Chapter 56: Punishment

( ) Chapter 67 Punishment

Li Bucai said, "No, I told you I'd stay here with you tonight; even if you fall asleep, I'll remain here, so since you're a bit better now, go to sleep without worry."

Wan'er indeed felt a little drowsy and said, "What about the Lord then?"

"I'm right here; if you feel any discomfort, just call me."

"Wan'er is only a servant; how could the Lord stay at a servant's door late at night?"

"No problem, I'm not in the mood for sleep anyway, so staying put is fine. I can use this chance to practice Martial God Mantra and look after my Wan'er—a win‑win, why not? So you don't need to think so much; just go back and sleep. Go."

Wan'er nodded apologetically and said, "If the Lord gets hungry or thirsty, call Wan'er. Though I'm not as skilled as Yan Qiu, I've learned a lot from Yan Qiu these days, so I can manage."

"Alright."

Wan'er then slowly walked toward the bedroom, glancing back every few steps as if the Lord might leave without notice, until she reached the bedside, where the door stood wide open and the garments lay on the bed.

Li Bucai finally withdrew his gaze, sat cross‑legged, closed his eyes, and summoned War God qi to circulate nonstop within his body. In recent days his body has recovered so quickly; besides Rushi's daily nourishing meals, it is largely thanks to spending each night extensively practicing Martial God Mantra for breath regulation.

After a week passed, Li Bucai slowly opened his eyes; having slept half the day, his body was nearly healed, and when he clenched his fist it felt as strong as before. It seems tomorrow he can set out to hunt Illusory Pigs. He learned from Yan Qiu that Illusory Pigs are the most valuable edible beasts among first‑rank quadrupeds on this continent; their meat is rich, and a mature one yields a hundred‑plus units of food.

At that moment Li Bucai sensed something odd, as if a pair of eyes were watching him; he glanced toward Wan'er's bedroom—no one on the bed, and by the door Wan'er's small half‑face suddenly withdrew.

"What's wrong, feeling uncomfortable again?" Li Bucai quickly asked.

Wan'er, realizing he had noticed, stepped out from the doorway, her timid voice saying, "No... not yet, just... I just inexplicably worry, so I can't fall asleep..."

Li Bucai smiled, "What, worried I'd slip away secretly?"

Wan'er lowered her head, neither answering nor denying.

Li Bucai said, "If you don't mind, perhaps... I..."

His words were cut off; Wan'er hurriedly nodded, showing a hint of joy, and said, "Hmm! I am the Lord's Wan'er, how could I mind? When the Lord is outside, I always feel he'll leave me, so I can't close my eyes." She looked at him timidly, yearning to be by his side.

Li Bucai nodded, gently stroked her fragrant back, helped her onto the bed, pulled a chair to sit beside it, grasped the small hands resting on her abdomen, and softly said, "Now, hold my hand, and you won't fear me slipping away, sleep." With his other hand he lightly ran through her hair, letting her relax, making her feel comfortable; drowsiness rose, she returned a grateful smile and slowly closed her eyes.

Soon, the sound of her deep breathing in sleep was heard.

Li Bucai, by the lamp's light, quietly watched her sleeping posture, full of beauty, which inevitably sparked his fantasies; alas, she is not yet fully healthy, otherwise...

At this point Wan'er, weary of her position, suddenly turned over, grasped Li Bucai's hand, moved to the pillow, placed it under her head, and lay on her side facing him.

Wan'er emerged from a bath, wearing only a thin robe, no undergarments; one side of the robe hung naturally, revealing a half‑plump peach.

Li Bucai couldn't help but swallow, gestured toward it twice, hesitated, and using the gap created by pulling up the robe's collar, his fingers touched the area.

It was large, soft, supple, and elastic—he wanted to examine it further, but as the Village Chief he couldn't take advantage now. So after fixing the robe, he withdrew his hand, trying to shift his focus elsewhere.

After about half an hour of sound sleep, Wan'er on the bed suddenly began twisting continuously, occasionally emitting a sad sigh; the scorching heat returned, tormenting her awake.

Crying, she said, "Lord... I... I... I'm so sad... what should I do..."

Li Bucai hurriedly asked, "Shall we go to the bathroom?"

"But even after bathing, I'll become like this again..."

Li Bucai looked at her helpless expression, feeling a pang, touched her forehead as if she had a high fever, thinking: perhaps now the blood is in conflict, needing a period for the internal organs to adapt; with external cooling it may settle, the body still can't accept the current blood; perhaps breaking through this barrier will heal her.

He rose, held her hands, and said, "I know you're very sad now, but endure a bit; hold on and you'll be fine."

Wan'er nodded, but as her body grew hotter she involuntarily twisted continuously, breathing rapidly, her face reddening, and even the skin on her neck and arms turning pink.

Li Bucai, seeing her seem about to burn, worried about danger, said, "If you truly can't bear it, just tell me, and I'll take you to the bathroom right away."

Wan'er struggled, nodded, and her twisting intensified, making it hard for Li Bucai to fully control her with his arms.

"How does it feel?"

"I can... still endure."

As soon as the words finished, her body began to tremble incessantly, instinctively trying to pull her hand away, but she couldn't overcome Li Bucai's strength; after another violent shudder she suddenly calmed.

"Wan'er, Wan'er?" Li Bucai, seeing her as if dead, called anxiously twice, no echo, probed her breath; it seemed she had stopped breathing, yet her pulse raced faster than normal.

"Under these circumstances there shouldn't be a life threat?" Li Bucai couldn't decide, gently patted her cheek, tried to rouse her, to no avail. With such a rapid heartbeat but no breath, prolonged it could cause oxygen shortage, so he climbed onto the bed, opened her ruby lips, pressed his mouth to hers, and slowly supplied air.

Before the breath finished, he felt her tongue block the air; Li Bucai startled, pulled back and said, "You're awake?"

Wan'er remained as if in a coma, motionless.

"Could it be an illusion?" Li Bucai again pressed his mouth, tried to deliver air, but she blocked it outside his mouth. Very strange, could she already be awake? Thinking this, he turned Artificial Respiration into a heated kiss, slipped his warm tongue into her mouth; she didn't refuse, moved her tongue, intertwining with his.

It can be concluded she's awake, Li Bucai looked up and said, "I know you're fine now; if you don't open your eyes, I won't be polite."

Wan'er still lay flat; the worst part was her clothes were in disarray from the earlier struggle, her two huge chest peaches almost fully exposed, and with her slender waist and long beautiful hips, it was hard to restrain oneself.

"I'm really not being polite?" Li Bucai threatened, seeing she still didn't move, and reached to tease her ticklish spot.

Wan'er finally couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and sat up from the bed.

"You have such nerve, teasing the Lord, knowing the consequences could be severe?" Li Bucai threatened.

Wan'er, however, was unbothered, still laughing: "I never teased the Lord; I just wanted to see how much the Lord truly cares for Wan'er, just joking with the Lord."

"Feel better now?"

"Hmm, I feel much better, Wan'er is back to the old Wan'er... All because the Lord gave Wan'er such a wonderful treasure, knowing she was sad and came to accompany her, now the Lord personally healed her, how can Wan'er repay the Lord's kindness."

"Repay? From now on, stop teasing me, and I'll burn incense."

Wan'er giggled, squatted on the bed in front of Li Bucai, plaintively said, "It's all my fault, Lord so caring, yet I repay with teasing, please punish me."

She bowed, making her two chest peaches fully display before Li Bucai's eyes, fleeting.

"Punishment must be given, but the method..."

"Wan'er is the Lord's Wan'er, punish as you wish..."

At this point, pretending gentleman failed, instead he became a grandson, so he grabbed her slender waist and thrust her into his arms.

Wan'er was startled by his sudden move, but then leaned against his chest, playfully said, "I knew the Lord wouldn't punish me for a joke, I like you, you like me, right?" staring straight at his eyes, waiting for his warm lips to press down, loving this feeling, she had pretended to be unconscious just to get it.

Li Bucai moved his mouth toward her jade ear, whispered, "I like a punishment you enjoy, shall I check your body?"

Wan'er, tickled by his breath, felt dizzy, murmured, "My body is fine, punish me...," her clothes already stripped, one peach held by his big hand, the other in his mouth; she couldn't finish speaking, only a low moan escaped.

Li Bucai laid her flat on the bed, his hot lips wandered continuously over her body that had not a single extra ounce of fat, he lightly pulled her belt, exposing her entire body without cover before his eyes. She half‑closed her eyes, unreservedly allowing him to view every inch of her skin.

At the moment she feels helpless, what follows is his explosive power and endless, ferocious onslaught, which smooths her spirit even as it repeatedly drives her to the pinnacle where spirit and desire merge, a state of near‑divine ecstasy and death…