QT: Against My Will

Unfortunately, the martial arts knowledge from Bing Shi’s past as a nun became a fleeting memory with blank spots all over the place. She couldn’t comprehend thirty years of expertise in one afternoon.

“Put more force into your moves.” As Ru Quan turned his eyes, he dodged a palm strike coming at his chest, shuffling to the side, he caught her left ankle in midair, tripping her other leg.

Bing Shi showed her flexibility with a perfect standing split. Before she could fall, she flung her right leg in his direction and mounted his shoulder in one fluid motion. Holding his chin up, she squeezed his head with her tights. “Darling, you’re holding back too much.”

“Your feet are cold,” Ru Quan felt her cold ankles, sending her shoes into his space, he warmed her bare feet with his palms. “Did you train with Kuro every day?”

“Umm,” Bing Shi moved her toes around cutely. Training with Kuro was more than frustrating. Its hits became impossible to evade, making her give up shortly after each fail. “Umm...”

“Bing Shi...” After she had two layers of socks on her feet, he put her shoes back on and helped her to get off his shoulders. “No matter how busy you’re, you have to train every day,” he pleaded, hugging her tight, “Please.”

“OK,” Bing Shi nodded her head half-heartedly, lunging back when four long needles appeared in between his fingers, she quickly took out her thick history book to use it as a shield and distanced herself. “Do you want me to bleed to death?!” she implored with a raised voice.

‘Dude. Her period,’ Ru Quan threw the needles at the nearby tree, awkwardly. “Do you want to learn?”

.....

He wanted to spent their time with a purpose, afraid for her safety, he disregarded the fact that this was supposed to be a romantic date. The expensive armor in this era was designed to stop arrows and swords; it wasn’t strong enough to resist bullets. Fei Lan’s poison needles would be useless if it weren’t for her extreme precision at targeting the exposed skin.

“You know how bad I’m with shooting moving objects,” Bing Shi refused thoughtfully, “I still think that the best armor is...”

“Not to get hit,” he said.

“Plenty of distance,” she said.

“...” They stared at each other with a helpless smile. It might sound similar at first, but their meaning was the polar opposite. He liked to embrace the danger and thrill, while she’d rather avoid it.

Ru Quan wanting to deplete her energy fast, threw a wooden staff at Bing Shi’s direction. The long pole plated in iron was an inconspicuous weapon for defense. She was bad at long-distance and close combat. This staff was something in between. A formidable weapon, which could easily reach the wrists, the knees, groin, chest, and face.

Catching the weapon curiously, she watched how he rotated his and repeated the process, experiencing a sense of familiarity, similar to her pole dance. She told him that in the past, she used to train with a long walking stick, which was a good multipurpose tool for traveling Monks. When she was still proficient with a staff, it was very, very hard to hit her, she could parry attacks more easily. The only real vulnerabilities she had were her hands. It was long enough to protect her feet, up, past her head. The center of mass was in the middle, which meant it could be moved very rapidly around that center.

Having two blunt ends was in essence, the advantage of the staff. It was difficult to predict which end you’d get smacked with. A “high” attack would suddenly turn into a “low” attack, or a “left” into a “right”.

It wasn’t going to stab or slice anyone, but the blunt force was also devastating. With a tremendous impact; the kinetic energy from a strike could easily shatter a katana.

Current time...

Back in the mansion, Bing Shi looked at the middle of her room. Flying towards her pole with fast steps, clenching it tightly, she carried her whole weight up with one hand, her sensuality bursting through into the most vibrant picture of a beautiful spirit.

For the most part, Kuro was her only audience. Hooking the pole behind her knee, she released her hand and bent her back, evading the snake’s tail that struck at her like a spear. Ignoring her loud heartbeat, she moved her hands up the pole again. Pushing off her foot into a backward spin, she spread her legs and twirled her body upside down, waiting for another attack while spinning and changing into different positions. Her limbs moved like liquid, yet, they still looked astonishingly strong.

Hearing the dog’s barking, Bing Shi sent Kuro to check the situation. Landing with the ball of her foot on the floor, she pivoted on it in the same spinning direction and untwisted her body. Panting heavily, she slid down and rested her head against the cold meal to take a break.

[Host, Cheng Young is here.]

“...” Bing Shi went silent, hugging her pole tightly in longing as they were going to get separated again. A day where she’d kidnap herself really did come. Crushing a speed pill immediately, she ran from the capital city as far as possible.

Bing Shi didn’t want to meet with Cheng Young, knowing that her plan would possibly go to naught. Initially, she wanted to break the strange ‘link’ by luring him to the Rania Kingdom and maybe, catch his attention with one of her Tianshies.

When she gained the quest of not making the male leads fall for her, she thought that they would get attracted fast. However, not even the impressive females from her slave shop could gain their interest with their inventions. Collaborating with the owner of a cotton plantation, the females were working on a cotton spinner for textile mass production. It became apparent that it didn’t matter how awesome the women from this world were.