Naked Sword Art

Chapter 459: Mental Illusions

After Bai Fan and Zhao Pan left, Xiao Fang lingered behind. He waited until the lecture hall had mostly emptied out before casually reaching up and slipping off his blindfold.

A soft hum of power shimmered around him as his uncovered violet eyes came into view. The air seemed to respond to him, becoming charged with silent intensity, but Xiao Fang did a good job at suppressing his natural presence.

At the front of the room, Elder Su Lingxi was gathering her scrolls when she happened to glance up, the sight of Xiao Fang looking down at her made her pause.

Her breath hitched.

It had been over 2 months since they had done anything together, but not a day had gone by that she didn’t think about it.

The glow of his eyes, the way the sunlight caught his features—he looked less like a student and more like some divine figure from a dream. She quickly averted her gaze, though the faint redness that touched her cheeks betrayed her reaction.

"Elder Su," Xiao Fang said, his voice low and smooth. "I had a question about the lecture."

"Y-Yes?" she replied a bit too quickly. She cleared her throat, composing herself. "Of course. What would you like to know?"

"You spoke about mental illusions, how they affect the perception of reality. But you didn’t go into detail about how to create them. Could you show me?"

Su Lingxi blinked, a little surprised at the request, then slowly smiled.

"Very well," Elder Su Lingxi replied with a faint, knowing smile. "But be warned—mental illusions are unlike any other technique. They don’t just fool the senses... they rewrite what the mind believes to be true."

She raised her hand slowly. A single snowflake shimmered into existence, landing delicately on her palm.

Then came another.

And another.

Within seconds, dozens of snowflakes were drifting through the air around them, the temperature in the room subtly beginning to drop.

Xiao Fang glanced around, his expression curious—but sharp. Within moments, the once warm and dimly lit classroom had turned into a snowy dreamscape. The air was crisp and quiet, and the desks and scrolls had all vanished beneath a fresh layer of white. Snow crunched softly underfoot.

Xiao Fang lifted a hand, catching a snowflake in his palm. His brows furrowed.

It felt real.

Not just a convincing trick, but real snow—cold, crystalline, and delicate. The chill reached through his skin, crawling up his wrist. He could feel his breath mist in the air.

The illusion didn’t just touch his eyes—it wrapped around his entire being.

Seeing the fascination in his eyes, Su Lingxi smiled faintly, then raised both hands as the world shifted again.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Fang was no longer standing in a classroom, but on a vast, frozen lake stretching endlessly in every direction. The snow still fell, thicker now, and the pale light of a twilight sun dimly lit the endless sky.

The lake beneath his feet gleamed with an eerie beauty—smooth, polished ice that reflected the heavens above like a mirror.

No wind. No sound.

Only the biting cold and the sound of his own slow, steady breath.

Then—he felt it. A creeping sensation.

His legs.

They were freezing in place.

Ice began to crawl up from his ankles, locking him in place, the surface of the lake now becoming a trap. The cold intensified to something bone-deep, threatening to steal the heat from his lungs.

Just as the cold was beginning to become unbearable, a golden warmth touched his skin.

The rays of the sun broke through the grey sky, and in seconds, the ice began to melt from his limbs. Warmth surged through his body, chasing away the cold. He could feel his heart beating again, his breath returning.

For a moment, the illusion felt so tangible he wondered if this was still truly a dream.

"How do I escape this illusion?" Xiao Fang asked.

"Close your eyes, then try to convince yourself that none of this is real," she told him.

Xiao Fang did as she said. In a few seconds he noticed the warmth from the sun and the cold from the snow had both vanished as if they were never there.

Then everything vanished. Xiao Fang was back in the classroom.

Same scrolls. Same desks. Same faint candlelight flickering against the walls.

Only now, everything felt... surreal.

Elder Su Lingxi stood calmly before him, not a speck of snow on her robe.

"A good mental illusion," she said softly, "doesn’t aim to deceive—it aims to convince. It reaches deeper than the eye or skin. It reaches belief itself."

Her voice dropped into something like a poem, soft and rich with insight:

"To see is to doubt, but to feel is to believe.

Where the mind is led, the body must follow."

"An illusion is not what is false, but what is believed.

Perception dances where facts cannot tread.

And a lie, if wrapped in emotion,

Becomes a truth the heart cannot deny."

Xiao Fang remained quiet for a moment, letting the experience settle in his mind.

"Elder Su," he said at last, "could we perhaps continue this somewhere private?"

Her smile deepened, just a touch too pleased.

"I would love that," she replied, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Come, my office should be free."

Before long, Su Lingxi was being bent over on her office table, hair being pulled, nothing stopping Xiao Fang from exploring her tight slippery holes.

Wet lewd claps rang out from her office, and the sweet moans of a young Elder followed. Xiao Fang made sure to grip her plump mounds and dumplings fiercely as he savagely thrusted into her.

Some time later, Xiao Fang watched as his warm cum spilled out of her pretty pink pussy. Giving her plump ass a spank before giving her a kiss.

She looked up at him admiringly.

"Wang, if you ever need private lessons, you’re always welcome to seek me out after class. I’ll be more than happy to assist you, Xiao Fang."

"I appreciate what you do for me, big sis," Xiao Fang replied before guiding his cock to her 2nd hole, sparing no time to push it inside with much effort.

"Anytime—ahhhaa~~" she moaned as her eyes rolled back.

Grabbing her neck and waist, he forced her back to arch as he continued to pound her lewd sensitive hole. She felt so disrespected yet that was exactly how she wanted to be fucked.

Harder, faster, tighter. He very quickly made her feel weak to pleasure. Making her cum while cumming in her asshole again and again.

When he was done, he thanked her for her guidance then headed out. Su Lingxi remained on her desk, as her messy pussy and ass continued to ooze with Xiao Fang’s cum.