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I instinctively reached up to touch my nose; my fingertips were stained crimson.
Jingliu noticed my embarrassment, as well as my unmistakable physical reaction.
A faint, indiscernible emotion seemed to flicker in her cold, crimson eyes—perhaps mockery, or perhaps something else entirely.
Then, before I could even react, she adjusted her posture and... just sat down directly and without hesitation!
"Ugh—!"
A short, uncontrollable gasp escaped from both of our throats simultaneously!
I felt my hot, hard member suddenly swallowed by something cold, tight, yet exceptionally slippery and warm!
Without any foreplay or testing, she so precisely and forcefully took me completely, all the way to the very depths of her body!
It was an ultimate experience that defies description!
The fusion of ice and fire, the intensely tight feeling of being enveloped, the friction that penetrated to the very bone... the intense stimulation swept over my nerves like a tsunami, almost making me surrender instantly!
This unparalleled experience was more direct, more domineering, and more maddening than anything I had ever felt before!
I couldn't help but look down, wanting to see our connection at that moment.
However, what I saw shocked me even more—at the point where we were joined, along the edges of that stretched, delicate sanctuary, streaks of bright red blood were seeping out!
Blood...?
Jingliu… she… this legendary Sword Champion who traversed the stars and cut down celestial bodies… actually… was she a virgin too?!
The extreme tightness beneath me and that striking crimson stain sent my brain reeling, but a thought flashed through my mind like lightning.
Bound by evil influences… her time is running out… the power to change her fate… Struck by Mara… her time is short… the power to change her path…
So that's it!
This aloof sword champion, Jingliu, probably saw me as her last lifeline!
She was willing to lower herself and even give up her virginity because she wanted to try combining with me, hoping to use my path-altering trait to find a way to cure or suppress her demonic nature!
Having come to this understanding, and considering her resolute yet almost self-destructive actions, a complex mix of emotions welled up within me.
Pity? Sympathy? Or... a fiercer desire ignited by the madness of her desperation?
Since that's how it is... since you've gone this far... then I won't be polite either!
My body, which had been pinned down and unable to move, now seemed to be infused with new strength.
I braced my core and sat up slightly; though she was still straddling me, my arms were now free.
Without hesitation, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her firm, supple waist, my palms pressing against her cool yet incredibly smooth skin.
My other hand moved upwards, covering her breasts—though not as full as Kafka's or Ruan Mei's, they were perfectly shaped, firm and upright like sculptures of ice and snow, with delicate pink nipples that hardened instantly under my touch.
The feeling in my hand... cold, firm, yet possessing an amazing elasticity, as if they held infinite power within.
My fingers roamed freely over her body, savoring every inch of the legendary Sword Champion's beautiful form.
This nearly offensive, unrefined behavior seemed to have caught her somewhat off guard.
"Ngh…" Her cold crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint hum escaped her throat—sounding partly like dissatisfaction, partly like a reaction to being touched in a sensitive spot.
However, she neither stopped me nor pushed my hands away.
After that soft hum, she simply let me continue, as if silently acknowledging that in this "transaction" where lives were at stake, physical sensations no longer mattered.
But the body's instincts are honest.
Perhaps my touch stimulated her, or perhaps the unprecedented fullness within her awakened some dormant instinct. Jingliu's body, which had been passively enduring, began to move on its own.
She straightened her back, placed her hands on either side of my shoulders, and began to sway her slender waist, causing our joined parts to move slowly and rhythmically up and down.
Each time she sat down, she swallowed me deeper, bringing a scalp-tingling sensation of tight envelopment; each time she rose, the moment of withdrawal created an indescribable suction.
Her movements were initially a little awkward, tinged with a sense of exploration, but they quickly became skilled and powerful, as if she were born knowing how to master this primal rhythm.
As she actively reciprocated, I saw a faint blush creep onto her usually icy, stunningly beautiful face, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, possessing a breathtaking beauty.
Her tightly pressed lips parted slightly as hot breaths began to escape; her breathing gradually became rapid and erratic.
Her cold, crimson eyes seemed to be veiled with moisture, swirling with a hazy luster.
The iceberg appeared to be melting.
This sight greatly stimulated me.
I responded to her movements with even greater force, my hands caressing and kneading her body more freely, from her breasts to her flat stomach and firm hips, feeling every tremor and reaction of her body.
Inside the frozen bedroom, the temperature seemed to be constantly rising.
Only the wet sounds of our bodies colliding and Jingliu's suppressed, increasingly labored breathing echoed through the room.
Her voice was no longer cold; instead, it carried a moving, broken tone—a mixture of pain and pleasure.
This union, driven by despair and desire, was intense and frenzied.
It was as if we both wanted to pour all our energy into each other within this limited time.
The concept of time became blurred, leaving only the instinctive act of taking and giving.
I don't know how long it lasted—perhaps, as she said, it was a long stretch of time within the short time she had left.
After nearly half an hour of this intense activity, I felt Jingliu's body beneath me suddenly tense up, like a fully drawn bowstring!
She tilted her head back, her long, slender, white neck forming a graceful arc, and let out a high-pitched, piercing scream. The sound was no longer suppressed; it was the ultimate, unrestrained cry of a climax!
The passageway inside her contracted and spasmed wildly, gripping me tightly as if it were alive, bringing waves of earth-shattering pleasure.
Almost simultaneously, I too was pushed to the peak by this extreme stimulation.
A surge of heat, so intense it threatened to consume my very soul, could no longer be contained!
I let out a low roar, pouring out the vast amount of essence I had accumulated—far more than any time before—without reservation into the depths of her warm, wildly contracting womb!
Thick, rope after heavy rope of hot, sticky cum blasted straight into her womb in powerful jets, flooding her completely. Her flat belly visibly swelled and rounded from the sheer volume of semen being pumped inside, becoming noticeably fuller and heavier with every spurt. I kept thrusting through my climax, forcing even more cum deep into her until it had nowhere left to go and began leaking out around my shaft in thick white streams.
When I finally pulled out, a massive flood of thick white cum immediately erupted from her freshly fucked pussy. The creamy load gushed out in heavy, continuous streams, mixed with her juices and traces of her virgin blood, pouring down her thighs in glossy rivers and forming large, obscene puddles on the carpet. Her slightly swollen belly slowly deflated as the excess semen kept leaking out in thick, pulsing waves, coating her perfect skin and dripping all the way to her knees. The sight of Jingliu's tight pink pussy overflowing with my cum was incredibly lewd — the puffy lips parted slightly, unable to contain the massive creampie I had just dumped inside her.