Chapter 3: My Cunt (+18)
October 14, 2019. Twilight draped the Heavenly Sun Sect's outer plaza, a wide sweep of cracked jade tiles stretching before the sect's white-stone gates, flanked by golden sun statues weathered by salt winds from Yanhai's coast. Lanterns swayed on iron poles, casting a warm, flickering glow over a growing crowd—disciples in gold-trimmed robes, slum recruits clutching tattered hopes, and merchants hawking qi trinkets. The air buzzed with anticipation and the faint hum of sect arrays, sharp with incense and the tang of sweat. Jin Xiao stood at the plaza's edge, golden eyes glinting in the shadows of a merchant stall, Core Formation peak qi cloaking his lean frame in a subtle pulse. His black hair swayed in the evening breeze, a predator stalking amidst the flock. "The System unveils—perfect chaos to twist," he thought, smirking icily. "Bai Ling's fraying—her cunt's my lever." The NTR System thrummed—"Target: Bai Ling. Resistance: 87%. Progress: Stage 1."—a cold tool honing his edge.
Bai Ling stood near the plaza's center, her slender frame poised in white robes that hugged her full tits and curved hips, jade skin luminous under the lanterns. Her raven hair hung in a thick braid to her waist, swaying as she scanned the crowd, almond eyes dark and sharp with ambition—pink lips curled faintly, masking unease. "The System's here—my chance to rise," she muttered, voice smooth and edged, clutching the qi herb from yesterday (Ch. 2) in her sleeve. "Fuck the elders—I'll outshine them all," she thought, her early Core Formation qi flickering faintly, stoked by years under her mother Bai Mei's shadow. Last night's heat (Ch. 2)—Jin Xiao's qi tease—lingered, a shameful itch she couldn't shake. "Fuck... that slum rat—why's it still there?" she thought, thighs clenching, pussy tingling despite her focus.
Jin Xiao's gaze locked on her, golden eyes narrowing as he slipped through the crowd—qi cloaking his steps, a ripple in the throng—stopping paces behind her, hidden by a lumbering merchant. "Her pride's a shell—crack it slow," he thought, qi threading a subtle pulse—not forcing, teasing her meridians with a warm hum, brushing her lower back like a phantom touch. The NTR System flared, stoking her core with a slow, creeping heat—"Resistance: 84%." She stiffened, "Fuck... not now!"—her voice a hissed whisper, qi flaring a golden spark as she spun, scanning the crowd, eyes missing him. "Fuck... he's here—damn that heat!" she thought, nipples stiffening under her robe, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs.
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A sect elder—Chen Tao, a squat, broad-shouldered man in gold robes, late Core Formation qi pulsing—stepped onto a raised platform, voice booming over the plaza. "The Heavenly System descends—power for the worthy!" he declared, crude grin flashing, hands raised as qi flared golden, amplifying his words. "Sun Wei's lapdog—that rogue's stirring—good," he thought, eyeing the crowd, sensing Jin Xiao's shadow from slum whispers (Ch. 2). "Fuck... he's trouble—I'll crush him later." Disciples cheered, slum recruits murmured—hope and skepticism clashing.
Jin Xiao smirked, stepping closer to Bai Ling's flank, qi threading the jade bead from his sleeve (Ch. 2)—not touching, pulsing faintly near her chest, a teasing hum brushing her nipples. "Your sect promises—lies to choke you," he whispered, voice low and taunting, pitched for her ears alone, qi carrying it through the crowd's din. She gasped, "Fuck you—show yourself!"—her voice cracking, qi slashing a golden arc behind her, missing him as he sidestepped, qi shield deflecting it with a soft crack, sparks fading into the dusk. "Fuck... my tits—stop this!" she thought, pussy throbbing, a faint squirt dampening her robe, shame searing her as her knees buckled slightly.
"Ambition's a leash—your mother's tighter," he purred, qi spiking the bead's hum—a warm pulse grazing her lower back, not pressing, stirring her senses deeper. She swung wild, "Fuck... I'll kill you—fuck off!"—qi slashing air, splintering a lantern pole, but her pussy pulsed harder, slickness trickling down her thigh. "Fuck... why's it wet—damn him!" she thought, fury and lust tangling, her resolve fraying as her dagger trembled in her grip. The crowd's roar drowned her struggle—Chen Tao's voice rising, "Ascend with us!"—ignorant of the chaos brewing.
Jin Xiao smirked, qi cloaking him as he melted back into the crowd's edge. "Third cut's hers—cracks widen," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Resistance: 80%." Bai Ling sank to one knee, panting, "Fuck... who is he... fuck, my cunt!"—her pride trembling, the plaza's twilight swallowing his echo as the sect bell tolled, signaling the System's dawn.