Honkai Star Rail: Corruption System

Lingsha's breathing was rapid and chaotic, her full chest heaving violently. Her already alluring eyes were now covered in a hazy mist, glistening with moisture.

Her face was a cross between the lingering horror of a nightmare, the shame of being utterly seen through, and the despair of having to bow to reality.

This state, more than her usual high and mighty coldness, possessed a breathtakingly seductive quality.

At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the composure and authority befitting the Luofu's chief medical officer?

Daziel's arm was like an iron clamp, unmoving, even pressing her deeper into his embrace. He could clearly feel every subtle change in the texture of her muscles, the instinctual resistance clashing with the irrepressible, violent tremors that conveyed the chaos in her heart.

"Answer my questions first."

Daziel's voice was devoid of warmth, his sharp gaze feeling as if it could pierce her very soul.

"Yunli, in the Shackling Prison. What is her condition?"

Lingsha bit her crimson lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood, her voice hoarse and trembling uncontrollably.

"She… she is unharmed for the time being. The environment in the Shackling Prison's frigid cells is harsh, but she is General Huaiyan's granddaughter. The wardens from the Ten-Lords Commission wouldn't dare to truly mistreat her. It's just… due to the law, she must serve her sentence inside and await final judgment."

"And General Huaiyan's attitude?" Daziel pressed on. "That Demon Sword, what does he plan to do with it?"

"The General…" Lingsha turned her face away slightly, trying to avoid Daziel's scorching gaze that felt like it could set her alight. "The General's wish is for the Demon Sword to be recovered smoothly. That would be the best outcome."

"But… but if some accident were to happen, as long as it doesn't cause a bigger mess, being unable to recover it… and directly melting it down to be reforged is not an unacceptable outcome."

"A new prize for the Martial Exhibition can always be found."

Hearing the answers to these two questions, the heavy stone in Daziel's heart finally lightened. Yunli was safe for now, and General Huaiyan's stance left room for negotiation. It wasn't set in stone, which gave him space to maneuver.

His grip loosened slightly, but he still maintained an air of absolute, undeniable control.

Lingsha desperately tried to calm the roiling sea of qi and blood within her, her mind in complete disarray. She struggled slightly, her voice a mixture of pleading and deep annoyance.

"Now… can you let me go now? I… I can regulate my own breathing and resolve this… this abnormal state."

Daziel stared into her eyes, which hadn't completely lost their panicked look, and at the final shred of pride she clung to as a medical officer. He nodded and finally released her.

"Be my guest."

As if granted a great amnesty, Lingsha's body went limp. She stumbled back two steps, putting a safe distance between herself and Daziel. She grabbed onto a nearby desk to steady herself, an unnatural blush coloring her long, pale neck. Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead, plastering a few strands of hair to her face.

She didn't even have the presence of mind to fix her messy hair or disordered clothes. She hastily retrieved a few specially scented herbs from her sleeve, along with a small, exquisite jade mortar. She tossed the herbs into the mortar and was about to begin grinding.

But at this moment, her entire body was so weak that the simple act of preparing medicine, usually an instinct, became incredibly difficult and clumsy. The smooth jade pestle nearly slipped from her trembling fingers several times, and the resulting powder was coarse and uneven. She clenched her jaw, large drops of sweat rolling from her brow and splashing into the mortar, instantly staining the green powder.

Daziel simply stood aside, arms crossed, watching quietly. He offered no words of encouragement, much less any help.

After a long while, Lingsha, panting heavily, finally finished grinding the powder. With trembling hands, she carefully poured some of it into her 「Smoke Jade Branch」 incense burner, added a few drops of an unknown dark liquid, and finally took out a flint. With a hand so shaky she could barely hold it, she managed to light the special incense within after several tries.

A wisp of reddish-white smoke, carrying a completely different, slightly bitter and cool scent, coiled upwards.

Lingsha closed her eyes as if grasping a final lifeline, deeply inhaling the smoke, trying to guide the residual true essence within her body to resolve the terrifying abnormal state caused by the Demon Sword's backlash.

However, the result was the opposite of what she wished.

The moment the smoke entered her body, instead of alleviating the bizarre sensation of heat and cold warring within her, it was like pouring hot oil onto a raging fire!

"Ngh—!"

Lingsha let out a pained, suppressed cry. Her body convulsed violently, her face instantly turning as white as paper, yet her cheeks burned like a sunset. She felt the chaotic energy that had merely been circulating within her completely detonate, turning into a torrent that slammed into her limbs and organs!

An indescribable, immense emptiness and a frantic craving surged uncontrollably from the depths of her soul! Accompanying it was a powerful, violent urge for destruction that threatened to tear her sanity to shreds!

Lingsha wrapped her arms tightly around herself, curling into a ball. Her long nails dug deep into her own arms, trying to use sharp pain to reclaim even a sliver of clarity.

"This urge… I… I can't control it anymore…" Her voice was filled with endless pain and confusion, her eyes beginning to lose focus, her pupils reflecting some terrible nightmare.

Daziel's brow furrowed sharply. He stopped spectating and strode forward in a single step, catching her swaying, burning hot body.

"I already told you, there are some things you can't just go 'sniffing' around," he said in a low voice, a cold, lecturing tone within it.

"You can't have the sword. Its demonic nature is far beyond your imagination. In your current state, if you were to touch it, the problem would become a hundred times worse. At that point, I'd need another person just to barely manage the balance of ice and fire."

His gaze unconsciously flickered towards the bed where March 7th was still sleeping soundly, his words carrying on. "Although there's a suitable candidate right here in the room, this Demon Sword is too harmful to ordinary people. I don't want to trouble March again."

Lingsha's body was as hot as a branding iron, her consciousness struggling on the precipice between clarity and oblivion. She could feel the steady, powerful force from Daziel's hands and heard every word he said.

"I… I was wrong… Please… please… help me alleviate this… I… I can't hold on much longer…"

Lingsha suddenly reached out, grabbing Daziel's sleeve with a death grip. She exhausted the last of her strength to lift her tear- and sweat-streaked face. Her vacant eyes burned with a final shred of lucidity as she stared at him, her voice broken and urgent. In her entire life, this was the first time she had been so humbled, her tone filled with a pleading and utter despair she had never imagined.

The supreme dignity of the Head Alchemist of the Alchemy Commission, the pride of a lifetime physician, was, at this moment, crushed to dust by the bizarre power that originated from Daziel but was now running rampant within her.

Daziel looked at her miserable, helpless state, and his heart softened slightly. This Vidyadhara woman had indeed fallen into this state because of the backlash from his own power. He wasn't entirely blameless.

He hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing his hesitation, the last spark of hope in Lingsha's heart began to flicker. Boundless despair instantly swallowed her, and hot tears she could no longer hold back streamed from the corners of her eyes.

"Mr. Daziel… as long as you're willing to help… I… I am willing to pay any price…"

Daziel finally sighed softly and nodded.

"Alright. Seeing as you're so sincere, I'll take a small loss and give you a hands-on demonstration of my secret for healing others. However…"

She's the one who begged me for this, he thought to himself. I didn't force her in the slightest!

The corners of Daziel's mouth unconsciously turned up in a slightly playful arc, his eyes holding a teasing look of someone who had gotten a good deal but was pretending otherwise.

"A word of warning first: this unique method of mine is not something you can learn."

Lingsha's mind was already hazy, but she instinctively sensed the undisguised teasing in Daziel's tone. She flinched, and a wave of indescribable humiliation washed over her, making her already burning face turn so red it looked like it would bleed. She subconsciously wanted to retort but was too weak to even form words. All she could do was glare at him fiercely with her watery, resentful eyes.

Seeing her puffed-up yet helpless and delicate appearance, the gloom in Daziel's heart from Yunli's situation actually lifted quite a bit.

He slowly leaned down, bringing his lips to her ear, and mimicked her earlier confident tone, his warm voice laced with a teasing quality.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Anger produces turbid qi. It will disturb that wisp of pure fragrance you worked so hard to gather. The world is so beautiful, it's not good for you to be so irritable… Come, follow me, take a deep breath… in… out…"

That unique scent belonging only to Daziel drifted past Lingsha's sensitive nose, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Shameless… scoundrel…" Lingsha ground out the words from between her teeth, but her voice was so soft and weak it sounded more like pouting.

Daziel chuckled softly and stopped teasing her. He supported Lingsha's unbelievably soft waist and led her towards the large sofa in the room—the very spot where Yunli had been "treated" before, the air still holding the faint fragrance of a young girl.

"Alright, no more joking around." Daziel's tone suddenly became serious, carrying an unquestionable weight. "What comes next might be a bit… special. You just need to relax completely and not resist my energy. Otherwise, you'll only make it more painful for yourself."

He gently placed Lingsha on the edge of the bed, letting her sit leaning against it.

Lingsha's heart was pounding like a drum, the sound thundering in her ears. She didn't know what Daziel's so-called "treatment" was, but she could clearly feel that as he moved, the frantic, tyrannical power inside her seemed to calm down, as if attracted and suppressed by an even stronger, more aggressive force. She looked up into Daziel's deep eyes. The earlier coldness and mockery were gone, replaced by a complex emotion she couldn't understand at all.

Daziel said no more. He reached out, his movements gentle yet firm, and undid the exquisite knot on Lingsha's collar.

Lingsha's body instantly went rigid as stone. She instinctively tried to raise a hand to stop him, but Daziel's movements were resolute, even carrying a strange, calming quality.

"Close your eyes," his voice was low and magnetic.

Her graceful body, flushed with an unnatural heat, was radiating an astonishing amount of warmth.

She closed her eyes in despair, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She didn't dare to watch what would happen next, feeling like a fish on a chopping block, completely at Daziel's mercy.

Lingsha felt Daziel's hot palm gently rest on her flat, firm abdomen. A strange, gentle energy, like a trickling stream, slowly seeped in. That energy was completely different from the tyrannical, fluctuating hot-and-cold aura inside her. It was as nourishing as a spring rain, as gentle as a winter sun.

The moment the bizarre, destructive power ravaging her body came into contact with this energy, it was as if it had met its destined nemesis. The violent turmoil gradually subsided. But with it came an even more indescribable emptiness and craving. Lingsha's body involuntarily leaned towards the source of that energy.

She could feel Daziel's presence growing stronger. That unique, purely masculine scent was, to her now, both a fatal poison and the only antidote.

Then, she felt a hot softness press against her lips.

That kiss… wasn't a kiss. It was an invasion.

Daziel's tongue didn't ask for permission—it simply took, exploring Lingsha's mouth with an authority that made her shudder. But it wasn't just the physical contact. A pure, overwhelming energy, the same she'd felt in his palm earlier, now surged directly into her system, a scorching current that hunted down and neutralized the chaotic energy of the Demon Blade.

The storm of ice and fire inside her began to calm, tamed by that force. Yet the void it left behind was even more desperate, a hunger that drove her to press against Daziel, craving more of that "remedy."

Her body's reaction, however, was far more honest than her rational mind. As Daziel's unique, pure energy flowed ceaselessly into her, the devastating torment in her body finally found an outlet. The bone-chilling cold was gradually warmed and melted by that searing current. A strange, unprecedented sensation spread through her limbs—tingling, numbness, tremors, and an indescribable comfort, a feeling of fullness.

Lingsha's prized reason and restraint crumbled in that moment, turning to dust. She'd practiced medicine for years, read every medical text in the Alchemy Commission, even studied the secret arts passed down by Zhuming's Dragon Heart—yet she'd never heard of a healing method so… so unorthodox!

Daziel finally broke the kiss, leaving her gasping, lips red and swollen. A thread of saliva connected their mouths, and he watched it with a satisfied smile.

"The first dose," he whispered, voice rough with desire. "Now, let's move to the main treatment. You need to relax completely, remember? Let the doctor handle everything."

Without waiting for a reply, his hands went to the rest of her clothes. The intricate knots and expensive fabrics of the Chief Alchemist's robes were undone with humiliating ease. Each piece that fell to the floor was like a layer of her dignity being stripped away. Soon, she lay completely naked on the couch, her feverish, flushed body exposed to Daziel's devouring gaze.

"So… perfect," he murmured, more to himself, as his eyes traced every curve.

The blush on Lingsha's face deepened, spreading to her neck and chest. The shame was so intense she wished to die, but the desire—that ravenous void inside her—was stronger. She felt like an addict faced with the only drug that could save her.

Daziel knelt before her, gently parting her thighs. Lingsha held her breath, her heart pounding wildly. The sight of him there, between her legs, was the most depraved thing she'd ever imagined.

"No… please…" she whimpered, voice breaking, a final pathetic shred of pride.

"Shhh," Daziel silenced her, pressing a finger to her lips. "The patient doesn't give orders. She only receives the treatment."

And then, she felt the heat of his mouth.

"Ngh—! Ah!"

A sharp moan escaped Lingsha as Daziel's tongue touched her clit. It was like lightning. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that her brain short-circuited. All her vast medical knowledge, all her self-control—it all dissolved into nothing.

He showed no mercy. He licked, sucked, and explored every fold, his tongue skilled and ruthless. Lingsha writhed on the couch, hands gripping the sheets, legs trembling uncontrollably. The chaotic energy inside her was literally being sucked out and replaced by waves of pure ecstasy. She could taste her own arousal on his lips, a bittersweet flavor of shame and surrender.

"This… this feeling… I… I'm going to…!"

Her body arched violently as a devastating orgasm ripped through her. A gush of warm fluid spilled from her core, and Daziel drank it all, wasting not a single drop.

In that moment, she finally understood firsthand the source of Daziel's "exhaustion after depletion" and the "lingering glow of catharsis" she'd observed. So this was how he'd "cured" Yunli and General Feixiao's persistent ailments—this… method!

A monstrous wave crashed over Lingsha's heart. Shock, shame, absurdity, and an emotion she refused to name tangled together, nearly freezing her mind. She'd always assumed Daziel used some inscrutable elixir or long-lost secret art. She'd never imagined the truth would be so… so shameful, so incomprehensible!

The Chief Alchemist of the Alchemy Commission, the revered physician of the Xianzhou Luofu, now lay in a man's arms, receiving a "treatment" that upended her entire worldview in the most primitive, intimate way possible. The realization made her want to die of humiliation—yet she couldn't resist the supreme comfort and tranquility gradually soothing her body and mind.

"Argh! S-stop… I can't take it…" she begged, breathless, body limp and oversensitive.

Daziel lifted his face, lips glistening with her fluids. "We're not done yet," he said with a wicked grin. "That was just the appetizer to open your meridians. Now comes the real medicine."

He stood and swiftly shed his own clothes. Lingsha, eyes hazy with pleasure, saw Daziel's cock for the first time—hard, throbbing, aimed at her like a weapon. It was thick, imposing, and the sight made her soaked core pulse with fresh need. The void inside her screamed to be filled by it.

"Now you understand the origin of the void, don't you?" Daziel asked, voice dripping with amused malice. "Your body knows what it needs to be healed."

He positioned himself between her legs, gripping his length. He rubbed it against her entrance, teasing, drawing a moan of agony and anticipation from her.

She wanted to shove him away, to scold him—but her body was as soft as snow melted by spring sun. All her strength had fled, leaving her to cling to him helplessly, letting him take what he wanted.

"P-please… Daziel… f-fill me…"

For the first time, she spoke his name. No longer a request—it was a plea. The Chief Alchemist was begging to be fucked.

"Since you asked so nicely…"

With a single thrust, he sheathed himself inside her.

"AHHHH!"

Lingsha screamed, feeling simultaneously split apart and filled. The sensation was overwhelming. He occupied every inch of the void that had tormented her. His pure energy wasn't just flowing now—it was being pumped directly into her core.

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the silent room, a primitive, obscene rhythm. Daziel wasn't gentle. He fucked her hard, each thrust deep and precise, as if hammering his healing energy into her. Lingsha clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, face twisted in a mask of pain and ecstasy.

She saw stars. Every stroke sent shockwaves through her, eradicating the last traces of demonic energy and leaving behind a peace and pleasure she'd never known existed.

"Deeper… Ah! D-don't stop!" she screamed, mind lost to lust.

Daziel gripped her hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle, hitting her most sensitive spot over and over. Lingsha felt another orgasm building—stronger than the first. Her inner walls clenched violently around him.

"So… fucking tight…" Daziel growled, his own control fraying.

He felt her climax milking his cock, and it pushed him over the edge.

With a final, guttural thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, a roar of pure pleasure tearing from his throat. He came inside her. Not just a climax—a flood. A torrent of hot, pure energy, the essence of his power, filled Lingsha's womb, burning away the last remnants of demonic affliction and marking her as his.

Lingsha shrieked, body convulsing violently around him as he kept pulsing, spilling into her. Her mind shattered. Shame, pride, logic—all obliterated by the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, and in some twisted, profane way, healed. The void was gone; in its place, there was only him.

When Daziel finally stilled, he remained inside her for a long moment, both panting, bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out slowly, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the quiet room. Lingsha collapsed onto the couch, a trembling mess of limp limbs and fluids. Her eyes, once cold and proud, were now glazed and lost, lips parted, the flush on her face telling the story of her complete surrender.

He watched her for a moment, a hunter admiring his conquered prey. But he wasn't done. His cock was still hard as stone, throbbing with need.

"The treatment isn't over yet, Lingsha," his voice was a low, amused growl. "A full cure requires repeated doses. To ensure the problem doesn't return."

Before Lingsha could process his words, he gripped her hips and flipped her without ceremony, forcing her onto her hands and knees. The position was humiliating, exposing her completely to him. Her round, pale ass was raised, her red, well-used entrance glistening with their mixed fluids.

SMACK!

Daziel's hand came down on her ass, leaving a stinging red mark. Lingsha gasped, shock and unexpected pleasure jolting through her.

He didn't wait. Aligning his cock with her dripping, tight entrance, he pushed in with a brutal force that brooked no refusal.

"GNNNHH!"

A muffled scream escaped Lingsha, face pressed into the couch cushions. The sensation was utterly different from before. If the first time felt like being filled, this was like being impaled. Every inch of him forcing his way inside was a shock of pain and pleasure so obscene it made her tremble.

Daziel gave her no time to adjust. He gripped her hips, using them as leverage to set a fast, savage pace.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of his pelvis slapping against her ass was loud and shameless, a soundtrack to her humiliation. He fucked her without a trace of tenderness, like an animal in heat. With every thrust, he could see shockwaves ripple through her back, her muscles spasming.

"Look at you…" he snarled in her ear, voice rough with lust. "The noble, untouchable Lingsha… seems to love being fucked on all fours—ahem—receiving her medicine." He smirked, noticing how her excitement grew with his rough treatment. Pushing her onto the bed again, he lifted one of her legs, letting his cock plunge even deeper inside her.

The words hit her like another slap. Shame and arousal mixed into a toxic cocktail, driving her mad. She wanted to curse him, to damn him to hell—but all that escaped her lips were broken, incoherent moans.

"Ah… D-Daziel… m-more… fuck me…"

Her plea only spurred him on. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to arch further. The position stretched her inner walls, making her even tighter around him.

He sped up, pounding into her with relentless fury. "I'll heal you so well you'll never forget your dear doctor's name."

Lingsha couldn't take it anymore. The relentless friction against her sweet spot, the feeling of being used and owned, the humiliation of her own surrender—it all converged into a single point of blinding white light in her mind.

"I'M… I'M CUMMING!" she screamed into the couch.

Her body convulsed in an orgasm so violent she nearly blacked out. Her walls clenched around Daziel with spasmodic force, and that was his undoing.

With a primal roar from the depths of his chest, Daziel exploded inside her. He came with tremendous force, pumping his hot seed and healing energy into her again and again, until he was utterly spent.

He collapsed over her, his weight pinning her to the couch, both trembling and drenched in sweat. The room reeked of sex. For a long minute, the only sound was their ragged breathing.

Finally, Daziel pulled out slowly and stepped back. Lingsha simply crumpled onto the cushions, completely boneless, unable to move a muscle. Her entire body ached with a pleasurable pain, her mind blank and emptied. She felt his cum trickling down her thighs, a warm, sticky proof of her total submission.

The treatment was over.

When Daziel finally ended this long and in-depth "treatment," Lingsha was already drenched in fragrant sweat, limp as mud, unwilling to move even a single finger.

The terrifying, strange aura in her body was completely gone, replaced by an unprecedented peace and comfort, as if she had undergone a complete metamorphosis. It was just that the crimson flush on her face, like a brand, refused to fade.

Daziel pulled her scattered clothes back into place. Seeing her demure appearance, with alluring eyes like silk and cheeks flushed like sunset clouds, he let out a soft sigh, breaking the extremely ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Lingsha slowly opened her eyes. They were watery and glistening as she looked at the man before her with an incredibly complex expression, her voice raspy.

She could hardly believe what she had just experienced, much less that she had sunk into it. The vast medical knowledge of the Alchemy Commission, the supreme legacy of the Zhuming Dragon-Hearted lineage, all felt like a colossal joke in her mind right now.

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