Aromatic Flesh

Chapter 110.3: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (2)

From the moment Gu LiuGuang was born, she never lacked clothing or food. The guards and servants within the estate dared not treat her with disrespect or bully their young mistress. Shielded and well-cared for by Gu ZhenKai and Gu QingHui, she lived a life of obscurity, shielded from the scrutiny of the outside world.

When she was happy, her laughter would echo joyously; when she was upset, she’d sit down and cry with frustration. However, during the years of isolation, her expressions grew increasingly scarce.

To outsiders, her days might appear ignorant and numb, evoking pity. Gu MingYue, observing Gu LiuGuang from an outsider’s perspective, noticed that aside from her simplicity, the prolonged seclusion without the company of close family had led to a repressed and introverted demeanour¹.

Given Gu LiuGuang’s limited understanding and mental capacity, she might not have comprehended the concept of loneliness or sensed its arrival after Gu QingHui and her father’s departure. She lacked the language to express it. It’s also possible that she didn’t grasp the meanings of happiness, unhappiness, or sorrow.

And finally, on the rare occasions that Gu QingHui returned home, Gu LiuGuang was mistaken for her by Jia Ling after he entered the wrong room. She was forcefully raped and brought to the ChuYun Valley, where she became the Holy Maiden dedicated to serving the Sect Leader.

It was a title that sounded honourable, but in reality, she was treated as a replaceable concubine, easily discarded.

Suddenly pulled out of her isolated sanctuary, she found herself in the hands of an unfamiliar man who mistreated her, violating her purity and treating her as a mere substitute.

Eventually, she was heartlessly abandoned.

In the original storyline, when she was forcefully pushed into the role of Gu QingHui by Jia Ling, and when her own father thrust a sword through her chest, did she experience a fleeting moment of clarity? Could she have felt the helplessness and sorrow of her destiny as she crossed the threshold between life and death?

Jia Ling, the man inheriting the title of ShenDai (Divine) Sect Leader, carried within him a dark legacy from the sect since his birth. The ShenDai Sect practised a unique and controversial technique that required intimate encounters to suppress a recurring poison within their bodies. Hence, despite their impressive looks and exceptional martial skills, the ShenDai Sect members were looked down upon by the rest of the martial arts world.

This sect was believed to have originated from a distant land across the sea, with a rich history and a reclusive existence. Its followers resided on ShenDai Island in the ChuYun Valley. Legends depicted the valley adorned with jade eaves, white jade bricks, and chambers made of gold. Initially considered a hidden group, recent years witnessed its members venturing out frequently, hunting for rare treasures. Those who opposed them were mercilessly eliminated, triggering chaos in the martial world. They were branded as a malevolent sect, marked for eradication by everyone.

As the Sect Leader, Jia Ling possessed formidable inner strength and mastered unique martial arts to the highest degree. His extraordinary technique, the elegant and swift Po Suo Wind Attack, showcased a mastery that seemed almost supernatural. Using his inner power, he could manipulate air currents to form wind blades, invisible needles, or even ethereal chains. Each move defied the laws of physics, and no one in the martial world could match his skill.

However, the leaders of the Shen Dai Sect historically met an early demise, passing away when they reached a certain age. The mysterious nature of their martial arts couldn’t be sustained by a human body alone, and combined with the unknown poison they carried, longevity was beyond their grasp.

In contrast to his predecessors who accepted their fates, Jia Ling, upon becoming the sect’s leader, directed his disciples to venture off the island in search of rare medicinal treasures capable of alleviating the poison’s effects. The goal was to create an elixir that could prolong life, and this pursuit had led the Shen Dai Sect to emerge in recent years, displaying arrogance and ruthlessness.

Those who obeyed prospered, while those who resisted perished. Amidst the struggle for medicinal resources, countless lives were lost, leaving a trail of death in their wake.

The man before her appeared youthful on the surface, but he had already reached his thirties. Unpredictable in emotions, plagued by mental disorders, and coupled with selfishness, he truly lived up to his title of a demon.

Gu MingYue rapidly replayed the plot in her mind.

She had been crying for so long that her eyes were swollen and reddened like walnuts. Her breathing was uneven, interrupted by frequent hiccups.

Nearby, Jia Ling stood unperturbed and was no longer asking questions. He simply looked down at her from a higher position, a faint curve tugging at the corners of his lips. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but his jet-black eyes held a mixture of disdain and a hint of mocking delight.

The coral-coloured hem of his robe danced in the soft breeze, revealing glimpses of his well-shaped thigh. His fair skin, evenly toned, contrasted against the fabric. The area in between, with a slightly deeper hue, remained discreetly covered, occasionally revealing hints of its presence beneath the cloth.

Just as Gu MingYue raised her head, she found herself locking eyes with the exuberant Jia Ling, that was lurking in the shadows. She blinked repeatedly and squinted to focus, eventually releasing a sigh of recognition: She had almost forgotten about Jia Ling’s penchant for exhibitionism.

A man who embodied both exhibitionism and selfishness, combined with the seemingly newfound erratic mood swings of a split personality – these human flaws were all rolled into one. Yet, he presented himself as a god-like figure, exuding an unmatched power.

Unable to establish a connection with the system and baffled by the other person’s inscrutability, his swift shifts in demeanour, capricious nature, and ruthless actions could easily serve as a case study on antisocial and split personality traits. Gu MingYue felt her forehead throb as she sensed the overwhelming malice from both the mission world and the disconnected system, like an immense sea of darkness.

In the original story, Jia Ling never wore underwear within the confines of the ChuYun Valley. Underneath his robes and outer garments, there was nothing but cool air, a precaution against the sudden outbreak of the toxic curse. Female disciples in the sect took pride in their intimate relations with the leader, and even male disciples were eager to experience it, often offering themselves as companions. However, Jia Ling wasn’t inclined toward male partners, leaving many unfulfilled.

Gu MingYue’s sobs grew fainter and fainter, simply because she couldn’t continue crying unendingly; pretending to be naive and withdrawn was truly exhausting.

Recognizing that she had finally cried enough, Jia Ling tenderly placed his hand on her head, while his fingers glided smoothly through her silky hair. Meanwhile, the male aspect began to swell and throb underneath, gradually emerging from his clothes. It pointed directly at the tip of Gu MingYue’s nose, swaying and shivering, an undeniable presence in her view.

Already in heat again so soon?

Gu MingYue tilted her head in puzzlement, her gaze fixed on the prominently erect and shining purple member before her. Its vibrant hue and gleaming head caught her attention, and a hint of curiosity coloured her flushed face.

“Done crying? Now, let’s get down to business and satisfy me with your mouth.” Jia Ling declared with a commanding tone.

He forcefully pulled down Gu MingYue’s neckline, gathering her garments around her elbows and exposing her midriff. Swiftly, he tore off her embroidered dudou to reveal her ample and lustrous breasts.

At the same time, he firmly gripped her chin and coerced her to open her mouth, and with a decisive thrust, he entered her throat deeply, paying no heed to her discomfort and struggles. He then commenced a vigorous back-and-forth motion, pressing her head as he continued the forceful rhythm.

Honestly I really don’t find this ML nice LMFAO! He’s like those typical main character ML stereotype rn… Hopefully things change and he can notice our bb FL’s charms, and fall in love with her!

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