BTTH: The More Children I Have The Stronger I Become

I sat there in silence for a long while, eyes fixed on the empty corridor where Teacher had just vanished.

The air still carried the warmth of her presence.

Her scent lingered — that faint, clean fragrance that always followed her, like morning mist mixed with orchids.

Calming. Comforting. But it wasn't enough.

Damn it.

In my last life, I watched her destroy herself for that bastard Xiao Yan. Over and over again.

No matter how deeply he wounded her — the lies, the betrayal, the bloodshed — she still looked at him like he was her sun.

Even after he slaughtered her master, razed the Misty Cloud Sect to ashes, she chased him like a broken moth drawn to hellfire.

It made my blood boil.

But more than that… it shattered me.

She didn't deserve that. Not her. Not Yun Yun.

She's so proud. So composed. But beneath that icy exterior lies something tender… something real.

She carries the world on her shoulders, never asking anyone to help, never showing her pain.

She was the one who picked me up when I was nothing.

When others mocked me, she gave me a place, a purpose, a path.

How could I not worship her?

But now… something's changed.

She's not just my teacher anymore. She's a woman — stunning, elegant, untouchable… and yet so very human when her cheeks flush pink, when her voice trembles just slightly in embarrassment.

I can't stop thinking about her — the curve of her lips, the way her robes cling to her figure when she turns too quickly, that rare, subtle smile she wears when she's pleased.

I want her.

Not just her body — though fuck, I won't lie — the thought of those long legs wrapped around me, her soft voice gasping my name in the dark, drives me mad some nights.

But it's not just that.

I want her to know what it feels like to be loved right. Not used.

Not controlled. I want her to know what it means to be craved, cherished — not as some sect's figurehead, not as a tool in someone else's story — but as my woman.

She deserves to be worshipped. To be held. To be touched not with duty, but with desire.

She deserves lips trailing down her neck, hands mapping every inch of her skin, not out of conquest — but reverence.

But I know my place.

I'm her disciple. She's my master. That line isn't just drawn — it's etched in stone.

Still… my heart doesn't give a damn.

And someday, I'll be strong enough to break that stone to fuck.

When that day comes — if she still feels nothing for me — I'll let this ache rot away in the pit of my soul, never to be seen.

But if there's even a chance ..... a sliver of a moment where her heart beats faster for me ..... I'll give her everything I have. Everything I am.

Hah…

Just thinking of her makes my blood stir and my chest ache.

She's so distant, so guarded ..... yet instead of coming herself, she sent Yanran to check on me.

She didn't say the words, but the message was clear.

She still cares.

I just—

"Senior Brother!"

Yanran's voice tears through my thoughts like sunlight piercing cloud.

She bursts in, all bright-eyed and breathless, her robe swaying with every step. She looks at me like she might cry.

"Teacher said you were injured again! Are you okay?"

I chuckle, unable to stop the crooked grin that rises. So… Teacher didn't tell her the full truth.

"She said I was hurt?" I murmur, voice low. "Well, I am — just not in the way you think."

Before she can respond, I grab her wrist and pull her into my lap in one smooth motion.

"Senior Brother! Y-You said you were seriously hurt!" she gasps, cheeks flaring red as her body presses against mine.

"I was," I say, dead serious, "but then you walked in… and suddenly I felt a lot better."

She sputters, trying to sit up, but my arm snakes around her waist, firm and possessive.

She pouts and slaps my chest with a tiny fist. "Liar!"

"Not lying," I say, voice dropping. "Your scent, your touch… it's better than any medicine. You make me feel alive."

Her eyes widen. She shivers when I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fingers brushing the soft skin of her cheek.

"I missed you," I whisper, my lips just inches from hers.

She bites her lip. Her breath stutters.

"…I missed you too," she whispers back, voice barely audible.

Her face, already crimson, grows hotter as her body melts into mine, her slender thighs straddling my lap just a bit too perfectly.

I can feel the heat between us now — the tension, the hunger she tries to hide but can't.

I could devour her.

Right here. Right now.

I just hold her closer, feel the soft press of her chest against mine, her heartbeat fluttering like a trapped bird.

She's here.

She came.

And as I wrap my arms around her trembling body, one vow burns in my soul like fire:

No matter what comes — be it gods, demons, or destiny itself — I will protect them both.

The woman who saved me.

And the girl who gave me her heart.

And when I stand at the peak of this world…

I'll make damn sure neither of them ever has to suffer again.

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