“Ha ha ha~ White Slave, do you know why your most trusted aide chose to join my ranks?”
“I gave him the chance to cultivate a Golden Core.”
“There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests, just as you often say, White Slave.”
“How does it feel to be betrayed by your own confidant?”
“Let me tell you the truth. Even if you manage to report me successfully, what then? I have perfected my Nascent Soul, am half a step into Transformation, and the Dao-union Immortal Lords are all secluded, pursuing the path of immortality. None of the Transformation Celestial Lords dare stand beneath the precarious wall. Who in the Immortal Alliance can challenge me?”
“The only choice is submission—only submission!”
Carrying the unruly man, Xuantian True Lord strode into the bridal chamber, laughing heartily like a child who can’t wait to show off a new toy to their parents.
He tossed the man onto the bed, and the white-robed man glanced at the flushed beauty beside him—her skin as red as a boiled shrimp—and smirked mischievously: “You can’t even handle a pill that increases sensitivity by ten times?”
“Traitor~ Wicked son~~” Su Bai pouted coquettishly, her eyes fluttering like silk, her voice soft and sweet like the spring breeze in March, breath coming in delicate pants.
“Does it hurt?”
“Get lost!”
Denied, the white-robed man wasn’t annoyed; instead, he opened his palm, revealing two pills quietly resting there:
“White Slave, I have two pills here. One can increase your body’s sensitivity by a hundred times, and the other is the antidote. Just like when we were kids, guessing the size of peach pits—whoever guesses the larger one drinks the fragrant peach blossom soup today, and the one who guesses smaller gets the tasteless fasting pill.”
Before the words had even left his mouth, a fair little hand shot out like lightning, snatching the two pills, swallowing them instantly.
In an instant, a burning sensation surged upward, but moments later, a cool wave emerged from her dantian like a clear spring flowing in, gradually quelling the wildfire inside her body.
Only then did Su Bai regain her senses, her almond-shaped eyes wide open as she glared viciously at the “wicked son” before her!
Su Xiaohei was momentarily stunned but then smiled slyly as he looked at Su Bai’s expression, a mischievous tease flickering at the corners of his mouth.
“Master, I tricked you!”
“Both of these pills are a hundred times sensitivity boosters. Just like when we were kids, both peach pits were the same size, so I always won and got to drink the peach blossom soup every day. Ah ha ha ha!!”
“By the way, the effect of two hundred-times sensitivity pills isn’t just 100 plus 100—it’s 100 times 100!”
By the end, Su Xiaohei was laughing so hard he was almost falling over, his normally mature and steady face now showing a childish gleam entirely unbefitting his age.
Su Bai’s expression changed drastically; she was about to curse, but in the next moment, a mountain-like tide of overwhelming “desire” flooded her mind, almost boiling her brain. She felt like the heroine in the game Crimson Moon Immortal Chronicles, immersed in a pool of pink liquid, every inch of her body entwined with tender fleshy vines, every cell screaming to be filled, completely filled!
“Master… White Slave, uncomfortable, right? If you’re uncomfortable, just say you love me, and I’ll satisfy you right away.” A voice filled with excitement and “filial piety” echoed from the front.
Su Bai struggled to open her eyes, saliva soaking the bedsheets. She mustered all her strength and spat harshly at him: “Get lost!”
“Looks like White Slave hasn’t realized who the master is yet.” A large hand pinched lightly, and Su Bai’s brain immediately short-circuited. The hand twisted clockwise, and her consciousness shattered like waves smashing against reefs.
“Say you love me.” The “wicked son” glanced at her soaked wedding dress.
“Traitor!”
“Say you love me.”
“I love you, twisted brat!”
“All right, all right, I’ll keep playing.”
In the Soul Prison, countless old ghosts laughed mockingly. The wicked man grit his teeth and grabbed that mysterious bud, squeezing it with an oddly forceful technique.
Instantly, his brain burned to mush, his cerebellum crashed, and he sank into a deathly bliss beyond pain.
Waves battered the reefs, fish were carried by currents and flung onto sandy shores, sharp reefs dulled bit by bit, and resilient souls were stained with indelible hues.
Morality, bottom lines, perseverance, secrets, everything in the heart, mind, and soul… at this moment, all burst forth like a dam breaking!
The next second, it was forcibly stopped, like reaching the summit of the Ninth Heaven only to be kicked violently back to the mortal realm, bone marrow aching, madness surging like a demon unleashed!!
Desire crashed like a tidal wave, breaking the dam of reason. Hunger ran wild like a runaway horse, breaking the last defenses. Madness screamed!!
“Ahhh!! What sin did I commit to raise such a wicked son!!”
“Wuu wuu wuu, damn it, how unlucky am I to get this when playing a simulator!!”
“Help, help, can anyone save me?”
“So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, I want it so badly, no no no!! I’m a man, I need to find a girlfriend, I can’t fall into decadence!!”
“Uh uh uh~~ I beg you, please, damn me!! No! You can’t touch me, I’m not into men!”
“Ahhh, just kill me already, dying would be better. I swear next time I won’t break your ass in the simulation. No no no, please satisfy me! I love you, I love you, I love you!!”
“Spank first then kill, kill then spank, spank and kill at the same time, anything’s fine, please!! Kill me if you want, kill me if you want!!”
Someone completely broke down, tears mixing with saliva, joy and pain intertwined. Desire and the need to be filled exploded in an instant, a feeling that made one wish to die immediately!!
Su Xiaohei—no, Zhou Xuan—looked at this “masterpiece” desperately stuck between life and death, a childish grin of having gotten a beloved toy appearing on his mature face.
Master truly is the best to me, not only raising me but loving me too. This must be what it feels like to be loved, it’s so joyful.
As for Master’s opposition, it doesn’t matter. Master has spoiled me since childhood and will surely continue to do so.
Sure enough, those old ghosts were right—being a demon cultivator is the best. Whatever you want, you just take it. Master’s “love” and “people,” as long as he wants it, he gets it.
“Wicked son! Traitor!”
Su Bai stared at the bedsheets soaked through in her bedroom, a fire igniting in her heart as if the entire room had been burned down.
She never expected that overwhelming “pleasure” could transmit through the simulator… Hmph, if it weren’t for the timely array formation, the whole neighborhood would have been disturbed last night.
Taking several deep breaths to calm her urge to castrate that “little wicked son,” Su Bai performed a cleansing technique, restoring the wet sheets to a clean and tidy state. Then she lowered her head, looking at her lower abdomen.
A faint but distinct “Xuan” character was imprinted there, as if foreshadowing something yet to come.