EVIL RISING AGAIN!-Chapter 8: Crimson Petals (R1++)

Chapter 8: Crimson Petals

The sky was bruised with twilight as Tian Mo stood outside Anna Miller's house. The suburban stillness was misleading—behind that innocent facade waited his prey, tangled in the silk of her own curiosity.

He rang the bell only once.

Anna opened the door moments later, wearing exactly what he'd asked for—a crimson silk robe barely tied at the waist, its edges brushing the top of her thighs. Her hair was loose, her perfume faint and floral, yet there was something beneath her shy smile.

Anticipation. And fear.

Good.

"Come in," she said, her voice small but charged.

He stepped inside, his presence consuming the space. The living room was dimly lit, candles arranged carefully along shelves and table edges. Music played low—something sensual and slow. She had prepared. She had hoped.

He didn't speak at first. He just studied her.

She shifted nervously under his gaze. "Do you want something to drink or—"

"Turn around," Tian Mo said.

She paused. "What?"

This chapt𝙚r is updated by freeωebnovēl.c૦m.

"Now."

His voice left no room for denial. Her breath hitched, but she obeyed.

He stepped behind her, fingers brushing her waist before slipping into the knot of her robe. It unraveled slowly, revealing creamy skin beneath. She gasped as the silk fell, baring her to him.

"You're beautiful," he whispered—but it wasn't flattery.

It was possession.

He guided her to the couch, laying her down like a sculpture offered to the gods. Her cheeks were flushed, lips trembling. But she didn't resist.

Tian Mo activated the smallest thread of his Primordial Chaos Divine Sins Emperor Technique, weaving a thread of corrupted Qi into his fingertips. Invisible to mortals, it slithered across her skin like warm smoke, enhancing sensitivity, igniting every nerve.

Anna cried out as his touch sparked like lightning.

"What—what was that?" she breathed.

"Power," he said. "A gift. And a curse."

His hands roamed her body slowly, deliberately, every motion calculated. The Qi pooled beneath her skin, intensifying every breath, every moan. Her back arched involuntarily, as if her body were no longer hers to control.

"Please..." she whispered.

"Beg properly," Tian Mo said, his voice thick with hunger.

"Please, Mo... I need you."

He gave her what she asked for—but not gently.

He entered her in one deep, claiming thrust, and Anna screamed his name. The corrupted Qi surged into her with every motion, binding her essence to him, staining her soul with his mark. He moved with ruthless rhythm, hands gripping her hips, lips at her throat.

Her climax struck fast and hard, tears welling in her eyes as waves of bliss tore through her. But he didn't stop. He pushed deeper, faster, his Qi drilling into her core.

A second orgasm.

Then a third.

Her body quaked beneath him, yet he showed no mercy.

This wasn't love.

It was domination.

And she loved it.

When he finally released inside her, the corrupted Qi erupted like a storm, coiling into her dantian, marking her as his.

Anna lay beneath him, shivering, gasping, tears streaking her cheeks from pleasure she had never imagined.

Tian Mo leaned down, kissed her trembling lips, and whispered:

"You're mine now."

She nodded slowly, lost.

He smiled.

Another thread pulled into his web.

---

Aftermath

The room was quiet save for Anna's soft breathing. Her body curled against his, fragile and raw, her mind a haze of lingering ecstasy. Tian Mo reclined on the couch, half-dressed, one arm draped over her shoulders like a serpent coiled around its prize.

He could feel it clearly—his Qi nestled deep within her. A part of him now lived inside her soul. Every heartbeat she took pulsed with his energy.

Anna stirred. "I... I've never felt anything like that," she murmured.

"You never will again," he replied smoothly. "Not unless it's with me."

She looked up at him, her eyes vulnerable, yet starstruck. "What... what did you do to me?"

"I showed you the truth," he said, brushing hair from her damp forehead. "That you were meant to be more than just ordinary."

Her hand gripped his wrist. "Are we... together now?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, he stood, leaving her to lie among the twisted sheets, her body still trembling.

He looked out the window, his Qi pulsing slightly.

Somewhere beyond the skyline, he could feel it—a new ripple.

The Hidden Circle.

They had felt the surge.

They were watching.

And soon, they would come for him.

He welcomed it.

Let them come.

He would devour them all.

---