EVIL RISING AGAIN!-Chapter 5: The First Blood ***

Chapter 5: The First Blood

Days slipped by faster than I expected, each one another carefully placed step on my path to immortality—and, of course, world domination (in due time). Emily was no longer just the girl with the psychology textbook; she was becoming something much more valuable. A puzzle piece fitting perfectly into the web I was weaving, a thread pulling tighter with every glance, every word, every shared secret.

If you're wondering how I manage to juggle all this—cultivation, university, manipulation, and maintaining the illusion of a normal life—well, let's just say multitasking is an art form. And I'm a master artist.

That evening, I found Emily sitting alone in the campus park. Golden hour wrapped her in a warm glow that made her look almost unreal—like she'd stepped out of one of those cheesy romance novels I secretly enjoy mocking. I approached quietly, sliding down beside her, careful to close the distance without startling her.

"Hey," I said softly, trying to sound casual but feeling the familiar thrill of anticipation.

She looked up, surprised but pleased. "Tian Mo! Didn't expect to see you here."

"I've been thinking," I said, voice low and deliberate, "about how much I enjoy our talks. You're... different from most people I meet."

Her cheeks flushed, but she held my gaze steady. "You're pretty different yourself."

I smirked. "Maybe. Or maybe I just see things others don't. Things you're probably too polite to say out loud."

She tilted her head, curiosity flickering. "Like what?"

I reached out, brushing her hand with my fingertips—just enough to send a little spark through the air. "Like how you're craving something more. Something beneath the surface. I see it in your eyes—the longing to be understood, to be truly seen."

Her breath hitched. For a moment, she looked away, cheeks burning. "You're good at reading people," she whispered.

"Not just reading," I said softly.

"Understanding. And I think you're ready to trust someone—someone who can help you find what you're really looking for."

Her eyes searched mine. I let my cultivation technique work quietly, subtly amplifying the pull of her pride and longing. It was a dance I'd practiced—slow, precise, irresistible.

"Maybe I am," she admitted, voice low.

"Maybe I've been waiting for someone like you."

I leaned in, lowering my voice to a whisper.

"Good. Because I want to help you. But first, tell me—what do you want? Deep down?"

She hesitated, vulnerability flickering in her

eyes. "I want to feel alive. To matter. Not just as a student or a friend, but as someone important."

I smiled, feeling the dark power of Pride swell inside me. "You are important, Emily. More than you realize. And I can make sure you see that."

Her lips trembled. Trust was opening like a door—and I was ready to step through.

We sat there, the world shrinking until it was just the two of us. I let my lips brush hers—gentle at first, an invitation. Her lips parted, hesitant but eager. Her hands found my shirt, clutching as if anchoring herself to reality, or maybe to me.

The subtle influence of my cultivation technique worked beneath the surface, feeding her desire, amplifying her surrender. She was vulnerable, open—and I held the key.

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"Emily," I whispered, "are you ready to let go?"

Her eyes fluttered open, shimmering with longing and uncertainty. "Yes," she breathed. "I want to feel everything."

That was the moment I'd been waiting for.

I held her close, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. As I leaned in, I inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine and sandalwood that surrounded her.

Without a word, I began to kiss Emily's neck, my lips trailing a path down to her collarbone. She let out a soft moan, her fingers gripping my shoulders. I pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss and running my hands over her back.

As we parted briefly for air, Emily gazed up at me with a mixture of passion and adoration. I returned her gaze with a fiery intensity, my eyes alight with desire.

"I think, we should go home first" I replied after pausing myself from continuing here in the campus park.

"Okay but let's go to my apartment." Emily replied softly while blushing profusely.

Because she lives alone in a rent apartment studio for her studies near the university.

We got together on my bicycle, on which I drived us to her apartment while she's hugging me from behind.

I already sent, aunt maya message that I will be sleeping over a friends house to avoid worrying her.

We entered her apartment and she just closed the door when without another word, I kissed her again, my lips molding to hers as we lost ourselves in each other.

Our passion grew bolder. I lifted Emily effortlessly, pressing her against the wall as I continued to kiss her passionately. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer as she moaned softly.

My hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her. Her skin was soft and smooth under my touch, and I found myself becoming more and more aroused.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, I carried Emily to her bed and laid her down gently. I kissed her again, this time with even more intensity, as I slowly began to explore her body with my hands and mouth.

Her body trembled with pleasure under my touch. I felt a rush of heat as I fondled her breasts, my hands exploring every curve and contour. She responded with soft kisses and gentle caresses, her body arching towards me with each touch.

As I positioned myself between her legs, Emily's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never been with a man before and didn't know what to expect.

As Tian mo entered her, Emily felt an intense pain that made her gasp. He stopped, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked softly.

Emily nodded, her eyes clouded with tears. "Yes, it just hurts a little," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned in and kissed her gently, my hands running through her hair. "I'll be gentle," I promised.

Slowly, I began to move, my pace measured and steady. Her moans of pain slowly turned into moans of pleasure as she felt the heat of my body against hers.

As I picked up the pace, Emily arched her back, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. "Oh, Tian Mo," she moaned, her fingers digging into my back.

I gazed down at her with a heated look, my eyes locked onto her bouncing breasts. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

Emily ran her hands over my muscular chest, feeling the heat of my body against hers. "I love you," she whispered, eyes closed in pleasure.

As we moved together, the pleasure grew more intense. My thrusts became harder and faster, and Emily felt herself building toward orgasm.

Finally, with a loud cry, she came, her body writhing with pleasure. I followed shortly after, my seed spilling inside her.

As we lay there, spent and breathless, I whispered softly to her. "You're mine, Emily. Always."

Emily smiled up at me, her eyes shining with love. "And you're mine," she replied, reaching up to kiss me again.

We changed positions. I lay on my back, and Emily straddled me. She took me inside her, gasping at the feeling of being filled completely. She began to ride me, her hips undulating as she moved up and down.

My hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples as she rode me harder and faster. Emily leaned forward, her hair falling around her face as she kissed me passionately. Our tongues tangled, exploring each other's mouths as we continued to move together.

We tried more positions—some fast, some slow, some rough, some gentle. We were in our own world, consumed by desire and pleasure, exploring each other in every way possible.

Finally, exhausted and sated, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined. We lay there in silence for a moment, simply enjoying being close.

I wrapped my arms around Emily, pulling her close. "I don't want this night to end," I said softly.

She smiled, snuggling into me. "We will have many more nights like these," she replied.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the window, making Emily squint as she slowly stirred. She lay there half-asleep, shifting on the bed, rustling the sheets. I opened my eyes and smirked at the sight of her—hair tousled, eyes half-closed, vulnerable and beautiful.

"Good morning, my little lamb," I teased, voice dripping with amusement.

Emily jolted, cheeks flushing as she scrambled out of bed. She wobbled on her feet and fell, her backside giving me a perfect view of the rosy marks left from last night's passion.

I noticed the left cheek was more deeply marked—a testament to how much she'd surrendered to me.

She quickly recovered and rushed to the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and a wicked grin.

That night was more than just a conquest; it was the birth of a bond—one forged in fire, desire, and control. Emily was mine now, body and soul, and I was ready to shape her into the perfect pawn in my dark empire.

Tomorrow, the game would continue.

Because in this world, power isn't just strength.

It's control.

And I am the master of both.( OK,it's the same dialogue but so what?)

(At least, i am still trying to master both!!)