Chapter 5: Master, I’m Burning Up

Solon instinctively looked around.

The room before him was decorated in a classical, elegant style, its aesthetic rooted in ancient Huaxia influences. Yet despite the antique ambiance, subtle details—high-definition holograms, self-operating machinery, a perfectly maintained temperature—betrayed its cyber-science fiction roots.

There was no doubt: this was his residence within the simulation.

Looking at the luxurious setting, Solon couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and resentment.

"Damn rich people…"

Still, he quickly pushed those feelings aside—for standing before him was an icy beauty, ethereal and proud.

Her form-fitting blue armor clung to her tall, well-proportioned frame, exposing swathes of snowy-white skin across her shoulders, underarms, and chest. Between the short skirt and her black combat boots, her bare legs were smooth and flawless—not a single scar to be found. One would never guess these legs belonged to a battle-hardened swordmaster.

Her silver-blue hair was tied neatly at the back of her head, flowing like silk down to her waist. And yet her stunning face was marred by an expression of frigid disdain. Most daunting were her pale crimson eyes—gems that Solon, a mere bottom-feeder in comparison, couldn't even meet.

She was like a heroine from a wuxia novel—untouchable, invincible.

Solon forced himself to calm down. Whether or not he could sleep with Jingliu tonight… depended entirely on his next move.

"Master," he said, "do you really not know what I want? I don't care about that fox girl at all."

At his words, Jingliu's hand instinctively reached for the hilt of Shizui. She clenched it… loosened… clenched again.

Solon's heart practically jumped into his throat. One wrong move and she might just cut him down on the spot.

Perhaps Baiheng meant too much to her. Perhaps she was her one true weakness.

After a tense silence, Jingliu let go of her blade.

Solon finally let out the breath he'd been holding.

"You shameless scum," she spat. "Taking you in as my disciple is the greatest mistake of my life!"

Her angry voice only made Solon relax further.

He dared to take a bold step forward, leaning in ever so slightly, and whispered softly into her ear:

"Master… you wouldn't want Baiheng to be thrown into Penacony Prison, would you~?"

Jingliu's flawless body suddenly trembled. Her cold, stony expression visibly faltered.

Solon's gaze locked onto her delicate, rosy earlobe. A mischievous thought sparked in his mind.

He didn't even know where the courage came from—but he leaned in and gently blew against her ear.

Jingliu recoiled like a startled rabbit. She clutched her ears and backed away, her face turning a vivid shade of red. Without another word, she drew Shizui and aimed the tip straight at Solon's throat.

"What are you doing?!"

Still smiling, Solon gently pushed the blade aside with a finger.

"You should get used to this, Master. After all… we're about to get a lot closer."

Jingliu's grip tightened so hard her knuckles turned white. If she lost control now, it wouldn't be surprising if she severed his head with one strike.

But in the end, she did nothing.

She sheathed her sword.

"…Do whatever you want."

Solon nearly burst out laughing—he only held back because he didn't want to provoke her into changing her mind.

He did it. He really did it.

He had conquered Jingliu.

He had achieved the impossible. Something no one could ever do in the real world, he had done here in the simulation.

And a fine meal deserved to be savored.

Smiling, Solon reached out and placed his hand on Jingliu's shoulder.

Soft. So smooth.

Her pale skin was as delicate as jade, slippery to the touch, utterly addictive.

Suppressing his excitement, Solon kept up the act, wearing a playful, casual smile.

"Master," he said, "I've been staying up late every night lately… My fire is burning pretty hot. I heard you're good at stealing moonlight energy—moonlight is yin. Why don't you help me balance my yang?"

As he spoke, his hand pressed gently but steadily down on her shoulder, as if trying to push her down—to her knees.

Jingliu's fingers twitched at her sides, her knuckles bone-white.

The cold fury in her crimson eyes could have frozen the sun itself, but Solon only smiled—slow, mocking, savoring the way her chest rose and fell with barely contained rage.

He didn't use much force. With Jingliu's physical strength, she could've broken free easily.

And yet, in this moment… she felt as though that hand weighed a thousand tons.

Her face turned red, then pale, then red again. Shame, fury, and resentment flickered across her expression.

At last, as though resigning to her fate, she slowly, obediently knelt in front of him.

The moment Jingliu's knees touched the floor, a shiver ran through her—not from cold, but from the sheer indignity of it.

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. Yet she didn't rise.

Solon's smile deepened.

"Good," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see that legendary composure of yours, Master."

Her pale crimson eyes burned with fury, but she held his gaze, jaw set. Defiant. Even now.

He cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Open."

A beat of hesitation. Then, with a sharp exhale through her nose, her lips parted—just slightly.

Solon chuckled. "Wider."

Her teeth clenched. For a heartbeat, he thought she might bite him.

Then, with a soundless snarl, she obeyed.

He pulled down his pants with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her breath hitched when the fabric rustled. When he finally freed his rock haard cock, her eyes flicked down—then away, as if she couldn't bear the sight.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Her gaze snapped back up, blazing with resentment. But she didn't refuse.

He guided himself to her lips, tracing the plush curve with the head, feeing the plum lips, he took a breath in before pressing forward.

Jingliu stiffened, her fingers digging into her thighs. For a heartbeat, Solon wondered if she'd bite down—if this was the moment she'd finally snap.

But then, with a shuddering breath, she relented.

The first touch of her mouth was hesitant, almost clumsy. She clearly had no experience with this, and the realization sent a thrill through him.

The great Sword Champion of the Luofu, brought to her knees, learning to please him like a novice.

He tangled a hand in her silver-blue hair, not roughly, but firmly enough to guide. "Relax," he murmured. "You'll get used to it."

She made a sound—something between a scoff and a whimper—but didn't pull away.

He pushed again, and then a broken noise escaped her, muffled around him.

Solon laughed. "Louder, Master. Let me hear how much you loathe it."

And then he fucked her mouth in earnest.

As he pushed deeper, her throat convulsed, her body instinctively rebelling. But Solon didn't relent. He held her there, letting her adjust, savoring the way her lips stretched around him, the heat of her breath, the faint tremor in her shoulders.

When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected her and the tip for a brief, obscene moment before breaking. Jingliu gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Again," he said.

This time, she didn't hesitate.

Her movements were still unpracticed, but there was something mesmerizing about her determination—the way she forced herself to continue, even as her pride screamed at her to stop.

Solon groaned, tightening his grip in her hair. "That's it. Just like that."

Her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her nose brushing against his abdomen. The sight alone was nearly enough to undo him—Jingliu, the untouchable ice queen, submitting so completely.

He could feel her struggling to breathe, her body trembling with the effort, but she didn't stop. Didn't fight.

And when he finally came with a low, satisfied groan, she took it all—every last drop—before wrenching away with a choked gasp.

For a long moment, she stayed there, kneeling, her breath ragged, her face flushed. Then, she rekindled her efforts. Deciding that the faster this is done, the sooner she'll be released from Solon's evil clutches. 

"…Urgh!"

Clutching her mouth, Jingliu bolted for the bathroom.

Solon didn't stop her. He watched her leave with a satisfied smile.

After all… the night was still young.

Who knew how long had passed.

Solon had exited real-world immersion mode.

He exhaled deeply.

The faint scent of icy perfume lingered in his nostrils. The feeling of soft skin still clung to his palm.

Delicious. Simply delicious.

He closed his eyes and savored the memory, then resumed the simulation.

[Jingliu sacrificed herself to plead with you. In exchange, you agreed to spare Baiheng.]

[After a night of ecstasy, you gently patted the beauty beside you.]

["Don't worry, Master. I promise Baiheng will be fine."]

[The delicate figure wrapped in silk trembled slightly, but said nothing.]

[You got dressed, smiling with satisfaction, and left the bedroom refreshed. At Penacony Prison, you moved Baiheng to a "normal" cell under the excuse that "the facts of the case remain unclear."]

[This "normal" cell was anything but. Spacious, climate-controlled, furnished with amenities and entertainment systems, meals cooked by personal chefs—it was practically a luxury suite. The only thing missing was freedom.]

[Such cells were reserved for high-profile detainees—like Xianzhou generals or other major powers' executives. House arrest in all but name.]

[Once Baiheng was transferred, family visits were allowed.]

[Jingliu rushed over as soon as she heard the news.]

[After visiting Baiheng, she immediately found you.]

["What game are you playing?! Why haven't you released her yet?!" she snapped, Shizui once again pressed to your throat.]

[But you weren't worried. From the moment she first held back… you knew. No matter what happened, she would never hurt you. You could push her forever.]

[You smiled and gently nudged her blade aside.]

["Master, I know you're in a hurry… But don't be."]

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