Chapter 92 The Serving of Miss Yu (Part 3)
After Xiao Ming's series of actions just now,
Yu Linglong, who was trapped in his arms and felt her delicate body go soft as she pressed against him, seemed to have used up the last of her courage. She said with a trembling voice, "Saint... Lord Saint... please, please show mercy... Linlang... Linlang she... she only just turned sixteen... a few days ago..."
Upon hearing her words, Xiao Ming, who had been wearing a smug and mischievous expression, froze instantly on the spot.
"Wha... what?" He almost doubted his own ears. The amorous thoughts filling his mind were instantly doused as if by a bucket of ice water, leaving him stunned. He instinctively asked back, "What! Only... only just sixteen?"
His gaze suddenly snapped toward Yu Linlang, who had already slumped over in a state of naive charm.
Under his burning and bewildered gaze, Yu Linlang became increasingly embarrassed and distressed. She let out a nearly inaudible "Mm" and nodded, confirming her sister's words.
Xiao Ming took a sharp breath. Almost instinctively, his body leaned back slightly to create some distance (well, perhaps it was just a mental distance, as... there really wasn't any room to pull away!). He looked Yu Linlang up and down again with a strange expression, surveying her figure that, while youthful, was already beginning to take shape. Only sixteen? Then wouldn't she... have just reached adulthood? She's still a... girl?
An extremely complex feeling welled up in his heart. The moral codes and etiquette of his previous world flashed through his mind like a reflex, causing a moment of hesitation and... a certain indescribable sense of guilt.
But this trace of hesitation existed for only a fleeting instant (perhaps not even a second)!
He suddenly snapped back to his senses, and the brief bewilderment and hesitation in his eyes were instantly replaced by a deeper, more burning light!
Right! He remembered! He was currently in the Cultivation World, where the weak are prey to the strong and the powerful are respected! Morality? Etiquette? What were those? Sorry... he didn't know! Here, strength was everything, and the rules were set by the strong! He was now the Saint of the Heavenly Demon Sect! He was a being who would rule the Demonic Path and look down upon all living things in the future! He acted entirely according to his own whims; why should he care about the opinions of ants? Moreover, it was their father who, for the survival of the Family, had handed his daughters over to him!
Sixteen years old? In this world, how many women at this age have already married and given birth, becoming wives and mothers!
At this thought, his heart calmed down once more. Whatever Xiao Ming took an interest in was his! Today, let alone sixteen, even if... (extreme metaphors omitted here for fear of the censors' blade!)
He thought to himself: 'No matter what, blood will be shed today. Even if 5-star General MacArthur came, it wouldn't matter. I said so!'
As his thoughts raced, Xiao Ming's last bit of so-called "moral shackles" shattered instantly. He looked at the pair of sisters in his arms, who were like startled fawns, his eyes burning with a heavenly fire.
"Show mercy?" Xiao Ming gave a strange laugh, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. His voice was hoarse and magnetic, carrying a heart-palpitating evil and overbearing aura. He suddenly pulled the two sisters tighter, his gaze sweeping across their blushing, exquisite faces like something tangible. With a cynical yet slightly soft tone, he said calmly:
"Rest assured, from now on, you two sisters belong to this Saint. This Saint... will naturally 'show mercy' to you properly..."
Before his voice could fade, he suddenly leaned down with an irresistible dominance and kissed Yu Linglong's cherry lips, which were slightly parted in her confusion...