A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

”It’s simple. I want you... your everything.”

Li Feng smiled as he casually groped her amazingly soft, elastic breast, his fingers sinking deep into the full, heavy flesh.

He pinched her delicate, stiffened pink bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly and watching it harden further under his touch.

Purple Death’s eyes narrowed sharply as she processed his words while trying to ignore that mischievous hand.

A cold frown deepened on her flushed face as she stared at him, still lying exhausted on her back with her legs slightly spread and leaking his thick seed.

She let out a weak, mocking laugh that quickly turned into a breathless cough.

”...My everything?” she repeated, her voice hoarse and dripping with contempt.

”It seems I still underestimated you, Li Feng. Do you think just by taking my body and healing me you’ve earned the right to own me? Hah! Such a naive way of thinking!”

Purple Death glared at him with pure disdain, even as her pink buds throbbed under his fingers.

”You really are delusional if you think raping an unconscious woman and pumping her full of your seed makes her willingly be yours... I am Purple Death. I’ve survived far worse than a pathetic little Foundation Establishment pervert like you!”

She tried to slap his hand away, but her arm was too weak.

It only resulted in her breast jiggling heavily in his palm as he continued to knead the soft, elastic flesh possessively.

Li Feng’s smile didn’t waver.

He gave her buds a firm pinch, watching her flinch and bite her lip.

”Uhh...”

”Who said anything about willingly?”

Purple Death’s eyes widened slightly at his words.

Then Li Feng suddenly got on top of her, leaning his head down between her cleavage.

He let that heavenly softness massage his cheeks as he inhaled her faint, cold fragrance and murmured softly against her skin.

”I will give you two choices. One is be free... but you will remain stuck inside this space forever. Or... two, I make you into my Star Apostle.”

The reason why Li Feng even giving her a choice is because he felt a bit of connection with this woman after seeing her past, but even so, she was still technically his enemy.

So this was the best mercy he could offer her.

Purple Death’s body tensed beneath him.

Her hands pushed weakly at his shoulders as she felt his breath on her chest, but there was no real strength behind it.

”...Star Apostle?” she repeated, her voice hoarse and filled with suspicion.

Seeing her confused look, Li Feng explained calmly,

”A Star Apostle is someone bound to me through a special method,” he said, his voice low and steady, almost soothing.

”You keep your own will. Your own strength, your own pride. You won’t become a mindless slave or lose your personality. But you will be connected to me... loyal, unable to betray me, and able to grow stronger together with me.”

He leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against her skin as he continued.

”And right now, we are in a special space. So unless I give permission, you will never be able to leave this world.”

Purple Death narrowed her eyes.

Even though it sounded fancy, she would basically become a slave to this man.

”...And if I refuse?” she hissed, her voice hoarse but sharp. ”You’ll keep me trapped here like a pet in a cage?”

Li Feng didn’t deny it.

”Yes. You can stay here and never able to leave this space. Never able to take revenge on the world that tried to burn you alive since you were a child... and never able to grow stronger.”

He gave her breast one firm squeeze before looking directly into her eyes.

”Or... you can become mine. My Star Apostle, my weapon and my woman. You’ll keep your freedom to think and feel as you wish... but you will stand by my side. And I will give you the power to make the world regret ever calling you filth.”

Purple Death stared at him silently for a long moment.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her body still sensitive and leaking his seed.

The conflict was clear in her cold eyes.

”...You really are the worst kind of man,” she whispered coldly. ”Offering chains disguised as choices.”

Li Feng didn’t deny it.

He simply continued to knead her soft, elastic breast, rolling her stiff buds between his fingers as he looked down at her with calm, possessive eyes.

”Chains?” he repeated, his voice low. ”Perhaps. But this is quite a merciful chain for someone in your position, you know it too, right?”

”...”

Purple Death remained silent at that... because what Li Feng said was true.

She knew her current situation was far better than what usually awaited a female assassin who fell into enemy hands.

She had seen it firsthand... how a captured sister from the Rain Pavilion had been turned into a living cauldron, used relentlessly until the day she died.

Seeing her quiet, Li Feng leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to the valley between her breasts before lifting his head again.

”I saw your memories, Purple Death. I know how much you suffered. How much you hate this world... and I am willing to accept all of it. Your hatred, your identity... I will help you bear it all as your master.”

Purple Death turned her head to the side, biting her lip hard as she struggled with the offer.

”...And if I accept?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with cold suspicion. ”What exactly does ’becoming your Star Apostle’ mean? Will I lose my free will? Will I become nothing but an obedient whore who spreads her legs whenever you want?”

Li Feng smiled faintly, his hand sliding lower to rest on her filled lower belly.

”Like I said, you will keep your will, your thoughts, your hatred. But you will be unable to betray me. Plus, you will grow stronger alongside me. And yes... your body will belong to me too so naturally, I can enjoy it whenever I want.”

He gave her belly a light, possessive pat, then gave her breast one final squeeze before slowly pulling back.

”So choose, Purple Death. Freedom in a cage... or power at my side. The choice is yours.”

Purple Death closed her eyes for a long moment.

Then, as if she had finished her thoughts, she opened them again with cold determination.

”I...”