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Chapter 109.2: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (1)

In line with expectations, Gu MingYue suppressed any inclination to scream. Instead, she turned her face away from him with an air of aggrieved helplessness, as if seeking solace in the corner of the bed.

Comprehending her unspoken desire, a smirk curved across Jia Ling’s lips as he whispered, “Everyone in the courtyard is sleeping soundly.” Just as the words left his mouth, the woman’s expression morphed into an even more pitiable sight.

However, astonishingly absent was the terror one would anticipate; instead, genuine confusion and a sense of helplessness were etched on her features, emanating from the depth of her heart.

Perhaps it’s the fickleness of human nature that what was once lively and spirited in childhood doesn’t necessarily endure through growth. Or perhaps many of the martial world’s rumours were baseless. The woman beneath him may be beautiful, but ultimately, she seems like a lacklustre ornament.

The night draped itself in deep darkness, and the room was illuminated only by faint glimmers of light. Gu MingYue struggled to discern the man’s features above her, while he had a clear view of her.

Her hair, sleek and dark as the finest silk, was woven into two thick braids that hung down, revealing her unobscured and radiant forehead. Her brows arched gracefully, resembling distant mountains, while her eyes were like misty clouds, harbouring an enigmatic allure.

A slender and straight nose graced her face, nestled above a petite mouth that held a touch of cherry blossom colour. Rosy cheeks reminiscent of hibiscus petals adorned her countenance, while her oval-shaped face exuded a healthy glow that required no cosmetic enhancement, radiating an effortless charm.

Anyone who laid their eyes on her would marvel at her, struck by the exquisite beauty she embodied. However, at this very moment, she bit her cherry lips, her tear-misted eyes serving as a hazy commentary as the man before her deftly undid her nightclothes. This unveiling revealed a body as pure and tender as snow-kissed petals, leaving her expression marked with a mixture of bewilderment and innocence.

Having undressed Gu MingYue, Jia Ling thrust the water-red embroidered dudou¹ into her mouth, before leaning close to her ear to utter a few menacing words.

He then loosened the wide belt around his waist, shedding layers of clothing in quick succession. As his pants descended to his hips, he firmly gripped the throbbing object between his legs, simultaneously lifting one of the woman’s legs to bend at her side.

Disregarding any notion of gentleness or preparation, he plunged into her with an unrestrained and forceful motion.

“Mmph!” Despite mentally bracing herself, Gu MingYue couldn’t help but let out a mournful cry. Her eyebrows formed a small hill of anguish between them, and tears cascaded down like a string of pearls, quickly drenching the pillow beneath her.

The excruciating pain of being split apart down below radiated throughout her entire body. Gritting her teeth, her body was soon bathed in a torrent of sweat, while her legs remained tense and trembling.

“You?!”

As Jia Ling entered the depths of her body, his entire form was seized by violent shudders. Within his eyes, which continued to gleam in the darkness, a profound sense of disbelief welled up. It was as if he had been hit by a colossal revelation, and suddenly, he grasped Gu MingYue’s face with fervent urgency, his eyes scanning hers with a mix of bewilderment and intensity.

Although his movements within her momentarily ceased, Gu MingYue’s pain remained unrelenting. Her face glistened with a sheen of perspiration, while her complexion drained of colour. Her every fibre grappled with the searing sensations, and in the dimly lit room, the echoes of her laboured breaths reverberated.

Jia Ling fixed his gaze upon Gu MingYue’s anguished expression, a mix of frustration and helplessness flashing across his face. In the blink of an eye, his demeanour underwent a dramatic shift. The air around him transformed from an air of veiled nonchalance to an air of poised elegance. His eyes and brows ignited with a fervent delight, radiating an intense determination.

However, Gu MingYue remained oblivious to it all.

Jia Ling delicately withdrew himself and draped his clothes over his form before settling down at the side. With utmost care, he cradled Gu MingYue’s pained form in his arms, positioning her in a comfortable position. In her perplexed gaze, he appeared akin to a child attending to a cherished doll, with his chin resting atop her head as he tenderly stroked her hair with an overwhelming fondness.

Although the darkness of the night obscured any view of Jia Ling’s facial expressions, the distinction between his actions before and after was palpable to Gu MingYue. Each of his movements spoke volumes, leaving an indelible impression of the stark contrast in his shifting attitude.

As someone inhabiting the role of Gu LiuGuang and mistaken for Gu QingHui, shouldn’t she be pitifully subjected to the male lead’s forceful advances? However, why did he suddenly come to a halt?

Gu MingYue simulated a vacant, bewildered expression as she rested against Jia Ling’s chest, lost in thought, yet utterly baffled and unable to make sense of it all.

Perhaps, the slight behavioural differences caused by her presence within Gu LiuGuang’s body had resulted in subtle deviations in the plot…

The dudou that had been in Gu MingYue’s mouth was removed gently, but the man’s warm fingertips poised delicately against her two rosy lips, signalling her to remain silent.

“Shh… Good girl… Here, does it still hurt?”

Jia Ling’s hand ventured between her legs, delicately exploring the wellspring of pleasure hidden within. Though his touch was gentle, Gu MingYue couldn’t suppress the shiver that coursed through her. There was undoubtedly a tear in that area after being subjected to the earlier forced intrusion, causing her waves of excruciating pain.

The extent of the ordeal she would endure remained a mystery, causing Gu MingYue to grit her teeth as she bit down on her cherry lips. Meanwhile, her tears streamed down her cheeks quietly, whether in response to the pain or some other emotion.

After a brief pause, Jia Ling noticed the woman in his embrace remained unresponsive. He tenderly lifted her dainty chin, directing his gaze downward. The sight that met his eyes revealed her tear-streaked face.

Despite evoking sympathy at first sight, her countenance lacked vitality. And her eyes, though brimming with tears, emanated a vacant and dull gaze, as if devoid of spirit.

He automatically presumed that the woman was likely frightened and still in shock, as the stimulation she experienced tonight might’ve been too overwhelming for her to come to terms with, hence rendering her temporarily incapable of facing her aggressor and reacting in a conventional manner.

Suppressing his lingering doubt, he gathered the scattered pieces of clothing strewn across the bed and assisted her in getting dressed, concealing her snow-white skin.

Gu MingYue continued to emit the aura of a startled, fragile creature, her eyes wide with fear as she watched his movements, yet she remained silent as she shrank back in fear.

The woman’s demeanour, filled with an aura of immense injustice and suffering, was like a thorn that pierced through Jia Ling’s heart. On his face, a shifting interplay of sombre contemplation and twisted malevolence unfolded, while the veins on his forehead pulsated as his expression contorted in a disturbing manner.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he covered his face with his hands and abruptly struck Gu MingYue’s chest a few times. His movements were swift as a shadow, evanescent in nature.

Caught off guard, Gu MingYue had no anticipation for Jia Ling’s abrupt action, and before she could grasp what was happening, she found herself sprawled on the bed, utterly oblivious to his swift manoeuvre as she slowly lost consciousness…

After taking in several deep breaths, Jia Ling slowly withdrew his hands from his face. His facial expression had returned to a state of calm, yet a thin sheen of sweat adorned his temples and brows.

Shifting his body towards the unconscious woman sprawled on the bed, he advanced with deliberate steps. And with the tips of his fingers, he traced the contours of her features, his gaze revealing a tapestry of intricate and elusive emotions.

The swelling below remained, a consequence of the long-dormant poison that had been present since birth, which could only be suppressed with inner qi.

He kept his gaze fixed on Gu MingYue’s tranquil and serene face. Carefully, he guided one of her tender, supple hands towards his rigid shaft and encompassed her delicate fingers with his palm.

Then, with a slow and deliberate rhythm, he gently moved her hand up and down while he remained lost in thought.

“Hah… En… En… Hah……”

Jia Ling, consumed by passion, clasped Gu MingYue’s hand as he fervently used it to tend to his own arousal, his voice resonating with a deep and intoxicated tone within the confines of her chambers.

After a considerable duration, he partially removed the woman’s silk undergarment and spat a mouthful of saliva between her delicate petals to serve as lubrication. Then, with his fully aroused and robust shaft in hand, he slowly penetrated through the tender petals and with a deep intake of breath, he released an entire loud of steamy white fluid within her fleshy walls.

I assumed he noticed that she was a virgin, hence the sudden change in decision??? I wonder if there would be a plottwist where the ML recognizes FL from before/etc??? That’ll be really interesting

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