Chapter 15 – A Night of Dramatic Change (Part Four)

She teased him with feigned reluctance, doing everything she could to divert his attention.

She thought that perhaps she really was gifted in this area. Without any experience, she could still act so wild and passionate.

Her body, now free of clothing, was like the first flower blooming in the sunlight of early spring—still cold, but pure, flawless, captivating, and brimming with fatal allure.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he buried his face in her breasts.

She moaned, rubbing and arching her body to meet his, intensely stimulating his senses.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her expression was one of utter rapture, as if she had already surrendered to his passion.

Yet the hands clutching his neck had a mind of their own. Her right hand slowly unfastened the chain from her left wrist. The chain was elastic and tough. Once unfastened, it immediately straightened into a long, slender, razor-sharp blade.

Still wearing a look of lost ecstasy, she kept one hand on his back while the other gripped the blade tightly. Its point was aimed at his heart. At the moment his powerful member was about to penetrate her, she thrust downwards without hesitation.

Suddenly, her right arm was gripped tightly. The blade stopped just one inch above his back, unable to go any further.

A cold smile played on his lips. His eyes, which had been full of desire moments ago, were now filled with ruthlessness.

He twisted her arm above her head, took the blade from her hand, and threw it away. “Is this all the best assassin of the Stronghold can do?”

She closed her eyes, knowing she could not escape her fate, and gritted her teeth to bite down.

But his hand firmly gripped her chin, forcing her mouth open, and he thrust his thumb inside.

She bit down on his finger, drawing blood. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, contrasting with her fair and rosy skin, making her look even more alluring.

“Thinking of dying? Not so easy,” he sneered. His gaze turned cold, but his physical arousal did not fade.

She struggled, her shapely body rubbing against his, further stimulating his desire.

Since she had sparked his fire, she would have to extinguish it.

Everyone must take responsibility for their actions. Since she had been bold enough to do this, she would have to face the consequences.

His powerful, strong body mercilessly pierced her tight, soft body.

It was hard to believe that she had just seduced him so passionately, yet her body was still a virgin.

He saw tears streaming down her face. Her furrowed brow revealed her pain, but her lips were tightly pressed together.

He felt no pity. A woman who deliberately seduced him in order to kill him was not worthy of sympathy.

At last, she began to pay for her sins.

She thought she was strong enough to protect herself. The past had proven that no one could defeat her.

Now she finally understood that she was not as capable of protecting herself as she had believed.

Tonight, she felt the difference between women and men so deeply. She learned how naive and vulnerable she really was.

She was powerless to resist. She endured the punishment silently.

She was just an assassin. He felt he shouldn’t be so attached to this body, but he still felt he was deeply immersed.

Under these circumstances, satisfaction was naturally out of the question. Still, she brought him physical pleasure.

He withdrew from her body and pulled the sheet over her body, which was now covered with his marks.

Under his powerful and relentless penetration, her breath grew faint, and she slowly fainted.

Considering her beauty and the fact that it was her first time, perhaps he could consider sparing her life.

She was undeniably the most successful assassin to get close to him and kill him. That at least deserved some reward for her audacity.

He didn’t believe she was capable of posing a fatal threat or inflicting serious harm on him. Moreover, she had already received a harsh punishment.

Furthermore, with her mission failed, her master would not let her off easily. The punishment she would receive from him would certainly be no less severe than his own. She would have to suffer a lot.

He turned his back to her, sat up, and began to dress.

He never slept with women who were merely playing games. Once the passion passed, he had no interest in looking at that woman again. No woman could make him stay. This one was no exception.

His back was tall and imposing. The lamplight cast his shadow onto her, almost covering her entire body.

She lay motionless, unconscious—looking fragile, weak, and exhausted.

But her hand, moving independently of her body, slowly grabbed the hairpin that had fallen on the pillow.

It was an ordinary-looking hairpin. Her fingers pressed lightly on the hairpin’s petals. The hairpin instantly doubled in length, and the sharp tip that emerged glowed with a purple light.

She gripped the hairpin tightly, slowly opened her eyes, and looked at him with a merciless gaze—completely devoid of the pain and vulnerability she had shown moments ago.

She would never reveal strong emotions like fragility, pain, sadness, or helplessness in front of anyone unless she had another purpose. For example, to deceive her opponent.

He was bare-chested, reaching for his robe to put it on, when he suddenly sensed a faint killing intent. His body reacted instantly. He sidestepped to avoid the attack, spun around, and struck with a palm strike as powerful as an avalanche, landing a heavy blow to her abdomen.