Ten years passed in the blink of an eye within the dream.
Yun Wuji and Pan Xiaodie wandered through this world without any fixed destination, drifting aimlessly from one horizon to the next. They crossed the golden deserts where the sun scorched the sand into waves of molten light, sailed the boundless seas whose waters stretched darker than ink beneath an ever-changing sky, climbed the piercing mountains whose jagged peaks stabbed straight into the clouds, and roamed the endless plains.
These places carried faint traces of lands Yun Wuji or Pan Xiaodie had once seen before in the real world, sometimes blending together in strange ways, as if fragments of their memories had been stitched into a single world.
"I am Optimus Prime."
Inside a small villa encircled by vast, unbroken stretches of emerald grass, the two of them lay together on the wide bed, watching TV. Pan Xiaodie sat between Yun Wuji's legs, resting against his chest. His arm circled her waist while his chin rested lightly on her head.
"I really don't like this guy. How can someone be this traitorous and treacherous?" Pan Xiaodie suddenly said. The person she was talking about was the red and blue mechanical lifeform, Optimus Prime. "He destroyed his race's primary source of life and doomed his own people just to save another race, and he acts as if he did something heroic."
"To think someone can betray his entire race just to save outsiders and still feel proud of it." In her eyes, even if Megatron had intended to annihilate Earth entirely, that did not excuse Optimus Prime's choices.
"But if he didn't stop Megatron, the Earth would have been destroyed," Yun Wuji replied as he caressed her belly. Back when he first watched the movie, he had found Optimus Prime admirable. His reaction was completely different from Pan Xiaodie's.
"What's the big deal? There are countless planets destroyed every day in the vast universe, whether by natural disasters or man-made ones. The people on this planet, called Earth, who think so highly of themselves are so egotistical."
She truly despised that self-centered arrogance, the way they carried on as though their world were the sole axis around which everything else revolved.
"You said the same thing about Superman... want to watch Titanic?" Yun Wuji ruffled her hair, laughing in amusement.
She had reacted the same way when she watched Superman refuse to give General Zod the Codex. She viewed that as a betrayal of his already near extinct race for the sake of strangers.
"Who would want to watch a movie about a slut and a Playboy?" Pan Xiaodie snorted with disdain. She twisted in his arms until she faced him fully, then leaned in and pressed her lips to his collarbone. She sucked hard, leaving behind a vivid red hickey that bloomed against his skin like a brand. At the same time, her hand slid downward, fingers wrapping firmly around his thick, hardening meat pole. "What I want is this big fat thing~!"
"Sigh, instead of that, why not try to wake up? This way, you can get the real thing. I can assure you that it's way better than this," Yun Wuji caressed her head and spoke helplessly.
He received no answer.
Pan Xiaodie had already pulled down his pants and stood before him. Now she stood before him wearing nothing but an oversized white shirt, two buttons undone at the top so the soft fabric slipped lazily off one shoulder, revealing the smooth, pale curve of her skin. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, leaving the wet folds of her dripping pussy just visible whenever she moved.
Without a word, she climbed onto him, straddling his hips and trapping his stiff cock between the soft warmth of her thighs. She began to move slowly at first, sliding up and down in a thigh job, her wet pussy gliding along his meat pole. Only then did she speak, "Shh. Don't spoil the mood right now. We can talk about that later."
"..." Yun Wuji wanted to argue, but the words stopped in his throat. It had been ten years in this dream world and five years since they officially became a couple. Pan Xiaodie showed no sign of waking up, and over the past five years, she had not been eager to try.
She was satisfied with this life and had no desire to change it. She liked their small world with just the two of them.
Her thick, soft thighs slid up and down around his cock. Her pussy ground against him, coating his length with her love juice. Her large breasts bounced with each movement, and she looked down at him with eyes filled with lust and affection. Yun Wuji reached out and held her thighs, slowly caressing them as a thought surfaced in his mind.
'It seems like I really have no choice then.'
At this rate, he would be trapped here for who knew how long. He was starting to miss his women and children.
"Hmm~♡! Wuji♡! Wuji♡! Ahn♡!" Pan Xiaodie's moans grew louder as she pressed herself harder against him. Her love juice splashed against his cock as she climaxed. She gripped his thighs to steady herself, refusing to stop even after her orgasm passed. Her thighs continued rubbing until his cock spurted spunk everywhere, striking her face and chest.
Yun Wuji pushed her off from on top of him and flipped their positions in one smooth motion. He pressed her thighs tightly together with one hand, forcing them to stay closed, while the other gripped his cock and guided it between her wet pussy lips. Then he drove into her, thrusting hard as he watched her lewd ahegao face twist in pleasure, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Her hand stretched up to cradle his face as she moaned his name again and again.
"Wuji… Wuji… ahn… Wuji…!"
He pounded into her without slowing, his hips snapping forward in steady, heavy thrusts while his mind worked through his plan.
...
"Hmm~!"
Being fucked senseless was nothing new to Pan Xiaodie. Every time she had sex with Yun Wuji, it ended with him pounding her until her mind went blank, leaving her soaked in her own squirt and his spunk.
As her awareness slowly returned, her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she did was look for him out of habit. She tilted her head to the left. He was not there. She turned to the right. The space beside her was empty.
"Wuji, where are you?"
She pushed herself up unsteadily, her legs still sore and weak, and called out to him. Maybe he had gone to the kitchen to prepare something for her. He often did that after exhausting her like this. However, even after waiting for a while, there was no response.
"He changed my clothes?"
Her gaze drifted toward the mirror across from the bed. The messy, torn white shirt she had worn earlier was gone. She was now dressed in long black pants and a black tube top.
"Wuji, Wuji!"
She stepped out of the bedroom, calling his name again and again. In the living room, she saw four dishes placed neatly on the table, steam still rising from them. Beside the dishes lay a note.
Ignoring the food, she hurried over and grabbed the note, her fingers tightening around the paper as she began to read.
Thud!
As her eyes moved across the words, her expression turned deathly pale. The light drained from her eyes, and her strength left her body. She collapsed to her knees with a heavy thud, the note slipping from her trembling hand.
...
"I am back..." Exiting the dream world, Yun Wuji touched his body and spoke in a nostalgic tone.
"What are you talking about?" Yun Wuying pinched his cheek and asked in confusion. This guy had been standing in the same spot for nearly an hour. Why did he sound as if he had been gone for years?
"I'll tell you later." Yun Wuji held her hand and chuckled. It was not the right time to explain.
The flow of time between the dream world and the real world was vastly different. Many people lived out an entire lifetime in a dream within only a few hours, though most of it faded once they woke.
He glanced at the powerless Mo Su kneeling on the ground, barely able to move. His once handsome face was marred with scars that Yun Wuji had inflicted. After losing most of his cultivation, he no longer looked like the young man he once was. He was aging rapidly. Wrinkles spread across his face, and his skin dried like an old tree.
"Pay close attention. It's going to happen any time soon," Yun Wuji said aloud.
"What do you mean?" Mo Su's aged face twitched as he asked in a hoarse voice. His question, however, was answered the very next moment.
He stared forward without moving. His pupils shrank. His mouth hung open as if he had forgotten how to close it. A loud ringing echoed in his ears. Frozen in shock, all he could do was groan like a dying man. "Ugh… ah… ah… ah…"
"Yun Wuji!! You bastard!"
Behind Yun Wuji, the previously sleeping Pan Xiaodie suddenly opened her eyes. She sprang to her feet and roared the instant she saw him. She lunged forward, tackling him to the ground and pinning him beneath her. Grabbing both his cheeks, she glared at him with reddened eyes.
"How could you do this to me? How could you leave me all alone?! Do you know how painful it was to stay there without you?!"
"You heartless bastard!"
In the note he left behind, he had bluntly told her that he was leaving the dream world.
The shock had thrown her straight into the deepest despair. For a moment, it felt as if her entire world had collapsed. That despair, however, did not last long. It quickly transformed into blazing fury. She was furious that this bastard had actually left after everything that had happened between them.
That pure anger, mixed with longing she could not suppress, finally forced her to wake up.
"Xiaodie, calm your big tits." Yun Wuji did not struggle. He merely smiled gently and said, "I had no choice. You had no drive to wake up, so I had to give you one."
"Hmph! You bastard! Don't think I'll let you off so easily." Pan Xiaodie wanted to beat the shit out of him, but she remembered she was weaker. She wanted to fuck him so hard he would not be able to leave the bed, but she also remembered that he was always the one who left her unable to stand. In the end, she snorted coldly, stood up, and looked around.
The first thing that caught her eye was the ridiculously beautiful woman beside her. Then she noticed the old man kneeling on the ground, staring at her with dazed eyes. His expression looked as if he had been struck by a million bolts of lightning.
"Xiaodie... Xiaodie... Xiaodie..."
"Mo Su?" Pan Xiaodie's eyes trembled slightly. Her expression changed for an instant, then returned to normal. There were no lingering feelings for this man in her heart, and she certainly felt no guilt for finding another.
She did not even bother asking why he had been reduced to such a miserable state.
"I told you I would wake her up." Yun Wuji stood, patted his clothes, and walked over to him. Looking down at Mo Su, he asked, "How is it? Are you happy?"
"...How did you do it?" Mo Su finally tore his gaze away from Pan Xiaodie and looked at Yun Wuji, his voice hoarse. Even after millions of years of effort, he had failed. How did this man succeed?
"Because of my genius, of course." Yun Wuji shrugged. Was there anything he could not do with his genius?
"Your genius?" Mo Su fell silent for a moment. His eyes drifted back to Pan Xiaodie before he finally said, "In that case, your genius must be truly frightening."
"I am unworthy of her. I caused her a lifetime of sadness and sorrow. Please take care of her."
As he finished speaking, his body began to dissolve into gray dust. It scattered into the air until only his white robe remained, falling softly to the ground.
"He died?" Yun Wuji stood there, stunned. He had not expected this ending. Then his eyes widened.
'Wait! Did my genius scare him to death?'
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