Villains Aren't Stepping Stones!

Chapter 275 - 43: Emperor’s Shadow(18+)

"Please take me, young master.*

Hearing those words, he immediately gripped her hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into her pale skin as he drove his thick cock forward in one singular, violent thrust.

The sound of her hymen tearing was like a wet, sickening pop that echoed in the quiet room.

"Ah~!" Qing’er let out a strangled scream, her back arching off the mattress as the sudden, invasive stretch of him ripped through her.

It hurts!

Like a searing, burning bloom of pain that made her vision blur. Was this because she left that place completely unattended for three hundred years?

She doesn’t know, and honestly, right now, she couldn’t care less about it.

She clawed at the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to process the feeling of being completely filled for the first time.

Haoran didn’t pause to let her adjust as he leaned down, his chest pressing against her breasts, and whispered harshly in her ear,

"Take it all, Qing’er. Every, single, inch."

He began to move, pulling back nearly all the way before slamming back inside her as she grunted and moaned.

Each thrust was like a blunt force trauma to her virgin walls as she whimpered, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

She tried to keep up with his rhythm, her hips tilting instinctively to accommodate him, but the friction was overwhelming, and the pleasure mixed with pain was making her dizzy.

Haoran grunted, staring straight into her eyes as he slowly increased his pace.

She was tight, too tight, and this tightness, the result of centuries of never even once touching that place, made every slide of his shaft feel like he was carving her open from the inside.

He groaned, the tightness of her virgin pussy squeezing his cock like a vice.

However, he loved this feeling of resistance, the way her body fought against him even as she remained submissive.

Just then, he flipped her over suddenly, shoving her face-down into the pillows as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat while he entered her from behind.

This time, the angle was deeper, and more punishing as he hammered into her, his balls slapping loudly against her soaking wet ass.

Qing’er let out a series of broken moans, a mix of agony and a very new, confusing feeling of pleasure.

She tried to push back against him, her small frame shaking under his weight, but he was an immovable wall of muscle.

He reached around, his hand finding her clit and rubbing it with a rough, demanding pressure that forced her to climax even as she sobbed from the intensity of the penetration.

"Look at me," he commanded, flipping her onto her back again.

She did, her teary, hazy eyes stared straight into his, firm, absolute golden eyes.

He smirked and lifted her legs high, pinning her ankles behind her head so her pussy was wide open and vulnerable.

As a Shadow Guard that was trained in the arts of war and combat since she was born, she incredibly flexible, and Haoran felt like he can bend her in whatever position he so desired.

He stared down at the sight of his cock disappearing into her blood-streaked opening and couldn’t help but get turned on even more.

He began to fuck her with a relentless, piston-like speed, causing Qing’er’s eyes to roll back , her body trembling violently.

She was starting to drown in the sensation, her mind unable to keep up with the sheer physicality of his assault.

She tried to wrap her arms around him, seeking some kind of stability, but Haoran pushed her arms down, pinning her wrists to the bed.

He wanted her completely exposed, completely helpless as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter and more urgent, hitting her cervix with every strike.

"Ah~! Ah~!" Qing’er cried out, her voice hoarse, her body twitching in a series of involuntary spasms.

The sight of her, the usually so calm and composed, expressionless girl, now having her eyes rolled back, her mouth wide up as her tongue stuck out, moaning in both pain and pleasure sent waves of unexplained desire to Haoran’s mind.

She was completely spent, her muscles giving out, but Haoran continued to use her body as his personal playground, driving himself deep into her virgin heat.

Finally, after a few more minutes of ruthless thrusting, he felt himself about to climax.

"Qing’er, I’m cumming."

Qing’er shivered as she stuttered, "M-Me...ah-! Me too~!"

At that moment, he let out a guttural roar, filling her deep inside with a hot, thick torrent of cum.

At the same time, Qing’er spasmed as she let out her release at the same time.

At that moment, deep within her soul, something seems to have changed. However, it was being suppressed by the laws of this world.

Haoran didn’t pull out, and just stayed buried deep inside her, his cock still twitching as the last spurts of cum coated her insides as the warmth of his release mixed with the lingering sting of her torn flesh made him twitched a few times.

He observed her, and more importantly, he observed the changes in her body.

’...Has her Yin Origin Sacred Physique awakened?’

Indeed. The requirements for awakening her Yin Origin Sacred Physique into Ying-Yang Origin Physique was for her to lose her Vital Yin, in other words, her virginity, with someone who possessed boundless Yang essence.

Although Haoran doesn’t possessed any physique, the Gold Incinerating Supreme Flame inside him is a concentrated Yang essence, making him a perfect partner to awaken her physique.

However, right now, due to his laws, this awakening was still getting suppressed.

Qing’er lay limp beneath him, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily. She thought it was over, that he would give her a moment to recover, to breathe.

She was wrong.

"Not done yet, Qing’er."

Whatever the case of her physique can wait for later, for now, he needed to enjoy this for as long as he can.

Haoran grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach again without withdrawing.

The sudden motion dragged his half-soft cock across her sensitive walls, and she gasped, feeling a fresh jolt of pain shooting through her pelvis.

He pulled out slowly, letting the cum drip from her sore hole onto the sheets, then positioned himself behind her, his hands spread her cheeks wide, exposing her asshole to the cool air.

"Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?" he murmured, his voice low and hungry.

He spat directly onto her tight rim, the saliva mixing with the slickness of her own arousal and his cum.

Then, he used a thumb to press against the puckered entrance, working the liquid inside before she could even process what he meant.

"Wait— Y-Young master, I—" she started, but her words dissolved into a broken moan as he shoved the tip of his cock against her asshole. "Aaah~!"

The pressure was immense, like a blunt, foreign intrusion that made her entire body lock up.

But he didn’t stop, instead, he pushed forward, forcing the head past the tight ring of muscle.

Qing’er screamed into the pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks as her fingers clawed at the sheets, her whole body shaking.

It was so much, too much, but Haoran only groaned at the incredible vice grip of her virgin ass clenching around him.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he growled, grabbing her hips to steady her.

He leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her spine, and began to rock slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch of his thick shaft stretching her open.

The pain was blinding, like a deep, burning stretch that radiated through her core, but even amidst the agony, a shameful heat pooled in her belly.

Haoran built up his speed, fucking her ass with short, sharp thrusts as her cries turned into choked sobs, her body trembling with each impact.

He reached around and found her clit again, rubbing it harshly in time with his strokes.

The dual stimulation, the brutal pounding of her ass and the rough pressure on her clit, sent her spiraling into another orgasm, this one even more intense, tearing a raw, ragged scream from her throat.

He didn’t let up.

He kept fucking her through her climax, her convulsing muscles only tightening around him, making him groan louder.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving her empty and quivering, then flipped her onto her side.

Then, he lifted one of her legs high, hooking it over his shoulder, and entered her pussy again, it was soaking wet, still stretched, and definitely still sore, and drove into her with the same punishing rhythm.

Qing’er’s mind went blank.

Right now, she felt like she was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, a living doll he could position however he wanted.

He bent her knees to her chest, pounded her from behind while she lay on her stomach, even sat her upright on his lap and bounced her on his cock like she weighed nothing.

Each new position brought a fresh wave of pain and a dizzying, creeping pleasure that she couldn’t control.

Her voice gave out, her limbs felt like lead.

She was covered in sweat, her hair plastered to her face, her thighs slick with cum and blood and her own juices.

And still Haoran was relentless, using her body, her pussy, her mouth, her ass, even the soft curve of her belly, to chase his own satisfaction.

He came again, this time pulling out at the last second and shooting his hot seed across her stomach and breasts, watching with dark satisfaction as his load dripped down her pale skin.

But before she could catch her breath, he was hard again, already sliding between her thighs once more.

"Y-Young master...can we... can we take a break?" she whimpered, barely audible.

Haoran leaned down, licking the sweat from her collarbone, and whispered, "No."

And he kept going.