My Master Has a Heart of Stone

For more than a decade after transmigrating into a soul, Qing Changshuang sat quietly in a tall building, waiting for the protagonist to appear.

Her main quest was to take the protagonist as her disciple, torment him mercilessly, and ultimately die at his hands.

That was all she had to do, and she could go home.

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At their first meeting, the young man claimed the foremost seat at the initiation ceremony. He stood tall and graceful, refined and otherworldly.

After seeing the bloody methods in the original story, Qing Changshuang couldn't bear to follow through. She kept stopping just short of the line, backing down again and again.

When he went to explore a secret realm, she went in after him and turned it upside down. When he asked to go down the mountain to gain experience, she refused and confined him to a cave to reflect on his actions.

But every time, Qing Changshuang made it up to him through someone else.

Spirit stones, secret manuals, treasured swords... He had everything he could want.

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Until one night, she passed a half-open door with light spilling through it and heard a series of restrained, muffled sounds of longing.

Peering through the gap, she saw the young man stripped of his clothes, clutching a portrait of her as he greedily indulged in acts of forbidden desire toward his master.

Suddenly, he turned his head. His gaze melted into a pool of spring water, and his moist lips parted and closed.

Master.

The moment their eyes met, she panicked and ran.

He's insane! Absolutely insane!

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Later, she put on the airs of a master and harshly laid down the law.

"That's utterly depraved and against all moral principles!"

"But I did it anyway."

He was still unsatisfied. Kneeling through the snow, his knees left burn-like marks behind him. "Are you going to punish me?"

Qing Changshuang was horrified. Frozen in place, she trembled as she cursed him. "Madman!"

He smiled, looking utterly crazed. "My master is largely responsible for what I've become."

He wrapped both arms around her waist and rested his chin against her soft belly. His dark eyes burned with cloying desire.

"Wasn't it you, Master, who made me this way?"

His expression was tender yet sick, his obsession on full display.

"You're the one who wants to leave me. You're the one who wants to go first. You're the one who decided to abandon our master-disciple bond."

"I'm your possession, aren't I, Master?"

"But your possession can't control his thoughts. He wants to defile you."

His breath was hot as he asked in anticipation:

"So now, how will you punish me?"

Amid the falling snow, he gripped her wrist. There was no escape.

Only then did Qing Changshuang realize:

It seemed that, in trying to get home, she'd gotten involved with a truly dangerous madman.

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A cold and unfeeling master who transmigrated into a book × a seemingly innocent but secretly sinister, obsessive, reborn disciple

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Theme: Stand firm in what you believe in. Don't let yourself be defeated.