Chapter 7: Bai Mei’s resistance drops 88%... (+18)
October 16, 2019. Twilight seeped into the Heavenly Sun Sect's archive hall, a cavernous chamber buried beneath the sect's golden halls, its walls lined with towering shelves of jade scrolls and dust-clad tomes. Dim qi lamps glowed along the stone floor, casting a pale, flickering light over cracked tables strewn with sect records—genealogies, qi techniques, and faded tales of glory. The air hung heavy with must and the faint hum of preservation arrays, a stale echo of the sect's past. Jin Xiao stood in the hall's shadowed rear, golden eyes glinting behind a shelf, Core Formation peak qi cloaking his lean frame in a subtle pulse. His black hair swayed in the still air, a predator stalking a chamber of memory. "Bai Mei's past—her pride's root," he thought, smirking icily. "Crack the root, her cunt follows." The NTR System pulsed—"Target: Bai Mei. Resistance: 95%. Progress: Stage 0 advancing."—a cold tool primed to exploit her scars.
Bai Mei stood at a central table, gold robe pristine, heavy tits steady beneath the fabric, Nascent Soul qi a golden flame coiling around her statuesque frame. Her silver-streaked bun gleamed under the qi lamps, sharp face etched with fury and grief as she clutched a cracked jade scroll—her husband's record, Elder Bai Yun, sacrificed thirty years prior. "This fucking disgrace—Ling's ruin, now this!" she growled, voice steel fraying, qi trembling the table, scrolls rattling. "I'll kill that rogue... Sun Wei's next!" she thought, fury stoked by Bai Ling's collapse (Ch. 5)—her moans a dagger to her pride. Her husband's death flooded back—thirty years ago, the sect elders, fearing Upper Realms' qi quotas, offered Bai Yun's Nascent Soul qi in a blood ritual. She'd stood chained, forced to watch as they tore his meridians, his screams echoing as his golden flame faded, leaving her widowed, hollowed, forged into iron. "They fucked me dry... left me nothing—damn them!" she snarled inwardly, breath ragged, pussy untouched yet by Jin Xiao's wiles, her iron will a fortress.
Elder Sun Wei lingered near the hall's entrance, hawkish features sharp in the dim light, 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 grief's a crack—Ling's a slut now," he muttered, voice oily with glee, a faint smirk curling his lips. "This rogue—Jin Xiao—breaks her. I'll ride it." He'd pieced it together—Liu Kang's death (implied earlier), Chen Wei's corpse, Bai Ling's fall—a chaos he'd twist to power. "Her ruin's my throne—time to widen the crack," he thought, qi pulsing subtly, threading a faint golden probe toward her, testing her frayed qi.
Jin Xiao's gaze locked on Bai Mei, golden eyes narrowing as he slipped closer—qi threading into the archive's preservation arrays, a faint pulse tainting their golden hum with a dark dissonance, not breaking, just stirring unease to echo her past's ghosts. "Your husband's gone, Elder—feel his loss," he thought, qi weaving a subtle strand—not forcing her meridians, brushing her neck with a warm hum, a phantom tease laced with sorrow. The NTR System flared, probing her—"Flaws: Pride. Grief. Buried heat."—a spark igniting her scars. She stiffened, "Fuck... what's this chill?"—her voice a low growl, qi flaring gold as she spun, eyes darting to the shadows, missing him. "Fuck... he's here—this heat!" she thought, nipples twitching faintly, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs, shame flickering as her qi wavered—Bai Yun's screams echoing in her mind.
Sun Wei stepped closer, voice cutting through the hum. "Ling's fall—your husband's ghost—your line's weak, Bai Mei," he taunted, qi pulsing to amplify his jab, threading grief into her fury. "Yield—I'll lead us strong." Bai Mei's qi erupted, "Fuck you, Sun Wei—my blood's iron!"—golden flame slashing air, splintering a shelf, scrolls tumbling as her rage flared. "He dares... Bai Yun's death—they'll all pay!" she thought, fury drowning the heat Jin Xiao stoked, her pussy tingling faintly, pride holding as memory surged—chains, blood, his fading light.
Jin Xiao grinned, qi threading a thin silver needle (Ch. 6)—not piercing, letting it pulse near her chest, a teasing hum brushing her heavy tits, stirring her senses deeper. "Your pride's a tomb, Bai Mei—Ling's mine, you're next," he whispered, voice a low taunt, qi carrying it through the array's hum to her ears alone. She staggered, "Fuck... no—die!"—her voice cracking, qi slashing wild, cracking a table, but the heat pulsed, pussy throbbing faintly, slickness trickling as her knees buckled. "Fuck... Bai Yun... why's it wet—damn him!" she thought, fury and buried grief tangling with a shameful ache, her Nascent Soul pride trembling as her qi dimmed—his screams louder, her chains tighter in her mind.
Sun Wei's grin widened, "Grief breaks you—step down," he pressed, qi flaring gold to probe her further. Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flickered, Bai Mei's fight and Sun Wei's ambition feeding him. He slipped back to the shadows, "Second cut deepens—ghosts bleed her," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Resistance: 88%." Bai Mei sank lower, panting, "Fuck... kill him... no, Bai Yun..."—her pride quaking, Sun Wei's voice ringing as the archive's golden light swallowed her echo.
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