Chapter 69 Successful Hand-Holding vs. Forced Love "I have plenty of ways..."
Lu Huaijin no longer glanced at those ants, and knelt on one knee before the Immortal Venerable, extending a long, strong hand with distinct knuckles.
Her fingernails were neatly trimmed, each finger as white as jade, a stark contrast to the bloody and filthy environment.
With palms facing upwards, it exudes an undeniable power, yet also subtly hints at a sense of anticipation.
Lu Huaijin's deep gaze swept over the Immortal Venerable's blood-stained robes and disheveled hair, reaching deep into those eyes filled with grief and despair. His deep voice, carrying a seductive power, slowly resonated in the Immortal Venerable's turbulent mind:
"Is this filthy place, these despicable creatures, worth your lingering? Come with me, I'll take you away."
Wen Yinhe's body trembled almost imperceptibly. His gaze passed over the Demon Lord's outstretched hand and fell upon the distant land he had once devoted everything to protecting.
Yes, he was just stalling for time.
At this moment, Wen Yinhe's mind was racing, filled with three shocking words—
what to do?
Should he accept or refuse?
Who understands? He originally wanted to take the path of redemption, but now that his entire family has been wiped out in front of him, is the only option... a love-hate relationship?
Wen Yinhe stared blankly as his former fellow disciples collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, bleeding from their seven orifices, their paths to immortality utterly destroyed. His face was contorted with a twisted expression of fear and despair.
The sect leader slumped to the ground, his face ashen, his eyes unfocused, unable to believe that his thousand years of cultivation had been so easily destroyed.
My senior brother has long since passed away. Unless he is resurrected through another body, his path to immortality in this world has come to an end.
The elders who had narrowly escaped were terrified. They scrambled to their feet, summoned their natal magical artifacts, and fled for their lives.
Lu Huaijin's eyes sharpened, and he was about to raise his hand—
Wen Yinhe's eyes lit up, thinking his chance had come. He eagerly reached out and grabbed Lu Huaijin's hand, saying in a weak voice:
"don't want……"
Great! Now we don't have to worry about it anymore. Let's just focus on getting them together first.
In the brief moment that Lu Huaijin was momentarily stunned, the elders had already fled in a panic.
He looked down at Wen Yinhe, and the last faint light in the Immortal Venerable's eyes was completely extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind, leaving only boundless silence and coldness. A strong sense of guilt and remorse suffocated him, and the clarity and brightness of the past could no longer be seen.
Noticing Lu Huaijin's gaze, Wen Yinhe, while maintaining her heartbroken expression, secretly cast a barely perceptible accusation at him.
Lu Huaijin's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously looked away, a subtle sense of guilt rising in his heart.
Uh, what did he do?
Why look at him like that...
[Hahahaha, Mr. Lu, have you finally realized? The Best Actor has been dead for a while now (watching the show)]
[Congratulations to the Demon Lord for successfully upgrading her pursuit of her husband to hell mode all by herself! Let's give her a round of applause!]
[President Lu: Leave the difficulties to the professionals, I'm going to lie down for a bit _(:з」∠)_]
When Wen Yinhe tried to pull his hand back, he found that he couldn't get it out.
The hand that held his was strong and domineering, closing tightly and firmly, completely enveloping his cold, blood-stained hand. Then, he pulled him into his arms, disregarding the bloodstains on his face, and kissed his lips fiercely, saying in a low, husky voice:
"I told you long ago, you're mine. Since you dared to provoke me, unless your soul is annihilated and there's no possibility of reincarnation, you won't be able to escape from my side for the rest of your life and for all eternity!"
Lu Huaijin's natal magic weapon, the Annihilation Chain, also secretly escaped. The Annihilation Chain was a demonic chain forged from ten-thousand-year-old black iron. It hadn't had a chance to appear before, but now, influenced by its master's emotions, it flew "whoosh" toward Lan Xue, who was lying dead on the ground, and tightly bound her from head to toe. It was obsessive and domineering, and she could no longer shake it off.
Lanxue: "?"
OO
[Hahahaha, I'm speechless! Even the natal magical artifact is following its master's example of forced love! Like master, like artifact! Demon Lord, look at what you've taught your child!]
[Is that chain made of magnets? Hahaha, how can this be so funny! Even a ritual implement is being portrayed so dramatically! I'm jealous of the production team's talent!!]
[Right now, all I can think about is a chain binding a sword while a deep, sexy voice says: Xiaoxue, you are mine...]
[Hahahahaha SOS!!! If I die laughing, none of you silly netizens will escape!!!]
[This is also giving my natal magic weapon a head start on some kind of bondage play (doge)]
For Lu Huaijin, the domineering CEO lines came naturally. After delivering this final, powerful declaration, this part of the story finally came to an end amidst Wen Yinhe's mixed emotions.
After the camera switched to an outdoor shot, Wen Yinhe immediately pressed Lu Huaijin's head down again, biting his lips lightly, and buried her face in his neck, looking aggrieved: "Huaijin, you've made me suffer so much..."
"Uh, sorry," Lu Huaijin said, his fingers awkwardly tugging at a strand of his hair. "I was a little tipsy just now."
"It's alright, do whatever makes you happy," Wen Yinhe quickly composed himself, his face resolute, his eyes filled with a do-or-die determination. "This is my job, and I believe that no matter what difficulties I face, I will definitely find a way to overcome them!"
Lu Huaijin: "..."
So he's the source of that obstacle, right?
Wen Yinhe pulled up Lu Huaijin, who had a strange expression, and bowed to the actors to thank them: "Thank you for your hard work, teachers."
The actors immediately swarmed in from all directions and surrounded the two:
"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Wen!"
"Teacher Wen's acting is still phenomenal! Absolutely amazing!"
"President Lu's acting was superb! The sense of oppression was so strong! He was like a real demon lord, it was almost unbelievable. We almost thought we were really going to be killed, it was so exciting!"
Lu Huaijin clicked his tongue inwardly, wondering why the praise had taken on such a strange tone when it came to him. He calmly replied, "I might have been a little harsh just now. Don't take it to heart. I wasn't scolding you, I was scolding those characters."
"We understand, we understand!" The actors nodded in unison, their clear, innocent eyes filled with admiration for the two. "It's because President Lu is so immersed in the role, he's drawn in the emotions. He's a true talent! He's absolutely amazing!"
"And actually, we had a lot of fun too. Everyone gave full play to their superb acting skills 'when they were dying'! Everyone showed their talents! We have to thank President Lu for killing us all, so we had the opportunity to show ourselves. Thank you, President Lu!"
A group of young actors in their early teens and twenties shouted in unison:
"Thank you, Mr. Lu, for sparing my entire family!"
Wen Yinhe: "Pfft—"
Lu Huaijin: "..."
Kids these days speak so bluntly, I'm not sure whether I should be happy or not.
Now that the Lingxu Sect has been destroyed, the roles of those junior disciples will never appear again. The actors need to hurry down to change clothes and prepare to play the next role.
That's right, they were all used by the same person repeatedly. Excellent actors are hard to find, so the capable are given more work. This is their honor!
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin got into the car; they had to head to the Demon Lord's residence.
Lu Huaijin, holding Wen Yinhe's Lanxue Sword, tried to pry open his magic chains, but found he couldn't. His eyes filled with jealousy, he pointed at the innocent chains and cursed:
"I haven't even officially become acquainted with Immortal Venerable Lanxue yet, and you two are already entangled in this mess! You eyesore! Get out of my sight!"
Nirvana: "?"
qwq
Wen Yinhe felt both helpless and amused, and subconsciously adopted the tone of Immortal Venerable Lanxue: "Why are you getting worked up over an iron chain..."
He was slightly taken aback, then found himself both amused and exasperated. He wiped his face and said, "No, Huai Jin, it's time to break character."
"Hmph!" Lu Huaijin angrily threw the tangled chains and sword aside.
So what if it's a chain? You're not allowed to show off your chain in front of him!
With some time on the road, Wen Yinhe quickly discussed the upcoming plot with Lu Huaijin.
This is the first meeting between the two since they started improvising, so they need to quickly align their perspectives to prevent the plot from straying too far from its intended direction.
Lu Huaijin, too lazy to think, clicked his tongue and said, "Why don't you fall into demonic ways with me? What's the point of being an immortal venerable? Come and become a demon venerable with me! Let's join forces and rule the cultivation world!"
Wen Yinhe said, on the verge of tears, "Although I am very tempted, my mission is to save the world, and I am the kind of person who is compassionate and selfless. I probably can't fall into demonic ways."
Lu Huaijin frowned, unable to help but imagine Wen Yinhe himself again, and couldn't help but curse: "Why should you be the one to save the world? Are you the mother or father of the Heavenly Dao? Does the Heavenly Dao pay you? Just like that, you get something for nothing? Treating you like a million people, you're shameless!"
Wen Yinhe found Lu Huaijin's childish and funny appearance utterly adorable, and couldn't help but lean in and kiss him, soothingly smoothing his frizzy wig: "Alright, alright, don't get angry over a script, it's just acting, being happy is the most important thing."
Lu Huaijin felt annoyed, but was also happy to be kissed by Wen Yinhe, so he simply got up, plopped down in Wen Yinhe's arms, and hugged Wen Yinhe's neck intimately, face to face.
The driver silently pulled up the rearview mirror, and from now on pretended to be deaf.
Wen Yinhe tried his best not to look at the driver in front of him. He put one hand on Lu Huaijin's waist and stroked his back with the other, blushing as he whispered in his ear, "Can I ask you about your mission?"
Lu Huaijin played with Wen Yinhe's hair with great interest, deliberately keeping him in suspense: "Guess."
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Wen Yinhe's heart, and he tentatively asked the answer he didn't want to face: "...Cholera will ravage the land?"
"So clever!" Lu Huaijin cupped Wen Yinhe's face and kissed him deeply, beaming with joy. "Congratulations on getting it right!"
Wen Yinhe: "..."
Some are happy, some are sad.
Wen Yinhe looked at Lu Huaijin, who was sitting on his lap and busy touching his chest and waist, with a worried expression. He felt like crying.
That's it, there's no way to clear his name, he's a real monster.
No wonder Huai Jin kills people so recklessly; it really fits his character. I thought there was some hidden reason...
The production team is pretty ruthless.
He just wants to make a comeback, why is it so difficult?
No, he can't afford to falter at the very first hurdle. He's a movie star; no role can bring him down.
Actually... there is a solution, but it's a little difficult to talk about, and he wouldn't want to do it unless absolutely necessary.
But now it seems they have no other choice but to go to the end.
"Huai Jin, we might have to rely on you from now on..."
Wen Yinhe blushed with shame at the thought of what he was about to say, his body temperature soared in just a few seconds, and he barely dared to look Lu Huaijin in the eye.
Lu Huaijin tilted his head curiously to look at him, thinking that the request might be a bit difficult and that Wen Yinhe was too embarrassed to say it. So he cupped his face, kissed his forehead affectionately, and encouraged him, "What's wrong? What do you need me to do? Just tell me, as long as it's something I can do."
Wen Yinhe suddenly raised his hand and grasped the backs of Lu Huaijin's hands. He took a deep breath, suppressing the immense shame in his heart, and his lips moved slightly.
Lu Huaijin could clearly feel the heat of the man's face under his palm gradually rising with the words the other uttered, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his face.
"Please...force me hard, drug me, tie me up, imprison me, it's all up to you, and the rest...I'll handle myself."
After uttering the last word, Wen Yinhe's fair earlobes turned completely red, almost to the point of bleeding.
Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed Lu Huaijin's hands and tried to cover his burning face with them, his breathing becoming rapid with embarrassment.
Lu Huaijin's burning gaze seemed to want to pierce through their clasped hands and reach Wen Yinhe's face.
He breathed heavily and kissed the back of Wen Yinhe's hand, which was covering his own, as if he were restraining himself and rubbing Wen Yinhe's lips through their hands.
He never imagined in his life that he would actually hear Wen Yinhe say such things!
Who understands the true value of this!
I can't take it anymore, I'm going to faint from pleasure...
This is really going to kill him!!!
So, when the camera finally focused on the Demon Lord's mansion, the barrage of comments was filled with images of Lu Huaijin pressing Wen Yinhe down hard, domineeringly and forcefully gripping Wen Yinhe's waist, his slender fingers pressing a crystal-clear elixir against Wen Yinhe's pale lips, his tall body imposingly and closely pressurizing Wen Yinhe.
"Immortal Venerable, be good, open your mouth and eat the elixir."
Wen Yinhe's lips were pressed tightly together, and he turned his face slightly to the side, his hair sweeping across his aloof and detached face, carrying an indifference and resistance from the inside out, while also revealing a fragility that could be broken at the slightest touch.
[Wow! What a shocking opening! They're getting so close right away? They're practically kissing! Why don't they just kiss on the lips already!]
[We suggest the Demon Lord just feed him with his mouth~~]
Lu Huaijin happened to have the same idea.
Suddenly, he chuckled softly, but there was little joy in his laughter; instead, it contained a dangerous rage.
His icy fingertips, with a lingering intimacy, rubbed heavily against the dried yet still glaring dark red bloodstains on Wen Yinhe's lips. His gaze was fixed on Wen Yinhe's indifferent profile as he slowly drew closer, his scorching breath cruelly washing over Wen Yinhe's cold earlobe.
"Immortal Venerable, you're being naughty. It seems I'll have to feed you my own way."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Huaijin grabbed Wen Yinhe's chin and forced him to raise his head.
Then, in front of Wen Yinhe, he bit the elixir between his lips and kissed Wen Yinhe's lips irresistibly, prying open Wen Yinhe's slightly open teeth in surprise and anger.
Wen Yinhe was forced to tilt his head back, his pale skin marked red by Lu Huaijin's pinching. He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, his brows furrowed, and he subconsciously resisted.
However, the moment the elixir entered his mouth, it transformed into thick spiritual energy, which, along with Lu Huaijin's unique aura, was forcibly transferred into Wen Yinhe's throat. In an instant, it flowed into his limbs and bones, repairing the broken meridians throughout his body and filling his empty dantian.
Her mouth was completely invaded by hot lips and tongue, and her Adam's apple bobbed violently under her fair and delicate skin.
The immense spiritual power intertwined with Lu Huaijin's wisps of evil demonic energy, instantly filling all of Wen Yinhe's senses.
Wen Yinhe instinctively wanted to resist, to spit out that despicable act of charity, but the hand clamping his jaw was so strong that no matter how he struggled, it wouldn't budge. Instead, it tightened its grip, forcing his lips to remain open and allowing him to take whatever he wanted.
[Holy crap! That's incredible! How come the Demon Lord acts like he hasn't tasted the Immortal Lord's lips in eight hundred years?]
[Wait, were they whispering something behind our backs during the scene change? The movie star must have been seducing President Lu! Look how much President Lu is drooling over him! He's practically ready to devour the movie star's whole face, haha!]
Lu Huaijin's madness was not an act.
No one could remain unmoved after hearing such seductive words from their lover.
It's just that someone has suffered...
Wen Yinhe's forehead veins bulged, his neck turned red, his jaw was clenched tightly, and his entire back was soaked with sweat, as if he was enduring immense pain... This reaction was indeed consistent with the behavior of an immortal being forced.
Although the pain they experience is not the same.
Wen Yinhe frantically tried to calm himself down—
Hang in there a little longer...
The final transition will be over soon.
He's about to unleash his inner demons!
When the time comes... when the time comes, he will definitely make sure he gets back every single thing he owes!
The long kiss ended.
Lu Huaijin stepped back slightly, his chest heaving violently, his dark red pupils revealing a hint of satisfaction, yet burning with an even stronger and more intense fire of desire.
He extended his crimson tongue and slowly licked away a strand of saliva that had been pulled from the corner of his lips, his gesture extremely erotic, his gaze fixed on Wen Yinhe's tightly closed eyes and slightly trembling lips with a playful and pleased expression:
"How about it? I have plenty of ways to get you to talk."
However, what greeted Lu Huaijin was Wen Yinhe's expressionless face, devoid of disgust, humiliation, or even a trace of anger, only an endless expanse of coldness and desolation, as if he had completely lost his soul and was utterly heartless, not even deigning to give him a glance.
This stagnant silence thoroughly enraged Lu Huaijin. The composed look in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a furious rage and a displeasure and impatience that even he couldn't comprehend.
"Fine, very well, you're playing dead for me? Today I'll make you beg me with your perverted little mouth!"
[Pfft—! My saliva just shot out! What kind of nonsense has President Lu been watching?! Where did he learn all these weird lines?! My ears can't take it anymore!!!]
Our CEO Lu is a natural talent; he can speak fluently and naturally. There's nothing anyone else can do about it (shrugs).
[President Lu's line was so full of emotion! We've been waiting for this line for so long, haven't we? Hahahaha]
[This is such a domineering demon lord forced love story, hahaha, so cheesy! But I love watching it!]
Wen Yinhe almost lost his composure, but thankfully the long-awaited forced love segment finally arrived!
Wen Yinhe watched expectantly as Lu Huaijin opened a jade bottle and poured out a strangely colored elixir, which was clearly not a proper pill.
This time, Lu Huaijin didn't waste any words. He grabbed Wen Yinhe's chin and forcefully shoved the pill into his mouth.
Wen Yinhe swallowed the medicine without hesitation. A strange warm current instantly filled his limbs and bones. His blood felt like it was on fire, boiling and turbulent, surging and crashing through his body, making his body tremble uncontrollably.
His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a low, hoarse groan escaped his throat. He was drenched in sweat, his undershirt clinging damply to his body, making one feel nauseous and uncomfortable, and urging an urge to tear it off.
The once aloof and ethereal immortal, like a flower on a high mountain, is now trapped in the abyss of desire, unable to extricate himself.
Wen Yinhe, breathing heavily and hotly, gripped his own neck tightly, his eyes filled with panic, and said:
"What...what did you feed me?!"
Actually, I was incredibly happy inside.
The moment has finally arrived! He's practically gone mad!
"It's just a little thing that can stir up the deepest and strongest desires in your heart right now."
Lu Huaijin's cool fingers slowly glided across Wen Yinhe's flushed face, which was covered in sweat, bringing a series of fine tickles. For Wen Yinhe at this moment, it was like a thirsty fish tasting a drop of sweet dew, filled with an indescribable sense of comfort and redemption. But in the next second, he was met with an even greater emptiness and thirst, making him want more involuntarily.
“You…!” Wen Yinhe stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Lu Huaijin's hard, cold fingernails scraped across Wen Yinhe's violently bobbing Adam's apple, causing Wen Yinhe's body to tremble again, his dignity and integrity as a Celestial Venerable completely shattered.
Wen Yinhe's chest heaved violently, his eyes flushed with an unbearable redness. He had almost exhausted every impolite word in his mind before finally managing to squeeze out two trembling, teeth-gritting words:
"Pervert!"
Lu Huaijin, however, narrowed his eyes slightly with pleasure, listening intently to the "nickname" the Immortal Venerable had given him. He licked his lips in a perverted manner and hummed, "Yes, that's right, call me that. I'm going to seduce you, Immortal Venerable, today! What can you do to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Huaijin excitedly grabbed Wen Yinhe's collar with both hands and ripped it open to both sides.
"Sizzle—"
The viewers' eyes widened instantly!
The immortal's plain white robe was violently ripped open, the fabric torn, revealing the thin, white... uh, undergarment underneath.
【………………What the hell?! Why is there another layer inside?! This is so inconsiderate! Terrible! Absolutely terrible!!!】
[Holy crap! They just ripped the movie star's clothes off like that, hahaha! CEO Lu is too arrogant! Help! The makeup and styling team is crying in the bathroom!]
[What the heck?! A camellia tidbit?! Is this even allowed in a script?! (Eyes widen)]
[I can't take it anymore, Mr. Lu is too immersed in the role, I'm so afraid he'll say next: "My beauty, scream all you want, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out!" (That would really make me lose my temper! This is enough, really!)]
[Demon Lord, go ahead and cause trouble! Once you push the Immortal Lord too far, you'll have your fun, hehehe~]
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