Damien stood there, silently watching the awakened girl as she demanded an answer.
His eyes remained unreadable perfectly devoid of emotion, it's like nothing in this world could stir even the slightest reaction from him.
"No need to panic," he said calmly.
"The reason you can't move is because your body is far too sensitive right now."
Hearing this the girl eyes, turned into a frost, "Don't tell me you saved me at that time just to raped me as well?" she uttered, her gaze deepening onto him.
Damien just shrugged his shoulders, "Well that's because you are in the middle of awakening your physique, if I didn't interfere you would have frozen yourself to death. You can check yourself, to know whether I am lying or not,"
Hearing his explanations, she was confused and a realization hit her as she felt her body turned colder than usual.
Not only that, the QI that she was absorbing was refined and transformed into a strong Yin QI making her feel cold inwardly.
She was feeling grateful inwardly since if he really did not do anything she would have really died.
She then bit her lips not accepting that she was touched, since her body is off limits to anyone due to their sect restrictions which is not allowed to have a male companion.
"Hate to break it to you, but if I don't continue, that freezing sensation will come back. So I want you to choose. Should we continue or not?"
He looked at her with calm eyes, "I haven't taken your virginity yet. The reason I didn't thrust into you is because I have my own principles.
The girl looked at him as and saw nothing in his eyes. There was no lust, no hunger and only something distant and unreadable.
It was strange to her, perfectly unfamiliar. She had seen many gazes before, but never one like his. From what she heard in his words, it became clear to her.
This was why Damien hadn't dual cultivated with her yet. He had only used his technique to temporarily calm her Frozen Lotus Physique. But it was only a temporary fix.
The condition would return, and when it did, the only way to stop it would be to fully go through with it.
The girl stared up the caved in a deep dilemma, she knows what her physique is since her master told her this.
When the time for her awakening came, she would most likely die, unless something could help her survive.
Her master had traveled far and wide, exploring tombs, dangerous zones, and abandoned ruins in search of a treasure, but the treasure they needed was never found.
She wasn't afraid of dying, but a deep sense of regret lingered in her heart. It wasn't fear but it was sorrow.
Her master had done so much for her over the years, ever since the day she was brought into the sect and became her student.
If she died now, how could she ever repay that debt?
She closed her eyes for a moment and when they opened again, they were filled with a quiet resolve.
Her gaze slowly shifted, locking onto Damien's face.
"How can you be so sure you can help me and not just take advantage of me? My master said there's no way to save me without the assistance of some high-grade treasures," she asked.
Her were filled with nothing but cautious. She didn't want false hope, and she didn't want to be used.
"If your master said that, then it only proves she didn't fully understand your physique," Damien replied calmly, as if stating something obvious.
Her expression shifted to anger, cheeks puffed up from his words.
"You don't know anything about my master. She's one of the most talented and feared cultivators on this continent. She is more knowledgeable than anyone, and she understands my situation far better than you ever could," she snapped at him.
Damien let out a quiet sigh. If it weren't for her unique physique, he would have walked away long ago.
She reminded him too much of someone from his past.
In his mind, an image surfaced it was a graceful woman standing at the edge of a cliff. Two trees with silver leaves shimmered behind her as moonlight bathed the scene in a soft glow.
She was breathtaking. A half-moon tattoo adorned her forehead, adding to her mature and elegant presence.
Every detail about her exuded grace, matureness, and unmatched beauty.
She was the very woman he had once dual cultivated with to solve the same condition. No treasure had been found, and the day of her awakening had come.
He had stumbled upon her by chance, caught in that critical moment and to save her, they had dual cultivated.
Remembering it now, Damien sighed and looked back at the girl before him.
"Do you really need more proof," he said calmly.
"Why don't you can feel it yourself? If I hadn't intervened, do you think you'd even be able to speak right now?"
Hearing his words, the girl couldn't help but admit that he was right.
But before she could say anything, it hit her.
A sudden chill rushed through her, sharp and biting, like thousands of needles stabbing into every inch of her skin.
Pain surged through her body as her limbs trembled uncontrollably.
"Help... me!" she cried out as she clenched her teeth with tears sliding down her cheeks.
She could feel death creeping in as her body had begun to turn cold, her toes and fingers already showing signs of frostbite.
The chill in the cave was growing stronger, swallowing the warmth that had just begun to form.
Damien walked besides her, and extended his hand up her pussy and then with just a touched of his fingers a fierce fire enveloped her.
The pain disappeared, and the frosty feeling that seemed like it will turn her into an ice sculpture was eradicated.
"Choose now. You have one minute before it takes over again," Damien warned her.
The girl's face turned crimson with embarrassment. She could only endure it as he touched her most private place, somewhere she herself had never dared to explore so intimately.
Damien didn't stop with a simple touch. His fingers began to circle around her slit, in a slow gratifying motion.
Occasionally, he brushed directly over it, sending waves of overwhelming pleasure through her, so intense she couldn't even put it into words.
"Ahh~" she moaned, her neck arching upward as the sensation rushed straight to her head.
"So is it a yes or a no?" Damien asked, still on his knees.
His sword was so close it made her swallow a mouthful of air, eyes locking on the raging dragon that could make even the proudest of women tremble.
Dragons, Sirens, Demons, Angels and Immortals none of it could stand against Damien's sword. And now, it was pointed at her.
Her face burned red, a mix of shyness and embarrassment washing over her. She turned her head to the side, unable to meet his gaze or look at what was about to happen.
Then after some time she gave a small nod.
Taking that as her answer, Damien stood and moved between her legs. He gently opened them, then pulled her waist closer to him.
"Ahhh," she gasped, caught off guard by the sudden movement.
Her butt were lifted slightly off the floor, and Damien's sword was now poised to enter, her pussy.
Her garden as overflowing with juices as it glistened beneath him. She stole a peek at his rod, and in that instant, the strength in her body seemed to return, she was feeling a mix of anxious and anticipation.
Raising her hand to her lips, she bit down gently, trying to steady her nerves. Damien glanced at her.
As their eyes met, she quickly looked away completely flustered, her gaze shifting sideways in panic.
The motion caused her chest to bounce slightly, the soft peaches jiggling like two marshmallows molded by invisible hands.