Chapter 92: [+18]

The poison in the violet thorn wasn’t just a toxin—it was a catastrophic aphrodisiac and spiritual accelerant native to the deep Qing Yan’s Genesis-level core, mixing her natural fire with a wild, uncontrollable heat that demanded immediate release.

When my Ascendent aura tried to suppress the

energy inside her, it only acted like gasoline thrown onto a roaring bonfire.

A blinding flash of violet-and-gold fire exploded outward from her chest, blowing away chunks of the stone wall behind us. The temperature in the cave skyrocketed in seconds, turning the air into a suffocating mist of heated steam.

“Ahhhhh…!”

Qing Yan let out a shattered

gasp that tore straight from the bottom of her soul. Her eyes wide open, completely dilated, the irises flashing with an intoxicating, wild violet light. Her reason, her inhibitions, her entire conscious mind had been entirely swept away by the raging flood of heat rushing through her veins.

She wasn’t just in pain; she was burning up from the inside, her body screaming for relief.

Before I could process what was happening, Qing Yan come forward with sudden desperate speed. She straddled my lap, pinning me back against the stone of the cave floor.

“Wait Qing yan, get a hold of yourself, what are you doing” i said try to push her away.

“Barry… it’s… it’s too hot… I can’t breathe…” she sobbed frantically, her voice filled with

unadulterated desire.

She tossed her head back, her long hair spilling like liquid silk over my shoulders. In her fevered delirium, her clothes—already singed by the sudden flare of her core—parted completely down the front.

*Fwump!*

Her magnificent breasts sprang free, pressing directly against my face and chest. The sheer, suffocating softness of her body, combined with skin radiating like a living furnace, hit me like a physical blow. Her left nipple, hardened to a rigid peak from the fever, brushed right against my cheek, sending a sudden, electric jolt straight down my spine.

‘Ahh shit she is completely out of her mind and if she keep this up i don’t think i can hold myself back for long ‘

I froze, my eyes widening in pure shock. “Qing Yan, wait, your core—”

“Shut up… just… take me!” she whimpered, her voice a breathless, seductive wail.

She ground her hips down against me with frantic, uncalculated desperation. The friction sent a wave of heat straight through my trousers, instantly waking up my own dormant arousal.

The poison had turned her into a creature of pure instinct, and her instincts wanted only one thing: total, absolute surrender to the man holding her.

“You’re completely out of your mind,” I groaned, a dangerous, thrilling grin breaking through my shock. “If you wanted to burn down the cave, you should’ve just said so.”

‘Wait, her eyes?,it is burning with the same colour of that flower could it be because of that? I have to help her’

I get up holding her shoulder and trying to push her away.

Qing Yan, look at me,” Barry said, his voice dropping an octave as he gripped her trembling shoulders. ” Focus your breath. Do not let that energy take control of your core.”

Her breathing was ragged, coming in shallow, desperate gasps that rattled her chest. The magnificent rise and fall of her torso was violently erratic, her Genesis-level core struggling frantically against the sudden, toxic surge of heat. A fine sheen of sweat coated her pale skin, making her look both fragile and dangerously intoxicating under the flickering light of the campfire.

Her skin, usually cool and composed, was burning up like a live coal. Faint, pulsing violet veins crept up her neck, casting an eerie, mesmerizing shadow across her collarbone.

“I… I can’t…” Qing Yan whimpered, her voice cracking with sheer terror and a strange, overwhelming heat that was rapidly melting her inhibitions. Her eyes, usually sharp and guarded, were now wide, dilated, and swimming with a wild, fevered haze. “Barry… it’s burning everything… my thoughts… I can’t hold it back…”

“Fight it,” Barry urged, pressing his palms against her wrists, trying to channel his own Ascendent aura to form a protective barrier around her meridian channels. “You’ve survived demon captivity, you’ve survived a horde of shadow beasts. You are stronger than a stray toxin from a weed.”

He pushed his energy forward, intending to gently flush the poison out. But the moment his power made contact with her erratic core, it didn’t work either, it only make it worse.

A

wave of heat exploded outward, forcing Barry to instinctively recoil a few inches. The sudden shockwave whipped her long hair across her face, framing her flushed, impossibly gorgeous features in a chaotic halo of dark strands.

Qing Yan let out a low, helpless moan. The poison had completely bypassed her defenses, twisting into a profound, aching vulnerability. The sheer sensory overload had stripped away every layer of her pride, leaving only desperate instinct.

She looked at Barry—really looked at him—kneeling right in front of her, his expression a mix of fierce protection and hesitation.

“Barry…” she whispered.

Before he could react, Qing Yan lunged forward again. There was no hesitation left in her movements. She closed the distance between them, her hands gripping the lapels, With a sudden, surprising burst of fever-fueled strength, she pulled him down, capturing his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

“Hmm, uhmm…wait–”

Barry froze, his eyes widening in total shock. It wasn’t a calculated move; it was the act of a drowning person clinging to the only solid thing in a raging storm. Her lips were scorching hot, tasting of sweet nectar and wild fire, moving against his with a desperate, unbridled hunger.

“Ahh, Qing Yan—wait—” Barry tried to pull back, his hands hovering uncertainly in the air, caught between his instinct as a warrior to protect her and the sudden wave of tension building between them.

She didn’t let him retreat. Whimpering softly, she pressed her full body against his, Her hips shifted instinctively, closing any remaining space between them, her curves pressing flush against his frame with a breathtaking, agonizing intimacy.

There was no more time for talk. The poison was eating away at her Genesis core, threatening to shatter her meridians.

I flipped our positions in a blur of spatial movement, pinning her back against the soft furs we had laid out near the hearth, my body towering over hers.

“Fuck it i can’t hold it back anymore “