Forced to Be a Villain: Starting With My Brain Extraction System

"~~Mmm~~"

Zhiran never thought he would see something so erotic in his life, ever. And that too, the person before him was his Elder of the Gold Core Realm, Yan Yue.

That proud elder who exuded the prideful aura of a lioness whenever she met him, always giving him that suffocating pressure yet tempting him intentionally or unintentionally, was now before him completely unguarded.

She was still as before, fully naked, submerged in the Ember Pond, only this time something was different.

Instead of her stoic and serious figure from before, she was now completely different.

Her whole body had turned soft and warm, flushed a gentle pink from her slender neck down to the smooth curve of her navel, glowing faintly like warm jade under the drifting mist.

Her soft breasts rose and fell with quick, shaky breaths, full and heavy, their gentle roundness shining with tiny drops of water that slid slowly along the delicate skin.

Not to mention her nipples that were clearly visible now.

The dark pink tips stood firm and sensitive, trembling slightly with each breath she took as if getting tingling just by the touch of water.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zhiran could see Yan Yue slowly rising her breasts up and down as if teasing her sensitive nerves.

The peaks stood shamelessly erect, dark and swollen, glistening with droplets that slid down their curves like slow tears of invitation.

Heavy, glistening, rising and falling with every shallow, trembling breath.

'Gulp!'

Looking lower, her flat belly quivered just a little, leading to wide hips that shifted restlessly in the water.

Her thick thighs, smooth and strong, parted only a small distance beneath the surface, their inner curves glistening as the warm lake kissed them again and again, making her entire form look soft, open, and helplessly beautiful.

She was literally squirming and rubbing them together as if unable to control her urges.

Even her eyes were dreamy, half-lidded with so much raw passion hidden inside that they were begging to be kissed and embraced.

"Elder… w-what happened to you?"

Zhiran was so shocked yet tempted that he couldn't help but ask with a raspy voice. His heart beating like never before, his eyes never leaving her naked figure that he could now see in full glory.

To be honest, looking at the mist surrounding the entire lake, he could guess what might have happened here.

Even now, those mist were trying to enter his body, through his pores, only to be instantly engulfed and digested by his Heaven Devouring Physique.

"Elder… w-what happened to you?"

Zhiran was so shocked yet tempted that he couldn't help but ask with a raspy voice. His heart pounded like never before, his eyes never leaving her naked figure now revealed in full, breathtaking glory.

To be honest, looking at the thick mist surrounding the entire lake, he could already guess what had happened here.

Even now, those swirling mists tried to slip into his body through his pores, only to be instantly engulfed and devoured by his Heaven Devouring Physique.

So, he was completely fine and wasn't affected in the slightest.

Even so, his rod was already shamelessly erect beyond his control. And it definitely wasn't because of any mist.

Elder Yan Yue was just too tempting; achingly, unbearably tempting.

As soon as Zhiran's voice rang out, Yan Yue abruptly turned toward him, her eyes flashing with extreme panic.

She looked bewildered by his sudden appearance and her own indecent exposure to her disciple.

But the shock didn't last long. Zhiran visibly watched as Yan Yue's eyes slowly turned hazy again, while her body squirmed even more restlessly than before, soft curves trembling helplessly in the warm water.

Then, to his astonishment, she let out that shameful sound right in front of him, making his blood boil hotter.

"Mmm"

It was so melodious yet lewd that Zhiran visibly gulped, throat working hard.

"E-elder, a-are you alright?"

It was such a stupid question to ask. Couldn't he see she was clearly caught in the poisonous mist?

But this guy was testing his own limits by asking something so illogical, while slowly stepping closer.

By now, he was already near Yan Yue, causing her to breathe deeply, chest rising and falling in quick, unsteady waves. He could see her clenching her fists so strongly that her knuckles turned white.

Clearly, she was affected by his presence. Thoroughly engulfed by overwhelming lust, his mere closeness made her restless, made her body ache even more fiercely.

Yet she was defensive, or rather… she was scared.

Yes, for the first time, Zhiran saw dread flickering in her beautiful eyes.

How laughable, a proud Gold Core elder afraid of her own disciple, who was only at Foundation Establishment.

If anyone outside heard, they might laugh. But right now, it was real.

Being so close, Zhiran could already feel how completely helpless she was.

Her golden core and spiritual energy were entirely sealed by the poison, leaving her not even a trace to use.

And her strong physical body was being tormented continuously by the growing, burning lust that swelled every second.

She couldn't even defend herself from him right now.

If Zhiran wanted, he could pounce on her—and she might accept him with even more desperate passion than before.

Of course, he wouldn't do that. He wasn't a rapist.

But he wasn't a saint either.

"Elder, do you need my help?"

Zhiran asked lightly, meeting her hazy gaze with quiet sincerity. He wouldn't force her, but he wouldn't leave her alone either.

"Mmm Z-Zhiran… l-leave me a-alone…"

Seeing him draw closer and closer, Yan Yue couldn't help herself. She was already on the verge of pouncing at him, body trembling with need.

But that only made her hate herself and this disciple she had once thought so highly of.

She had finally found one person she could believe in, and now even he seemed ready to take advantage of her in this moment.

Dejected, Yan Yue forcefully closed her eyes, gathering the last thin thread of reason to sever her emotions completely.

Rather than being taken by her own disciple, she would rather cut away her heart entirely.

Just as Yan Yue steeled her resolve and prepared to do it, she suddenly felt a warm touch on her bare shoulder that sent a violent shiver racing down her spine.

"Don't…"

Startled, she tried to pull away when a warm, steady voice entered her ears, the words shocking her beyond belief.

"Elder, you must be trying to cut off your emotions and practice the Heart-Severing Demonic Art, right?"

Zhiran asked, a small, knowing smile touching his lips.

By now, Zhiran was also inside the pond, standing right in front of Yan Yue's naked body, his tall figure casting an impressive shadow over her trembling form.

But her attention wasn't on that. It was on the words he had just spoken.

'How did he know?'

For a moment, Yan Yue was completely stunned and even forgot to sever her emotions.

"~~Mmm~~N-no, don't~~"

Her attention snapped back only when Zhiran gently squeezed her bare shoulders, sending a tingling, electric sensation racing all over her body and forcing her to moan uncontrollably.

She was already so sensitive that even a single drop of water could edge her closer to the brink, let alone a man's hot, firm hands squeezing her like this.

A small, helpless orgasm crashed through her body, making her knees buckle, and her breath hitch in a broken whimper.

With this release, Yan Yue officially found herself utterly defeated by lust. Now, her reason was totally scrapped as she couldn't take it anymore.

The thing she wanted the most was already right in front of her, teasing her with his warm touch, his tall frame so close she could feel the heat rolling off him in waves.

How could she remain indifferent?

In an instant, Yan Yue pounced.

Her wet, trembling naked body surged forward through the water, crashing against Zhiran with desperate strength.

Soft arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him down as her full bosoms pressed hard against his chest, slick skin sliding over soaked robes.

'N-no…I don't want this…'

However, internally, poor Yan Yue felt utter despair.

Despair that she would be played around by a man without her consent. Despair that she would be controlled by him even after that.

She had thrown away her only chance to get out of it by practicing that technique. Now, she was like a puppet in her disciple's hands, unable to control her lust.

She was willingly handing her strings for him to play marionette with her, however he wanted.

What could be more despairing than this?

But why did this process have to be so pleasurable that her mind became numb just by embracing him?

Conflicting emotions bombarded Yan Yue's already fragile mind, making her completely helpless.

Seeing such a deplorable state of her for the first time in her life, faint tears fell from her eyes, landing on Zhiran's shoulder.

For the first time in her life, Yan Yue cried.

Cried on her disciple's shoulder, knowing that she was about to get violated.

And she knew she wouldn't resist a bit. Rather, she would give everything to him willingly.

She felt so pathetic that she wanted nothing more than to die.