Qingyan left the library with a heavy mind and slow steps. She had spent hours searching for information about her physique, but found nothing conclusive.
Only vague fragments and general warnings about cursed yin constitutions. The secret book Lin Hao had shown her remained safely stored in her bag, but she didn't dare open it again in public.
She walked back to the Vice Dean's residence, trying to organize her thoughts. The sun was already high and the heat made her black dress stick slightly to her skin. Every step reminded her of her body's sensitivity: the fabric rubbing against her large ass, the slight sway of her small breasts, the residual heat she still felt between her legs after the previous night.
"I need to control myself.
I can't keep letting this physique dominate me.
If I can advance to Golden Core with my own strength, perhaps I can find a way to suppress it."
When she arrived at the residence, she headed straight to the Vice Dean's private training hall. She didn't want to run into Huo Ling. She didn't want to see that arrogant smile or hear any more humiliating orders.
The Vice Dean was already there when she entered. The man looked up from the jade slips he was reviewing and noticed her serious expression.
"Mo Qingyan," he said in a calm tone.
"What's wrong? You look worried."
Qingyan stopped in front of him and spoke in a respectful but determined voice:
"Master, I would like to ask for permission to cultivate behind closed doors for the next few days. I need to concentrate completely without interruptions. I won't come out until I have advanced significantly."
The Vice Dean frowned slightly, concerned.
"You've just arrived at the academy and you already want to isolate yourself… That's not common for a new disciple. Group training is also important for forming connections and learning from others."
Qingyan lowered her gaze for a moment, but her voice remained firm:
"I understand, Master. But I feel that my progress depends on absolute concentration right now. I promise I won't disappoint your trust."
The Vice Dean observed her in silence for a few seconds. Finally, he sighed and nodded.
"Very well. I trust your judgment. If you feel it is necessary, you may cultivate in the private room at the back. No one will disturb you. But don't overdo it. Forced cultivation can be dangerous."
"Thank you, Master," Qingyan replied with a respectful bow.
At that exact moment, the door to the hall opened and Huo Ling entered. The red-haired girl had a radiant, almost triumphant expression.
"Master," she said cheerfully. "I feel I'm about to break through to the next realm. I think in the next few days I will advance to Nascent Soul."
The Vice Dean smiled with genuine joy and approached her.
"Excellent news, Huo Ling. You have worked very hard. When you break through to the next realm, I will prepare a special gift for you. You deserve a reward for your dedication."
Huo Ling bowed her head with feigned humility, but her eyes shone with satisfaction.
"Thank you, Master. I will do my best not to disappoint you."
Qingyan observed the scene in silence. She felt a pang of envy and rage. Huo Ling was advancing easily toward Nascent Soul, while she had to fight against her own treacherous body just to try reaching Golden Core.
When Huo Ling finished speaking with the master, Qingyan followed her out into the hallway.
Before each went to her own room, Huo Ling stopped and approached Qingyan. She leaned slightly toward her ear and whispered in a low, provocative voice:
"Enjoy these moments of peace… because when you come out of your closed-door cultivation, you'll have to dance for me again. And not just for me."
Qingyan felt an intense heat rise through her body. Her pussy grew wet instantly and her nipples hardened against the fabric of her dress. The image of dancing naked and humiliated in front of Huo Ling invaded her mind without permission.
Her voice came out almost without thinking, low and trembling:
"…Yes, Master."
The moment the words left her mouth, her mind spiraled. "Why did I say that…? Why does my body react like this…? I can't continue like this…"
Huo Ling smiled with satisfaction and walked away without saying anything more.
Qingyan remained alone in the hallway for a few seconds, breathing deeply to regain her composure.
Then she entered the private cultivation room the Vice Dean had allowed her to use. She closed the door firmly and activated the isolation formations.
She sat in the center of the room with her legs crossed and swore in a low voice:
"This time I will not depend on that damned physique.
My talent as the Immortal Emperor is enough.
I will advance to Golden Core with my own strength.
I will not leave here until I achieve it."
She closed her eyes and began cultivating with full concentration.
Two years had passed since Mo Qingyan entered as the Vice Dean's disciple.
The 18-year-old young woman was no longer the same person who had arrived at the academy with hidden arrogance and fear. Her reputation as a genius had grown: many called her "the Lightning Sword of Cloudy Mountain." Her progress in Foundation Establishment had been rapid at first, but for a full year she had been stuck at Peak Foundation Establishment, unable to break through to the Golden Core realm.
Every day was a battle.
Qingyan spent most of her time in closed-door cultivation. She trained until exhaustion, pushing her Qi with almost suicidal determination. She repeated her sword techniques over and over, combining "Lightning Cutting Sword" and "Gentle Wind Sword" into increasingly complex patterns. She forced her dantian, tried to break the barrier with pure will, with her Immortal Emperor knowledge, with everything she had.
But something always stopped her.
An invisible wall.
An internal resistance.
A treacherous heat that appeared at the worst moment and distracted her.
That night, after twelve straight hours of cultivation, Qingyan sat in the center of the room, sweating and panting. Her black dress was soaked. Her body trembled with exhaustion.
"I can't… I can't keep going like this."
She closed her eyes and tried to meditate, but her mind could no longer endure it. The memory of Huo Ling returned with force: the slaps, the orders, the humiliating dance, the way her body had surrendered that night.
Her hands trembled.
"Just… just a moment. To calm down."
She lifted the skirt of her dress with unsteady fingers. Her hand moved between her legs. She was soaked. Her fingers brushed against her swollen clit and a moan escaped her throat.
She began masturbating with quick, desperate movements. Her mind tried to justify what she was doing:
"It's just to release tension… so I can continue cultivating…"
But the images that came to her mind were all of humiliation: Huo Ling hitting her, forcing her to lick, treating her like a whore. The more she thought about it, the faster her fingers moved.
The orgasm came, but it was weak. Unsatisfying. Her body convulsed slightly, but there was no overwhelming release like she had felt before when she fully surrendered.
She lay panting on the floor, frustrated and empty.
"It's not enough…
My body can't take it anymore…
My mind can't take it anymore…"
She stood up unsteadily. Sweat ran down her back. Her dress was disheveled. Her mind could only think of one thing.
Huo Ling.
She left the cultivation room without properly closing the door. She walked down the hallway with unsteady steps, heading straight for Huo Ling's room.
She stopped in front of the door.
Her pride screamed at her to stop. Her emperor's mind told her this was defeat.
But her body had already made the decision.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door with trembling knuckles.
The door opened.
Huo Ling appeared in the doorway, her red hair loose and an expression of surprise that quickly turned into an arrogant, satisfied smile.
Qingyan said nothing.
She simply fell to her knees in front of her.
Her forehead touched the floor. Her voice came out broken, low, filled with shame and need:
"Please… humiliate me."
Huo Ling stared at the genius kneeling before her door for several seconds.
Then she smiled widely.
Huo Ling let out a short, cruel laugh.
"How pathetic. Stand up and come in."
Qingyan stood up on weak legs and entered the room. Huo Ling closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded like a final verdict.
Huo Ling's room was lit by dim lights. The bed was unmade, and clothes were scattered across the floor. Huo Ling sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, looking Qingyan up and down as if she were an object.
"Strip," she ordered without preamble.
Qingyan hesitated for only a second. Her mind screamed at her not to do it. But her body was already obeying. Her hands trembled as she removed her black dress.
The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of Huo Ling.
Huo Ling looked at her with contempt and pleasure.
"Look at that… the great genius of the academy. Small tits, a girl's waist, and that big, ridiculous ass. Do you know how pathetic you look naked? You seem made to be used, not to cultivate."
Qingyan felt her face burn. Her fists clenched at her sides, but she didn't move.
Huo Ling smiled.
"Now dance. I want a sensual dance. Move that big ass like the whore you are. I want to see it jiggle."
Qingyan swallowed hard. Her mind resisted with all its strength.
"This is humiliating… I am Mo Xie… I can't…"
But her body was already reacting. A treacherous heat rose in her lower abdomen. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy began to grow wet.
She started to dance.
Her hips moved slowly at first, swaying in sensual circles. Then she sped up, twerking. Her large, round ass bounced forcefully, producing soft, obscene sounds. Her cheeks opened and closed with every movement, revealing her dripping pussy.
Huo Ling laughed heartily.
"Haha… look at that. The great arrogant genius who defeated everyone in the tournament… now shaking her ass like a brothel whore. Do you know how pathetic you look? That big, juicy ass… made to be spanked and fucked. And you, so proud in public, now shaking it just because I ordered you to."
Qingyan felt Huo Ling's words stabbing into her pride like knives. Every insult made her mind burn with rage. But her body responded with greater intensity: her pussy grew wetter, her nipples ached from how hard they were, and an intense heat spread through her belly.
"Faster," Huo Ling ordered. "I want to see how that fat flesh jiggles. Look how wet you're getting just from moving your ass. What a pathetic slut you are. The great genius who defeated everyone is now here, naked, shaking her ass like a bitch in heat."
Qingyan felt her mind breaking. Every insult was like a blow. But her body responded with more intensity. Her pussy dripped down her thighs. Her nipples were painfully hard.
Huo Ling continued insulting her mercilessly:
"Lower. Spread your legs more. I want to see how that big ass opens while you dance."
"You're disgusting… dripping on the floor just because I told you to move your ass."
"You're a disgrace. The one who thought she was superior is now just a dancing whore."
Qingyan could no longer think. Her hips moved on instinct. Her ass bounced forcefully. Her mouth stayed slightly open, letting out low moans.
Huo Ling stood up and approached. She stopped in front of her and looked at her with contempt.
"Kneel."
Qingyan dropped to her knees instantly.
Huo Ling lifted one foot and placed it on her head, pressing her face against the floor.
"Lick the floor. Like the bitch you are."
Qingyan obeyed. Her tongue touched the cold floor, licking with shame.
Huo Ling laughed.
"How pathetic. the 'genius' of the academy licking the floor while shaking her ass. Does this turn you on? Does it turn you on being treated like an animal?"
Qingyan didn't respond with words. She simply kept licking, her body trembling.
Huo Ling withdrew her foot and gave her a hard kick in the ass, making Qingyan fall forward.
"Stand up and keep dancing. I want to see how that ass jiggles while I humiliate you."
Qingyan stood up and continued dancing, now with more desperation. Her cheeks bounced forcefully. Her pussy dripped visibly.
Huo Ling sat down again and kept insulting her:
"More vulgar. Move that ass like you want to be fucked."
"What a useless whore you are. You don't even know how to dance properly. You're only good for being used."
The pleasure was unbearable.
Qingyan felt her mind breaking. Her body no longer belonged to her.
Huo Ling suddenly stood up and approached. Without warning, she delivered a very hard kick directly to Qingyan's pussy.
Slap!
The impact was brutal. Qingyan screamed in pain and pleasure at the same time. Her legs buckled and she fell to her knees, hands between her legs, trembling violently.
Huo Ling looked at her with contempt.
"Not today. I don't want you today. If you want to cum, go beg someone else. I'm already bored of you."
Qingyan remained on the floor, panting, her pussy throbbing with pain and arousal. Her mind was blank. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Huo Ling turned and headed for the door.
"Get out. And don't come back until I call for you."
Qingyan stood up with difficulty, still naked, and staggered out of the room.