SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 843: Trapped?! [R16+]

The night had long fallen over the bustling Pill King Market, blanketing the Half Moon Inn in a hushed, reverent silence. Only the occasional flicker of lantern light and soft creak of wooden beams stirred the shadows.

Inside the inn, cultivators rested after days of intense bargaining, study, and alchemical madness, knowing tomorrow's final Forbidden Spell Lecture would mark the grand close of this year's legendary gathering.

But inside a corner room on the third floor, Kent was wide awake.

Herbs lay scattered across the floor—dried lotus roots, dream dust, broken jade powder, and liquefied snow pine bark—surrounding a squat, battered cauldron he had purchased for a meager sum from a street vendor.

In front of him, the half-burned, almost illegible manual, "Pleasure Master's Last Dream," lay open, its pages torn and smoked at the edges. On the first page, a faded list of ninety-nine pill names shimmered faintly under a spiritual light, and among them, the one that drew Kent's obsession—Rose Petal Night Dream Pill—a fabled concoction known to push dual cultivators into a state of heightened connection and stamina for seven days straight.

But the pill formula was incomplete.

Only 70% of the recipe survived the fire. The remaining instructions were scattered, torn, or blurred by years of neglect. A fool might have cast the book aside. But Kent? He saw it as a challenge.

Three times the cauldron had already failed him.

Once, the mix turned to jelly.

Twice, the herbs combusted.

The third time had almost caused a mini spirit quake.

Yet Kent pressed on, refusing to waste even the scattered powders lining his sleeves. He adjusted the qi flow, altered the herbal proportions, and added his own twists—tiny insights drawn from other manuals, intuition, and madness born from genius.

As he dropped in the final substitute—a mystic rose petal infused with snow lotus pollen—the cauldron gave a strange, seductive purr. A spiraling pink vapor rose, twirling in the air like a seductive dancer, sweet and heady.

Kent's expression darkened in concentration.

But outside, in the branches of a withered tree, a shadow stirred.

Bai Qi—the iron-fisted woman from the Divine Fist Sect—watched through the third-floor window with narrowed eyes, her breath shallow behind a dark veil. She wore her night armor, a skintight suit of black leather and silk laced with spell-thread that clung to her like shadow. On her back, a massive, rune-etched hammer shimmered faintly under the moonlight.

She had waited all evening.

She had watched the lanterns go out, one by one.

Only Kent's remained.

The memory of humiliation—being tied upside down to a tree by a man she had scorned—burned inside her like molten iron. Tonight, she would take that pride back with his blood and crushed bones.

Then it happened.

The cauldron hissed.

"Boommmm"

And exploded.

Not a normal blast—no, this was an eruption of potion spirit essence and primal cultivation force, laced with half-formed seduction energies and raw elemental qi. The explosion knocked over the table, tore half the window frame apart, and flung Kent backwards into the wall.

A shimmering red-pink fog billowed across the room.

Every nerve in Kent's body screamed. The unrefined, unstable pill essence coursed through his veins, clashing violently with his Storm God's Tyrant Physique. Lightning crackled across his skin, and his muscles rippled as the pill energy tried to twist his soul toward primal indulgence.

His eyes now gleamed gold and scarlet, veins pulsing with power, every movement thrumming with barely contained rage and heat.

Bai Qi took that as her moment.

With a blur, she leapt from the window into the half-destroyed room, hammer raised high in one hand, a gleam of cruel satisfaction in her eyes.

She didn't expect Kent to move.

She didn't expect him to raise his hand and catch the hammer mid-air like it was a twig.

The room shuddered.

Before she could blink, Kent's fist slammed into her chest plate, sending her flying backwards. She crashed into the shelf behind him, splinters of wood and parchment bursting in all directions.

Bai Qi rose with a snarl, armor cracked, breath heavy. "What the hell did you take?" she spat, her voice hoarse. "That's not just alchemy…"

But Kent didn't answer. His body radiated a dangerous heat, both spiritual and primal. The explosion of the incomplete Rose Petal Pill had altered him temporarily—elevated his senses, strength, and combat desire.

But more than anything his body is pushing him to occupy a woman. He stared at Bai Qi and licked his lips.

He moved without warning—his elbow collided with her shoulder. As she fell, Kent caught her by the waist and flung her overhead. She slammed into the ceiling and dropped like a stone.

The floor cracked under her weight.

She coughed blood but still tried to rise. But before she understood what's happening, Kent pulled her into his embrace.

"Ahh…" She cried out as Kent's hand tightly pressed her round bun like back.

With a sigh, he moved his gaze and stared at the serious Bai Qi. Deep silence filled as they both stared at each other with blank faces. Kent tried to control his urges. But no one can control everything at everytime.

With a disappointed breath, Kent pressed her chest this time..

After seeing his beast stare and sly grin, Bai Qi immediately understood what he was going to do next.

"Nooo, Nooo.., Please spare me. Please...." Bai Qi said in a stuttering tone while frightened about the incoming action.

But Kent directly tore her armor and pulled the soft silk cloth covering her body. She tried to punch, Kent took the hit and didn't even flinch. His focus was completely on her pinkish body.

Now only a single thought swirling inside Kent's mind. That is to survive using Bai Qi.

"Please, not here. Don't do it here." Bai Qi tried to move away from Kent.

"I don't care. The more you resist, it will take more time to satisfy my hunger." Kent said while smacking his lips with a lustful stare.

"Please spare me. I beg you." Bai Qi said while taking a back step as Kent approached her with an evil grin.

But her plea met with a silent stare.

Her body started shaking up while she stared at Kent, who just tore his clothes without shifting his focus from her body. Kent did not give her much time to resist. He pulled her body into his embrace by holding her lower leg and directly kissed her glossy lips.

With one hand supporting her head and the other hand on her round ass, Kent continued to slurp her lips in a sucking motion. In a state of nervousness, Bai Qi bit his lips, which were rapidly sucking her tongue.

"No… sorry… I didn't come here intentionally." Bai Qi tried to apologize in a stuttering tone.

But what followed next, subdued her will to obey Kent's action.