Chapter 1193 - 190: Super Cultivation—Bayonetta’s Moonlight and Su Li’s Divine Chosen Realm_2

Chapter 1193: Chapter 190: Super Cultivation—Bayonetta’s Moonlight and Su Li’s Divine Chosen Realm_2

"Mmm..." Bayonetta’s shattered whimper was stuck deep in her throat, transforming into scorching sighs on Su Li’s cheek. Her arms clinging around his neck tightened further, her nails almost digging into his flesh, as though he was the only driftwood in a stormy sea. Her body convulsed violently, the arches of her feet pressed against the cold ground, desperately yearning for a closer embrace. The bone-eroding emptiness that tormented her for so long, instead of easing, magnified into an overwhelming flood under Su Li’s dominant intrusion, tossing her high and fiercely plunging her into an abyss of senses.

Her mind blurred completely, sinking into a purely tempestuous sensory assault. Tears silently slid down, indistinguishable between extreme pain and the curse-distorted yet incredibly real pleasure. The curse’s flames rampaged through her bloodline as if countless tiny, reverse-spiked thorns were growing and spreading inside her, bringing tearing pain and a numbness impossible to endure. This flame carried a sticky, nauseatingly sweet scent, the vile imprint of Slaanesh’s corrosion.

Yet, at the center of this chaotic vortex, a distinctly different coolness quietly seeped in from the meeting of their lips, like spring water. This cool sensation was extremely faint, like a firefly in the towering flames of the curse. But Bayonetta’s nearly collapsing senses instantly captured it! It was like touching a sweet spring in Purgatory. Instinctively, greedily, she sucked on it, her heated tongue more urgently chasing Su Li’s, trying to grasp more of that life-saving coolness.

His hand no longer just clasped her waist and back; one hot, irresistibly powerful hand moved down along her violently heaving spine. His fingertips, separated by luxurious fabrics long soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin, felt the taut muscle lines and subtle tremors of her smooth back. The fabric, like a second skin, outlined breathtaking curves. His touch had the intent of exploration as well as the power to soothe, and wherever it passed, it seemed to temporarily suppress those curse-thorns writhing madly beneath her skin.

Bayonetta arched her body sharply, releasing a short, high-pitched gasp. Su Li’s palm seemed to carry an electric current; wherever it touched, that tearing pain oddly subsided, replaced by a deeper, more shivering numbness, surging from the spine to the head. Unconsciously, she pressed her body closer against him, as though to completely offer herself to the only source that could alleviate her pain.

Their breaths became thoroughly disordered, intertwined into a sweltering mist. Su Li’s other hand cradled her neck, fingertips with thin calluses caressing her delicate, burning skin, forcing her to receive his kiss more deeply. His breath enveloped her, the scent mixed with his masculine aura and the strange coolness becoming the only anchor in her chaotic world. The curse’s flames continued to burn, but at this moment, they seemed to be drawn in a new direction—not just simply destroying her, but in the intense, plundering and sacrificial entanglement, being forcibly stripped away and converted.

Bayonetta felt like a cold iron thrown into a furnace. On one side was the ultimate pain of curse burning her body, on the other was the strange comfort Su Li brought, mixing cold and heat. Ice and fire waged a frantic battle and fusion within her. Every deep entanglement of their lips and tongues, every soothing pressure of his large hands, was like a precise ’poison extraction’. That viscous, sickly-sweet curse energy, like moths drawn to a flame, was gradually ’captured’ by the breath he transferred, being forcibly extracted from her bloodline, flowing upstream along their closely connected channel...

The process was painful and chaotic. Bayonetta’s body was sometimes taut like a bowstring, enduring the agony of being peeled away in violent spasms; sometimes soft as spring water, sinking into the intense yet short-lived relief that followed. Her consciousness repeatedly jumped across the boundary of clarity and delirium, last night’s dream fragments fiercely overlapping with reality. Su Li’s young and well-defined face, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, eventually perfectly coincided with the image of that ’rough conqueror’ from her dreams. Shame, despair, forcibly bestowed solace, and at this moment, indescribably complex feelings, surged in her heart.

Su Li was also enduring a massive impact. The lunar energy Bayonetta transmitted into him surged into him, trying to erode his will and ignite a similar fire of desire. The bloodline power within him operated at full capacity, like a scorching furnace, forcibly dismantling, purifying, and absorbing that filthy energy. He could feel the power growing, but more clearly sensed the woman’s life in his arms drifting and returning in a fierce tug-of-war. Her every tremor, every whimper, pulled at his nerves. He held her tight, responding with deeper kisses, stronger embraces; it was both taking and giving, and also support.

Time lost its meaning. In the confined space, only heavy breathing, suppressed whimpers, the rustling of fabrics, and that invisible yet intense exchange of energies remained.

The curse energy rampaging within Bayonetta, like a filthy mire, was forcibly stripped away, devoured under Su Li’s ’purification’. Yet at the depths of this filth, a distinctly different, cold and pure power, like a moon obscured by mud, finally revealed itself!