A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

Chapter 593: Chapter 593: Purple Death’s Strange Feeling (2)

Some time later.

Steam still hung over the spring.

Purple Death stood at the water’s edge and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

A faint sheen of effort clung to her skin. Her dark robes were slightly damp, and a few loose strands of hair had fallen across her cheek, but her expression was calm.

Following that, she let out a small, contented smile, as though she had just completed a task and was pleased with the outcome.

In front of her, Yao Xin was still in the spring.

But the proud Chief Yang Regulator was no longer standing.

A strange purple chain wound tightly around her flushed, naked body, glowing faintly through the mist.

It bound her wrists above her head, circled her waist, and locked around her ankles, forcing her limp figure to remain spread apart against the wet stone at the edge of the spring.

Her large breasts rose and fell with shallow, irregular breaths.

Water streamed down her separated thighs.

Her damp black hair was stuck to her face in a dishevelled manner, and her eyes appeared unfocused and cloudy.

There were no wounds and no damage that could be called injury, just as Purple Death had promised.

Beside Yao Xin stood Shadow.

The tall puppet held a small fan in one large hand, slowly waving it toward Yao Xin’s overheated body.

The contrast was almost ridiculous.

That massive, silent figure, built for killing, now standing there with a tiny fan pinched between its fingers.

Yao Xin hung there and swallowed hard.

”...Y-You...!”

Her voice was hoarse, completely lacking the smugness she had displayed earlier.

”Just you wait until I tell Master about this!”

Purple Death only glanced at her, unbothered.

Her smile remained kind.

”Go ahead and tell him. But I didn’t damage you at all.”

Then Purple Death signaled toward Shadow.

The puppet paused for only a breath.

After that, it resumed its ”work.”

The tiny fan in its large hand turned from cooling to torment.

Shadow leaned in slightly and began tracing the edge of the fan across Yao Xin’s flushed skin... along her side, beneath the curve of her huge breast, then down toward her waist and the sensitive inner line of her spread thigh.

Yao Xin’s body jerked at once.

”H-Hah—! W-Wait—!”

The purple chain held her firmly in place.

She could not close her legs and could not twist away.

Every weak twitch only made the bindings pull her more openly across the hot spring.

Shadow continued without expression, tickling her with that small tool as if it were carrying out a very serious order.

Yao Xin’s protests quickly escalated into sharp, involuntary cries and laughter.

”S-Stop—! That’s... ah—! Hahahaha... S-Stop...!”

Purple Death observed with quiet satisfaction as Yao Xin’s face flushed red.

Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

Her huge breasts shook with each forced breath as she tried, and failed, to twist free of the purple chain.

From her experience as an assassin, pain was seldom the most effective method.

Pain caused people to scream.

Pain made them either quickly yield or stubbornly resist.

However, joy was an entirely different matter.

A body forced into pleasure, into laughter, into a sensation it could not reject, often collapsed far more thoroughly than one that had merely been cut.

Torture did not always need blood.

Sometimes it only needed a feeling the victim could not escape.

Purple Death crossed her arms under her large breasts and watched Yao Xin’s bright red, laughing face a moment longer.

Then she smiled faintly, satisfied that she had finally taught this overconfident woman a lesson.

”Hmph. This should teach you not to throw his name casually around me.”

Her voice was cold.

”Even if Li Feng came personally, there would be no saving you.”

”Hmm? Did you call me?”

Just then, a familiar voice drifted from behind Purple Death.

Purple Death’s smile froze.

Yao Xin’s hazy eyes widened at once.

From behind Purple Death, Li Feng suddenly appeared, his dark eyes taking in the scene with mild surprise... the purple chain, Yao Xin’s limp spread body, and Shadow standing beside her with that tiny fan still pinched in its large hand, tickling Yao Xin.

’What is going on...?’

Li Feng looked a bit confused at the strange situation.

Then Purple Death scoffed.

”Look who decided to show up.”

She did not even bother to hide the irritation in her voice.

Keeping her arms folded beneath her ample bosom, she turned to face him, her chin tilted up slightly.

”You vanish without a word, without any explanation. It appears that, in the end, I’m simply nothing more than your plaything.”

Sensing her irritation, Li Feng blinked and stepped closer.

”That’s not it,” he said in a calm, almost soothing voice, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder.

”I didn’t disappear because I thought you were nothing at all!”

Purple Death’s body stiffened beneath his touch, yet she did not immediately shake him off.

”The situation was urgent and dangerous. That’s why I had to leave in such a hurry.”

He paused briefly before continuing in a softer tone.

”I wasn’t leaving you behind, and I never thought poorly of you.”

His thumb gently stroked the material of her robe.

”If anything, I didn’t want you to have to confront that danger alongside me!”

Li Feng shamelessly continued feeding her one sweet word after another.

Purple Death’s eyes flickered.

For a brief moment, the sharpness in her expression wavered, and a strange feeling stirred in her chest.

At the same time, Li Feng felt his desire rising again as it came without warning.

Standing this close, he could see the cold, sharp, yet seductive lines of her beautiful face.

A faint veil of steam clung to her skin, and her form-fitting dark robe traced every curve of her seductive figure, accentuating her narrow waist and the substantial swell of her breasts as she crossed her arms.

He swallowed subtly before continuing.

”Once everything was settled, I actually came looking for you.”

His dark eyes lingered on her for a moment too long.

”I know I should have told you before I left.”

”So... how about we go somewhere private?”

His voice softened as he leaned slightly closer.

”...I’ll explain everything that happened outside.”

As he spoke, his hand slowly slid from her shoulder to her waist.

And the touch was no longer merely soothing.

His fingers settled against the tight fabric at her side, gently drawing her closer with quiet, suggestive pressure.

”...”

Purple Death knew very well that this would not be a simple conversation once they reached somewhere private.

And yet... she did not seem to mind.

Perhaps his sweet words had moved her... Or perhaps... she had simply missed him.

As if in a trance, she lowered her gaze, saying nothing.

Seeing this, Li Feng grinned inwardly.

’Hehe... as expected of me.’

He could not help but praise himself for being so good with women.

What he had said earlier was a mixture of truth and lies.

The truth was that he genuinely did not see Purple Death as some discarded plaything, nor did he think less of her.

As for the lie...

Well, he really had come looking for her.

It was just that he had not originally planned to have a serious conversation with her.

His real intention had been much... less innocent.

So now,

Seizing the opportunity and striking while the moment was right, he smiled and gently led her away from the spring, guiding her toward the modest house Yao Xin had constructed nearby.

Despite how calm and composed he had sounded earlier, his desire suddenly surged again.

During his serious conversation with Zi Yuanling, he had managed to suppress it for a while.

But now that the conversation was over, his restraint vanished almost instantly.

But then, out of nowhere, Yao Xin shouted for help, her lashes trembling.

”M-Master—! P-Please... help... hahaha... Ahhh!”

The words came out broken, half plea and half leftover laughter.

Li Feng blinked.

The sound cut through the steam like a splash of cold water.

Purple Death’s strange trance from his sweet words also seemed to lift.

Her lowered gaze sharpened, and the softness that had briefly touched her expression faded as the familiar coldness returned to her face.

She then pinched the hand resting on her waist.

”Hmph.”

She immediately sneered, as if her mind had finally cleared and she had remembered something she should never have forgotten.

”Then why did you look for that slut first?”

Her purple eyes flicked toward the spring, where Yao Xin still hung limply in the purple chains, laughing helplessly as Shadow waved its tiny fan at her.

”Your Chief something.”

The pinch on his hand tightened.

”If you were truly looking for me... why was she the one you called the moment you came back?”

At those question, Li Feng inwardly felt a headache coming on.

...because he really had not thought much about it at the time.