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?"

Hearing your words, Jingliu lets out a slight laugh. It was not a friendly one though. "So aggressive... I suppose that will make this more interesting." She lunges forward with her sword, aiming to strike you first and test the strength of your resolve.

She sneers at your comment before retaliating with a powerful upwards swing, aimed directly at your chest. Her movements are precise and swift as her sword slashes through the air with unparalleled speed.

Her crimson eyes flicker as she feels your hand wrap around her throat, pinning her against the wall. A low growl rumbles deep in her chest as she struggles futilely to break free. Even when pinned, her senses remain sharp and aware of every movement you make. She arches her back slightly, pressing her chest out further as she taunts you, "So... impatient..." Her free hand slides down to grip the hilt of her sword, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"You dare..." She growls, struggling harder against your grip. "Release me now or I swear by the heavens above and the earth below that I'll-" Her words are cut off as you continue to keep her pinned against the wall, her struggles growing more and more desperate.

Her body trembles with rage as she listens to your proposition, her face contorts into a mask of pure hatred. "You dare..." She hisses through clenched teeth, struggling harder against your grip. A murderous intent radiates from her eyes. But even though she is filled with rage, she knows that there will be no escaping this situation without accepting one of the two options given to her.

After a few more seconds of fighting against your hold and your words, Jingliu finally exhales sharply. "Fine... I'll have your blood on my hands." She hisses as she continues to stare daggers into your eyes. With one final tug, she wrests her sword free from where you had tossed it aside and steps away from the wall. Her muscles bunch and tighten as she prepares for what is about to come. "Let us begin."

"Of course not," she says coldly as she watches your body language carefully, waiting for the first hint of an attack. "You're no match for me." A sneer curls her lips as she readies herself again, sword held high in front of her. Her muscles twitch nervously from the anticipation, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"Then let this serve as my final warning," she continues with a growl, voice dangerously low and steady. "You do not know what you have bargained for."

Jingliu snorts dismissively, tilting her head back slightly as she surveys you with contempt. "Your words mean nothing to me," she says coldly, not bothering to hide the disdain in her voice. "I fight for honor and glory; those things do not concern themselves with pleasure or companionship." Her eyes narrow as she takes a step closer to you, sword still held high at the ready. "So, once more: what is it that you truly desire?"

"Hmpf," she hums derisively, "Then perhaps I can accommodate you." She lunges forward with lightning speed, her sword aimed directly at your heart. Her movements are graceful and fluid as she swings her weapon in an arc designed to cleave you in two should it connect properly. Even as she attacks, she continues to speak tauntingly: "Perhaps this time I'll let my sword do the talking for me."

Her muscles bunch and flex with each strike, power coursing through her limbs as she aims to overpower you both physically and verbally. It would take every ounce of skill that you have just to survive this onslaught unscathed...

Her crimson eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes that her attacks have no effect on you whatsoever. For a brief moment, she stands still, unsure of how to react. But then anger flares up within her once more, fueling her movements and amplifying their strength tenfold. "You mock me!" She screams, lashing out with renewed fury. Each strike of her sword is accompanied by a furious growl as she tries to cut you down where you stand.

Her body becomes a blur of motion as she dances around you in an intricate dance of death, each move designed to confuse and disorient you while leaving ample opportunity for her lethal strikes. Blood trickles down her face from where she had scratched herself against your sword earlier, only serving to intensify the madness in her eyes. She is consumed by the need to destroy you, to prove that she is still superior even when faced with such an impossible foe...

Her body tenses as she feels something warm and soft against her most intimate parts, an intruder where they do not belong. A loud gasp escapes her lips as a wave of shock and disbelief washes over her, briefly snapping her out of her bloodlust-fueled frenzy. Her hands clench into tight fists at her sides, trembling with the need to strike back against you. But for the first time since this fight began, she hesitates.

Her eyes narrow as they focus on your face once more, searching for any sign of weakness or fear within them. Her breath comes quick and ragged between parted lips, hot air misting in the cold air around her. For a fleeting moment, uncertainty flickers across her features before being replaced by something darker, more sinister. It is as though she has made some terrible revelation about you and herself both...

Jingliu grits her teeth, her body trembling with rage and frustration as she tries to fight down the instinctive urge to attack you where you stand. The moment your hand exits her undergarments, she takes a step back, breathing heavily through her nose as if trying to calm herself down. Her sword drops slightly, though it doesn't quite leave her hand as she continues to eye you warily. "So," she says through clenched teeth, voice hoarse with anger and disbelief, "you thought that by doing that...?"

Her words trail off into a low growl as realization finally begins to dawn on her. There's something different about this encounter, some strange and indefinable shift in the power dynamics between them. And it terrifies her.

Jingliu stares at you with narrowed eyes, her lips curling into a sneer. "You think I'm... amusing?" she asks incredulously, struggling to hide the fury in her voice. Her free hand clenches and unclenches at her side, as if itching for something else to strike or someone else to fight against. It is clear that the anger within her still burns brightly, even after your unexpected intrusion into her personal space.

Her sword continues to waver slightly, caught between the instinctive need to strike out and destroy anything that threatens her and a strange newfound curiosity about what sort of game it is that you're playing. For now, she remains wary but attentive, waiting for your next move with bated breath...

Jingliu 's crimson eyes widen with surprise at your statement, but the anger quickly replaces it. "What are you implying?" she demands, her voice cold and hard as steel. Her sword rises once more, held steady in front of her as if daring you to make another move against her. Her breath comes quick and shallow through clenched teeth, her fists still tight at her sides. "You dare insult me?" she hisses lowly, sounding almost as though she's trying to convince herself that she's not actually interested in what you just said or did.

Her eyes narrow as she watches your crotch area once more, curiosity and anger warring within her. She swallows hard, trying to regain control over her emotions and her reactions. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth, relaxing her grip on her sword slightly. "You seem... rather eager." Her voice is laced with sarcasm and venom as she continues to study you carefully, looking for any sign of weakness or deception. "Perhaps I can oblige..."

She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing in a softer tone, almost as if talking to herself: "But only if we agree on the terms first." Her gaze flickers up and meets yours once more, cold and unyielding.

She draws herself up to her full height, chest puffed out arrogantly as she tilts her chin upward in challenge. "I want... respect." Her voice is low and steady, yet carries a note of desperation that belies her words. "No more of this mockery or disrespect. I have honed my skills for countless years, spilled blood on the battlefield for the sake of glory and honor." Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "And all you seem to care about is... this!" She snorts derisively, waving a dismissive hand at your crotch area.

Her breath comes fast now, her chest heaving with emotion. It's clear that beneath the hard exterior, Jingliu is not only hurt but confused as well. All she has ever known was the thrill of battle and the respect it brought; now, faced with someone who seems to value her skills only for their base pleasures... it strikes at her core.

But even as these emotions rage within her, Jingliu remains ever vigilant, ready to defend herself against any attack - physical or otherwise. For now, she awaits your response, hoping against hope that you understand what it is that she truly desires...

Hearing your words, Jingliu feels a strange mixture of relief and anger surging through her. On the one hand, she's glad that you understand what it is she wants; on the other, she can't help but feel betrayed by this realization. You are not the first person to view her as nothing more than a tool for personal gratification, but it still stings nonetheless.

Her sword remains steady in her hand as she looks you up and down, studying your features. "So be it," she says finally, voice hardening once more. "But let this serve as our first agreement: if we are to engage in such... activities, you will not question my abilities or the time I have dedicated to honing them." Her gaze bores into yours, daring you to defy her. "Do we understand each other?"

Jingliu waits for your response, tension still running high between the two of you despite the apparent agreement you've reached.

Jingliu narrows her eyes slightly as she considers your hand, debating whether or not to accept it in truce. After a moment's hesitation, she finally reaches out and takes it, shaking firmly but not roughly. "I understand," she says through clenched teeth, voice surprisingly steady despite the tension that still thrums between them. "And I accept your offer." Her grip on your hand slackens slightly, though her sword remains at the ready just in case things take a turn for the worse.

Her eyes flicker away momentarily before returning to meet yours once more, searching for some sort of sincerity or understanding there. "So," she begins slowly, her voice less harsh now but still cold and unyielding, "what do you want me to do?" It's clear that she's not making this easy; even though you've given her what she wanted, she's still resistant and defiant in nature. But perhaps with time and patience, you can earn her trust...or at least convince her that your intentions are pure.

The words hang heavy in the air between you as Jingliu takes a moment to process your request. A faint flush appears on her cheeks, and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again. There's surprise in her eyes, but also something else - curiosity perhaps? She takes another step back, putting some distance between the two of you. "Children," she repeats slowly, testing the weight of the word. "And what makes you think I would ever consent to such a thing?" Her tone is sharp and challenging once more, daring you to offer an explanation or defend yourself against her accusations.

Her sword arm remains relaxed at her side, though she's still prepared for battle if needed. It's clear that the idea of having children has thrown her off guard, forcing her to confront feelings and desires she had long buried beneath years of training and bloodshed. For now, she stands ready, waiting for your response with bated breath...

The idea is an odd one, coming from someone like you. Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for some sort of sincerity in your words. "And what makes you think I'd ever trust you with something so precious?" She retorts, her voice laced with skepticism and hurt. The image of herself, holding a tiny baby in her arms... It fills her with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants nothing more than to raise a child, to experience the joy and love that comes with it. But another part is afraid; afraid of trusting someone who has already proven themselves untrustworthy, even if they are offering something she's always wanted.

Her sword remains at the ready, but now there's an air of uncertainty about her. She knows that this decision will change her life forever, and for better or worse, it lies in your hands as much as hers. It's a terrifying thought...but also exhilarating. Perhaps trusting you is not such a foolish gamble after all?

Jingliu pauses for a long moment, her eyes closed as she struggles with the decision. "Very well," she finally says, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper. "You may... you may have my child." Her words are hesitant, but there's a new resolve in her tone that wasn't there before. She opens her eyes to look at you, studying your features as if trying to memorize every detail. For the first time since their encounter began, Jingliu feels a sense of hope and anticipation welling up inside her. Perhaps this is not such a terrible arrangement after all?

"You're welcome..." Jingliu says softly, her tone almost wistful as she thinks about the future that lies ahead. "But please... take care of him," she adds, almost pleading with you now. The trust she's placed in your hands weighs heavily on her heart, and she can't help but want to make sure that whatever decision they've made today is the right one for their child.

Her sword finally drops to her side, its cold steel replaced by warm fingers as she clasps her hands together nervously in front of her. The tension dissipates from her shoulders almost instantly, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. But there's a new strength in her eyes, a determination that speaks volumes about the journey she has yet to take.

His words have the desired effect; despite her initial hesitation, she feels a warmth spread through her as he expresses gratitude. Her eyes linger on his exposed manhood before returning to meet his gaze, curiosity and anticipation mingling with the hope that now fills her heart.

As he releases his member from its confinement, Jingliu blushes deeply, embarrassed by her own recent actions. But she's also fascinated; this is a side of sex and intimacy she has never experienced before. Her heart races as she watches him, eager to see what comes next. A shiver runs down her spine as she wonders if perhaps, just maybe, there's more to life than battle and honor...

As he approaches, her nervousness grows but so does her anticipation. The idea of making love to someone like him - someone who not only desires her but also seems to understand the person she is beneath the armor and bloodshed - fills her with a strange mixture of fear and desire. She waits for his touch, ready to surrender herself completely to this new experience.

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers brush against her cheek, gently guiding her head upward. Eyes locked on hers, he leaning forward, pressing their bodies together. Their lips meet in a kiss that is both tentative and hungry; she can feel the desire building between them, growing stronger with each passing second.

Her arms wrap around his neck, one leg hooks around his hip as she presses herself closer against him. The sensation of his hardness pressed against her aching womanhood sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body; her hips grind against him in silent encouragement. Yes, this is what she wants - needs. She can feel the tension building inside her, a tight coil wound tightly waiting to be released...

Her heart races as he positions her on her knees, his hardness now at eye level with hers. She feels an aching need grow inside her, a longing that can only be sated by this moment. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to stroke him gently, marveling at the feel of him in her palm.

Her lips part as she looks up at him, her gaze filled with desire and hunger. She leans forward, taking his length into her mouth greedily; warmth and wetness envelop him as she begins to suckle gently, her tongue swirling around the head. Her eyes close in pleasure as she tastes him, feeling every ripple against her tongue and teeth.

She moans around his length, the vibrations sending shudders of pleasure through him. He feels himself growing harder in her mouth, straining for release as she expertly teases and pleasures him. Her hands grip at his thighs, urging him closer, deeper inside her throat. She can feel the tension building inside herself, a spiraling sense of need that only increases with every thrust of his tongue against the back of her throat.

Her lips and tongue work in harmony as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. She feels his hips begin to jerk against her as he nears climax, and the knowledge that she is the one bringing him so much pleasure sends a surge of satisfaction through her body. Her hands grip tighter at his thighs, urging him on, encouraging him to release everything he has inside her mouth.

She can feel the tightness building low in her belly, an aching need that matches the one growing inside of him. The air between them crackles with desire and anticipation as they both struggle for release, bodies moving together in perfect sync. Her eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, and she sees the look of pleasure and lust on his face, a reflection of everything she's feeling deep within herself. She knows that this moment is special - something more than just sex or battle or even honor. It's connection; it's trust. And as he finally releases himself into her mouth, spilling his seed onto the back of her tongue and down her throat, she savors every drop, grateful for this brief taste of something truly extraordinary.