“I’ve heard a story about a Demon Lord. Would you like to hear it?”
Xu Sheng found the story of the “Humanoid Radar” quite interesting, so he decided to tell it.
At the same time, Xu Sheng gently placed his hand on Mo Ruxue’s flat lower abdomen.
“I’ve heard a story about a Demon Lord.”
“What Demon Lord?”
Even though her current situation was blush-inducing, the words “Demon Lord” acted like a trigger, bringing Mo Ruxue back to alertness.
“…” Xu Sheng barely restrained himself from face-palming.
“It’s just a story. That Demon Lord never existed in history. I’m telling it so you’ll understand the method I plan to use to determine whether you’re truly reacting or not.”
“…” Mo Ruxue had never seen Xu Sheng explain so much before.
Realizing she’d overreacted, she mumbled a quiet “Oh.”
Xu Sheng was silent for two seconds.
‘Rather cute…’
But he continued anyway.
“Now, this Demon Lord tracked down an enemy. That night, he sneaked into the enemy’s home and slaughtered everyone—even shaking the eggs to make sure none survived. He only found a little girl, but he suspected another child was hiding inside. To eliminate the root, he had to find that other kid. How do you think he did it?”
Even though Xu Sheng had warned her beforehand, Mo Ruxue couldn’t help frowning when she heard the story.
She shook her head, unsure what vile method the detestable Demon Lord would use.
Xu Sheng’s hand remained on Mo Ruxue’s lower abdomen. He leaned close to her ear and explained in a low voice.
Upon hearing the explanation, Mo Ruxue’s eyes widened in shock.
‘How is that possible…?’
‘How could he…?’
‘How can a Demon Lord be so beastly?’
Seeing that Mo Ruxue was about to grow angry, Xu Sheng explained, “I told you, the story is fake. I only told it to show Fairy Mo the method I’m using to detect your anomaly.”
At that moment, Xu Sheng’s hand moved like a masseur’s in a movie.
Only after hearing the whole story did Mo Ruxue realize how far Xu Sheng had already pushed the boundaries.
“So, Fairy Mo, do you know the place on a woman that’s most incapable of hiding a secret?”
Mo Ruxue felt Xu Sheng’s burning palm. She placed her hand on his and tried to push it away.
“I asked if you know. Why aren’t you answering me?”
Xu Sheng pretended to be angry as he said this.
‘This tone…’
No one had ever spoken to Mo Ruxue like that. Outside, everyone treated her with utmost respect.
Though she didn’t care about such things, being addressed in this manner for the first time triggered not negativity, but a strange pleasure—a desire to submit to him.
‘This isn’t right,’ she thought. Mo Ruxue knew she wasn’t the kind of person who’d feel that way. The only variable was Xu Sheng.
Only Xu Sheng could make her feel this.
Before she could think further, her mouth had already answered: “I… I know…”
As she spoke, Mo Ruxue’s pushing grew weaker.
Xu Sheng went with the flow and raised an eyebrow.
“Didn’t we admire the waterfall together on the river two nights ago? Has Fairy Mo forgotten already? Why are you being so distant?”
‘Admire the waterfall together?’
Mo Ruxue wasn’t the type to make such connections, but hearing Xu Sheng’s tone, she quickly understood what “waterfall” he meant.
Xu Sheng ignored Mo Ruxue’s feeble resistance.
‘A Ninth Realm expert using this much force to stop me—how is that different from an invitation?’
Of course, that logic didn’t apply in real life. In reality, unless she explicitly opened herself up, scenes like this—speaking but not saying—should be refused, or you’d end up in jail.
But for now, Xu Sheng treated Mo Ruxue’s actions as an invitation.
Mo Ruxue’s hands became mere decorations. Once Xu Sheng truly made contact, her hands grabbed his forearms.
But it wasn’t to push him away. Instead, it felt more like an “embrace” during an intimate moment.
She held him tightly, and Xu Sheng knew this was definitely not resistance.
So, just like two nights ago, Xu Sheng began guiding Mo Ruxue.
He didn’t forget his goal either.
Xu Sheng snapped his fingers with his other hand.
Mo Ruxue was already rolling her eyes involuntarily. Before she realized what that gesture meant, a knock came from the door nearby.
Mo Ruxue nearly screamed in surprise.
She could feel the psychological shock intensifying her physical reactions.
By now, Mo Ruxue was lying in Xu Sheng’s arms. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “Your place that can’t lie tells me that you really are more excited.”
At that moment, Li Qingqing’s voice came from outside the door.
“Wuqing, the Postnatal Dao Fruits tributed by other factions have arrived. Does master wish to consume them now?”
“It’s not your disciple outside. Do you want her to come in?” Xu Sheng’s lips brushed Mo Ruxue’s ear cartilage.
Mo Ruxue shook her head frantically.
‘Even if it isn’t Zhu Yuexi, so what?’
‘I can’t let anyone see me like this.’
“Even though it’s not Zhu Yuexi, Fairy Mo’s reaction still seems quite strong. This place doesn’t lie, you know.”
“N-no…” Mo Ruxue felt like Xu Sheng was going to break her.
“Really not?” Xu Sheng confirmed with her, then called toward the door, “Bring it in now.”
“No!” Mo Ruxue finally cried out.
Realizing her loss of composure, she quickly covered her mouth and turned her gaze to Xu Sheng, her eyes full of pleading.
“But whether you’re reacting or not is something you can’t lie about. You lied to me, so I want to punish you.”
“No…”
“Are you going to lie to me again, hmm?”
“Mm… no, I won’t.”
Mo Ruxue’s voice was so sweet it seemed to melt into his bones. Even Xu Sheng couldn’t help shuddering.
Li Qingqing’s voice came from outside again.
“Since Sect Leader Mo finds it inconvenient, this servant will deliver it later.”
Mo Ruxue had been worried that her cry would arouse Li Qingqing’s suspicion and make her guess something.
But upon reflection, everything happening now was so hard to believe even for herself. For someone outside to deduce it from just a single cry was nearly impossible.
So her suspended heart relaxed a little.
Xu Sheng continued.
“No lies, good. Then I won’t punish you. How about I reward you instead?”
Mo Ruxue didn’t answer.
Xu Sheng clicked his tongue.
“Good… mm…”
“That’s a good girl…”
……
Standing by the door, Li Qingqing started recalling the strange tone of Mo Ruxue’s voice just now, trying to imagine what was happening in the room.
‘Could it be that they’ve already () entered?’