Honkai Star Rail: Corruption System

A few days later.

The morning light, soft and faint, filtered through the flower-patterned wooden windows of the Warm Dust Inn, casting dappled shadows.

The air was filled with the subtle fragrance of green tea and the sweet, glutinous scent of pastries.

The ambiguous liaisons and subtle influences from the past few days with the ladies seemed to have settled into this rare tranquility.

Daziel held a teacup, his fingertips gently caressing the warm, smooth porcelain, as he quietly watched the two young women across from him.

Yunli slowly savored the osmanthus cake on her plate, her gaze occasionally drifting, as if a perplexing worry weighed on her brows.

March 7th, meanwhile, fiddled with her Star Rail camera, meticulously adjusting the focus and aperture as she pointed it at the bustling street scene outside the window, occasionally letting out a soft, humming sound.

Suddenly, Yunli put down her pastry, as if she had made a significant resolve, her tone laced with an unprecedented solemnity.

"Daziel!"

A sharp clink.

Daziel's teacup slipped from his grasp, landing with a heavy thud on the rosewood table. Hot tea splashed out, a few drops falling onto his fingertips, bringing a faint, negligible sting.

He slowly lifted his gaze, his lips slightly parted, and the depths of his eyes were filled with incredulous surprise.

"What?! You said... you're not going to melt it?! Why?!"

Daziel clearly couldn't understand why Yunli's attitude towards the Demon Sword had suddenly undergone such a drastic change.

March 7th also stopped her movements at the sound, her clear pink-and-blue eyes instantly filling with concern.

"Yunli-chan, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Yunli gently shook her head, her gaze incredibly firm, her eyes clearly reflecting Daziel's bewildered face.

"Because that sword... it carries... it carries... our special, beautiful memories together, right?"

Recalling what happened that day, Yunli still felt a little shy.

"I used to abhor the Demon Sword's ability to twist people's hearts, but after experiencing... those things... the obsession in my heart seems to have dissipated quite a bit."

Hearing this, March 7th's face bloomed with a joyful smile.

"Yunli-chan, it's absolutely wonderful that you can think that way!"

However, Yunli's tone suddenly shifted, and a faint blush quietly rose on her pale white cheeks.

"And... that's not even the whole reason..."

"Even if I were to completely melt the sword's body, the Age of Yang power contained within it would still stubbornly persist."

Her voice grew softer and softer, carrying a hint of unspeakable awkwardness and embarrassment.

"Such... such high-tier Age of Yang power, what ordinary vessel could possibly contain it now?"

Yunli's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, her cheeks so red they looked ready to bleed.

As Daziel listened to her words, the corner of his lips twitched involuntarily.

In his mind, in an instant, the figures of several other similarly 'outrageous' individuals flashed by.

Like Xueyi, who used him as a cup for her clothes, or the adult Bailu who did that thing with him, or another who liked to cosplay as a 'real person' and aimed to refine the entire Luofu...

"Cough, cough, yes, there certainly are."

Daziel coughed a few times, trying to mask his slightly odd expression.

Yunli's large, watery eyes immediately filled with intense curiosity.

Daziel, however, had no intention of continuing the conversation. He simply waved his hand, signaling that the matter should be dropped for now.

Seeing Daziel's reluctance to speak further, Yunli continued with her own discovery.

"And... I think... I think I've already figured out the Demon Sword's true purpose."

March 7th blinked her eyes.

"Its true purpose?"

Yunli's expression suddenly turned grave and solemn, and she spoke, clearly and deliberately, each word reaching both their ears.

"This sword, it truly can greatly enhance the wielder's swordsmanship."

"As long as... as long as we keep using this sword, continuously... poking ourselves with it, that's all."

Inside the inn room, the formerly flowing air seemed to solidify in that instant, becoming terrifyingly still.

March 7th and Daziel clearly hadn't expected the Demon Sword to have this function, and they froze on the spot...

Yunli, seemingly oblivious to their changed expressions, remained engrossed in her memories, speaking softly.

"That day, just a brief moment of that experience, and my swordsmanship visibly improved by leaps and bounds."

"Only, the cost... you both witnessed it yourselves."

"If it's used too much, the body simply can't withstand that extreme impact, and one's mind will completely lose itself amidst the intertwining of extreme pleasure and extreme pain."

"Then don't use that sword anymore!"

March 7th was the first to react, leaping from her seat, her small face tight with resolve, her voice firm.

"What if you keep using it and something terrible happens? What then?!"

"I have plenty of little toys here! There's absolutely no need to use such a dangerous thing! At worst... at worst, I'll just share some better ones with you!"

She patted her chest, looking utterly righteous and chivalrous.

Yunli, meeting March 7th's frantic, adorable gaze, felt a warmth rise in her heart, but she still firmly shook her head.

"I have an idea."

Her gaze flickered back and forth between Daziel and March 7th.

"After I use this sword, my body becomes burning hot, almost uncontrollable."

"But when you, March-nee, use it, your body becomes cold as ice, chilling to the bone."

"But, as long as—"

She paused slightly, her gaze finally locking onto Daziel, her eyes burning with astonishing brightness.

"As long as Daziel-gege is here, and we continuously... use this sword, alternately inserting it into both our bodies..."

"Just like that day, the extreme hot and cold forces within our bodies will counteract each other and continuously weaken."

"This way, the side effects of using the Demon Sword can be minimized."

"And both my and March-nee's swordsmanship will continuously improve along with it..."

March 7th was completely dumbfounded by now, her tender, peach-pink lips slightly parted, unable to close for a long time.

"This... can this really work?!"

She mumbled to herself, her voice full of disbelief.

Daziel's expression, which had initially been one of utter shock, now transformed into one of extreme absurdity and exasperated amusement.

"Seriously? Yunli, are you trying to turn me into some kind of Yaoshi's Emissary?! That's too much!"

He finally couldn't hold back his complaints, his voice involuntarily rising a few decibels, filled with helplessness.

"Even if I were an immortal ox to plough with, and you two were unbreakable fields, you can't play like this, can you?!"

Hearing this, Yunli's already flushed little face suddenly flared up, becoming even more exquisitely alluring.

But she still mustered her courage.

She rose, took graceful steps around the table, and slowly walked to Daziel's side, extending a delicate jade hand to gently tug on his sleeve.

The girl's voice was soft, sweet, and sugary, carrying a hint of endearing coquetry that made it hard to refuse.

"I'll soon be representing our Xianzhou Zhuming to participate in the grand Martial Arts Ceremony."

"But... but I'm really not confident I can beat that swordsman from the Xianzhou Luofu named Yanqing. You know him, he's so fickle with his swords, I absolutely can't let him win against me."

In her eyes, there sparkled defiance, longing, and a hint of vulnerability she couldn't hide.

"This sword seems to be the only way I can quickly improve my strength right now."

Daziel was silent for a moment.

Because with the changes in the world, weren't Yanqing and Yunli supposed to teach March 7th swordsmanship together?

And General Jing Yuan hadn't forbidden the sparring between the two of them either.

Was this a good thing, or a bad thing?

March 7th, meeting Yunli's gaze, those eyes filled with urgent determination, her own heart began to waver.

She whispered, mumbling: "But... but Yunli-chan, I don't even know how to use a sword at all..."

Upon hearing this, Yunli immediately brightened, turning to March 7th, her eyes instantly alight with hope.

"That's simple! I'll just teach you!"

She tightly grasped March 7th's hand, her voice incredibly firm and full of confidence.

"I feel like, March-nee, you're practically a born sword-wielder!"

March 7th thoughtfully scratched her silky pink-and-blue hair, a strange blush spreading across her face.

Seeing this, Yunli hurriedly waved her small hands, quickly explaining:

"Not that 'jian' (slutty)! I mean, you're naturally very suited for sword practice!"

March 7th instantly became a bit embarrassed, only able to stammer awkwardly, her cheeks also flushed with an adorable pink.

"Oh, uhm, really? This... how did you figure that out? It's kind of embarrassing, hehe..."

Yunli's gaze became incredibly earnest, even carrying a hint of almost pleading desperation.

She gazed deeply into March 7th's eyes, her voice soft, pleading coquettishly.

March 7th looked at Yunli's hopeful eyes, and after a slight hesitation, she gently nodded.

Though she said she needed to think about it, her expression, tinged with shyness and anticipation, was already a silent agreement.

Inside the room, only Daziel remained, having yet to clearly state his position.

Yunli's and March 7th's gazes, like two searing searchlights, simultaneously converged on him.

Daziel let out a long, long sigh, his chest filled with complex, inexpressible emotions.

He knew that faced with the girls' fervent anticipation, he simply couldn't bring himself to refuse.

His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable authority, setting the final tone for this seemingly crazy training plan.

"However, I have one condition."

Daziel's gaze suddenly sharpened, slowly sweeping over Yunli's charming face, then seeming to pierce through the void to land on the Demon Sword, which looked rather like a magic wand.

"If this sword causes a burden on your bodies that exceeds my control..."

"Then, Yunli, you must immediately, right away, melt it down completely!"

"No arguments whatsoever."

Yunli met Daziel's incredibly serious expression, feeling the firmness in his words, and nodded heavily, her voice clear and crisp.

"Alright, I promise you, Daziel!"

Night fell, silent as ink.

Inside the training room of the Xianzhou Zhuming, dozens of candles flickered, casting bright light that illuminated every corner clearly.

The dancing flame-shadows continuously shifted on the mirror-smooth polished floor, casting dappled, mottled patterns.

In the air, a faint, almost imperceptible, subtle fragrance slowly diffused.

Daziel leaned lazily against a vermillion-lacquered corridor pillar.

His fingertips unconsciously tapped the cool, hard pillar in a rhythmic 'thump-thump' sound.

As for the upcoming 'sword practice,' he genuinely couldn't muster much enthusiasm.

According to the settings of the Honkai: Star Rail game he used to be addicted to, once March 7th started 'sword practice,' she would unlock a brand new outfit. There was no doubt about that.

That set of red and black combat attire, paired with pure white, snow-like long silk stockings.

Indeed, purely from an aesthetic point of view, it was rather pleasing to the eye.

But Daziel always felt that... something was still missing.

It was far less stunning than when she wore that formal dress back in Belobog.

So, this so-called 'sword practice'...

In his opinion, it was nothing more than changing positions and locations to perform their already familiar routine of marital duties.

Daziel defined it so dismissively in his heart.

Until, Yunli, gracefully holding a delicate brocade box with both hands, gently approached.

The wooden box opened with a soft click, and a striking flash of pink, like a newly bloomed peach blossom, gently slipped into Daziel's vision.

It was an item of clothing, but certainly not an ordinary one.

The light gauze was as sheer as morning mist, revealing the jade-like color of skin beneath; the silk was as smooth as spring water, so delicate it felt as if it would melt at a touch.

Upon it, exquisitely intricate platinum hollow patterns were adorned, complex and alluring, subtly outlining curves that invited boundless imagination.

This was definitely not some proper training attire...

This was...

Lingerie!

And Daziel's breath hitched, just for an instant.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, carrying a hint of surprise and a wave of fervent heat he hadn't felt in a long time.

That previous boredom, born from waiting, was completely shattered by this sudden splash of pink.

Inside his chest, it felt as if something was churning, roaring to life.

His blood was boiling!

Yunli, holding the outfit that made one's blood run hot, presented it to March 7th with both hands.

Her expression remained utterly serious, as if this were nothing more than a perfectly ordinary auxiliary tool.

Yunli's voice was clear and crisp, tinged with undeniable earnestness:

"This way, Daziel-gege can help us two 'practice sword' even better."

March 7th's cheeks instantly 'whoosh!' turned so red they looked as if they could drip blood.

She waved her hands frantically, like a startled fawn, her gaze darting about in a panic, not daring to look at the clothing, much less Daziel.

That cloud of pink in her eyes was hotter than the fiercest flames, burning away every inch of her sense of shame.

Yunli, however, furrowed her delicate brows, her tone laced with a hint of confusion and urgency: "This was specially custom-made by the top lingerie master in Zhuming, whom I sought out at great expense."

She gently stroked the fabric, explaining: "Its material is extremely special, capable of maximally guiding and amplify the flow of power, reducing loss."

She paused, Yunli's clear eyes turning to Daziel, then back to March 7th, adding the most fatal line:

"Besides, if you wear this, Daziel will see it and become even more powerful, so tell me, do you want to or not?!"

These words, like a bolt of lightning, struck March 7th's heart.

All her movements instantly stiffened.

Her dewy eyes, with a hint of allure and a flicker of hesitation, secretly, swiftly stole a glance at Daziel.

Right then, she met his deep eyes, unwavering, firmly fixed on her...

No, more accurately, fixed on the cicada-wing-thin pink gauze garment in her hands.

What churned in that gaze was a burning heat and desire she had never seen before, almost enough to melt a person.

March 7th lightly bit her moist lower lip, with such force that it almost drew blood.

Her heart felt as if an invisible hand had grasped it, then suddenly released it, wildly throbbing out of control, hammering against her chest with a thunderous 'thump-thump,' as if it would break free of its bind and leap from her throat at any moment.

She took a deep breath, then another, trying to calm this sudden violent tremor, but it was futile.

Finally, as if she had reached some resolve, or perhaps resigned to her fate, she took the garment that challenged all her boundaries, turned around, and with somewhat unsteady steps, walked behind the carved nanmu screen.

From behind the screen, faint rustling sounds drifted out.

It was the soft rustle of fabric rubbing, occasionally interspersed with the girl's deliberately suppressed, low gasps, whether from embarrassment or the cool touch of the material.

Daziel's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, making a soft 'gulp' sound.

If March 7th had changed in front of him, he probably wouldn't have felt such an intense surge of suppressed desire...

But with the space for imagination and anticipation, the feeling was entirely different.

And Daziel's heart, at that moment, was filled with a sudden regret.

He deeply regretted having harbored even a shred of disdain and disregard for this so-called 'sword practice' just moments ago.

I'm sorry!

My voice was a bit too loud just now!

Yunli, I also shouldn't have said things like 'if there's a problem with this sword, then don't practice anymore'.

This sword!

Today, you absolutely must continue this practice!

Even if the sky falls, I, Daziel, will hold it up for you!

The screen was gently pulled open, revealing a sliver of light, by a soft, pale hand, trembling slightly.

March 7th, with her head bowed low, slowly stepped out with graceful, swaying movements.

In that instant, even the flickering candlelight seemed to brighten for her.

The smoky, mist-like pink sheer fabric gently and perfectly clung to her exquisitely undulating, beautiful curves.

The girl's creamy, delicate skin shimmered faintly beneath the sheer fabric, as if enveloped by a layer of misty moonlight, radiating an enticing glow.

The daring cut-out design subtly appeared on both sides of her slender waist and along the outer edges of her long, jade-like legs.

Every curve seemed to be precisely calculated, outlining an extreme boldness that was nonetheless tinged with a delicate, overwhelming allure.

Snow-white silk long stockings tightly encased her well-proportioned, slender legs, their delicate lace cuffs extending upwards, disappearing beyond sight, inviting endless imagination.

A few damp strands of pink hair clung messily to her delicately flushed face and pale neck, which were lightly beaded with sweat, adding a touch of languid charm.

Her hands were clasped awkwardly in front of her, her fingertips unconsciously curling from nervousness, fidgeting with the hem of her garment.

Her large, watery eyes, like those of a startled fawn, flickered restlessly, completely unable to meet Daziel's gaze for even a moment.

Daziel felt his heart skip a beat in that instant.

No, perhaps it had stopped altogether.

All sounds in the world seemed to vanish at that moment.

In his field of vision, there was only the vibrant, captivating, heart-stirring pink figure before him.

Her usual adorable charm, her graceful elegance in formal attire, all were, at this moment, replaced by an entirely new, dazzling, utterly seductive allure.

Innocence and allure, these two seemingly opposite temperaments, perfectly intertwined within her like a miracle, blending seamlessly.

They formed a fatal attraction, enough to make any male creature lose his mind.

March 7th, under his undisguised gaze that seemed to want to devour her completely, felt her entire body grow hot, every inch of her skin prickling with tiny tremors.

She mumbled softly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a hint of imperceptible grievance and embarrassment.

"Is it... is it really that good-looking?"

"Why... why do you keep staring like that, just staring..."

Daziel chuckled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, breaking the almost solidified ambiguous atmosphere.

"Our little March 7th is the prettiest in the world!"

His voice overflowed with undisguised admiration and heartfelt sincerity.

"Always a fresh sight, never boring! Every time brings a brand new experience!"

March 7th's cheeks grew even redder and more flushed from this sudden, direct, and fervent praise, and her heart pounded even faster.

She softly 'hmph'ed, with a touch of a maiden's charming pout, turning her head away, not daring to look at him anymore.

"Hmph, smooth talker! Always saying sweet things to get people to fall for you."

She complained softly, her tone rather sour, yet tinged with an imperceptible sweetness:

"You... just try to bring fewer new 'little sisters' home from outside in the future, and I'll be perfectly content..."

This charming, pouting complaint, though tinged with jealousy, still warmed Daziel's heart.

Yunli, at this opportune moment, stepped forward with graceful, swaying steps.

She timely interrupted the subtly developing, almost 'sticky' ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them.

Yunli's tone remained as grave and earnest as ever, as if she were completely oblivious to the alluring scene before her, or perhaps, had long since adapted to it.

"Time is precious, let's start quickly."

She lifted her clear eyes and looked at March 7th: "March-nee, you go first."

The Demon Sword, whose appearance was not unlike a magic wand, was casually tossed into the air by her.

In the air, an extremely faint 'hum' resonated.

A transparent, almost imperceptible ripple, with the invisible sword at its center, spread outwards in all directions.

The unseen Demon Sword, illuminated by the dim candlelight, refracted a strange, ineffable ghostly glow.

From its sword body, simultaneously emanated two terrifying, completely opposite auras of extreme cold and scorching heat, intertwined, making one's heart tremble. It whistled as it flew, precisely towards March 7th.

March 7th took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the agitation and shyness in her heart.

Her eyes, in an instant, became focused and sharp.

March 7th extended her pristine, jade-like right hand, her movements swift and precise.

She firmly, steadily grasped the hilt of the invisible, terrifyingly-aura-emitting sword.

"Alright! Yunli, Little Master, watch me!"

March 7th let out a cute shout, cheering herself on.

March 7th was seen gripping the hilt with both hands, her expression solemn.

She slowly aimed the cylindrical, eerie-glowing sword hilt at herself.

Without the slightest hesitation, her eyes unfocused.

She slowly, inch by inch, inserted the soul-trembling Demon Sword into her own body.

The first day of 'sword practice'.

It was spent in this complex experience, where pain and strange pleasure intertwined.

Who knew how many times that eerie Demon Sword had "thoughtfully cycled" within March 7th's body? Each insertion and pulsation brought an indescribable impact.

Finally, when the Demon Sword was withdrawn, March 7th went limp all over, bathed in fragrant sweat, almost collapsing to the ground, unable to stand steady.

She panted rapidly, her chest heaving violently, delicate, glistening beads of sweat seeping from her forehead, causing a few damp strands of pink hair to cling tightly to her smooth, jade-like skin, making her appear even more alluring.

That specially made pink gauze garment, already sheer, now clung tightly to her exquisitely contoured curves due to the dampness of sweat. Every rise and fall was clearly visible, revealing a few touches of heartbreaking vulnerability and extreme delicacy, truly inspiring desire.

Daziel rushed forward in one stride, his arms gently extended, steadily embracing her swaying, delicate body into his arms.

His nose was enveloped by the unique scent of sweat mixed with the girl's body fragrance, and his heart stirred with agitation.

"Little March 7th, are you... are you still holding up?"

Daziel's voice held a trace of imperceptible huskiness.

March 7th leaned weakly against Daziel's solid chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and burning body warmth, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

After a long while, she finally managed to regain a shred of strength, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, laced with deep exhaustion and a strange, lingering afterglow:

She barely lifted her dazed, watery eyes, shimmering with moisture, looking at Daziel who was just inches away. Her delicate cheeks were so red they almost looked ready to bleed, and her gaze held a hint of dependence, a touch of shyness, and a hint of satisfaction she hadn't even noticed herself.

On the other side, Yunli was clearly exhausted as well, currently sprawled undignifiedly on the soft bed. Her delicate body was also glistening with fragrant sweat, her clothes damp and clinging to her skin, outlining her youthful, beautiful silhouette.

She let out a long sigh, her voice tinged with a languid laziness:

As she spoke, Yunli fumbled within her sleeve lining and produced a small, exquisite white jade porcelain bottle. Its body was smooth and slender, and it emitted...

"Daziel-gege, this is... this is a 'divine oil' I specially asked Lingsha-nee to formulate for our 'sword practice' this time."

Her voice held an imperceptible hint of mischief:

"This divine oil can quickly alleviate the residual pain and discomfort after 'sword practice.' You... you should apply it to March-nee first."

Daziel took the cool, smooth jade porcelain bottle. It felt slightly heavy in his hand. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking at Yunli:

"Yunli, aren't you going to use it yourself?"

In Yunli's clear eyes, however, there now flashed a hint of sly exhaustion.

"...It won't be too late to apply it to me afterward."

Daziel pulled open the bottle cap. A clear, strange, subtle fragrance instantly wafted out, refreshing and invigorating, as if it could penetrate one's very bones, instantly lifting one's spirits.

Nothing seemed amiss...?

Daziel said no more. Carefully, he scooped up the delicate, weak March 7th. She was as light as a feather.

His large hand, gentle yet carrying an undeniable implication, swept aside the thin pink gauze skirt covering her legs.

"You... I can apply it myself!"

March 7th symbolically struggled lightly in his arms, her cheeks so red they could almost cook eggs, her voice so shy it was like a mosquito's buzz.

"Ah, don't move, little silly."

Daziel whispered by her sensitive earlobe, his warm breath caressing it, making her body slightly tingle.

"Be a good girl and save your strength. Look at you, your legs are completely jelly, and you're still trying to act tough."

His gaze, carrying a hint of aggression, slowly swept over the pink sheer fabric that still clung tightly to her body, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously once more, and he secretly praised in his heart:

This outfit was simply a battle robe of allure tailor-made for March 7th.

It was practically like applying the highest-tier 'lewd' mod to a character in the Honkai: Star Rail game, making it impossible to stop.

Yunli, at the side, spoke at the right moment, her voice husky from exhaustion, yet still remarkably clear:

"Daziel-gege, this divine oil needs to be applied evenly over the main meridians of the body, especially in the areas where the Demon Sword's energy impact was most intense just now, for it to be effective."

Daziel took a deep breath, suppressing the impure thoughts in his heart, nodded, and responded in a deep voice:

"Understood. Leave it to me."

He poured the fragrant divine oil into his palm and patiently, inch by inch, began to carefully apply it to March 7th in his arms.

Soon, in the quiet room, there was only the faint rustle of clothing fabric, occasionally mixed with March 7th's deliberately suppressed, low gasps, tinged with pain yet laced with a strange, peculiar pleasure.

March 7th's voice held a trace of hesitation and confusion.

Daziel paused his applying motion, a little surprised.

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As I had already done a scene with Yunli and March, I found it redundant to do it again.

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