Jumi continued her acting, her breath ragged, her eyes shimmering with false weakness. Mo Han bent toward her, one hand extended—not out of compassion, but because his healer's instincts never ignored the suffering.

That was the moment she had waited for.

With a flick of her wrist, a hidden pouch snapped open. Golden dust burst into the air, whirling like a cloud of fireflies. The enchantment powder filled Mo Han's nose and mouth before he could retreat. His vision blurred instantly, a wave of heat coursing through his blood. His chest tightened, and his knees threatened to give way.

Jumi's lips curved in a victorious smile. "Got you."

Mo Han staggered, his hand clenching into a fist. He forced qi to circulate, but the powder was different from ordinary seduction spells—it gnawed directly at his meridians, turning his own spiritual energy into chains that pulled him down. His cursed sword qi flared faintly in resistance, but the dizziness was already washing over him like a tide.

Jumi moved quickly. She caught his arm, her delicate body pressing against his unsteadiness. "Come, young master. Don't resist… you'll only hurt yourself." Her whisper was husky, sweet like poison, and her perfume filled his lungs until he could no longer tell if it was the powder or her body that made him reel.

Step by step, she guided his faltering body toward a nearby stone house, half-abandoned and unlit. His boots scraped against the gravel, his head hung low, his breath heavy. At the door, Jumi flicked her fingers, and a hidden seal unlocked the latch. She half-dragged, half-guided him inside, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

The door closed with a heavy thud. Darkness swallowed the room except for the faint glow of a lantern she lit with her qi. The stone house was small, its walls rough and bare. But it was secluded. Perfect.

Mo Han slumped against the wall, his breath ragged, his eyes still fighting to stay open. His aura flared for a heartbeat, as though he could burn the powder away, but the warmth flooding his meridians only made his head spin more violently.

"Shhh…" Jumi pressed her finger against his lips, leaning close, her hot breath brushing his face. "Don't fight. Just let go. Elder Park said no man can resist this powder. And why would you? Look at me, Mo Han… all yours."

She lowered herself against him, her robes rustling as her curves pressed deliberately against his body. She felt his chest rise and fall with every labored breath, and excitement surged in her veins.

Her voice dripped with venomous sweetness. "So many women in the mansion already want you… but you'll be mine first. When Elder Park sees you helpless in my arms, she'll have her excuse to throw you out as a disgrace. And me? I'll make you beg to stay."

Mo Han's eyelids fluttered. His vision wavered between clarity and haze, her face appearing both near and far, both beautiful and twisted. His fists clenched weakly, but his body wouldn't obey. The powder sank deeper, every heartbeat making it harder to resist.

Jumi's smile widened. She dragged him fully onto the cold stone floor, adjusting his posture so his body leaned heavily into hers. Her slender fingers traced the line of his jaw, tilting his head so his unfocused eyes locked with her hungry gaze.

"Do you feel it?" she whispered. "The fire in your veins? That's me. That's us."

Her hand slid down his chest, lingering, testing, savoring the faint shiver of qi that still resisted. She almost laughed at his stubborn willpower—how long could he hold out?

But then, his lips moved faintly. A whisper escaped, so quiet she barely heard it.

"…pathetic…"

Jumi stiffened. Her brows furrowed, but she quickly forced a smile again. "Still acting strong? Soon, you won't even remember that word."

She leaned down, her lips brushing dangerously close to his, while her other hand began tracing pressure points along his arm, feeding more of the powder's effect into his body. His aura flickered erratically, his resistance weakening.

The sound of her soft laugh filled the small stone chamber. "Sleep, Mo Han. Sleep… and when you wake, you'll belong to me."

His head drooped further, his body heavier, but even as the last flicker of consciousness dimmed, his qi churned faintly, like an ember refusing to die.

The room grew thick with silence, broken only by Jumi's husky breath and the faint rustle of her movements as she secured her prey.

Jumi's fingers trembled as they lingered against Mo Han's chest, but her eyes glittered with feverish determination. The powder was doing its work—his breath was heavy, his gaze unfocused, his aura struggling like a candle in the wind. She leaned closer, lips almost brushing his ear.

"That's it… just give in," she whispered, her voice husky, nearly breaking with anticipation. "Once your mind bends to mine, Elder Park will see you as a fallen man. And me… I'll finally prove my worth."

Her heart pounded. Though her body pressed against his, though the powder whispered sinful urges into her veins, she did not cross the final line. She had never given her Yin essence away—not to anyone. It was her most guarded treasure, her foundation for the breakthrough she sought. Tonight was about dominance, not surrender.

Mo Han's head lolled forward, his body slack in her hold. She bit her lip, the victory surging in her veins. "Yes… mine now," she murmured, her hand brushing across his brow as if sealing her triumph.

Mo Han was experiencing a turmoil inside. Something is pushing him to the limits of a beast.

"Hmmhh… he seems to fainted." Jumi scoffed while staring at Mo Han, who was lying on the ground without any movement or breath. "Who could resist the Enchantment powder combined with my family's seductive charm?" Jumi muttered with prideful laughter as she accessed her storage bangle made of wood.

Meanwhile Mo Han got back his consciousness due to his body constitution.

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