Fücking Püssy Everyday to in other to become a Püssy Emperor Chapter 13
Alex smiled.
He didn’t kneel.
He closed the distance in a single step—faster than she expected, faster than any Qi Gathering cultivator should move.
Her sword slashed—clean arc aimed at his throat.
He caught the flat of the blade in one hand.
The metal sang against his palm. Serpent-qi crackled—useless against his pure yang foundation.
Mei Lin’s eyes widened.
He twisted.
The sword flew from her grip, embedding itself in the dirt ten paces away with a soft thud.
Before she could react, he seized her wrist and spun her—back slamming against the wall of the residence. One hand closed lightly around her throat. The other slid down, cupping her breast through the robe, thumb brushing the hardened peak.
She gasped.
Her body arched involuntarily—hips pressing forward against his thigh.
"Release me—" she snarled.
Alex leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.
"You came here to break me," he murmured. "Now look at you. Already dripping through your panties like a common whore."
Mei Lin’s face flamed crimson.
She struggled—futilely. His grip was iron.
He pressed his thigh between hers—firm, unyielding.
She moaned—small, broken, horrified at the sound.
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.
"I’ll make you a bet," he said.
Her breath came in short, ragged bursts.
"Ten minutes," he continued. "If you can resist cumming while I touch you, you can take me as a prisoner back to your sect. Chain me. Present me to your elders. Claim whatever glory you want."
Her lips parted.
"If you lose..." He squeezed her breast once—firm, possessive. "...you become my third woman. You swear fealty. You lie to your sect about what you found here. You become my eyes inside the Jade Serpent Sect."
Mei Lin’s eyes blazed—pride, fury, and something darker warring behind them.
"You think I’ll break so easily?"
Alex smiled—slow, dark.
"Prove me wrong."
She hesitated—pride warring with the heat flooding her core, the slickness already soaking through her undergarments.
Then, voice shaking but defiant:
"Ten minutes. No more."
Alex released her throat.
"Inside."
She walked ahead of him—spine rigid, fists clenched, steps deliberate.
Lila and Sable followed, silent.
The door closed.
The hall was dim—only sunlight through the lattice windows, dust motes drifting in golden beams.
Alex pointed to the central pillar.
"Hands above your head."
Mei Lin obeyed—slowly—raising her arms.
He used her own belt—silk embroidered with silver serpents—to bind her wrists together and loop them over a high beam. She hung there, back arched slightly, breasts thrust forward beneath the robe.
He stepped close.
His fingers traced the edge of her collar—then slid lower, parting the robe inch by inch.
Pale skin. Perfect breasts—high, firm, nipples already dark pink and erect. Flat stomach. Trim waist flaring to rounded hips.
He palmed one breast.
She bit her lip.
He rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger—slow, deliberate.
A soft whimper escaped her.
"Time starts now," he said.
He teased her for the first two minutes—slow circles around her nipples, palm pressing against her mound through the thin undergarments. She fought—jaw clenched, breathing controlled—but her hips began to rock forward, seeking more friction.
At minute three he slipped his hand beneath the fabric.
She was soaked—hot, slick, swollen.
His fingers slid through her folds—slow, deliberate—coating themselves in her arousal.
She moaned—long, broken.
"You’re dripping," he murmured. "You hate it, don’t you? You hate how much you want this."
"Shut—up—"
He curled two fingers inside her, pressing against her g-spot.
Her knees buckled.
He caught her waist with his free hand, holding her up.
Minute five: he dropped to his knees.
Pushed the robe aside completely.
His tongue found her clit—slow circles, then firm strokes, then sucking lightly.
She cried out.
Her thighs trembled.
Minute seven: she came—hard, sudden, squirting against his tongue.
Her scream echoed through the hall—raw, broken, humiliated.
[+380 Pure Yang Qi gained – First Orgasm]
He didn’t stop.
He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Three minutes left."
She sobbed—half fury, half need.
He untied her wrists only to spin her around—bend her over the low table.
He ripped the undergarments aside.
Entered her in one thrust.
She screamed again—pleasure this time, raw and overwhelming.
He fucked her hard—deep, claiming strokes that slapped against her ass.
She pushed back against him—desperate, broken.
"Harder—Master—don’t stop—"
The word slipped out.
She froze.
Then moaned louder.
"Master—please—fill me—"
He did.
Thick pulses flooded her womb.
She came again—convulsing, squirting, collapsing against the table.
[Third Bond Formed: Mei Lin]
+1,200 Pure Yang Qi
New skill: Aura Suppression Resistance (passive)
Stolen technique: Jade Serpent Breathing Method (low-grade qi circulation)
Mei Lin slumped to her knees—robe torn, cum leaking down her thighs, tears streaking her face.
She looked up at him.
"I... submit."
Alex crouched.
"Say it."
She swallowed.
"I belong to you... Master. I swear fealty. I will lie to the sect. I will be your eyes."
He nodded once.
"Good."
He helped her stand—gentler than she expected.
Lila stepped forward, offering a clean cloth.
Sable watched silently, eyes thoughtful.
Mei Lin cleaned herself—hands shaking—then straightened her robe as best she could.
"I will report that the qi spike was a natural spirit vein awakening," she said quietly. "Nothing worth investigating further."
Alex studied her.
"If you lie to me—"
"I won’t," she cut in. "I can’t. Not anymore."
She left at dusk—robe hastily repaired, face composed, but eyes haunted.
The crane lifted off.
But it didn’t fly far.
High above the village, it circled once—twice—then vanished into the clouds.
Alex stood on the veranda, watching the sky darken.
Lila curled against his side.
"She’ll keep her word," she murmured.
"For now," Sable added quietly.
Alex felt the new qi circulating—stronger, colder, laced with the faint serpentine flavor of Mei Lin’s stolen technique.
He smiled.
One sect disciple broken.
How many more before they sent someone he couldn’t break?