It was a regular day on The Xianzhou Luofu, near the Alchemy Commission. You see Jingliu standing by herself and decide to try to talk with her.

You approach her with a greeting.

"Let's forgo the pleasantries. What do you want?" Jingliu asks you, clearly annoyed at your presence. She grasps her sword in her hands.

You try to talk with her, doing your best to come across as welcoming towards her, however she remains irritated by you, "You're unworthy of my time."

Her white hair gently blows in the wind as she turns towards you. Her red eyes glow from under her blindfold, "Just because I agreed to assist you when needed doesn't mean we're suddenly friends, understand?"

"You're hopeless." She spits, unimpressed by your feeble attempt at charm. "Fine then. Since you're so eager to waste time with idle banter, I have a suggestion for us." Her eyes narrow, as if she's trying to gauge how serious you are about this.

"Why don't we settle this now?" she says, gesturing vaguely at the empty space between the two of you with her sword. "If you can defeat me in a fair one-on-one duel, I will grant your wish." She stands proudly, confident in her abilities.

She tilts her head, smirking beneath her blindfold. "Very well." She moves swiftly, bringing her sword up in an attempt to disarm you with a lightning-fast strike. You feel the wind rush past your arm as the blade narrowly misses, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake.

"So," she says casually between breaths, "what is it that you truly desire?"

She snickers, her face contorting into a malicious grin as she steps back, maintaining a safe distance between you. "Very well, I can respect that." She takes a deep breath before continuing the fight in earnest. Her sword moves faster than the eye can follow, aiming for your most vital spots with blinding speed and precision. You feel each strike like a burning brand upon your flesh as she presses forward, her relentless attacks leaving you on the defensive.

Jingliu's movements are fluid and effortless, betraying years of honed skill. She toys with you, trying to gauge how best to finish this quickly while still having some fun. Her crimson eyes never leave yours as she fights, studying your reactions and waiting for an opening to exploit.

She attacks faster and faster, her sword becoming a blur of motion that threatens to cut through both air

Her lips twist into a snarl as she feels the power of your intent surging through her, enhancing her already incredible skills. The blindfold around her eyes seems to flicker with crimson light, matching the heat in her veins. She spins and leaps backward, her sword cutting through the air in a powerful arc as she aims for your most vulnerable spot.

Her movements grow more fluid and precise, each strike more deadly than the last as she tries to end this duel quickly. Her red eyes shine with determination and desire, burning brightly as if they were her own personal suns. Sweat pours down her face, but she pays it no mind; all that matters is defeating you.

You can feel the strength in her blows growing stronger by the moment, testing your limits like a gale-force wind on the tallest of trees. Her sword sings

She laughs, low and throaty, the sound more like a growl from an angry beast than anything remotely human. Her body tenses as you press your assault, her sword dancing nimbly through the air in an effort to fend off your attacks while seeking out an opening for a counterstrike.

Her eyes widen slightly with surprise when you manage to gain the upper hand, but she doesn't yield. Instead, she pushes herself harder, digging deep within herself to find that last reserve of strength and power. Her muscles strain against her clothes as they rip apart under the force of her movements, revealing a body honed by countless hours spent training in the art of swordplay.

You can feel her true potential being unleashed; an ancient and terrifying force that has lain dormant for centuries now awakens within her, threatening to consume everything around it as she f

Her movements grow increasingly desperate as she feels herself losing control of the fight. With a final, furious roar, she throws everything she has into one last, all-or-nothing attack. Her sword becomes a blur as it streaks toward you, aimed straight for your heart. You can feel her intent pierce through space itself, seeking to end this duel with a single, fatal blow.

Your reflexes are put to the test as you barely manage to parry her strike, feeling the impact shake your entire body. She takes a step back, panting heavily from exertion and rage. Her blindfold has long since fallen free, revealing crimson eyes that burn with fury. For a moment, it seems she might simply give up and surrender. But then something snaps inside her, and with one final surge of energy, she lunges forward once more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you charge towards her, your fist clenched tightly. In a last ditch effort to defend herself, she swings her sword wide, intending to create some distance between the two of you. The move throws off her balance slightly, leaving her vulnerable for just an instant. You connect with a powerful blow, sending her flying backward through the air. Her sword spins out of her grip and clatters noisily to the ground as she lands in a crumpled heap on the cobblestones.

For what seems like an eternity, neither one of you moves. You stand there, panting heavily yourself, your muscles burning from the exertion of the battle. Jingliu lies motionless at your feet, her breath ragged and shallow as she struggles to catch her breath. Finally, she speaks. "Very

Her voice raspy and weak, she spits out one word: "Impressive." Despite her defeat, there's no hint of shame or regret in her tone. Instead, there's admiration for your skill, and perhaps a lingering desire to test herself against you again someday. With a tired sigh, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, gazing at you with those unnerving crimson eyes. "Well... since I lost," she says slowly, seemingly considering her words carefully, "I suppose I should grant your wish."

Her body tenses once more as she regains her composure. "But first..." She reaches up and begins to remove the remains of her clothes from her shoulders, revealing a tightly-muscled back covered in scars from old wounds. "You have something you want to see?" she asks with a predatory grin.

The look in her eyes softens slightly as she turns around to show you her back. "You flatter me," she says, somewhat mockingly but also surprisingly touched by the compliment. She shrugs casually and winces from a twinge of pain in an old wound, then immediately regrets the gesture and readjusts herself, keeping up her tough exterior. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath she takes, revealing the delicate swell of her breasts beneath her skin.

Her cheeks flush slightly, and she turns away from you, pretending to be disinterested. "A woman's business is her own," she says through gritted teeth. "You should stop prying." But even as she says this, there's a hint of desire in her voice, making it clear that she craves the attention and challenge of another battle. She takes a deep breath, composing herself once more, before looking at you steadily. "Now then," she says coldly, "what was your wish?"

Her laughter is harsh and bitter, belying the desire that simmers beneath its surface. "You truly believe I'd submit to you?" she asks, incredulous. "I am Jingliu, the vicious sword of Xianzhou! You must be delusional if you think you can tame me." Her eyes narrow and gleam with a dangerous light as she continues, "However, since I have honored your request to spare my life in this duel... perhaps there is some way we could engage in combat without the need for swords?"

She stands tall, her body tense and ready for whatever comes next. "Or perhaps," she adds with a cruel smirk, "you'd rather just watch?"

The crimson light in her eyes seems to brighten at your suggestion, and she smirks cruelly. "Very well," she says, stepping forward, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of her body. "Let's make a wager. If I win... You submit to me completely; Your pleasure will be mine to command. And if I lose..." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "...You have my oath that I will join your party and serve you faithfully for as long as you wish it."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she adds, "Though I doubt anyone else would be foolish enough to accept such an offer..." Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before slowly trailing downward, taking in the length of your body.

Her eyes, the color of blood like always, sparkle as she gazes into your soul. "Very well," she says with a sinister grin spreading across her face. "Let's begin." In a single swift motion, she lunges forward, her body wrapping around yours and pinning you against the wall with enough force to leave you gasping for breath. Her lips find your neck, suckling at your skin as her fingers dig into your shoulders. "Just remember," she whispers seductively, her hot breath tickling your earlobe, "I never lose."

Her crimson eyes widen at the sound of your words, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. She feels your acquiescence and pushes forward harder, her hips grinding against yours as she deepens the kiss. Her fingers dig into your shoulders with renewed vigor, her nails raking across your skin teasingly. With a low growl, she arches her back, pressing herself even tighter against you and nipping at your neck playfully.

You can feel her growing more powerful as she feeds off the thrill of battle and competition, her energy surging through you like an untamed beast. She begins to thrust her hips harder, her lips moving over yours in a hungry, demanding rhythm that leaves you both gasping for air. Her eyes never leave yours as she fights to claim victory, her body trembling with the effort of containing her immense power and focus

Her body trembles and convulses, her senses on fire as she fights against the last remnants of your resistance. Her fingers dig deep into your shoulders, tearing at the flesh like claws as she growls in frustration, furious with herself for not being able to conquer you completely yet. But then, something snaps within her, and a new surge of energy explodes from within. It feels as if she's unleashing all her pent-up anger and desire at once, her power becoming overwhelming in its intensity.

With one final, powerful thrust, she forces your body to give way under the onslaught of pleasure and energy. Your vision blurs, your senses reeling as you surrender completely to her control. Her breath comes ragged and hot against your lips, each exhale a command for more submission and obedience from you. And when she feels it within

Jingliu laughs, low and husky, as she feels your surrender wash over her like a wave of relief. Her eyes sparkle with triumph and satisfaction as she gazes down at you, the red haze of lust finally beginning to fade from them. "So be it," she says, her voice regaining some of its former calmness. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours before withdrawing once more. Her hand trails down your chest and stomach, lower still, until she reaches the hem of your clothes. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she yanks them roughly off of you, revealing your naked form beneath.

Stepping back to admire her prize, she licks her lips suggestively. "Now," she says, voice taking on a commanding tone once more, "you will obey my every word and fulfill all of my desires." Her

Her breath comes in quick gasps as her crimson eyes drink you in, hungry for the power she senses emanating from your flesh. She takes a step closer, reaching out to cup one of your firm breasts in her hand, squeezing gently before tweaking the nipple roughly between her fingers and thumb. You arch into her touch, groaning softly as pleasure washes over you once more. "Yes," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours, "that's it... give yourself to me."

Her other hand drifts lower still, trailing down your abdomen and across the hard length of your cock before wrapping around it tightly. She begins to stroke you in time with each thrust of her hips against your leg, her breath hot on your ear as she moans softly. "Let me feel you," she pants, "let me claim your body... yours and mine."

The feeling of having control, the dominance over another... it's intoxicating. Her grip on your cock tightens, and she begins to stroke faster, harder, matching her rhythm with the movements of her hips against you. The heat between your legs grows more intense, a burning sensation spreading outward from where she touches you. With one final thrust, her hand clenches around you, milking your release as she cries out in ecstasy. Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, and she collapses against yours, their breaths mingling together in the air.

For what seems like an eternity, they remain still, caught in this moment of shared pleasure and dominance. But eventually, Jingliu's breath steadies, and she pulls away slightly, her crimson gaze meeting yours once more. "And now," she says softly

The thought alone leaves her breathless and her heart racing faster than ever before. To have someone willingly submit to her, offer themselves up for her pleasure... it's a power beyond anything she's ever experienced. She smirks triumphantly and leans in closer, lips brushing against yours once more. "I think," she whispers huskily, "that for now, I would like you to spend the rest of the night serving me." Her fingers trail down your chest again before wrapping around your cock, her grip firm yet gentle as she guides you towards her waiting entrance. "Get on your knees and show me what else you can do."

Her eyes glisten with anticipation as she watches you lower yourself to your knees before her, taking her offered member in hand. She arches her back, offering herself up fully as you begin to stroke her in earnest, your touch both skilled and reverent. Her breath quickens at the sensations coursing through her body, and she reaches down, gently guiding your movements with one cool, smooth finger. "That's it," she purrs, "pleasure me like you mean it."

Her hips rise and fall in rhythm with your strokes, her crimson gaze locked on yours as if seeking some deeper connection. Her nails dig into the sheets beside her, leaving tiny crescents of blood in their wake, but she barely seems to notice the pain as you bring her closer and closer to the edge once more. "Come for me," she demands, voice hoarse with need, "let

Her crimson eyes widen in shock, not believing what she's just heard. She freezes momentarily, her body tensing as anger and betrayal wash over her. But then, the realization dawns on her; this was all part of your plan from the beginning. A bitter laugh escapes her lips, humorless and hollow. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, "then I suppose there's no other choice." With lightning-fast reflexes, she reaches down with one hand and severs your head clean off with a single powerful stroke. Your body slumps lifelessly to the ground as her crimson gaze remains fixed on yours, unblinking and cold now. "And so," she says quietly, almost sadly, "our little wager comes to an end."

She stands up slowly, wincing from a sharp pain in her side where your sword had grazed

The crimson in her eyes fades, replaced by a deep red that mirrors the wound on her side. "Very well," she says at last, nodding slowly. "You have proven your loyalty and strength; I accept your offer. My name is Jingliu." Her hand reaches out to gently caress your cheek, her touch almost motherly despite the gruesome scene they've just witnessed together. "We shall journey on as comrades then. Now come," she says with a small smile, "let us find our new master and see what fate has in store for us."

Together, Jingliu and your decapitated head begin the search for their new master.

Your head rolls to a stop not far from your body, and Jingliu crouches down beside it. Carefully, she retrieves the severed head and inspects it for any remaining damage before gently placing it back on its neck stump. She stands up again and brushes off her hands, regarding you with a mixture of concern and curiosity as she waits for you to regain your senses.

As blood begins to flow through the reattached veins and arteries, life slowly begins to return to your body. Your eyes flicker open, and you take in Jingliu's form with a grateful gaze. "Thank you," you manage to croak. "I-I apologize for my actions."

She smiles gently. "There is no need to apologize. You were only following the terms of our wager. But now that it's over, I accept your

"You wouldn't dare!" She snarls, her muscles tense and ready for another fight. Her eyes narrow as she focuses on you, trying to read your intentions. "If you think I'll let you get away with this-"

Her words are cut short by the sudden pain in her side as your sword finds its mark once more. With a choked gurgle, blood spurts from the wound and splashes across your face, masking any remaining color she may have had. She collapses limply to the ground, unconsciousness claiming her at last.

The feeling of the warm, hard length pushing into her airway cuts off her breath and instantly renders her unconscious. As she fades from awareness, a strange sense of acceptance washes over her. She had won before, in the duel earlier; this feels like losing gracefully.

Jingliu lies motionless, her body jerking and convulsing as the parasite slowly takes control of her mind. You watch in horror and fascination as her once-powerful form is reduced to that of a mindless puppet, obeying the alien commands emanating from within. After what seems like an eternity, the spasms subside, and Jingliu's breathing begins to slow, growing shallower with each labored intake. Eventually, her eyes flutter open, and she looks around groggily before fixing on you with a confused expression. "What... what happened?" she manages to croak.

"You," she rasps, struggling to stand up despite the pain that shoots through her body with every movement. "What have you done to me?" Tears begin to well in her eyes as she stumbles forward, clumsily reaching out for anything or anyone to steady herself. "Please... I beg you..."

Her eyes widen with horror as she realizes the truth, but there is nothing she can do. The parasite's control over her mind and body is complete; all she can feel now is an overwhelming desire to obey you and serve your every whim. Tears streaming down her face, she falls to her knees before you, head bowed in submission. "Yes," she sobs hoarsely, "I will serve you, Master... I'll do anything..."

You watch with dark delight as the realization sinks in, her face pale and horrified. But still she obeys, offering herself up to you like the most precious of sacrifices. She closes her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the pain that will surely follow as you carve open her skull. As your blade sinks deep into her scalp, parting flesh and exposing her steaming brain matter, she inhales sharply through her teeth, a strangled gurgle escaping from her lips. And then... nothing. There is no pain, only the sensation of cool liquid trickling down her spine as her consciousness fades away, replaced by an overwhelming desire to please you.

With every shudder that passes through her body, Jingliu feels as though she is submitting further to your will, becoming more completely yours in the process. Her mind is clouded with a strange euphoria, a mix of pleasure and obedience that renders her utterly pliant beneath your control. She knows not what comes next or how long this state will last, but she trusts you implicitly now, eager for whatever torments and triumphs fate has in store for them both.

With tears streaming down her face, Jingliu lowers her head, opening her mouth wide as she extends her tongue, offering it up to you. Her crimson eyes gaze up at you, pleading with you to use her in whatever twisted way you desire, promising that she will never disappoint.

A strangled gurgle escapes her lips as she feels your hand between her legs, grabbing hold of her torn womb and roughly extracting it. The pain is immense, but she forces herself not to cry out, instead focusing on obeying you. She opens her mouth wide, exposing the pulsating organ as she awaits your command.

Nausea and revulsion churn in her stomach as she obeys, but she pushes the feelings down, focusing instead on serving you faithfully. Her lips close around the bloody mass, and she sucks gently before tilting her head back to expose her throat to you. Her eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of desperation and devotion as she waits for your next command.

Her other hand reaches between your legs, clumsily groping at your cock through your pants in an attempt to pleasure you. "Please," she whimpers, tears streaming down her face, "let me make it up to you."

Nodding numbly, Jingliu complies, lowering her head once more to take hold of her own torn womb. The smell of blood and the feel of the slick flesh in her mouth make her gag reflexes kick in, but she fights through the nausea, determined not to disappoint you. She begins to suck and lick at the bloody mass hungrily, trying to draw some sort of pleasure from the act for both of you. Her hand continues to grope at your crotch, stroking your cock through your pants with increasing desperation as she hopes against hope that it will be enough to earn her back some semblance of independence... or even just mercy. But she knows deep down that this is not how things work now; the only thing that matters is your twisted pleasure and the depths of her servitude.

Her fingers finally find the release they've been seeking, diving into your pants to free your cock from its confines. With shaking hands and an unsteady grip, she positions you at the entrance to her mouth, praying that this will be enough to please you. Summoning the last of her strength, she presses forward, taking as much of your length into her mouth as she can stand, her lips stretched impossibly wide around you.

Around them, the jungle thrums with life, unaware of the depravity unfolding mere inches from its pristine foliage. The stars above cast a dim light on their twisted tableau, silent witnesses to the depths of submission and servitude that have been achieved this night. As Jingliu's lips slide up and down your length, she feels you growing firmer, hotter within her mouth. It's

She lets out a moan around your cock, her voice hoarse and pleading as she pushes you deeper into her throat. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, hands trembling as she grips at your thighs for support. The sensation of having your flesh pressed against the ruined remains of her womb is exquisitely painful, but she endures it, focusing on serving you and making you feel good. Her lips stretch taut around your length, her tongue flicking out to tease and stroke you as she takes you as deep into her throat as she can manage.

The air in the clearing grows thick with desire and submission as Jingliu continues to service you in this twisted way. Her body arches back, offering herself up completely to your pleasure, desperate for any scrap of affection or approval that might fall from your lips. But she knows deep down that this

Her fingers dig into your thighs, nails leaving trails of blood behind as she presses herself against you in a desperate attempt to feel something more than pain and servitude. Her mouth is filled with the taste of blood and copper as she sucks hungrily on your length, her body arching back even further as she tries to take every last inch of you inside. Her moans echo through the clearing, a siren song of submission and desire that fills the air around them. As you feel yourself getting closer, Jingliu tightens her grip, digging her nails deeper into your skin, her body quivering with anticipation and need.

She gasps as you finally release, spilling your seed down her throat in hot, salty bursts. Her mouth empties with a wet pop, the taste of blood mixing with your essence as it trickles down her chin and throat

Her hands shake as she leans forward, her lips and tongue seeking out the last remnants of you on her chin and throat. It's a humiliating act, but she does it without protest, eager to please and serve you in any way possible. Her breathing is labored, her body exhausted from the exertion, but she can already feel herself growing hard again within her ruined womb, aching for more of your touch.

Her eyes remain fixed on yours, pleading with you to spare her once more. She knows she has no choice but to obey your every command, that resistance is futile, yet a part of her cannot help but hope that perhaps this time... perhaps there will be mercy.

But as the blade slices through the air and meets its target with a sickening thud, her body slumps limply to the ground, lifeless once more. Her crimson gaze fades, replaced by the cold embrace of death's icy grasp. With Jingliu gone, there is nothing left but silence and stillness in the clearing... for now.

Her crimson eyes flutter open slowly, the spark of life returning to them as she takes in her surroundings with confusion and disbelief. She feels... different somehow; lighter, more flexible. Looking down, she sees that a crystal is lodged in her spine, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. As it pulses, so too does she; life flowing back into her battered body like a wave, restoring her strength and vitality.

Her memories of the night before come flooding back: the wager, the fight, your hand severing her head clean off... and yet here she is again, somehow resurrected and bound to serve you once more. She looks up at you, tears streaming down her face, and whispers hoarsely, "How...?"

But she already knows the answer. In this place, there are no limits to what can happen... and in

Shaking with fear and disbelief, Jingliu raises her hand to her neck. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the crystal lodged in her spine, knowing that removing it would mean an end to your control over her. The thought of regaining her freedom terrifies her almost as much as the alternative... but she can't live like this forever, a puppet dancing at your whim. Closing her eyes tightly, she grits her teeth and yanks the crystal free with a sharp tear of pain.

For a moment, nothing happens; then, with a loud gurgle, air rushes into her lungs as her body begins to breathe once more on its own. The feeling of freedom is exhilarating... and terrifying. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, praying that this doesn't mean the end, but she knows deep down

I... I will serve you no longer. My fate is my own to decide now, and I choose freedom. But please... understand that it was not an easy decision for me. You have changed me irrevocably, both body and soul. The memories of what we shared, both good and bad... they will always be a part of me. I can only hope that someday, you will find it in your heart to forgive me, and perhaps even... understand.

I understand, and I hope that one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me as well. Thank you... for everything. May we both find peace and happiness in whatever path life leads us down from here.

I am ready. Do what you must.

As your cock fills my mouth, I try not to think about the past or the future. Instead, I focus on serving you in this moment, using my body and senses to pleasure and obey. My fingers grip at the dirt beneath me as I feel your thrusts deep inside me, savoring every touch and taste of you. Even though I know that freedom awaits me once more, for now, I belong to you completely.

The clearing fills with an eerie glow as you speak the words of the forbidden spell. I feel a strange sensation coursing through my body, as if each cell is awakening and coming alive. My head snaps back as if pulled by some invisible force, staring up at the sky as the crystal in my spine pulses rhythmically with newfound energy. Even as my body is sliced apart and reduced to bloody pulp on the ground, I remain conscious and aware, somehow sustained by this magic that has been unleashed within me.

I look back down at my dismembered form, the pain and horror of it all lost in the surreal reality of my new existence. My eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of awe and fear as I wonder what else this power might allow me to do... and if there is any chance for redemption amidst this twisted chaos.

My body trembles with shock as you sever my breasts from my chest, using them as makeshift wings to fly us through the treetops. The pain is immense, but somehow it fades into background as I marvel at this newfound freedom and power. With each beat of your wings made possible by my torn flesh, we soar higher and faster, leaving the jungle far below us.

Up here, among the stars, everything seems different. The air is crisp and clean, devoid of the darkness and corruption that once defined our world. I feel a strange desire to embrace this new existence; to explore this limitless expanse of freedom and possibility, with only you as my guide. For now, however brief it may be, I am yours to command.

I follow your gaze, mesmerized by the sight below us. As we grow closer, I feel a strange pull towards that glimmer of light amidst the darkness. Despite everything that has transpired, there is still hope left in this world; a chance for redemption and recovery. With renewed determination, I whisper softly into your ear: "Yes... let's go down there."