Chapter 76 of 90
The Pink Light
He pulled out.
As soon as he did, his cum started to pour out of her. Overflowing. It ran out of her pussy in a thick white stream, pink-streaked, down over her lips and the insides of her thighs and onto the quilt.
She lay on the bed with her ass still in the air. She had almost fainted.
He looked at her—at her red ass, his handprints on it, the cum running out of her—and that was when he saw the light.
It was pink. Pale pink, like the inside of a shell. It gathered around Nalan Meng's body out of nothing, a faint glow over her skin, deepening. And as it gathered, her body seemed to change. Not her shape—her presence. As if something had been switched on under her skin. She looked lustier. She looked like sin.
He did not understand. He called up the Secret Eye.
[ Name: Nalan Meng ]
Status: Horny, Immoral, Fainted, Embarrassed
Constitution: Seductress (New)
New. He looked into it.
[ Constitution: Seductress ]
Gains power by seducing the opposite sex. Makes the owner's body more seductive, and more lustful.
A constitution. He knew about constitutions. He had written plenty of them. Cold bodies, fire bodies, the Thousand-Hand Asura. He had written Yun Xianchen's cold body himself. But never this. He had never written anything like a seductress. It was as new to him as it was to her.
A seductress constitution, he thought, on top of a goddess's body. He started to laugh, very quietly. It's like she wants to start a war between nations. Ha ha.
He watched the pink light fade slowly back into her skin, until it was gone.
Then he climbed onto the bed beside her, and lay down, and slept.
In the morning, Nalan Meng woke up with something sticky between her legs.
She lay still for a moment, confused. Then she saw that she was naked. In a bed that was not hers. There was a red mark on the sheet under her hips. Her pussy was still sticky with—with him. She had fainted last night before she could wash.
She remembered.
She looked over, and he was sleeping beside her. Naked. On his back. And his cock was standing straight up from his body like a tower. Morning wood.
She stared at it.
She could not stop staring. That huge thing. That had been inside her. She looked at it and felt her face go hot and her pussy go hot with it.
She could not stop herself. She reached out and touched it.
Her seductress constitution had started to take effect. She did not know it had a name. She only knew that she wanted it. She bent down and put out her tongue and licked it, softly, from the base to the tip. Her pussy was getting wet again.
She was so lost in it that she did not notice him waking up.
He woke because of the feeling. A warm wet softness wrapped around him. He opened his eyes and saw Nalan Meng, in the morning light, licking his cock.
He did not say anything. He just watched her.
She had lost her mind. She was sucking him like crazy now. Wrapping her tongue around him like a snake. Then, suddenly, he felt it come—a burst of it, out of nowhere—and he came in her mouth.
There was so much. She tried to swallow it. She could not. It spilled out of the corners of her mouth, and some of it came out of her nose, and her face was a mess.
She let him out of her mouth, coughing. And saw that he was awake. Watching her.
She was so embarrassed she could not speak. She got out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
She washed herself.
She felt refreshed, somehow. Stronger. As if the cum she had swallowed had gone into her meridians instead of her stomach. Her Qi was humming.
She began to clean her pussy. It was wet. From the excitement. She put two fingers inside herself to clean it.
And after a little while, she found she was not cleaning it any more.
The door opened. He walked in.
He looked at her—standing in the bath with two fingers in her pussy—and said: "Didn't I tell you not to touch yourself?"
She was frightened. "I—I was only cleaning it."
He came close. He took her hand by the wrist and drew it away. Then he put his own hand between her legs, and pushed his finger into her.
"Let me clean it, then," he said.
He moved his finger inside her. In and out. Curling. She started to moan, softly.
Then he drew his finger out.
"There," he said. "It's clean now." And he began to wash himself, as if nothing had happened.
He had to. He could not let himself go on. If he went on, he would fuck her again, right here against the wall of the bath. And he could not. The union was spent. There was only six percent in the bar now.
He finished washing and left.
Nalan Meng did not understand why he stopped. She stood there for a long moment, aching.
The water had gone lukewarm around her ankles. She looked down at herself—at the faint pink marks of his fingers on her hips, at the red handprints still glowing on her ass in the bronze mirror on the wall—and waited to feel what she ought to feel.
Shame. Fury. The County Lord's cold rage, that had kept every man in Nalan City at sword's length for three years.
It did not come.
What came instead was a strange, light, frightening calm. As if something heavy had been taken off her and she did not yet know where to put her hands. Last night she had begged. Master. She had said it with her own mouth, in her own voice, without the mask. And the sky had not fallen. The mansion was still standing. Outside the window, a servant was sweeping the courtyard with a bamboo broom, shhh, shhh, exactly as he did every morning.
She did not know who she was this morning. She only knew that her Qi was humming in her meridians as it had never hummed before, and that her body felt ripe, the way a peach feels just before it falls.
She finished bathing and went to get dressed.
There were only sexy, revealing clothes in her wardrobe now. She chose from them.
A tiny black thread of underwear. It ran through her pussy and vanished between the cheeks of her ass. And over it, a robe. It looked like an ordinary robe from a distance—it went from her neck to her feet. But it was cut deep between her neck and her breasts, so that half of each breast showed bare above the cloth, and her nipples were only just covered. On both sides it was split all the way up to the waist. The string of her underwear showed through the slits at her hips.
And the silk was very fine. High quality. It clung to her skin and showed every curve she had.
She was less embarrassed wearing it than she would have been a week ago.
She walked out of her room toward the city hall.
On the way, the guards stared at her with hard cocks as usual.
She arrived at the hall. Everyone was waiting for her. Li Yuguo. Guan Yunfan. Li Yutang. The other elders of the city.
As soon as she walked in, they all started looking at her body. She looked even more slutty today than usual. Her seductress charm was working on all of them. None of them knew why. They only knew that they could not look away.
Guan Yunfan looked at her ass as she walked past him.
It was easy to imagine her naked ass today. The robe was clinging to it so closely that one glance told him everything. And even though he had seen that ass naked—bouncing on his cock at table nine—today it seemed even more seductive than that.
He was hard already.
And Li Yutang was simply drinking her in.
He was remembering last night. He had seen her. His sister-in-law. Completely naked. Lying on a table with her legs spread, with nine men all around her. He could not get the picture out of his head. He would never get it out of his head.
She sat down in the City Lord's chair.
The silence in the hall broke. People began to talk.
One of the elders stood up. A gray-haired man with a careful voice.
"City Lord," he said. "The reports of missing people in Nalan City are increasing every day. Farmers. Laborers. Travelers on the north road. Not only women—men, too. Strong men." He paused. "We strongly suspect the barbarians in the wild mountains, in the forest. We have already sent word to the True Yuan Sect asking for help. They'll be sending people."
The hall stirred.
"The barbarians?" One of the officers frowned. "They've always raided. Cattle. Grain. Women, sometimes, from the border villages. But men?"
"Strong men," the elder repeated. "Woodcutters. Porters. A caravan of salt carriers on the north road—eleven of them, gone in one night, mules and all. No bodies. No blood. Just the empty road." He spread his thin hands. "Barbarians kill what they don't want. They don't carry it home."
Nalan Meng's fingers tightened on the arm of her chair. Then they want them for something.
Li Yuguo sat very still in his chair near the dais. He was going through his outline in his head, chapter by chapter, and finding nothing. No barbarian raids. No missing caravans. In the book he had written, the wild mountains north of Nalan City had been scenery—a line of jagged blue on the horizon, a place for Ye Qiong to stare at moodily while he thought about his destiny.
Another crack, he thought. Another thing growing up on its own.
There was some discussion after that. When it was over, the meeting broke up, and only the important people stayed behind in the hall.
A little while later, the True Yuan Sect arrived in the city.
Yun Xianchen. Ximen Lang. A dozen disciples behind them.
Only Yun Xianchen and Ximen Lang came into the city hall.
And Li Yuguo, sitting in his chair near the dais with six percent in his bar and a new constitution glowing under his wife's skin, looked up as they came through the door and smiled.
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