As the aloof master, I am completely dominated and trained by my rebellious disciple [Female protagonist's first-perso

"Your spiritual transmission... why is your aura so chaotic? Has an old injury flared up? Or has your cultivation gone awry?" Without even giving me a chance to refuse again, the previously impregnable barrier of my meditation chamber let out a mournful groan of being overwhelmed. My pupils constricted, and I watched helplessly as the barrier, shimmering with a faint blue aura, was precisely pierced and dissolved at an extremely hidden node. It was a blind spot in the formation that only I knew, a testament to the array mastery I had once imparted to her without reservation. "Creak—" The heavy sandalwood door was pushed open a crack. The wind and snow were violently swept in, carrying a chill colder than ice and snow, yet unable to dispel the increasingly thick, sweet, and warm fragrance within the room. Si Xueqing's figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the light. She put away the formation-breaking array disk in her hand, her gaze sweeping over the screen, and landed directly on me. In that instant, I felt not like a master sitting on a high platform, but like prey stripped of its fur, nailed naked to a chopping block. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a flick of her wrist, shutting out the wind, snow, and clamor once more. This time, the secluded chamber became a true cage. "Master, you're sweating." She approached, holding the untouched cup of spiritual tea. The hem of her pink skirt trailed on the floor, making a rustling sound, each step like a pluck on my heartstrings. The concern on her face was flawless, yet in her clear black and white eyes, she reflected my disheveled appearance, my flushed face, my utter disarray. "Since Master is feeling unwell, and even your spiritual transmission is so weak..." She walked to the cold jade couch and looked down at me, who was struggling to maintain composure, gently placing the teacup beside my pillow. "Then this disciple can only personally 'serve' Master her medicine." The cup of tea was within my reach, its steaming heat concealing that unique, cold fragrance that both haunted my dreams and made me recoil. The [Extreme Yin Charm Bone] was acting up, and the desires it generated were being fanned by every breath, stirring the evil fire in the depths of my dantian that I had so painstakingly suppressed. I took a deep breath, attempting to mobilize the remaining ice spiritual energy within my body to seal off my wildly screaming senses. The chill from the cold jade bed seeped through my robes into my skin, but no matter how hard I tried, it couldn't cool the hot, thin layer of sweat on my back. My fingernails dug deeply into my palm, and using that minuscule sting of pain, I forced myself to lift my gaze to meet Si Xueqing's seemingly obedient, yet unfathomably deep, eyes. "Presumptuous." The moment the word left my lips, I regretted it. The reprimand, which should have been as sharp and cold as frost and snow, was now as flimsy as a wisp of smoke that could be blown away by the wind, its tail end even carrying a slight tremor. My throat felt terribly dry, each swallow like rough sandpaper scraping against it. I subtly shifted back half an inch, trying to create distance between myself and the teacup, and between myself and this person. My fingers tightened their grip on the brocade cushion beneath me. "Trespassing into my meditation chamber without summons, breaking the restrictions... Si Xueqing, is this the discipline I've taught you all these years?" I stared into her eyes, trying to find a sliver of guilt or fear that would allow me to reclaim a shred of my dignity as a master. "Put down the teacup. Go to the Hall of Punishment immediately and receive your punishment from your junior sister. Meditate facing the wall for three days, and do not step out." I spoke agonizingly slowly, each word squeezed out as if from between clenched teeth. I fought to control every muscle in my face, not to let the fleeting pain betray me. The soft flesh on the inner side of my thighs was spasming uncontrollably due to extreme desire, forcing me to press my legs tightly together, using the cover of my wide sleeves to firmly suppress the area that was shamefully beginning to moisten. Si Xueqing did not move. She maintained her half-kneeling posture before the couch, her pink skirt fanning out like petals on the cold floor. Hearing my scolding, she lowered her head slightly, revealing a section of her fair, delicate nape, appearing so fragile as if a gust of wind could topple her. "This disciple knows her mistake." Her voice was as soft as a feather, gently brushing against my taut heartstrings. "Trespassing into the meditation chamber is a grave disrespect. This disciple will go and receive her punishment now." At these words, my tightly held shoulders involuntarily relaxed for a moment. However, the next instant, the relief that had just surfaced was completely shattered by her subsequent action. She did not rise to leave. Instead, she crawled forward half a step, once again closing in on my couch. Her warm hands, with extreme naturalness, picked up the still steaming cup of spiritual tea and brought it to my lips. "But Master..." She looked up, her clear black and white eyes brimming with a watery sheen of 'concern,' yet inexplicably sending a chill down my spine. "Your complexion is truly too poor. This medicinal tea will lose its efficacy if it cools, and if Master doesn't drink it, this disciple will still feel uneasy even if she goes to the Hall of Punishment." The rim of the teacup touched my tightly pursed lips. The fragrance of the Youluo Lotus, at such close proximity, was like a tangible aphrodisiac poison, instantly igniting the long-accumulated heat within me. "Drink this cup of tea, and this disciple will go and receive her punishment... alright, Master?" Her tone was gentle and lingering, like coaxing a willful child, and like a hunter savoring the final struggles of prey caught in a trap. I couldn't bear to look at her like this.

"No... Xueqing... I am your master... *sob*..." I watched in despair as she wrapped the cold rope around my ankles. The rope dug into the skin encased in white silk, the rough texture a stark contrast to the delicate feel of the stockings. Her movements were incredibly skilled, clearly not her first time doing something like this. The rope snaked up my calves, tied a knot mid-thigh, then looped around the back of my neck, forcibly pulling my legs apart into an inescapable M-shape. As the knot tightened, my private parts were completely exposed to the air. My engorged labia parted helplessly without the cover of my legs, my tender pink vulva like a hungry little mouth, still quivering and leaking clear arousal fluid. "What a magnificent sight." Ziyun fanned herself with a silk fan as she leaned closer, her seductive eyes fixed on my defenseless lower body, her gaze so sticky it felt like a tongue licking. She extended her index finger, pointing at my trembling clitoris from a distance. "Thank you, Sister, for showing these legs. It's a shame they're usually hidden beneath your robes. Now, paired with this white silk and the medicinal liquid, they're even more alluring than the top courtesans of our Demonic Cult's Joyful Union Sect or Bliss Pavilion." She licked her lips, then reached into the air with her other hand and produced a recording stone. "Such beauty, wouldn't it be a waste not to capture it? When the righteous and demonic paths clash again, I'll project this image into the sky above the battlefield. I imagine the expressions on those hypocritical righteous disciples will be quite amusing." At the mention of "recording stone," my body stiffened abruptly, my heart clenching as if grasped by an invisible hand. "No... no!" I shook my head desperately, tears flying off my face and landing on the cold jade bed. "Ziyun... kill me... please... don't record..." If this scene were made public, I would rather my soul be scattered into oblivion right now. "That's not up to you, Sister Xie." Ziyun giggled uncontrollably, about to inject spiritual energy into the recording stone. A fair hand suddenly intervened, pressing down on Ziyun's wrist. "No." Si Xueqing's voice was cold, as cold as the eternal snow outside Sword Pavilion. The smile vanished from her face, replaced by an almost obsessive gloom. "These legs, this state... only I get to see." Ziyun paused, seemingly surprised that this junior, who usually showed her utmost respect, dared to speak to her like this. She raised an eyebrow, attempting to break free, but found Si Xueqing's grip surprisingly strong. The spiritual energy contained within that seemingly slender wrist was no less than her own, a Demonic Cult Venerable. "Oh? Sister Xueqing is... possessive?" Ziyun's surprise flickered and disappeared. "Don't forget, I'm the one who gave you this Netherworld Lotus." "A deal is a deal." Si Xueqing refused to back down, a terrifying possessiveness churning in her dark eyes. She turned her head, her gaze falling upon my fully exposed flesh, her eyes instantly becoming infatuated and fervent. "Master's everything... even a single strand of hair, belongs to me. Sister Ziyun can look, can play, but taking the images away... absolutely impossible." In that moment, I felt a ridiculous sense of relief. Compared to being scrutinized by the entire world, becoming the private possession of this unfilial disciple seemed like my only salvation. Ziyun stared at Si Xueqing for a moment, then finally shrugged and put away the recording stone. "Fine, fine, you little lunatic." She waved her hand dismissively, her gaze returning to me, her smile deepening. "Since I can't record it, I'll just have to make the most of the time... and enjoy it thoroughly." She reached out, her fingernails painted with purple lacquer, and without a hint of mercy, dug into my wet, soft vagina. It was almost a deathly illusion. Ziyun's fingers lacked the thrilling technique of Xueqing; instead, they were filled with the unbridled and brutal nature of a demonic cultivator. Her purple-lacquered nails scraped mercilessly against the most sensitive part of my inner self, with no buffer, as if intending to directly mash the already engorged tender flesh. "Ah—!!" An uncontrollable cry of pain erupted from the depths of my throat. This was not the usual stoicism of a cultivator, enduring even injuries without a whimper, but a shriek like a snapped lute string. In that instant, my spine felt pierced by a violent current, and my body reacted instinctively and intensely. My legs, forcibly spread into an M-shape by the Immortal Binding Rope, spasmed violently, my calves, previously restrained, snapping outwards uncontrollably. My feet, clad in white silk and made incredibly slippery by the Thousand Threads Infusion, cut a desperate arc through the air. *Thump.* A dull thud. Followed by the rustling sound of fabric friction. The heel of my left foot, its hardest point, landed squarely on a soft yet resilient obstruction. The world seemed to freeze at that moment. My unfocused pupils snapped into sharp focus, a result of extreme terror. What greeted my eyes was Si Xueqing's slightly recoiling body, and the slowly unfolding pleats on the pinkish-red flowing immortal dress at her chest. I had kicked her. I had kicked the one who now controlled my every life and disgrace, the one who had never truly shown anger even when inflicting the most brutal punishments upon me.

The current, which had almost shattered my soul, finally paused for a moment. Or rather, it wasn't that the current stopped, but that my overwhelmed body, in its state of continuous overload, experienced a fleeting numbness. This brief void offered me a chance to catch my breath, and my reason, already reduced to dust, struggled to reassemble itself under the drive of survival instinct. The bone-chilling cold of the jade bed pressed against my spine, yet it couldn't quell the molten lava of heat churning within me. I gasped for air, my vision blurring as I looked towards the rosy figure by the bed. Si Xueqing was lowering her head, her expression focused as she adjusted the silver ring on my ankle that was humming ominously. It was as if it weren't an instrument of torture for her master, but a piece of art requiring meticulous refinement. "Xue... Xueqing..." I heard my own voice, like it was being pulled from a worn-out bellows, dry, hoarse, and trembling uncontrollably. Si Xueqing's hands paused. Without looking up, she simply let out a soft "Mm," her voice trailing upwards with a hint of careless tenderness. "Take... take it off... please?" I bit down hard on my tongue, attempting to trade pain for a moment of clarity, to prevent myself from uttering more unbearable pleas. "I promise you... that contract... those three months, I'll do whatever you say. Besides that... whatever else you want, as long as it doesn't go against righteousness and justice, I'll comply... I beg you, take this... off." This was my last resort, my greatest concession as a master. I didn't even dare to meet her eyes, only staring fixedly at the familiar cloud patterns on the canopy, trying to maintain the last crumbling defenses in my heart. Si Xueqing finally raised her head. Her exquisitely beautiful face wore the familiar, respectful smile she reserved for her elders. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "What is Master saying?" Her voice was as soft as a spring stream, yet it instantly froze my blood. "Isn't what your disciple is doing now precisely to help Master 'listen' better?" She leaned forward slightly, her warm breath fanning my ear, sending an uncontrollable shiver through me. "You see, your body is so dishonest. You say you'll obey me, but these legs..." Her gaze traced a path down my neck, over my heaving chest, finally settling on my legs, which were forced apart and spasming uncontrollably. "Even bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, you still had the strength to kick just now, didn't you? This means your disciple hasn't served you diligently enough, hasn't made Master completely yield." "No... that's not it... it's because..." "Shh—" Her slender index finger gently pressed against my lips, silencing my pale defense. "Master doesn't need to explain. Your disciple understands. It's the 'Extreme Yin Charm Bone' acting up, the poison in your body hasn't been fully expelled. While this 'Lotus Step' is a bit forceful, it's the most effective way to 'clear' your meridians and force out that accumulated internal fire." Before she finished speaking, her fingertips moved slightly, as if injecting spiritual energy into the silver ring. "Zzz—" If the previous current was like a thousand ants gnawing at my bones, then this intensified stimulation was like countless fine steel needles simultaneously piercing the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of my foot, surging madly along the three Yin meridians of the foot. "Ah—! Haa...!" I threw my head back violently, my long neck taut like a string on the verge of snapping. My small feet, clad in white silk, were completely out of my control. My ten toes curled tightly together, my insteps arched to their limit, as if desperately trying to grasp some lifeline in the void. But this wasn't the most terrifying part. The medicinal effects, catalyzed to their extreme by the "Thousand Silk Pull" and "Bone Erosion Joy," were now guided by this current, deviating from their downward trajectory and surging upwards, straight towards my chest. "Mmm... hot... my chest feels so hot..." I felt the fabric on my chest—that damned lace bra I was still wearing—suddenly become incredibly tight. My already engorged and hardened nipples felt like they were about to explode with pain. That pain mingled with an indescribable ache, as if something was accumulating and expanding wildly within my milk ducts, desperate to find an exit. The Luo Luotan Flower liquid Si Xueqing had applied to my nipples earlier was now acting as the perfect catalyst. "That's..." Zi Yun, standing nearby, suddenly exclaimed, forgetting to fan herself. "Oh my, I didn't expect the medicinal effects to reach even here when they act up?" Following her gaze, I lowered my head in horror.

"Master, you see, with just a little punishment, your body becomes so obedient. These legs are trembling so violently, are they begging for me? Or are they begging for the current to be a little stronger?" One hand gripped my still trembling ankle. Even through the silk stocking, I could feel the heat of her palm. She gently caressed the skin beneath the silver anklet, as if soothing a startled wild beast. "Since Master is so full of energy, we'll keep this on the whole way. After all... besides me, no one else will ever see the 'Cold Light Immortal' in such a state of incontinence and twitching, only able to climax from electrical stimulation." She chuckled softly, leaning down. Her warm lips pressed against my heaving chest, and on the nipple that still ached faintly, she bestowed a gentle yet possessive kiss. Deprived of sight and hearing, even the right to vocalize sealed away, all I had left was my infinitely amplified sense of touch, and the restless heat within me, like a maggot clinging to bone. This was a torture more soul-crushing than a thousand cuts. I couldn't see where she was, couldn't hear her footsteps, but I knew she was not far. Perhaps sitting by the couch, sipping spiritual tea, while admiring this body of mine, played to the point of collapse. This unknown fear made my nerves hyper-sensitive. I tried to calm myself, to enter a meditative state as I did during my usual retreats. However, the pair of silver anklets, the 'Lotus Steps', on my ankles gave me no chance to breathe. "Zzzzt..." Though I couldn't hear the sound of the current, the sensation of that tingling, stinging electricity shooting up from my ankles to the base of my thighs was clearer than any sound. At irregular intervals—perhaps a quarter of an hour, perhaps an hour—the current would intensify without warning. Each intensification forced my long legs, encased in white silk, into violent spasms. The friction of the stockings against the couch, the muscle contractions stimulated by the current, and the shameful waves of heat surging from my private parts, the wetness sliding down my inner thighs... all of it was amplified manifold in the darkness. And the most terrifying thing was, I never knew where the next touch would land. Sometimes, it was a cool finger, lightly tracing my exquisitely sensitive spine, sending shivers through me. Sometimes, it was a warm, damp cloth, slowly wiping my leaking nipples, the shame of being cared for like a pet making me want to faint. Other times, there was nothing, only her gaze, which felt tangible, lingering on my private parts, my breasts, making me feel a burning sensation of being watched, even with my eyes closed. "Mmm..." Only a faint sigh escaped my throat. My hands were tied behind my back with pink silk ropes, the bindings digging painfully into my wrists. I was like a lamb awaiting slaughter, naked, clad only in those decadent white stockings, waiting in the darkness for the hunter named "Beloved Disciple" to do as she pleased. After an unknown amount of time, the dizzying sensation of weightlessness suddenly vanished, replaced by a slight vibration. The flying ship... had stopped? Before I could even react, a cool stream of spiritual energy surged into my sea of consciousness. The forbidden technique that had sealed my five senses was quietly lifted. Light pierced my eyes, momentarily blinding me. I instinctively squinted, and the crisp sound of birdsong and the gentle murmur of flowing water reached my ears. "Master, we've arrived."