"I love it when you're like this, sweetie…" she whispered, leaning forward until her breasts were pressed against his toned chest. Her cool hands slid down his back as she rubbed herself against his groin, where the thin fabric of his tunic was already beginning to rise. Feeling the feel of the fabric against the lips of her bare pussy. "When that happens… you usually get hard without even realizing it."
Han Ling didn't move right away. His amber eyes were still fixed on the lines of the manual, but his traitorous body responded to her presence—as it always did. The long shaft was already throbbing with life, pushing against his clothes, begging for release.
"Xinrou," he murmured, his deep voice echoing in the soft silence of the cabin, "that technique still irritates me. I feel like… I'm being watched by it."
Han Xinrou smiled. A small, sadistic smile. She already knew the truth, of course. She knew about the sealed goddess, she knew that this technique was a prison in disguise—and that Han Ling was the key to freeing her.
But she never said it.
And she never would.
"Let her watch, then…" Han Xinrou stood up, pushing Han Ling with a single firm gesture until he lay on his back on the futon. Her gaze shone with a primal hunger. "Let her see how much you are mine."
She then mounted him with feline ease, pulling up his tunic and freeing the long shaft that was already throbbing, throbbing like a hungry beast. Han Xinrou held it with one hand, stroking it up and down with a teasing slowness, and then brushed her already wet entrance against the tip, moaning softly as she felt the living heat throb against her clit.
"Do you feel that, sweetie?" Han Xinrou said in a voice shaky and full of lust. "Deep down, she's watching. Masturbating. Cumming at the thought of being in my place…"
Han Ling frowned, her gaze sharpening.
"…what are you talking about?"
But Han Xinrou didn't answer. Instead, she let herself sink in all at once, swallowing the entire long shaft in a single, merciless movement. Her moan was loud, trembling, as her body arched like a bridge between heaven and hell. It was as if her pussy was sucking him in with its own will, hot, tight, hungry.
"She wants to… possess you…" Han Xinrou gasped, her eyes losing focus for a moment, activating her Gift to observe the dimension where the goddess was sealed. "But she can't. She can only… watch. cuuuumiiiiiing."
She began to ride him, at first with slow, circular movements, grinding cruelly and seductively, as if she were dancing on him. Then she picked up the pace, her thighs trembling with each thrust, the wet sound echoing through the cabin like a forbidden melody.
Back in the sealed dimension, the goddess was panting once more, her chains clanging like the sound of unholy bells. She was masturbating violently now, murmuring Han Ling's name between trembling moans.
"She's… cum-ming… again…" Han Xinrou whispered, her eyes shining with murderous possessiveness. "But only I… am yours. Only I… can make you tremble like this."
Han Ling, now panting beneath her, gripped Han Xinrou's hips tightly, and reversed her with sudden ferocity. His gaze was filled with something dark, dangerous. Something Han Xinrou loved.
"You've gone mad," he growled, "and now… you've taken me with you."
And he slammed in brutally, impaling her without mercy. Han Xinrou screamed with pleasure, and there on the divine altar, the goddess screamed along, trembling with yet another miserable and lonely orgasm.
***
After another year of dual cultivation with Han Xinrou, Han Ling reached the Peak of the Void Refinement realm—a task that would take much longer for any other cultivator. However, Han Ling was not an ordinary cultivator, especially with Han Xinrou's support.
At this moment, Han Ling could no longer progress, because to enter the Dao Integration realm, one must merge with the will of the world, becoming an extension of the world itself. This fusion would only be possible by achieving complete comprehension of the world.
However, Han Ling didn't comprehend even a basic divine Law, and not even Han Xinrou could help him understand the world.
Han Xinrou had reached the Tribulation Transcendence realm in less than a hundred years because of her All-Seeing Eye Gift, which not only helped her find opportunities, but also allowed her to see the laws of the world and the very structure of the world, making comprehension infinitely simpler.
Since he didn't have that, Han Ling was planning to leave the Jade Peak to comprehend the world, because aside from Han Xinrou's gift, Han Ling knew nothing else that could help him with his comprehension. So the only solution was to wander the world.
It wasn't unheard of—on the contrary, many cultivators in the Void Refinement realm do this to understand the nature of the world and advance to the Dao Integration realm.
In the midst of his thoughts about leaving, a golden light appeared beside him, condensing into the form of Han Xinrou.
She hugged Han Ling from behind, whispering in his ear with a voice that mixed sweetness and poison.
"Sweetie... You're not thinking of leaving, are you?"
Although her words were soft, Han Ling felt as if an enormous weight had been placed on his shoulders. He knew that if he told Han Xinrou his thoughts, she might become violent—but at that moment, he had no choice.
"Xinrou... I'm planning to leave the Jade Peak for a few years to advance to the Dao Integration realm," Han Ling said with a firm and sharp voice, grabbing one of Han Xinrou's arms and pulling her onto his lap.
Han Xinrou silently settled in his lap, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her head in his chest before saying:
"My Ling… Okay... I'll let you go on a pilgrimage through the world," her voice came out softly.
Han Ling blinked, not really believing what she said.
"Hmm... Are you serious? What made you agree to this?" Han Ling's voice was surprised and incredulous.
"Sweetie… Keeping you trapped here... That's not love... I want you, but I also want you to be happy..." Han Xinrou said with a soft and vulnerable voice, without any trace of her usual sweetness or poison.
Han Ling felt his chest grow damp, and Han Xinrou continued.
"I just don't want you to abandon me... Come back to me once you've advanced to the Dao Integration realm," her voice trembled, full of tears.
Han Ling then furrowed his brow, pulling Han Xinrou's chin, forcing her to look into his amber eyes.
"Why are you crying?" he asked with a deep but concerned voice.
Han Xinrou looked away for a moment, as if she didn't have the courage to meet his gaze. Her long lashes trembled, and crystalline tears traced silent paths down her jade-like skin.
"Because… because even when I say I'll let you go, it feels like I'm being torn from the inside out..." She bit her lower lip hard. "You are all I have, Ling. All I am. I killed you because I couldn't bear to lose you once… and now, I'm trying to let you go without hurting you. This hurts more than dying."
Han Ling didn't respond immediately. His chest rose and fell slowly, as if he were holding his own heart in his hands. Seeing Han Xinrou like that hurt him deeply—he hated himself for making her feel this way.
However, to enter the Dao Integration realm, this separation was necessary. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't take Han Xinrou with him—she had many powerful enemies, and he would only be a burden.
With a gentle movement, he ran his fingers over Han Xinrou's wet cheek, wiping away her tears.
"You're a possessive lunatic," he murmured, without anger, without judgment—almost like a tender statement. "But you're trying… trying to change for me."
Han Xinrou nodded, curled up in his arms, more fragile than she had ever seemed. Her mask of strength and domination had fallen, and what remained was only a woman too in love to feel hate.
Han Ling pulled her into a kiss. It wasn't fierce, like before, but slow, intimate… as if he were trying to make her feel better. When they parted, he spoke in a tone that bordered on sacred.
"I swear… I'll come back. And when I return, Xinrou… I want you waiting for me, dressed in white, in that lotus garden you like."
Han Xinrou smiled through her tears, a weak smile. "And if I'm not in white?"
Han Ling brought his face close to hers, almost touching her lips, staring deep into her eyes—his amber eyes shimmered with an unreadable glow.
"Then I'll dress you with my own hands," he whispered against her lips, his voice carrying a silent promise.
Han Xinrou closed her eyes and let out a faint trembling sigh, as if that promise had calmed a storm roaring inside her chest. For a few minutes, the two simply remained there, embraced, as if the world around them didn't exist. As if the approaching separation weren't a blade about to pierce both of their hearts.
But eventually, she pulled away a little, even if reluctantly.
"If you're really going… then wait a moment," she said, standing up with the lightness of a feather, her long black hair sliding down her back like liquid silk. "There's something you need to take."
She vanished in a flash of golden light, and Han Ling remained seated on the futon. His heart was heavy—the thought of being away from Han Xinrou weighed more and more on his soul.
It wasn't long before Han Xinrou returned. In her hands was a black scroll with silver inscriptions that seemed to writhe like living worms under the light.
"What is this?" Han Ling asked, his eyes narrowing.
"The map to one of the forgotten places of the world. A place in ruins where space is chaotic and the laws are exposed… a place where you can see the Dao, even without a Gift like mine." She carefully extended the scroll to him.
Han Ling took it, feeling a chill run up his arms. This wasn't an ordinary item. Just by touching it, he felt his soul being lightly scratched.
"This map was stolen by me from an old cultivator of the Dao Integration Realm. An arrogant worm who tried to peek at my body while I bathed," said Han Xinrou with a sweet smile, though her eyes darkened at the memory. "I tore out his eyes with my own nails before killing him."
Han Ling raised an eyebrow. "Sweet as ever."
"I am, sweetie. But only for you."
Han Ling gave a half-smile, slowly rolling up the scroll.
"Does this place have a name?" he asked as he stored the scroll in his spatial ring.
"It does," she answered softly, settling into Han Ling's lap. "This place is known as the end of the world. Our world has no known limits, but no one knows what lies beyond those ruins, making it the only boundary ever found in this 'infinite' world."
Han Ling's brows furrowed with suspicion and curiosity.
"How? Cultivators should've explored this place already."
Han Xinrou laughed softly, as if she had heard something foolish.
"Sweetie, do you think they didn't try? It's just that no one returned, and by their soul flames, it was confirmed they all died."
Han Ling's face became expressionless as he pondered.
"I should've known, it was foolish of me to ask something so obvious."
He fell silent for a few moments, his gaze fixed on the void, then his eyes turned to Han Xinrou.
"So you're sending me to a place where no one has returned from?" Han Ling asked with a neutral voice, but there was a strange gleam in his eyes.
"Of course not!" Han Xinrou's voice rose suddenly, before softening as she explained. "Those people only died because they tried to go deeper into the spatial turbulence."
Han Xinrou gently caressed Han Ling's face with trembling hands as she continued.
"If you stay only on the outskirts, you'll be able to advance to the Dao Integration realm quickly and come back to me."
Han Ling held Han Xinrou's hand against his cheek, his amber eyes glowing with a sharp light, yet filled with restrained emotion.
"Then, I'll stay on the outskirts. Just enough to understand the laws… just enough to come back to you stronger," he said in a low voice, like a promise sealed with blood.
Han Xinrou nodded with a fragile smile, but her fingers tightened against his skin, as if trying to memorize that face. There was fear in her gaze, a fear she could barely hide—but there was also trust. A blind faith that only obsessive love could generate.
"You'll come back..." she murmured, as if saying it to herself. "Because if you don't come back, Ling… I'll destroy everything until I find you."
Han Ling pulled her into another kiss, this time firmer, sealing those words.
***
End of the chapter.