Villains Aren't Stepping Stones!

Hot.

She was feeling hot.

Ye Hongyan was getting turned on, her breath hitching as the warmth of Haoran’s proximity and the heavy, intoxicating pull of her own long-suppressed desires began to thoroughly overwhelm her logical defenses.

The sheer kinetic heat radiating between their bodies made the cool night air of the sanctuary feel like a distant memory.

"Haoran..." She whispered softly.

But just as she leaned deeper into his embrace, her eyes accidentally drifted past the curve of his shoulder and landed squarely on the rigid, unmoving silhouette of Elder Mu, whose back was turned completely towards them just a few paces away on the balcony.

The harsh reality of the spectator’s presence struck her like a splash of freezing water, throwing her mind into a sudden, frantic wave of moral panic.

"W-wait, Haoran... please, not here," Ye Hongyan stammered out, her voice a hushed, trembling whisper as she desperately placed her hands against his broad chest, her face burning with a raw mix of arousal and profound embarrassment. "Mu Chen... Mu Chen is sitting right there... He is listening..."

Haoran simply smiled, a deeply confident, completely unbothered expression settling over his handsome features as he ignored her mild resistance and continued smoothly caressing her waist, his long fingers trailing sparks of heat through the fine silk of her robes.

"It’s perfectly fine, Hongyan," Haoran murmured, his low, magnetic voice dropping into a soothing register that vibrated directly against her ear. "Why should you hide your happiness? Treat this moment as your definitive way of clearly saying to him that he no longer needs to worry about your loneliness. Let him hear that you have already found the man you want to spend the rest of your life with."

"But... but still..." she gasped, her arguments completely dissolving as the relentless, skillful touch of his hands sent a sharp, electric jolt straight down her spine, melting her resolve into liquid submission.

Haoran casually slid his hand lower, deliberately bypassing the defensive folds of her tattered outer dress to softly caress her exposed thighs, before his fingers slowly, intentionally reached for the thin, delicate silk of her panties, gently caressing the warm fabric underneath.

*Gasp!*

Ye Hongyan suddenly grabbed his hands with a surge of genuine, frantic strength, her eyes widening into a look of profound, terrified worry as a sudden realization cut cleanly through her arousal.

She stared directly into his golden eyes, her voice tight with panic. "Haoran, stop! Your cultivation! Your physical body is only at the Nascent Soul realm! If we actually cross the final line and do this right now, the immense, catastrophic volume of my primal yin will flood your meridians instantly, and you will certainly explode into dust! I cannot risk your life! Listen to me, I have already waited patiently for a thousand years in isolation; I can easily wait a few more decades or even centuries for you to naturally break through to the Saint realm before we consummate our bond!"

Instead of answering her panic with words, Haoran casually reached out and pulled open the heavy silk folds of her robes, deliberately parting the fabric to reveal her chest, which was tightly wrapped in pristine white linen bindings.

Ye Hongyan stared at him in exasperation, but didn’t do anything to stop him. After all, in her mind, they were already together, and her body naturally belongs to him.

As long as they didn’t cross the line where his life would surely be in danger, she can accept whatever he wants to do to her.

Just then, Haoran moved with an impeccable, slow grace, his fingers caught the edge of the cloth and smoothly undid it, letting the tight wraps fall away onto the wooden floorboards, completely revealing a pair of beautiful, breathtaking mounds of white flesh topped with perfectly pink, perky nips that hardened instantly in the cool night breeze.

"Haoran..." Ye Hongyan whispered, her voice cracking with a chaotic mix of intense maternal worry and raw, desperate lust as she felt his gaze devouring her exposed skin. "If you are truly that... that incredibly eager tonight... I... I can willingly let you do it with another woman from your villa... I can arrange it for you... just, please, not with me. You will be in immediate, mortal danger if my energy overflows."

Haoran let out a low, incredibly amused chuckle, his long fingers gently tracing the contour of her collarbone as he looked down at her frantic expression.

"Don’t worry about such trivial variables, Hongyan. The laws of this world do not dictate my reality."

Then, leaning down until his lips almost touched hers, he whispered two absolute, world-shaking words.

"Genesis Protocol...."

*OMMMMMM——!*

At that exact, critical moment, he activated the latent, reality-bending powers of his own space.

However, instead of executing a full-scale deployment and pulling both of their physical bodies entirely inside his pocket universe like he had done during the battle with the system, he simply pulled out a small, highly concentrated fragment of his world’s absolute laws and projected it outward into the physical space of the garden.

Right now, the supreme, dictatorial authority of his Genesis Protocol: The Law Beyond Heaven, was completely manifested, encapsulating the interior of this small wooden hut in an invisible barrier that severed them from the standard rules of the universe.

"Within the boundaries of this specific space," Haoran commanded, his voice carrying the heavy, overlapping resonance of a primordial deity, "I explicitly forbid the existence of all biological limits and cultivation restrictions."

*FLASH!*

At that exact monument of activation, Ye Hongyan felt a profound, bizarre sensation echo deep within her soul matrix.

The massive, volatile reservoir of her 6th Stage Heavenly Saint primal yin energy—which would normally react like a volcanic eruption if exposed to a lower cultivator—was instantly, perfectly suppressed, a localized conceptual lock settling over her meridians to perfectly throttle the energy output.

Her immense power was temporarily sealed away within the boundaries of the hut.

She could have easily, instantly shattered this foreign seal with a single, passive thought of her Saint mind, but because she knew the energy was originating entirely from Haoran, she remained perfectly still and didn’t do a single thing to resist it.

Haoran smiled beautifully down at her, his golden eyes burning with a triumphant, predatory fire as his hand slid back down to capture her waist, pulling her bare skin firmly against his chest.

"See, Hongyan?" he whispered, his smirk widening as he glanced once more at the trembling back of the paralyzed Elder Mu. "Right now, within this room, there are absolutely no cultivation restrictions left in existence that can bind us. You belong entirely to me."

The air around them shimmered faintly with the power of his words, an invisible law reshaping reality itself within their intimate space.

Ye Hongyan’s worried expression melted into one of awe and deepening desire as she felt the ancient barriers inside her dissolve.

Her hands loosened their grip on his, sliding up to cradle his face instead, pulling him back into a searing kiss.

Haoran’s hands resumed their exploration with renewed confidence, one cupping and kneading her full breast while his thumb circled her sensitive pink nipple.

The other hand slipped beneath her panties, fingers stroking her slick folds with expert care, drawing soft, needy moans from her lips that echoed into the night.

In the shadows, Elder Mu Chen’s torment only deepened, forced to bear witness to every sigh, every touch, every declaration of eternal devotion—his mind fracturing further with each passing second of their absolute, unrestrained love.

He was already paralyzed, unable to move even a finger, but his ears were sharp, despite having lost his cultivation.

So he could clearly hear everything—the rustle of silk, the heavy breathing, and the soft, desperate whimpers of the woman he had loved for centuries.

Ye Hongyan stood before Shen Haoran, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose.

Despite her thousand years of cultivation, she was trembling. Her virginity was a heavy burden, something she had guarded until this moment of reckless abandonment, because she was hoping to give it to the man she once loved.

She looked at the back of Elder Mu’s head, her heart aching, but the heat radiating from Haoran was an irresistible force.

Haoran didn’t waste a second. He stepped into her space, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her flush against his hard frame.

He could feel her heart hammering against her ribs as he leaned in, whispering against her ear, "Don’t look at him, Hongyan. Only look at me, right now, there is only the two of us."

The cruelty and rather sweetness of the statement only fueled her arousal as she let out a shaky breath.

Just then, Haoran’s hands slid upward as he reached out and pinched one nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger.

Hongyan gasped, her back arching. "Ah~! Haoran..."

He ignored her plea, focusing on the sensation as he began to roll her nipples aggressively, twisting and pulling them until she was whimpering.

"Hmm~!"

He leaned down, taking one engorged peak into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the tip.

He bit down lightly, causing her to cry out, a sound that echoed through the silent hut, making Elder Mu let out a choked, sobbing sound from his chair.

Haoran smiled, knowing the sound of her pleasure was the ultimate torture for the paralyzed man.

He pushed her back against the wooden table, lifting her arms high above her head.

Ye Hongyan blinked, "Haoran...?"

Haoran didn’t say anything and just leaned in, burying his face in her armpits as he began to lick the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing the curves of her pits, tasting the faint scent of her body.

She smelled of roses, sweet and elegant. As a Saint, her body can be considered the cleanest thing there is, devoid of impurities.

He used his fingers to stroke the soft hollows of her underarms, rubbing the skin raw while his mouth continued to devour her.

"Ah~!" Hongyan was losing herself.

The combination of shame and overwhelming lust was a cocktail she had never tasted.

She looked at the back of Elder Mu, her eyes glazed behind her glasses, as Haoran moved his hand down to her thighs, sliding them wide apart.

He stepped back for a moment, undoing his sash and undoing his robes and pants, revealing his thick, throbbing cock.

It stood rigid, pulsing with a need to claim her, but e didn’t enter her yet; he wanted her to be desperate.

He grabbed the back of her head, guiding her down to her knees.

"Suck it," he commanded.

Hongyan’s eyes widened. Suck it? You can suck this thing? How come she never read this on any books she read?

She looked up at him, then at the sobbing man in the chair, thought for a moment, realizing that he should just follow his lead since he is definitely experienced, and opened her mouth.

She took the head of his cock, her lips stretching to accommodate the girth.

Haoran groaned, his fingers digging into her scalp as he began to push deeper, forcing himself into her throat.

He didn’t go slow. He thrust his cock deep, hitting the back of her throat with a wet, slapping sound.

Hongyan gagged, her eyes watering, her glasses fogging up from the heat of her breath.

She struggled to breathe, her hands clutching at his thighs for balance as Haoran pushed further, deepthroating her relentlessly, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with rhythmic intensity.

The sound of her choking and the wet slaps of flesh filled the room.

Elder Mu’s sobbing intensified, the sound of his heartbreak blending with the sounds of Hongyan’s submission.

Haoran pulled out abruptly, leaving a string of saliva connecting his cock to her trembling lips.

He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at the back of the paralyzed man. "Look at him, Hongyan. This is your farewell to your past. From this moment on, you are mine."

Hongyan let out a broken moan, her legs shaking.

She was completely undone, her pussy soaking her clothes, her body screaming for the final act.

She reached out, her fingers grazing Haoran’s cock, pulling him closer, desperate to finally be filled.

"Please~...."

Haoran smirked.

"With pleasure."