Chapter 211: Arrow On The Bowstring
Chapter 211: Arrow On The Bowstring
“Did I take her purity? How could that happen?” Lü Yang was shocked. Constantly drifting between the Mysterious Domain and the real world felt like journeying through countless Parallel Worlds. So many gaps existed in his memory that he often needed others to confirm what he might or might not have done.
“Xiao Hui told me herself! How could you deny it? Have you no honor at all!?” Lin Yin felt furious enough to strangle him… Thankfully, she soon recalled who this person truly was…
“I really don’t remember…” Lü Yang honestly couldn’t recall, and lacking memory meant he couldn‘t defend against her accusations.
Logically, even if Death Killer had been erased from reality and many things changed, sleeping with Liu Hui seemed impossible! How absurd! Unless… had the Mysterious Domain replaced Death Killer with someone else, letting Liu Hui meet him? And he, utterly unrestrained, took advantage of her?
Not likely… Liu Hui wasn’t the type to actively seduce anyone. Lü Yang believed his own character wouldn’t turn him so impulsive either. Yet since Liu Hui herself confessed this to Lin Yin, it must be true. Liu Hui didn’t strike him as a liar… especially about something so intimate.
More confusion flooded his mind!
“You don’t remember? Fine, I’ll remind you! Xiao Hui is a good girl. You claimed her, so you MUST marry her! Treat her well! Or I’ll make you regret it!”
Lü Yang’s apparent refusal to claim responsibility solidified Lin Yin’s belief in the truth of that fabled ’night’ Liu Hui had described. Thinking back on the past few joyful days with Liu Hui, a sharp pang of heartache struck Lin Yin. Doubt crept in—was her personality warped? Had she misidentified her own gender, falling for Liu Hui?
At the very least, she knew, hurting Liu Hui would shatter her heart entirely.
“So your demand is for me to shoulder responsibility for Xiao Hui, while abandoning you?” Lü Yang shot back irritably. Regarding Liu Hui’s situation, confusion clouded everything—arguing proved futile.
He would need to privately confirm the facts with Xiao Hui later if given the chance.
Inflamed by righteous fury, Lin Yin registered Lü Yang’s words only to suddenly confront her own neglected fate—a wave of bleak sorrow surged through her heart…
Once, her impression of Lü Yang had been favorable—a kind man, someone caring, a trustworthy friend perhaps, but never a potential boyfriend. His status as just a low-earning Migrant Worker put a vast chasm between him and her dream future.
Modern society often conditioned more obedient, disciplined, strictly-raised girls towards harsh realism. And if blame lay anywhere, it wasn’t with them—society itself bore responsibility.
In Lin Yin’s mind, if relations happened between her and Lü Yang, should he claim her purity, she’d reluctantly accept her fate under coercion. Yet now, unveiled as a womanizing scoundrel, should intimacy occur, responsibility wasn’t coming her way either. For a pure girl like her, yielding freely just seemed…unfair and unbearable.
But what options remained?
During her precious time with Liu Hui, Lin Yin had secretly entertained a rebellious thought—keeping Lü Yang’s body forever. They could stay together, basking within that desired luxurious life she’d been enjoying…but…
How could she abandon her parents…?
Learning her mother was ill from her father sealed it—Lin Yin rushed to the hospital immediately, desperate to assess her mother’s condition.
“Stop touching me!” Heart all tangled, Lin Yin pushed Lü Yang’s hands away.
“You think I want to? You’ve gone soft again! When exactly will we finish undoing this curse?” Lü Yang groaned in frustration. Touching another man’s form felt profoundly bizarre.
An urge to bash her head against the wall nearly overwhelmed Lin Yin from sheer emotional chaos. Since when did existence twist so horrifically?
Had her mother not fallen ill needing surgery, forcing her journey here, she’d never have consented to such soul-swapped methods. Yet here she stood, effectively aiding her own violation—wasn’t this the cruelest joke life could play on her as a Woman?
Was enduring Lü Yang’s accumulated troubles her punishment? Clear as day—it was entirely HIS fault! Why punish ME?
“Perhaps lie down on the bed, empty your thoughts…leave it all to me…” Lü Yang suggested. Clearly, man on top proved too difficult; swapping positions offered another shot.
Lin Yin squeezed her eyes briefly. Truly cornered now, she yielded to Lü Yang’s directives and lay back. Instinctively, her thighs pressed together—finding emptiness instead. Utter despair streamed unbroken tears down her face, making Lü Yang crave wall-impacts himself.
Ah, the ultimate irony; a man now trapped within a female form, obligated to provide sexual favors for another man…
Pushing past disgust, Lü Yang tightly closed his eyes and meticulously stroked Lin Yin’s form, every inch, even enduring the intense weirdness enough to nuzzle Lin Yin’s ear and cheek. Progress came slowly until familiar sensations sparked Lin Yin’s body alight below…
Leaning forward, Lü Yang pressed her moist, soft region rhythmically against Lin Yin, stirring her own growing readiness while thoroughly lubricating Lin Yin’s outside surface. Prevention mattered—avoiding unbearable pain later during the ritual’s consummation.
At long last, final preparations set. With firm grip on Lin Yin, Lü Yang awkwardly attempted alignment toward the destined location…
Like an arrow fitted to its bowstring—forced flight loomed unavoidable.
For Lü Yang, the real dilemma lay twisted: someone else now held the bowstring; she alone stood as the vulnerable bullseye.
Really sit downward onto this?
Committing this act upon Lin Yin without accepting future responsibility? Could cruelty cut deeper? Yi Ya already held his heart—committing oneself to Lin Yin proved utterly impossible. Lü Yang knew Lin Yin’s nature—imagining the wound such betrayal would carve. Yet every ounce of responsibility landed squarely upon HIM; for Lin Yin, this amounted to catastrophe falling completely undeserved.
But escaping the body swap remained essential—unfinished meant endless complications…
His jaw clenched tight as Lü Yang readied herself for descent when inspiration ignited sharply—a potential compromise surfaced! Completion without robbing Lin Yin was feasible—achieving the necessary ’integrated fusion’ the ritual demanded!
Women possess three openings down below! Too small stood one…similar enough others remained…
Precisely! The alternative route beckoned…
Damn! Could one truly breach…one’s OWN passage? Surely a historical first!
Face-shrouding mortification settled…
Sigh…bound to protecting Lin Yin above personal horror, she embraced the necessary path. Blame fate for her ever-benevolent, lewd nature…
Hmm…hmm…shift rearward slightly…
Yes, yes; target zone achieved perfectly.
Time hummed an elegy honoring her impending sacrifice…
“Chrysanthemums wilted, sorrow strewn earthbound…”
“Your stalk turns shadowed, golden-brown…”
“Plummet your flesh staff…my streams flow silently…”
Uninformed, Lin Yin remained blissfully oblivious; unaware her physical purity stayed undisturbed even as she penetrated. Only a wondrous, suffocating tightness enfolding him spurred torrents pouring tear-streaks downward.
Any observer surely would gasp confusion—Why did the man sob inconsolably? Why wear the maiden such distant calm?
Calm she was not—inner screams of misery shredded Lü Yang. Regret stabbed that his proud physique backfired—those prized manhood dimensions now becoming torture instruments…upon himself!
Testing subtle movements after full lodging set Lin Yin instantly tensing up…her brows knotted fiercely…soft groans escaped lips… Lü Yang fully envisioned just HOW intensely pleasure seized him.
Life’s inaugural sexual encounter bestowed not an iota of joy upon its rightful possessor—suffering while gifting orgasmic ecstasy entirely unto another!
Stopping momentarily, Lü Yang’s pause made Lin Yin snap—unable to bear abstinence any longer, hips instinctively began fierce rhythmic thrusts…
Poor Lü Yang—all comfort gone. Achieving pleasure required frantic personal intervention.
Could THIS genuinely lift the curse?
Lin Yin plunged deeper and deeper into passion’s abyss…subconscious embrace held Lü Yang fiercely while escalating desperately violently…
Suddenly remembrance struck Lü Yang; activation of the Curse Removal Card needed initiation—nearly forgotten while monitoring Lin Yin’s expressions…
“Curse Removal Card activated…”
“Verifying conditions met…”
“Fusion…achieved…”
“Curse Removal Card effect commencing…”
“curse…lifting…”
“Soul Transmission initialized…”
“Transmission in process…”
“Transmission complete…”
Instinctively, vertigo shattered reality surrounding Lü Yang—as though fragments spun wildly through air before reuniting anew.
Freezing cold stabbed instantly…
Blackest darkness consumed surroundings…
Roaring winds howled past ears…
Nightmarish Black Mist twisted…
Sickening plunge downwards mimicked endless clifffalls unfolding beneath his spirit…
Slowly reality solidified again around him; warmth abruptly chased cruel chills fleeing. Resembling one drowning now reaching sweet air, Lü Yang greedily gulped breath after breath as surroundings normalized abruptly.
Now rested beneath Lin Yin, Lü Yang found their position reversed—he lay upon the bed clutching her tightly atop himself, still fused within their ceremonial union.
Sensation dominated singularly—overwhelmingly tight, rapturous bliss…Uncontrollable spurts released deeply within Lin Yin…
Suddenly, Gong Jian flashed through Lü Yang’s thoughts, then Zhou Ling’s once-famed statement followed clearly…
Dirty substance flooding entirely…