A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 622: The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

"...!"

"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.

The middle-aged man’s eyes were sharp, clear, and completely focused.

Viper’s eyes widened a little further.

For a brief moment, genuine surprise flashed across her face.

Then, almost instantly, she forced her expression to soften.

She let her body relax in his grip, shoulders dropping as if she had suddenly become weak and helpless.

"...Senior... what are you saying?"

Her voice came out soft, slightly trembling, with just the right amount of fear.

She carefully avoided meeting his cold gaze for too long, instead lowering her lashes in a submissive manner.

"I... I don’t understand. I was only... enduring what Senior wanted. Why would I try to harm you?"

Even with his hand still tightly wrapped around her throat and his length buried deep inside her, she managed to make her tone sound confused and wronged.

A faint sheen of tears gathered at the corners of her eyes... whether real or forced, it was hard to tell.

But to Han Wei, it was so fake.

Years spent as a rogue cultivator had taught him how to read people.

He had seen too many desperate women, too many traps, too many soft voices hiding sharp blades.

And... the way her spiritual energy had coiled just a moment ago, the timing of that venomous smile she thought was hidden, the controlled way she was breathing even now—

All of it was wrong.

His cold gaze didn’t soften for even a second.

"Save it," he said flatly.

His thumb pressed a little harder against the side of her neck.

"I’ve lived long enough in the wilderness to know the difference between real fear and a performance. Those tears of yours... they’re not even close."

At those words, the soft, wronged expression on Viper’s face slowly faded as the faint sheen of tears vanished.

Her brows knitted together as she dropped the act completely, eyes turning sharp and cold once more.

"...It seems I underestimated you."

Her voice was no longer trembling or pitiful.

It was calm, slightly irritated, and edged with reluctant acknowledgment.

"I shouldn’t have judged a book by its cover. Someone who can follow the Righteous Sword... of course wouldn’t be ordinary."

She met his gaze without flinching,

"So," she asked quietly, "did you notice me from the beginning? And you were just pretending... dragging me out here on purpose?"

Han Wei’s cold expression slowly shifted as a confident smile spread across his face.

"Of course," he replied smoothly.

"Master already sensed something off about you the moment you approached. Handing you over to me was simply a way to confirm it. So I played along, brought you out here, and waited to see what you would do."

His hand remained firmly around her throat, thumb still resting against that vital point.

Inwardly, however, Han Wei’s thoughts were far less... truthful.

Bullshit.

Well, it was half true and half false.

He had really noticed something off about this woman from his experience, but...

He had mostly just wanted to enjoy her body and taken the opportunity.

After all, he was an opportunist.

Where else could he find such a chance to enjoy a woman of this quality?

The second Master casually tossed her to him, all he could think about was that perfect peach-shaped rear and those soft, heavy breasts.

The "testing her" part was real enough... but the main reason he dragged her into this corner and buried himself inside her without hesitation was because he finally had a chance to enjoy a woman of this quality.

Even right now, he was still enjoying the amazing sensation around his little brother while preparing to kill her if necessary.

Still, there was no need for her to know that.

Outwardly, his confident smile never wavered.

Viper stared at him for a long moment, her cold eyes searching his face.

"...I see."

She exhaled softly through her nose.

"So from the very beginning, both of you were just playing with me."

Han Wei didn’t bother denying it.

He simply kept that same confident smile, thumb still resting against the side of her neck as a silent warning.

"You can think whatever you want," he said.

"But right now, you’re not the one who should be questioning others. So why don’t you tell me... who sent you, and what exactly were you planning to do?"

Viper stayed silent for a moment.

The corridor remained quiet except for their soft breathing.

Han Wei’s hand was still firmly wrapped around her throat, his thick length buried deep inside her, while warm white liquid slowly leaking down her thighs.

His cold, focused gaze never left her face.

Then, unexpectedly, Viper let out a soft laugh.

It was low, almost elegant, and completely devoid of fear.

"...Hehe... hahaha."

The corners of her lips curled upward into a faint, mocking smile.

"To think... that I, Viper, who has lived for centuries... would be played like this."

"Centuries of experience... and I still underestimated a middle-aged man who looks like a mere rogue cultivator."

"It seems... this is a nice wake-up call..."

Han Wei’s brows furrowed slightly.

Without a word, his fingers dug harder into the soft flesh of her neck, applying just enough pressure to make her breath hitch.

At the same time, he slowly began to pull his thick length out of her.

A wet, sticky sound filled the quiet corner as his length slid free, and thick strands of his earlier seed stretching between them before breaking and dripping down her inner thighs.

"Don’t try anything," he warned in a low voice. "If I sense even the slightest movement of spiritual energy, I’ll crush your neck."

Viper didn’t look afraid.

Instead, she simply smiled... calm, almost elegant, despite the hand still gripping her throat and the sticky mess running down her legs.

And suddenly, she asked softly.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I’ve always taken rather... pride in my tightness below. I hope it didn’t disappoint a man of your experience."

Viper’s soft, mocking smile remained as she continued, her voice calm even with his hand still wrapped around her throat.

"After all... I trained that part below quite well."

Han Wei’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

’Trained it?’

For a brief moment, he didn’t understand what she meant.

But as her words sank in, his mind involuntarily replayed the sensation of being inside her.

...That silky, crushing heat.

...The way her walls had clamped down on him so perfectly with every thrust.

How it had felt almost too good... too precise, compared to any ordinary woman.

His expression slowly darkened.

Now that he thought about it... It had been truly tight.

Amazingly so... Almost to the point of being... unnatural.

Han Wei’s expression twisted into a cold sneer.

"What are you talking about—"

Before he could finish the sentence, his eyes suddenly widened.

As a wave of unnatural weakness crashed through his body.

His limbs grew heavy, his spiritual energy sluggish, as if something had been silently eroding him from the inside the entire time.

The hand around Viper’s throat loosened for just a fraction of a second—

That was all she needed.

In that brief opening, Viper’s cold eyes flashed.

Her body moved with startling speed.

She twisted sharply and drove her knee up hard into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs.

At the same time, her palm struck his chest with a precise burst of spiritual energy, sending him staggering backward.

Han Wei’s back slammed against the opposite wall of the corridor with a heavy .

*Uhh...! You slut...!"

He slid down onto the polished black stone floor, one hand clutching his chest where her palm strike had landed.

His breathing was uneven.

That unnatural weakness was spreading rapidly through his limbs, making even the simple act of moving feel heavy and sluggish.

Gritting his teeth, Han Wei forced himself to push up with one arm.

His body trembled.

Spiritual energy circulated weakly inside him, as if something was actively suppressing it.

Every attempt to gather strength only made the numbness deeper.

He managed to get one knee under himself, but his other leg refused to respond properly.

"...You..." he muttered, cold eyes locked onto Viper. "What did you... do to me?"