“Master!”
Seeing Aoki return from Honji, Nongli hurried over to him, but her attempt to hug him was seen through. She was made to sit in a chair, holding her forehead.
Pouting her lips, her brows furrowed, Nongli crossed her arms, pretending to be upset.
“How many times have I told you, don’t run over like that. Don’t run over like that. Don’t you know you’re a yokai? Do you want to kill me by running into me?”
Aoki sighed. Ever since Nongli grew her second tail, he’s been having a hard time keeping up.
Several times Nongli dashed over at full speed and knocked him down. Nongli, without any sense of tact, thought he was fine and rolled around on the ground with him.
Like a wild animal!
If he tried to stop her, Aoki felt he’d probably die at her hands sooner or later, ending his first life prematurely.
“Oh!”
Nongli nodded but didn’t look like she was really listening.
Then, Aoki made a “su-su-su” sound, and Nongli suddenly became excited. Her two tails wagged wildly as she landed on all fours, sticking her butt up, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Aoki pulled out the pills he refined today from his pocket, and wherever his hand went, Nongli’s gaze followed.
“Go!”
Aoki threw one forward. Nongli jumped, caught it, and swallowed it.
“Come!”
To the left, Nongli leapt sideways.
“Here!”
To the right, Nongli flipped over.
“Good!”
Aoki tossed out a handful more. Nongli darted around nimbly, catching every single one.
In just a few minutes, Nongli had swallowed dozens of pills, then clutching her stomach, collapsed on the bed, exclaiming how full she was.
If it were a normal person, their belly would probably have been stretched to bursting by the spiritual energy, but Nongli was perfectly fine—on the contrary, she looked quite content.
Even yokai should feel uncomfortable, right?
Moreover, this batch of pills was made using the prescription Honji had collected—the medicinal power was on a completely different level than before.
Still, there was something about watching a child grow up.
“I’m going back to rest.”
This was Aoki’s room. Nongli liked to hang around here when she had nothing to do.
Having been in the yokai realm for seven or eight days, Nongli always wanted to sleep with Aoki. Her previous pity act no longer worked; Aoki would drive her away every day, but the next morning he’d find her sleeping on the floor. Seeing this, Aoki could only sigh.
“Oh!”
Nongli got up discontentedly and brushed past Aoki, her two tails mischievously wrapping around Aoki’s neck and face as she walked. Annoyed, Aoki slapped his face hard.
The fox fur was so itchy!
“Huh?”
Just as she was about to leave, Nongli suddenly let out a strange cry, then crouched down holding one leg.
Aoki thought she was faking it, but Nongli said, “I moved too violently just now, my leg really hurts—my leg.”
Now Aoki had no choice but to go over.
“What’s wrong?”
“Master, my leg really hurts.”
Nongli looked up, her face full of grievance, tears welling in her eyes.
Aoki quickly scooped Nongli up and laid her on the bed, asking which leg hurt. Nongli pointed, and sure enough, it was the very leg where she had been cut.
Feeling guilty, Aoki told Nongli to lift her skirt, revealing her long, pale, and well-proportioned leg.
Nongli’s whole body was like a work of art, and her leg was no exception—elegant lines, evenly toned flesh, and skin as smooth as silk. When Aoki’s fingers brushed over it, the skin slid from one side to the other with a soft rustle.
Pressing it, the thigh’s flesh was full of elasticity, matching her outward appearance—nothing seriously wrong.
Aoki frowned and looked up at the fox, catching the mischievous gleam in Nongli’s eyes.
Schemer!
“That’s good.”
Aoki rolled his eyes.
“What’s good?”
Nongli knew her expression had given her away and couldn’t help but smile.
“Next time, you’ll have to come up with a new trick to fool me. I’ll watch you closely—when and how.”
“Ah… no, Master, you’re joking.”
Nongli shook her head, claiming innocence, but Aoki didn’t buy it. He stood up, tapped her forehead, and sat down with his tea.
Aoki didn’t lower Nongli’s skirt—simply too lazy—and Nongli lay back flat, leaving that leg exposed and waving it about.
She was doing it on purpose, and Aoki noticed.
This fox wanted to eat him.
If not that kind of ‘eat,’ then what else?
“Master, I want to eat you.”
“Pfft!”
Aoki choked on his tea and frowned. “What?”
“Eat you. I want to eat Master.”
Nongli sat up, frowning seriously.
“If you keep talking like that, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Aoki slammed down his tea cup, displaying his authority.
But what authority? Nongli’s strength was only growing stronger. Sometimes, she probably didn’t fear Aoki’s threats so much anymore.
“Why?”
“We’re master and disciple. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“But Master has eaten me too.”
Nongli’s words suddenly caught Aoki off guard.
Hmm?
So that’s what kind of ‘eat’ she meant?
Now Aoki was embarrassingly speechless. He wiped the cold sweat and muttered, “Ah… fine, then eat me.”
“Eat me all up? I’m going to eat you all up?”
Nongli crawled from the bed on all fours to stand before Aoki, placing her hands on his legs and baring her canines.
“Fine, I’ll eat you all up. I won’t run or escape, if you’re willing.”
Aoki spoke the truth.
The simulation meant this life was born for this mission. If being eaten by Nongli could help her improve her cultivation and grow more tails, why not?
Even if it were the real world, he wasn’t afraid of death—let alone in this false simulated world.
Still, why was Nongli tossing out such strange questions?
“Ah…”
Upon hearing this, Nongli’s ears drooped. She looked desperate to pledge loyalty, pleading, “I won’t eat you, I won’t eat you. Why do you have that expression? Nongli won’t eat Master. Nongli wants to be with Master, always, always, always.”
Aoki was stunned by Nongli’s sudden change, then nodded. “Alright, then let’s be together forever. I will always be your Master.”
“Mm!”
Nongli nodded vigorously, her two tails wagging joyfully again.
She silently resolved to improve her cultivation.
Honji’s words from the day made her scared. If she didn’t strengthen her cultivation and control her power, would she really eat Master?
Thinking back to when she uncontrollably devoured someone vaguely resembling Master in that tomb, Nongli felt extremely frightened, a wave of nausea washing over her.
Fortunately, it was that guy, not her Master Aoki…
But… that person was delicious…
…
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In the yokai realm’s palace, Honji’s bedchamber, Honji was recalling Nongli’s reaction from earlier, laughing until dizzy.
What? This fox still didn’t know those things?
If she really knew, Honji wondered what her expression would be.
That’s right—Honji was just about to do exactly that.
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