Chapter 24

Lin Ya made her choice, so she took the first step toward Yue Li's room.

As she stood before Yue Li's door, Lin Ya's breaths came in shallow gasps, a testament to the tumult of emotions raging within her. The memory of their last interaction loomed large, serving as a stark reminder of the lengths she was willing to go to seize control of her fate, even if it meant subjecting herself once more to the dominating force of the enigmatic Yue Li.

As Lin Ya entered the room, the rush of conflicting emotions heightened. The sight of Yue Li in a state of meditation, clad in loose clothes that accentuated her form, captivated Lin Ya. A sense of admiration mixed with a newfound uncertainty regarding her own feelings surged within her, even as she approached the enigmatic figure before her.

Her gaze locked onto Yue Li's silver eyes, a magnetic force drawing her in, invoking a sense of both wonder and trepidation. Memories of their previous encounter resurfaced, each moment etched in her mind, a constant reminder of the power imbalance between them.

As Yue Li silently extended her foot, maintaining piercing eye contact, Lin Ya understood the unspoken demand. This time, however, the decision lay within her grasp. With a heavy heart and a palpable sense of resignation, Lin Ya's remaining shreds of pride dissolved into the air.

Without a word spoken, she surrendered herself willingly, her movements a testament to the depth of her submission. Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground, crawling toward Yue Li's waiting foot. Each inch covered felt like an excruciating admission of defeat, a conscious act of casting away her last vestiges of resistance.

Lin Ya's inner turmoil mirrored her physical descent, a journey marked by the crushing weight of her own submission. With each movement forward, a piece of her pride slipped away, swallowed by the realization that her desire for power and revenge came at the cost of her autonomy and self-respect.

She swallowed her pride, inching closer, the act of submission both agonizing and liberating. Lin Ya's spirit trembled as she reached out and touched her forehead to Yue Li's waiting foot, an act that marked the final surrender to the overwhelming dominance of the one she sought power from.

Lin Ya's world seemed to shrink, the gravity of the situation pulling her into an emotional whirlpool. Her surrender felt like a descent into a chasm of defeat, every movement toward Yue Li's foot a conscious relinquishment of her remaining pride.

The small predatory smile on Yue Li's lips sent a shiver down Lin Ya's spine, a mix of dread and fascination gripping her. As Yue Li lifted her chin, coercing eye contact once more, Lin Ya felt a sense of vulnerability unlike anything she'd experienced before. But this time, something different flickered within Yue Li's gaze, a message conveyed through unspoken images that pierced Lin Ya's understanding.

Confusion and apprehension knotted in Lin Ya's stomach as she grasped the implication—mere submission wasn't enough. Her heart raced with a surge of anxiety, realizing that her willingness to kneel wasn't sufficient to convey her sincerity. The demand to kiss Yue Li's foot emerged as a symbol of complete surrender, an act that transcended mere obedience.

A wave of conflicting emotions crashed over Lin Ya. A storm of reluctance, humiliation, and an unshakable desire for power surged within her, battling against the overwhelming dominance exerted by Yue Li. Her mind raced, torn between the harrowing prospect of further submission and the haunting allure of potential empowerment.

With a heavy heart and trembling lips, Lin Ya's spirit quivered as she leaned forward, suppressing her inner turmoil. The act of kissing Yue Li's foot felt like a final plunge into the abyss of submission, an act that simultaneously eroded her sense of self yet held the potential key to the power she craved.

As her lips made contact with Yue Li's foot, a torrent of emotions—shame, defiance, and a flicker of hope—collided within her. Each second of the lingering kiss marked an excruciating acknowledgment of her absolute surrender, a sacrifice made in pursuit of the elusive strength she sought.

As the second goes by and Lin Ya's sense of shame grows, Yue Li lifts her head again with her foot. This time, her eyes had a calm glow to them, making Lin Ya harbor fear for any new demands.

Yue Li ignored the silent plea in her eyes and put her toe on Lin Ya's forehead, right between her eyebrows, transmitting one of the first versions of the spider's movement technique, a self-made soul skill,to her mind.

Lin Ya's emotions teetered on a precarious edge, a tumultuous mixture of astonishment, gratitude, and apprehension as Yue Li's calm gaze met her own The sudden shift from a demanding presence to a serene demeanor within Yue Li left Lin Ya unnerved, uncertain of what new demands or revelations might follow.

As Yue Li lifted her foot once more and pressed her toe against Lin Ya's forehead, the transfer of knowledge commenced. A surge of information flooded Lin Ya's mind, a complex web of techniques and skills intricately woven within the depths of her consciousness.

The experience was both overwhelming and awe-inspiring. Lin Ya's initial shock gave way to a profound sense of astonishment and appreciation. Despite the submission and humiliation she had endured moments ago, Yue Li's method of imparting knowledge struck a chord within her.

Amidst the lingering shame and the weight of her surrender, Lin Ya couldn't help but acknowledge the practicality and efficiency of Yue Li's method. The transmission of information, despite the circumstances, ignited a spark of respect and intrigue toward Yue Li's unconventional ways.

Mixed with her conflicting emotions was a glimmer of appreciation for the powerful knowledge bestowed upon her. Yet, alongside this, Lin Ya harbored a growing sense of trepidation, understanding that this newfound skill came at the cost of further entrenching herself in Yue Li's sphere of dominance.

She knew that with this skill, her movement's speed had experienced an increase of 1.5 percent. It may not look much, but something within her told her that this skill was the worst in her arsenal.