Ye Zhuang walked among the crowd, her group of followers flanking her as they headed to their next destination. Her thoughts were distant, still lingering on the events of the beauty parlour and the unsettling aura she had felt.
But as she moved through the throng of people, something strange happened. The noise of the market faded, the bustling crowd froze in place, and a suffocating silence descended. Zhuang stopped in her tracks, eyes wide with confusion as she glanced around. Everything had come to a standstill—people, animals, even the wind, seemed to have ceased.
Before she could fully grasp what was happening, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving toward her with echoing footsteps. Clad in black and crimson, the figure seemed to absorb the surrounding light, casting an ominous aura that made her heart race with fear.
As the figure drew closer, the dim light finally revealed their face—Liang Xiuying. Her expression was cold, unfriendly, and the killing intent that radiated from her was terrifying, wrapping around Zhuang like a choke. It was the same suffocating energy she had felt in the beauty parlour, but now it was directed solely at her.
Zhuang tried to muster a witty remark, something to break the tension, but the words died in her throat. Xiuying’s eyes, piercing and unrelenting, locked onto hers, sending a chill down her spine. There was no trace of the woman who had gently fed animals in the trading centre—this was a predator, and she was her prey.
Xiuying stopped in front of her, her gaze hidden beneath the shadow of her hood, yet Zhuang could feel the intensity of her stare. Panic surged through her, and she realised with growing horror that she was truly afraid for her life. Her body trembled, and she fought to maintain control, but the fear was too overwhelming. She was so frightened that she could feel the pressure in her bladder, a humiliating realisation that Xiuying seemed to sense immediately.
Still staring at her with those cold, unfeeling eyes, Xiuying took a step closer. Her hand reached out, and before Zhuang could react, Xiuying began to undress her, pulling at the layers of her robe with unnerving precision. Zhuang’s heart pounded in her chest, the fear and confusion mixing with something else—something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Xiuying’s hand slipped beneath her skirt, her fingers finding their way between her legs with a practised ease. The sensation was electrifying, a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Zhuang’s breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of emotions as Xiuying’s voice, low and commanding, whispered in her ear, “You better hold it in.”
The command sent a shiver down her spine, and she tried desperately to obey, to maintain control over her trembling body. But Xiuying’s touch was relentless, pushing her to the brink until she could no longer hold back. With a soft, involuntary moan, Zhuang lost the battle, her body betraying her as she wet herself, the warm liquid soaking through her clothes and trickling down her legs.
A deep blush of shame coloured her cheeks, but Xiuying wasn’t done. To Zhuang’s shock, Xiuying knelt before her, her hands moving with an unsettling gentleness as she furthered their intimacy in a way that left Zhuang both horrified and craving more. On her knees she slipped under her skirt and sucked on her core, filling Zhuang with the desire to be with her.
Her hands slipped up to her breast, squeezing them making Zhuang’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her tongue dived deeper, making her go crazy. The thrill of it was unlike anything she had ever experienced, the mixture of fear, shame, and pleasure of a potent cocktail that left her dizzy.
But just as the waves of excitement began to build within her, Xiuying pulled away, leaving her on the edge of a climax that never came. Zhuang’s body trembled with unfulfilled desire, the need for release almost painful. A wicked smirk played on Xiuying’s lips as she stood. She dressed Zhuang with the same efficiency as before, her touch almost tender, before turning away without a word, leaving her in stunned silence.
As her figure disappeared into the shadows, time resumed its normal flow. The bustling market returned, and the surrounding people began to move again, unaware of the intimate violation that had just occurred. But Zhuang stood frozen in place, her mind reeling from the encounter.
The confusion and shame in the eyes of the passing citizens were almost unbearable as they glanced at her, some whispering, others staring openly. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she fought the urge to flee, but her legs felt like lead.
Her group of followers came rushing back to her, their faces etched with concern. “What happened?” one of them asked, his voice filled with worry. But she couldn’t bring herself to explain. She shook her head, the words stuck in her throat, and without another glance at her companions, she turned and fled into the shadows, her movements swift and desperate.
Once hidden from sight, she leaned against the cool stone wall of an alley, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She closed her eyes, the memory of Xiuying’s touch replaying in her mind, a mixture of shame and longing coursing through her. The desire that Xiuying had ignited within her was still burning, and Zhuang cursed herself for needing to finish what Xiuying started.
When she finally emerged from the darkness, her composure had returned, but her resolve had hardened. ‘The next time I see that bitch, I’ll teach her a lesson for messing with me.’
But even as she made the vow, a part of her knew Xiuying was no ordinary opponent—she was a woman capable of stopping time itself, and that made her all the more dangerous.
