The two sides clashed

Huyen Ky stepped through the door and saw the little beauty trying to pull the door latch in an attempt to escape. He hadn't expected such a small body to possess such fierce determination. Suppressing a smile, he observed her carefully.

That maid indeed had a good eye, tight-fitting clothes that exposed half of her chest, the two soft, pale breasts faintly visible through the fabric; her back was bare, and her lower half wore a pastel pink skirt. Truly, a soul-snatching sight.

"You won't be able to open it no matter how hard you try."

Hearing his voice from behind, I quickly jumped away and warned him.

"Don't come any closer!"

But he didn't pay the slightest attention. His gaze on me was like a predator eyeing its prey. Calmly, slowly, he walked toward me like a leopard stalking its meal. I hurriedly ran behind the table, and seeing a teapot on it, I grabbed it and hurled it at him in threat.

"I'm warning you one more time, stay away!"

He lightly dodged, the teapot shattered on the floor, water spilling everywhere. In the blink of an eye, he was behind me, lifting me up and carrying me toward the bed.

"Be good now…"

I struggled violently, using all my strength to pry his hands from my waist.

"Let me go!"

He laid me on the bed, his entire body pressing down like a boulder. My clothes were in disarray, and by instinct, I wrapped my arms around my chest to shield myself. He lowered his head, his forehead pressing against mine as he whispered,

"You're so beautiful…"

Then he pressed his lips to mine, but I turned my head away just in time, so his kiss landed on my cheek. After a few failed attempts, he grabbed my face to force me to look at him. Our eyes met, and I could see the desire in his eyes, just waiting to erupt.

He pressed our lips together, his tongue invading mine. At that moment, I felt only fear, not pleasure. He seized my hands and pinned them above my head, my breasts fully exposed before him, and for some reason, my nipples had become erect.

He lowered his head, sucking and licking my breasts. I turned to avoid him, but the more I resisted, the more excited he became. His tongue swirled around my nipple, and I shuddered unconsciously. The feeling of helplessness made me tremble and sob, tears streaming down my face.

"Huhu… you bastard, let me go!"

Seeing me cry so pitifully, he finally stopped. I quickly turned over and buried my face in the blanket, sobbing uncontrollably, my bare back facing him.

"You don't like it? Don't women all enjoy mating?"

"No, I don't! Get away from me!"

Seeing the woman lying there crying, face buried in the blanket, Huyen Ky suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Seeking pleasure through mating was something very natural, so why didn't she like it? He bent down and kissed her bare back, murmuring,

"Alright… I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you…"

But before he could finish, a sharp sword suddenly stabbed at his back. Sensing danger, Huyen Ky twisted his body slightly to avoid the deadly strike.

"Who are you?"

The young man with a grim expression said angrily: "Let her go."

From the man's arms, I recognized the boy I had met a few days ago and quickly began crying pitifully to gain sympathy.

"Huhu… save me, he bullied me…"

Hearing my aggrieved words, the young man's sword came slicing furiously. The man had to both carry me and avoid the blade. I was spun around in his arms. The boy's skills were not to be underestimated, sometimes charging in, other times evading gracefully.

The man in white, unarmed, had to use divine energy to fend off the attacks. Each thrust of the sword was countered with a glowing green palm strike. The light came from his hands. I was stunned, it was the first time I had seen spiritual arts with my own eyes.

He leapt toward the window with me in his arms. The sword, like a moth to flame, chased wherever he went. Seeing it about to pierce his left side, a dangerous strike, I opened my mouth and bit his arm with all the strength I had.

Blood dripped from his arm. In pain, he let go of me. Now under attack from both outside and inside, he quickly lost the upper hand. As soon as he loosened his grip, I shoved him back and threw myself forward, leaping onto the boy's body, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, panting.

"Let's run!"

Hearing this, the boy withdrew his sword and stopped fighting. He carried me straight toward the front door. Glancing around, I saw the two maidservants from earlier lying dead on the floor. I dared not look any longer and buried my head in the boy's shoulder.

The white-clad man gave chase, leaping skillfully behind us. He struck at us with a divine palm. Seeing it, I clung to the boy and shouted: "Right side, dodge left!"

Immediately, the boy leaned to the left to avoid the strike. Using light-footwork, he bounded across rooftops, leaping from one to the next. One arm supported my waist, while I clung tightly to his neck. I hadn't expected him to be so agile. In just a short time, we had lost the white-clad man.

We breathlessly hid inside a house located in a small alley. Seeing the window wide open, the boy carried me in and slipped inside a wardrobe, closing the doors.

His movements were smooth and practiced. Now, he sat on a pile of clothes while I straddled him. The boy leaned close to my ear and whispered: "Just wait a little. When he leaves, we'll go out."