A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 621: Change of Plan.

Outside the VIP room, the corridor stretched in quiet luxury.

Soft spirit lamps lined the high walls, casting a warm golden glow across polished black stone floors that reflected the light like still water.

The heavy wooden doors of the private suites muffled the distant roar of the auction hall, leaving only the faint echo of footsteps from far-off servants.

In one shadowed corner... just far enough from the main walkway to offer a thin veil of privacy.

Han Wei stood behind the woman, his expression twisted into a lewd, satisfied smile.

Below him, the beautiful attendant was bent forward, both palms pressed flat against the cool stone wall for support.

Her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders, partially hiding her face as she kept her head lowered.

His hands gripped her waist tightly as his hips rolled forward in rough, deep thrusts, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh soft but unmistakable in the quiet space.

Every time Han Wei drove into her, her body rocked forward, her face shaking up and down in rhythm with his movements.

’This lowly bastard...’

She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to keep any sound from escaping, yet soft, strained whimpers still slipped past her teeth with each deep push of his disgusting thing.

Han Wei’s smile widened as he watched her.

His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into soft flesh as he slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt.

"Damn..."

He had never imagined something like this would happen.

A woman of this quality... this face, this body... was the kind of beauty only young masters and true elites ever got to taste.

Someone like him, who had spent most of his life as a rogue cultivator, should have been lucky just to look at her from a distance.

Yet here she was... bent over in front of him and taking every rough thrust.

Her soft, expensive-looking body rocking under his hands.

Han Wei’s eyes glazed over with pure bliss as he watched his thick shaft disappear into her again and again.

The way her round, plump rear jiggled every time his hips slapped against it made his length throb even harder inside her.

’I never thought I’d get to enjoy a woman like this...’

Han Wei’s eyes dropped lower, locking onto the soft, round curve of her peach.

That perfect peach-shaped rear he had been staring at earlier when she first walked infront of him... full, firm, and now bouncing slightly with every deep thrust.

The same one that had made him feel a tiny spark of regret when his master first refused her.

Now it was right in front of him.

Slowly, an even more lewd grin spread across his face.

He raised one hand and brought it down hard.

The sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed softly in the quiet corridor.

Her white flesh jiggled under the impact, a faint red mark already blooming across the pale skin.

The woman’s eyes widened as she looked back with anger.

"Y-You... how dare...!"

Han Wei ignored her look as his grin widened.

A pleasant sting radiated through his palm.

Then seeing her expression, he frowned.

"What? You don’t like it? Tch, it seems the attendants of such a large organization are such a letdown. Hmm... maybe I should go tell my master about it and we should leave."

Hearing that, the woman’s eyes froze as she shook her head.

"Please no! I was just a bit surprised, that’s all!"

Han Wei grinned as he gave the other cheek the same treatment, smacking it roughly again, watching the soft flesh ripple and bounce.

Han Wei’s eyes lit up with pure satisfaction.

He squeezed both stinging cheeks hard, spreading them slightly so he could watch his thick length slide in and out of her stretched hole more clearly.

"That’s more like it," he muttered, voice thick with pleasure. "Be a good girl and take it properly."

The woman slowly lowered her head again, long dark hair falling forward to once more hide her face.

Her body continued rocking back and forth under Han Wei’s rough thrusts.

Yet behind the curtain of her hair, her eyes had turned completely cold.

Whatever flicker of anger or surprise she had shown earlier was gone, replaced by a blank, calculating stillness.

Just as Han Wei delivered another hard slap to her already stinging cheek—

—a soft, private sound transmission slipped into her mind.

Hearing that,

For a brief moment she did not answer, simply enduring another deep thrust that made her breasts sway heavily beneath her open robe.

Then she used their secret method.

A private thread of spiritual energy carried her voice back through the sound transmission, sharp with suppressed frustration.

Even as the words left her mind, her body continued rocking back and forth under Han Wei’s rough rhythm.

Her lowered head shook with every deep thrust, long hair swaying, while the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the quiet corner.

A moment later the reply came through the sound transmission, the voice on the other end thick with clear surprise.

After that, the voice on the other end did not reply.

For several long seconds there was only silence in her mind.

Meanwhile her voluptuous body continued rocking back and forth under Han Wei’s relentless pace.

Each deep thrust forced her forward against the wall, her lowered head shaking.

Soft, strained whimpers kept slipping past her bitten lip even as her eyes remained ice-cold.

Unable to wait any longer, she sent another message through their secret method, her spiritual voice tight with frustration.

She had only meant it as a bitter complaint.

But to her surprise, the voice came back almost immediately... calm, cold, and decisive.

’Alright... Kill him.’

The woman’s eyes widened in surprise.

But at that exact moment, Han Wei’s hips slammed forward one final time.

A low pleasure grunt escape from his throat as his thing pulsed deep inside her, thick hot liquid flooding her inside in heavy spurts.

"Ohh..."

He groaned in pure satisfaction, body pressing against her back as he emptied himself completely.

His length kept twitching inside her, pumping more of his seed into her while he leaned forward and pressed rough kisses along the side of her neck.

One hand slid around to yank the front of her robe further open, fully exposing her bare breasts.

He immediately began groping them with greedy, open-handed squeezes, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he slowly ground his still-hard length inside her, milking out the last of his climax.

The woman didn’t seem to care about any of it.

Even as hot viscous liquid continued to fill her and Han Wei’s rough hands kneaded her breasts, her eyes narrowed coldly behind the curtain of her hair.

She ignored the wet heat spreading inside her and the way his length was still buried deep, grinding lazily.

Through their secret method she asked again, voice calm and sharp despite the situation.

The woman’s body remained bent against the wall, palms flat on the cool stone, but her eyes stayed cold and focused.

She endured the slow, wet grinding without resistance, waiting for the reply.

A moment later the voice returned, still calm and decisive.

The woman heard the reply clearly.

For a brief second she remained still, body still bent against the wall as Han Wei slowly pushed back into her seed-filled hole with a wet .

His rough hands continued kneading her bare breasts, completely lost in his own pleasure.

Then, behind the curtain of her long dark hair, the corners of Viper’s lips slowly curled upward.

It was not a smile of amusement.

It was the cold, vicious smile of a predator that had finally been given permission to bite.

Her narrowed eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, and the faint trace of frustration that had lingered there was completely gone.

Only malice remained.

The moment the order was confirmed, every bit of hesitation vanished.

Now, she was simply waiting for the right moment to strike.

While Han Wei leaned against her back and groaned in satisfaction, she quietly gathered her spiritual energy... preparing.

His rough hand slowly slid upward from her breast, fingers trailing along her collarbone before wrapping loosely around the side of her delicate neck.

At the same time, he pressed another open-mouthed kiss against her skin, still grinding lazily inside her seed-filled hole.

Viper’s cold, venomous smile remained hidden behind her hair.

And at that moment, her spiritual energy coiled tightly, ready to strike.

Just as she was about to move—

Han Wei’s hand suddenly clamped tightly around her throat.

His grip was firm, almost crushing, his fingers digging into the sides of her neck with surprising strength.

The lazy, pleasure-drunk attitude from moments ago vanished completely.

His voice came out low and cold, right beside her ear.

"...!"

"Don’t move."

The slow movement of his hips stopped.

"If you try anything... I’ll crush your neck before you can even activate a single technique."

Viper’s eyes widened slightly behind the curtain of her hair as she glanced back.

Han Wei was looking directly at her.

There was no trace of his earlier playfulness in his calm, cold gaze.