Because I Cannot Hurt You - Chapter 4: The head of the Han family

Mechanics fix things.Fighters break ‘em.Those were the two truths Perry lived back on Earth. When he got isekai’d into a young noble with newfound magical powers, he found himself stuck with an awful choice. Try to survive on the Front, the mystical battleground where Hydras and Devils roamed free… Or find another way.So he took an oath. An oath that made him a Magus Dominus. A mage lord. He’d escaped his fate, least for the moment.For most his life, Perry was used to being alone. When he got sucked into Ro'an, he was suddenly thrust into the role of surrogate son to his loyal servant and half-brother to a tempestuous Storm mage. With their help, Perry prepared his best to be lord and protector for his domain. And if he fought a few monsters, and helped a few people along the way, well…Mechanics fix things. And fighters break ‘em.-Progression Fantasy with light LitRPG elements-No romance-Kingdom building and magic progression

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

If life could start over, how would you choose?Would you still choose to be an ordinary person, perhaps with inner brilliance but unknown to others, watching the clouds roll by from a high vantage point?Or would you take the world as your stage, stirring up the winds and clouds, making the entire world dance around you, causing people's hearts to race with your every word and action?Everyone loves Mr. Lynch, everyone cannot do without him!Write your own laws, set down the rules I say, in this short span of life, either light up yourself or ignite the world!

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.