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By the Stream, Tangled Hearts
"Can this be considered repayment with your body?"
Lan An's roguish smile gleamed, his silver eye piercing Mu Zi Yin, their bodies entwined in the stream's shallow depths, her tight warmth enveloping him.
Fury and helplessness surged within her.
He'd saved her life, true, but she was a married woman.
Humiliation choked her.
Mu Zi Yin glared, wishing to strangle him, but her exhausted body couldn't muster spiritual energy, not even for self-destruction.
"Ah, mmm," she gasped.
Lan An ignored her thoughts. Having begun, he pressed forward, claiming her lips fiercely, his tongue invading to savor her sweet essence.
Unlike Yan Ruo Xue, Mu Zi Yin was mature, experienced. He wasn't her first. Carving his name into her heart would be no simple feat.
But possessing her was a bold step toward winning this woman.
She'd been with her husband; now, she was with him. Love or hate, he'd etch an indelible mark on her soul.
Hate and love, seemingly distant, could blur with the right touch.
Chup, chup.
His ravenous kiss left Mu Zi Yin's mind blank. Duan Zhi Ping, slightly weaker than her, had been gentle, courteous in their intimacy, fearing her displeasure.
Lan An gave her no time to think. Her vulnerability was his chance. If she recovered, she'd reclaim her lofty Spirit Blossom aura, untouchable.
His hands gripped her waist, pressing her ample chest against him, their heartbeats echoing in unison.
Her warm breasts contrasted the cool water, thrilling him.
His hardness, still within her tight depths, began to move.
Panic flickered in Mu Zi Yin. Inevitable, she suppressed rising pleasure, vowing silence.
Lan An parted their lips, admiring her flushed, glistening mouth. Smirking, he kissed her porcelain face, nibbled her delicate ear, and buried himself in her lush hair, inhaling her mature scent.
Hoarsely, he whispered: "Duan Zhi Ping's wife died to the Tree Demon. I saved Mu Zi Yin—mine."
Her heart jolted. He knew her husband?
Unease gnawed at her.
Their intimate connection continued, his movements slow, deliberate.
Sensing her worry, Lan An snorted: "That man wasn't worthy of you, Zi Yin."
He claimed her lips again, ignoring her weak struggles, quickening his pace below.
Churn, churn.
In the stream, his thrusts stirred the water, washing away their mingled fluids.
"Ah," Mu Zi Yin winced, his size causing pain, the water stripping her natural lubrication.
Noticing her discomfort, Lan An lifted her, their bodies still joined, and leapt to a large rock. Sitting, he positioned her on his lap, her tightness gripping him deeper.
He suckled her milk-scented breasts, reveling in their fullness.
Mu Zi Yin felt pleasure rising, but her hatred held firm, letting him mold her like clay, biting her lip to stifle moans.
"Your tightness is exquisite. I love it," Lan An praised, releasing her hardened, wet nipple.
"So sensitive, Zi Yin, so wet. Feels divine," he thrust upward, reaching her core.
Slick, tight, soft—pure ecstasy.
Mu Zi Yin closed her eyes, ignoring his vulgarity, vowing to kill him once restored.
"Relax. I've something to show you," Lan An said, kissing her fiercely, sending a wisp of soul power with a memory fragment.
Cultivators stored memories in their souls, often plundered by enemies. Lan An shared his willingly.
Mu Zi Yin sneered inwardly, curious what trick he'd play, letting the memory merge.
Her face paled, blood draining as she trembled.
Lan An had shown Duan Zhi Ping's betrayal and his death at Lan An's hands, unhidden.
He felt no need to conceal it, his pride refusing deceit.
Slowing his movements, he held her trembling form, gently stroking her wet hair.
Mu Zi Yin's heart emptied. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She leaned into his chest, dazed, letting him arrange her.
A betrayed woman was most vulnerable, especially after sacrificing for the traitor.
Lan An whispered: "That's why Duan Zhi Ping's wife is gone. Only my Mu Zi Yin remains."
She trembled again, lost, pleasure from their union undiminished as he resumed.
No longer gentle, Lan An aimed to engrave himself in her at her weakest.
From the Spirit Blossom Orb, he produced a mat, laying her on her back. Her alluring body sprawled, he pressed atop her.
His lips claimed hers, hands kneading her breasts, his hardness thrusting relentlessly.
Slap, slap, slap.
Mu Zi Yin fought to moan, pleasure overwhelming her. The man violating her had killed her husband—a husband who betrayed her. Conflicting emotions drove her mad.
Yet, a thrill stirred.
"You're a treasure, Zi Yin. Look at me," Lan An urged, thrusting.
She met his single eye, seeing tenderness beneath the roguery, nearly melting her.
Panicked, she turned away, cursing her weak resolve.
Lan An wouldn't relent. "Disobedient? I'll have you," he growled, accelerating.
Slap, slap, slap.
Each thrust struck her core, his jewels nearly following. Her tight passage stretched, sensitive walls quivering as she fought to stay silent.
"Look at me," he demanded, speeding up.
She refused, tears falling, brows furrowed from pain.
His heart ached. Slowing, he licked her tears tenderly.
Mu Zi Yin shivered, baffled by his shifts from dominance to gentleness.
He turned her to lie on her side, facing her, arm around her, one leg over his hip, moving slowly.
Forced to face him, she glared at the man she loathed.
"I have women, more than one," Lan An said softly, his eyes distant, fond. "They're wonderful, as beautiful as you, my fortune."
Her heart trembled.
"They'd sacrifice for me, as you did for him," he continued. "But I swear, I'd die before letting them face that."
"No matter how you hate me, Zi Yin, you're mine now, my woman."
To prove it, he thrust hard, kissing her.
Mu Zi Yin cursed his shamelessness, immobile, hearing such grandiose claims.
They lay entwined for a time.
Unsatisfied, Lan An wanted deeper. He positioned her on all fours, her curves exposed—her slick flower and tight rear beckoning.
Mu Zi Yin burned with shame, knowing he studied her most private places.
Silently, Lan An gripped her waist, entering her from behind.
"Mmm, hng," she moaned, the new angle overwhelming, pleasure surging.
He thrust powerfully.
Slap, slap.
Spanking her firm rear, he growled:
Smack. "He couldn't protect you. I will."
Smack. "You're mine, no escape."
Smack. "What he did, I'm doing—better."
Smack. "Relax, I'm healing you."
Mu Zi Yin surrendered, her body rocking like a boat on waves, breasts swaying, guilt toward her husband fading, replaced by pleasure.
Her lips parted, soft moans escaping: "Mmm, so good."
Spiritual energy surged, drawn by Lan An's Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon, flooding her body.
"Wife, feels good?" he teased, hearing her moan.
Mu Zi Yin fumed, her pleasure from healing, not him. Wife? Absurd.
Lan An focused, channeling the art to mend her.
Soon, her spiritual energy recovered to a tenth, roughly Golden Core strength.
Stopping, he hugged her, chuckling: "I'm not dumb enough to fully heal you. You'd kill me. Stay weak, easier to kidnap."
"I'll never forgive you!" Mu Zi Yin, now able to speak, glared, shouting.
Chup.
He kissed her playfully, cooing: "Love or hate, as long as you're with me, I'm content."
Her heart jolted, turning away, cursing his shameless words, yet feeling a strange stir.
Knowing escape was impossible, she dismissed self-destruction. Why die again for a traitor?
Her marriage to Duan Zhi Ping, arranged, had been shallow. Cultivators spent years in seclusion; their twenty-year union, mostly apart, lacked depth, explaining his betrayal.
Lan An held her close, asking: "How long since you returned to Tian Mu Sect?"
She bit her lip, silent.
Slap, slap, slap.
He thrust fiercely.
"Nearly a year," she relented, gasping.
Lan An nodded, unsurprised. She hadn't seen his wanted portrait.
"You won't return," he declared.
"Why?" she asked instinctively.
"Your husband killed Tian Mu's young master. You can only follow me," he said casually.
"Husband?" Mu Zi Yin frowned, then blushed, snapping: "You, my husband? Dream on!"
Lan An grinned, whispering: "Not husband? Who's filling you now?"
"Shameless!" She swung to slap him.
He caught her hand, sucking her delicate fingers noisily.
Enraged, she tried to flee.
Lan An pursued, grabbing her waist, parting her legs, entering her again.
Their lips met.
Resigned, knowing his cunning, Mu Zi Yin yielded.
Slap, slap, slap.
Thrusting, Lan An softened: "I claim you because you're a virtuous wife, beautiful, resilient—only a fool would let you go."
"Hmph," she scoffed, eyes half-closed, letting him take her, her heart still conflicted.
Sensing her turmoil, Lan An didn't rush, soothing her to prevent escape, whispering: "We'll nurture our bond, husband and wife."
Thrusting harder, he grinned.
"Dream on," she retorted, flushed from pleasure.
"Having you is my dream," he said earnestly.
"Shameless, nauseating!" she cursed, gasping as he struck her core.
Lan An spoke truth. From Earth, he valued her beyond superficial purity. Her beauty surpassed any star, her flawless, untainted body a cultivator's gift—unmatched by Earth's polluted world.
Whether she believed him, Lan An surged, sprinting to climax.
"Hng, ah, gentler!" Mu Zi Yin moaned, his size overwhelming, pushing her to ecstasy.
"Wife, any secrets? You're so tight, I'm crushed," he groaned, delighted.
"It's you who's too big," she snapped. Duan Zhi Ping's size paled, his gentleness unlike Lan An's ferocity.
"This big one's yours now. Like it?" He kneaded her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
"Only a ghost would!" she glared, yet her body betrayed her, flooding.
Lan An smiled, pleased with their banter, a sign of thawing.
"I'm close, babe. Brace yourself," he warned, sensing her peak, aiming to sync.
Before she could protest, he thrust relentlessly, standing, driving her wild.
Slap, slap, slap.
"Ah, I'm dying, kill me!" Mu cried, eyes misty, breasts quaking, her core erupting.
"I'm there too, you're perfect!" Lan An roared, his release surging.
"Outside, pull out!" she moaned, pushing.
Stubborn, he held her: "You're mine. Inside, no debate."
Thrusting a dozen more times, he unleashed a torrent.
"Ah, hot, so good, I'm done! Lan An, I hate you!" she sobbed, overwhelmed, saliva trailing.
Her first internal release.
Lan An embraced her, carrying her to the mat, laying her down.
Spreading her legs, he admired her flushed, dripping flower, essence mingling.
He sealed her, hoping for a child, deeming her ideal—mature, strong, experienced.
Lying beside her, he brushed sweat from her brow, asking gently: "Still mad?"
"Forgive you? Dream on," she snapped, defiant.
Lan An chuckled, loving her fire. Still nude, he held her.
She didn't embrace him but stayed still.
"As I said, love or hate, just stay with me," he said, holding her hand.
Her heart stirred, turning away, a new feeling budding.
Noting her scars, Lan kissed them, murmuring: "I'll never let you be hurt again."
Before she could react, he slipped a fragrant pill into her lips.
The Beauty Nurturing Pill dissolved, vitality surging. Her skin regenerated, scars vanishing, surpassing her former glory.
Lan An's desire reignited, his hardness rising at her perfection.
"What was that?" Mu Zi Yin gasped, her external wounds healed, though her power lagged.
"Beauty Nurturing Pill," Lan An grinned.
She stared, complex emotions swirling, tempted to bite his beaming face.
"Get dressed. This wilderness isn't safe. I'd lose big if someone saw," he urged.
Recalling their exposure, Lan An pulled out a jade-green dress embroidered with fluttering butterflies, radiating soft light—silky, exquisite.
Jade Butterfly Dress, Lower Earth-Grade armor.
Intended for Yan Ting, he now saw it suiting Mu Zi Yin.
Her eyes sparkled, sensing its quality, unaware of its Earth-grade status.
Lan An moved to dress her.
"No need," she rebuffed, pulling a purple robe from her ring.
Lan An pouted, holding the dress awkwardly.
Mu Zi Yin nearly laughed, suppressing it, snatching the dress.
"I'll dress you!" he insisted.
"Dream on, turn away," she barked.
Lan An shook his head, donning Immortal Lovers' Destiny Bond robes and Shadow Cloak.
Turning, he saw a fairy.
Mu Zi Yin's elegance soared, the dress hugging her curves, hair in a mature updo, exuding allure.
"You're my Butterfly Fairy now," Lan An declared, hugging her proudly.
"Fairy?" she murmured, unusually unresisting.
"I need time alone to think. Please?" She knew he wouldn't release her easily.
"Fine," Lan An agreed swiftly. "Enter my artifact to reflect, as long as needed. I'll wait."
Unsurprised by his spatial treasure, she nodded, seeing his wealth, half-believed he was an immortal.
"Alright," she agreed, the best option for now.
With a thought, Lan An transported them.
Spirit Blossom Orb, Shocking Reunion
Within the Spirit Blossom Orb, Li Zhu Luan practiced techniques, her bond with Lan An growing, especially after witnessing his healing of Ji Bing, which left her blushing.
Bai Su Mei immersed herself in Heart Unity Sword Art, making strides.
Suddenly, the space rippled. Li Zhu Luan, sensing Lan An, paused, smiling brightly to greet him.
Then, she saw two figures—a man and woman.
Her gaze locked on the woman.
Her body trembled, eyes welling, lips quivering: "Master?"