48: Chapter 48 Winning Over Qin Shiyu

With a thought, Qin Yi turned off the system surveillance feed, and the slight mockery in his eyes toward Zhao Fan vanished completely.

He looked up toward the second floor. Even separated by a floor, with his Land Immortal hearing, he could clearly capture the gentle murmurs of Qin Shiyu and the playful laughter and banter with Lin Wanqing inside the bathroom. The sounds were soft, making the whole bathroom feel lively and warm.

Feeling the joy of the two women, Qin Yi also went upstairs and returned to his bedroom.

The room was furnished in a simple and elegant style. The soft light from the warm yellow pendant lamp cast a gentle glow, painting the room in a romantic and tranquil atmosphere. A faint scent of sandalwood drifted in the air, soothing and calming.

He raised his hand, lightly forming a spell to cast a cleansing technique. A wisp of true energy flowed from his fingertips, swirling around his body, thoroughly washing away the fine dust on his clothes, leaving not a trace of impurity.

With his current cultivation level, his physical body had evolved into an Immaculate Body, devoid of any impurities, so he did not need to wash and groom himself like an ordinary mortal.

He then removed his clothes and casually draped them over the cabinet beside the bed, revealing his strong, upright physique without reservation.

The muscles in his arms were smooth, defined, and firm. The contours of his pectoral muscles were prominent and exquisite, and his eight-pack abs were sharply chiseled. Every inch of his skin and every line looked as perfect as a sculpture of an ancient Greek god, possessing both explosive power and ultimate aesthetics. Standing there, an aura of natural-born hormones rushed toward anyone who saw him.

Qin Yi leaned back slightly against the soft headboard, his aura gentle and peaceful.

At this moment, the bedroom door was gently pushed open. A gentle and graceful figure stepped in with soft footsteps, heading straight toward the bed.

The person who arrived was none other than Qin Shiyu.

Having just finished bathing, her face was flushed with a faint crimson hue, and a sweet, refreshing fragrance lingered around her.

She was wrapped only in a pure white cotton bath towel, which barely covered her graceful figure. Her full breasts pushed the towel high, and her perky buttocks outlined a round and smooth curve.

Her jet-black hair, as smooth as silk, cascaded over her shoulders, with the tips still damp with moisture, falling onto her fair neck.

Her stunning face was even more breathtaking under the warm light. Her long, straight, fair legs were exposed without reservation, her skin fair and delicate, glowing with a lustrous, jade-like sheen. Her slender toes lightly touched the floor, her steps were soft, and her eyes held an unwavering determination.

Qin Yi looked up, his gaze sweeping from top to bottom, carefully observing the beauty before him.

After her bath, Qin Shiyu had shed the dazzling starlight of the stage, losing some of her usual dignified reserve and gaining a touch of purity and allure. The gentleness hidden with a provocative charm precisely struck his preferences, and a thread of heat unconsciously welled up in his heart.

Being gazed at so intently by her beloved, Qin Shiyu did not shy away or feel timid; instead, a secret joy rose in her heart. She knew deeply that the more obsessed Qin Yi was with her, the more he cared about her.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously straightened her back, causing her full breasts to quiver slightly, outlining an even more moving curve.

This unintentional little movement made Qin Yi's eyes narrow slightly, and his gaze involuntarily followed, the heat in his heart growing even more intense.

Looking at Qin Shiyu, who had come to him on her own initiative and boldly displayed her figure, Qin Yi hooked his lips into a gentle yet slightly mocking smile: "Sister Shiyu, are you trying to seduce me?"

Qin Shiyu looked up, meeting Qin Yi's deep, burning gaze directly without the slightest hesitation, her eyes swirling with love that had been suppressed for three whole years.

She walked to the bed, reached out her slender, fair hand, and gently stroked Qin Yi's strong chest, feeling the powerful heartbeat beneath her palm as she poured out the thoughts she had held for years:

"Little Yi, from the moment you saved me from a desperate situation three years ago, I swore in my heart that in this life, I would marry no one but you."

"Today, you killed Lin Fei for me and dared to confess your feelings to me right in front of Wanqing... I have suppressed my feelings for you for three full years, and I can no longer control them. I don't want to wait anymore."

Crystal tears welled up in her eyes, but they were filled with happiness and certainty. She looked up at Qin Yi affectionately, pouring out all her feelings word by word: "Little Yi, tonight, I want to become your woman completely. Let me stay by your side from now on, okay?"

As her voice fell, Qin Shiyu did not hesitate at all. Her fingertips grabbed the edge of the bath towel, and with a slight tug, she completely pulled off the towel wrapped around her body.

Her jade-white skin glowed with a soft halo under the light, and her exquisite, graceful figure was fully revealed before Qin Yi's eyes. There was no deliberate showing off, only a rush toward her lover and pure sincerity.

Qin Yi saw all the deep affection and determination in her eyes, and the heat in his heart was completely ignited. He did not hesitate in the slightest.

He extended his strong, powerful arms and swept the beauty, who had her heart and eyes full of him, into his arms. Qin Shiyu's body trembled slightly, then she softened into Qin Yi's embrace, her nose brushing against his chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat and his unique scent. Her heart was filled with the happiness of about to become his woman.

Qin Yi carried her and gently placed her on the soft bed. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of Qin Shiyu's flushed lips, his movements gentle and devout.

Qin Shiyu closed her eyes and actively responded to his kiss, her arms gently wrapping around his neck, pressing herself closer to him.

Between their lips and teeth, their breaths intertwined, and hot, passionate feelings spread between them.

Qin Yi's palm gently stroked Qin Shiyu's smooth back, his fingertips tracing over her delicate skin, feeling the sensitive trembling of her body.

"Mmm~ Ah!" With a soft moan, the two began to explore the process of the birth of life. (One million words omitted here.)

The next morning, the warm sunlight filtered through the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling curtains, casting mottled light and shadows. The clock on the wall pointed to eight in the morning.

Qin Yi slowly opened his eyes, a morning laziness in his gaze. He felt a warm sensation on his left arm; Qin Shiyu was curled up in his arms, her head resting gently on his shoulder. Her long eyelashes hung down like butterfly wings, her brows and eyes gentle and tranquil, her breathing steady and long, sleeping exceptionally sweetly.

Last night, the two had merged in affection and had even practiced the Hunyuan Guiji Technique together, with Qin Shiyu absorbing his powerful essence to cultivate.

Under Qin Yi's internal inspection at this moment, in just one night, Qin Shiyu, who previously only had the cultivation level of the peak of the Houtian realm, had directly broken through to the early stage of the Xiantian realm.

Qin Yi lowered his eyes, gazing gently at the beauty in his arms. He leaned down slightly and pressed a light kiss on her pink lips, his movements cautious, fearing to disturb her pleasant dream.

Afterward, he slowly withdrew his left arm that she had been resting on, leaned over to cover her with the quilt, and then turned and left the bedroom on tiptoes.

Arriving at the living room, he saw Lin Wanqing wearing a cute cartoon loungewear set, curled up on the soft sofa, scrolling through her phone. Her little feet were swinging gently, looking lively and adorable.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw it was Qin Yi. A hint of slyness flashed in her eyes, and a teasing smile curled the corners of her lips as she said: "Hubby, how did it feel being with Sister Shiyu last night?"

Seeing her whimsical appearance, Qin Yi decided to tease her. He touched his chin and thought carefully: "Hmm, it felt better than with you."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Lin Wanqing's face froze instantly. Her little mouth pouted slightly, her beautiful eyes widened quickly, and she put down her phone. She ran quickly in front of Qin Yi, clenched her delicate little fists, and began lightly pounding on his chest, saying indignantly:

"Hubby, what did you say! Have you forgotten your old love now that you have a new one in Sister Shiyu! I'll pound you to death!"

Her strength was incredibly soft and light. Her little fists landing on Qin Yi's solid chest were no different from scratching an itch; instead, it made Qin Yi feel especially intimate, as if she were giving him a back massage, and the smile on his lips grew even more intense.

Seeing that Qin Yi was not only not annoyed but also full of smiles, Lin Wanqing puffed out her cheeks to show she was angry.

Seeing this, Qin Yi put away his joking thoughts, reached out to hold her little fists, and coaxed her gently: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. When it comes to comfort, no one in this world can compare to my Wanqing, don't be angry anymore."

Hearing this, Lin Wanqing finally stopped pounding, but she still kept her hands clenched, puffed out her cheeks, and fiercely raised her fist, saying: "That's more like it! I am the one who makes you the most comfortable!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Qin Yi agreed three times in a row, his eyes full of doting affection.

Looking at Lin Wanqing's charming appearance, Qin Yi suddenly remembered something and asked softly: "Yesterday, Sister Shiyu was so determined to come to my room on her own initiative—was that your idea?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanqing stopped acting out. A hint of smugness flashed in her eyes, and she said with a smile: "Of course! Last night, when we were bathing together, we talked about so much regarding you. Sister Shiyu told me about her feelings for you after having a crush on you for so many years, and I also told her about my feelings for you, as well as the first time between us."

"Sister Shiyu kept curiously asking me for details, asking when I made up my mind to give myself to you. I encouraged her to do it sooner rather than later, since I gave myself to Brother Qin Yi very quickly anyway. As for how it felt, I told her to experience it for herself and she would understand."

After listening, Qin Yi felt warm in his heart. He reached out and gently ruffled Lin Wanqing's hair, saying warmly: "Wanqing, you are truly wonderful."

"That's only natural!" Lin Wanqing tilted her head back, looking proud. "Because you are the person I love most in this life. I only want you to be happy, and as long as you are happy, I am happy too."

Warmth surged in Qin Yi's heart. Facing other women, Lin Wanqing was not only not jealous but even encouraged them, all just for his happiness.

To have such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? He didn't say anything more; he simply reached out and gently pulled Lin Wanqing into his arms, hugging her tightly.

Lin Wanqing also leaned into Qin Yi's warm and broad embrace, her little face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat. Her face was full of happiness and contentment as she quietly enjoyed this unique, tender time.

Meanwhile, the warmth and coziness inside the Qin Family Villa formed a sharp contrast with the misery and ruin on the other side.

Under a remote bridge arch by the river, it was damp and cold. The air was filled with a pungent smell of mold, sweat, and a fishy stench, all mixed together to make one nauseated. Zhao Fan slowly woke up amidst the tearing pain throughout her entire body.

Her eyelashes trembled again and again, and she struggled to open her eyes. What came into view was the dim and mottled ceiling of the bridge arch. Beneath her was a worn-out straw mat that chafed her skin. Every bone in her body felt as if it had been shattered and reassembled; she was sore and weak. Especially in her lower body, waves of burning, searing pain surged, and blood had flowed all over the ground. With the slightest movement, she gasped in pain, her whole body unable to stop trembling.

Zhao Fan looked around blankly. The strange and dilapidated environment left her momentarily stunned, unable to figure out where she was. But the next second, the memories of the extreme humiliation from last night surged into her mind like a cold tide.

Last night, after being knocked unconscious by a stick from a slovenly The Beggar, she was carried directly under this bridge arch.

The Beggar's brutal violation, without a shred of pity, had forcibly woken her up from her unconscious state with pain!

The moment she woke up, she felt a The Beggar, reeking of stench and dressed in slovenly, dirty clothes, lying on top of her, acting wantonly, doing that most unbearable and humiliating thing!

At that moment, Zhao Fan's mind went blank first, and then extreme nausea and anger quickly overwhelmed her reason!

She struggled like a madwoman, using both her hands and feet, desperately trying to push away The Beggar on top of her, screaming hysterically: "Fuck you! You stinking The Beggar! Let go of me! If you dare to touch me, I will never forgive you!"

Even though his body had become that of a woman, he still subconsciously considered himself a man, his heart filled with the pride and unwillingness of a male.

But the current him had long since turned into a woman with a weak figure and no strength. This struggle and resistance were completely insignificant in front of the sturdy and immensely strong The Beggar, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Seeing her resistance, The Beggar not only did not restrain himself in the slightest but instead looked excited, his eyes filled with even more lewdness. He grinned, pressed her down with his rough palms, and leered: "It's good that you're awake, little beauty. Be obedient and don't struggle, or you'll suffer for it!"

"Struggle your mother! I am a man! Let me go!" Zhao Fan's eyes were bloodshot, her struggle becoming increasingly violent, her curses hoarse and crazed.

But The Beggar seemed to be stirred up by an unusual interest, and instead laughed maniacally: "Curse away! Curse all you want! The more you curse, the more excited I get!"

As his voice fell, The Beggar showed no pity at all and pounced on her even more brutally.

Zhao Fan used all her strength to resist, but ultimately, because of the disparity in strength, she could not break free at all!

She could only watch helplessly as she was wantonly trampled by this dirty The Beggar. The dignity she once had as a man and her last bit of pride were completely crushed by The Beggar. Humiliated tears flowed wildly from the corners of her eyes, soaking the tattered straw mat beneath her, leaving only boundless despair and pain in the depths of her heart.

Because The Beggar hadn't touched a woman in a long time, he was extremely brutal toward her, his movements crazy and fierce. This torture lasted for a full three hours.

Zhao Fan went from the initial crazy struggling and hoarse cursing, to sobbing and crying after realizing it was useless, then to later despair and resignation, and finally, she was tortured by The Beggar until she was completely exhausted. Her vision went black, and she fainted again, only struggling to wake up at this moment.