but the heat pulsed, pussy throbbing harder, slickness trickling as her knees buckled. "Fuck... Bai Yun... why's it wet—damn him!" she thought, fury, grief, and a buried ache tangling, her Nascent Soul pride trembling as her qi dimmed—his strength silenced, his screams deafening.
Elder Wei Lan burst from a tunnel, wiry frame taut in silver robes, late Core Formation qi a cool blue hum as she gripped a qi-forged blade—scarred face set, gray hair cropped short. "Sun Wei presses—Bai Mei wavers!" she barked, voice gravelly, eyes narrowing as she advanced, loyal to Bai Mei (Ch. 8–12). "Protect her—this rogue dies!" she thought, qi pulsing faintly, blade slashing Sun Wei's golden probe—a blue arc clashing gold, sparks flying—"Back off, schemer!"
Sun Wei's grin widened, "Grief floods you—step down," he pressed, qi flaring gold to meet Wei Lan's strike. Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flickered, Bai Mei's fight and the clash feeding him. He slipped back to the ledge, "Fifth cut deepens—ghosts weigh her," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Resistance: 67%." Bai Mei sank lower, panting, "Fuck... kill him... no, Bai Yun..."—her pride quaking, Wei Lan's blade clashing Sun Wei's qi as the reservoir's golden mist swallowed her echo.