NTR Villain F*** Her And Kill Hero For Fun

Chapter 4: Target: Bai Ling. Resistance: 80%(+18)

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October 15, 2019. Dawn broke over the Heavenly Sun Sect's inner courtyard, a vast square of polished white jade framed by gold-trimmed halls, their sun-etched pillars gleaming under the first light. Qi arrays pulsed faintly along the edges, shimmering barriers casting a golden haze over rows of disciples seated on stone benches—gold robes rustling, faces taut with anticipation. The air buzzed with dense qi, sharp with incense and the metallic hum of sect power awakening. Jin Xiao stood at the courtyard's rear, golden eyes glinting from the shadow of a pillar, Core Formation peak qi cloaking his lean frame in a subtle hum. His black hair swayed in the morning breeze, a predator poised amid the herd. "The System's here—chaos to carve," he thought, smirking icily. "Bai Ling's teetering—her cunt's my wedge." The NTR System thrummed—"Target: Bai Ling. Resistance: 80%. Progress: Stage 1."—a cold tool sharpening his intent.

Bai Ling stood near the courtyard's front, her slender frame rigid in white robes that clung to her full tits and curved hips, jade skin glowing faintly under the dawn's rays. 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 pressed tight, masking a flicker of unease. "The System's mine—fuck the elders," she muttered, voice smooth and edged, clutching the qi herb from the slums (Ch. 2) in her sleeve, its faint pulse steadying her. "I'll rise alone—no shadows, no chains," she thought, early Core Formation qi flickering faintly, her resolve steeled against her mother Bai Mei's looming presence—yet last night's heat (Ch. 3) lingered, a shameful itch she couldn't shake. "Fuck... that bastard—why's it still burning?" she thought, thighs clenching, pussy tingling as she fought to focus.

Elder Chen Tao strode to the courtyard's center, squat and broad-shouldered in gold robes, late Core Formation qi pulsing as he raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. "The Heavenly System descends—power for the sect!" he boomed, crude grin flashing, qi flaring golden to amplify his voice. "That rogue's close—Sun Wei's right, he's a tool," he thought, eyeing the crowd, sensing Jin Xiao's shadow from plaza whispers (Ch. 3). "Fuck... he's slippery—crush him after this." A golden light erupted above—qi cascading from the sky, the System's false promise unveiled—"Cultivation unlocked. Serve. Ascend."—disciples gasping, slum recruits cheering as qi threads touched their meridians, a lie Jin Xiao saw through, his smirk widening.

Jin Xiao slipped closer, weaving through the benches—qi cloaking his steps, a ripple in the crowd—stopping paces behind Bai Ling, hidden by a disciple's bulk. "Her pride's cracking—time to pry," he thought, qi threading a subtle pulse—not forcing, teasing her meridians with a warm hum, brushing her lower back like a phantom caress. The NTR System flared, stoking her core with a slow, creeping heat—"Resistance: 77%." She stiffened, "Fuck... not here!"—her voice a hissed whisper, qi flaring a golden spark as she spun, eyes darting, missing him again. "Fuck... he's close—damn this heat!" she thought, nipples stiffening harder under her robe, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs, her qi wavering as the System's light bathed her.

Elder Bai Mei emerged from a side hall, gold robe pristine, heavy tits swaying beneath the fabric, Nascent Soul qi a steady golden flame around her statuesque frame. Her silver-streaked bun gleamed, sharp face stern with authority, dark eyes sweeping the courtyard—pausing on Bai Ling, narrowing faintly. "The System's ours—Ling rises with me," she declared, voice steel and command, qi pulsing to reinforce her presence. "That rogue's shadow—Sun Wei's foolery," she thought, sensing whispers of Jin Xiao from Chen Tao's reports (Ch. 3), her widow's pride— forged through her husband's sect-sacrifice—unshaken yet. "No filth touches us—I'll crush it."

Jin Xiao's gaze flicked to Bai Mei, golden eyes glinting—"The mother looms—her turn waits,"—then back to Bai Ling, qi threading the jade bead (Ch. 2–3) from his sleeve—not touching, pulsing faintly near her chest, a teasing hum brushing her nipples sharper. "Your sect's a lie, Bai Ling—feel it break," he whispered, voice low and taunting, qi carrying it through the crowd's roar to her ears alone. She gasped, "Fuck you—where are you!"—her voice cracking, qi slashing a golden arc behind her, splintering a bench edge, missing him as he sidestepped, qi shield deflecting it with a soft crack, sparks fading into the dawn. "Fuck... my tits—stop this!" she thought, pussy throbbing harder, a faint squirt soaking her robe, shame searing her as her knees buckled.

"Ambition's your cage—your mother's the lock," he purred, qi spiking the bead's hum—a warm pulse grazing her inner thighs, not pressing, stirring her senses deeper. She swung wild, "Fuck... I'll kill you—fuck off!"—qi slashing air, cracking a tile, but her pussy pulsed, 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 System's light masking her struggle—Chen Tao's voice rising, "Serve and rise!"—oblivious to the chaos at his feet.

Jin Xiao smirked, qi cloaking him as he slipped back to the courtyard's edge. "Fourth cut's hers—cracks deepen," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Resistance: 73%." Bai Ling sank to one knee, panting, "Fuck... who is he... fuck, my cunt!"—her pride trembling, Bai Mei's gaze sharpening as the System's golden dawn swallowed her daughter's echo.