A low voice sounded.
Su Nian’s body trembled violently.
‘Horned Demon Bastard!’
How could she possibly forget the owner of this voice?
At this moment, Chu Tian was lying right beside the girl, frighteningly close.
His muscular upper body was bare, honey-toned skin glowing with a healthy, powerful sheen beneath the morning sunlight slipping through the gap in the curtains.
The lines of his broad chest were sharp and defined, his sturdy arms brimming with explosive strength.
Several fresh, slender red scratch marks slashed across his chest and arms, strikingly conspicuous against the powerful muscles.
They were marks Su Nian had left on him last night, unconscious and struggling, now displayed like some kind of medal—he seemed utterly unconcerned about them.
Su Nian could clearly feel the weight of his gaze, pressing upon her like something tangible, full of aggression, leaving her nowhere to hide.
Chu Tian showed no regard for the anger and seething hatred smoldering deep within the girl’s eyes.
Or perhaps, he was savoring exactly this kind of powerless fury she now felt.
The girl before his eyes was already his woman now!
He thought this to himself, a perfectly natural sense of satisfaction welling up from the depths of his heart.
Even if there were icy knives in her gaze, the fact that she was looking at him—this alone was a source of pleasure.
“It’s already noon.”
“Looks like this little wildcat was completely worn out last night?”
His tone carried a barely noticeable hint of mockery.
A large, warm hand, fingers long and well-shaped, reached out.
His fingertips gently brushed her sun-bright golden hair, scattered across the soft pillow.
His actions were so naturally intimate, as if they were the most loving of couples.
His eyes drifted downward.
He stared unabashedly at her snow-white, delicate neck, mottled with ambiguous red marks.
Those marks of varying depths—all evidence left behind from his wild demands the night before.
His gaze finally lingered at the edge of the quilt, where the gentle rise and fall outlined a breathtaking curve, his eyes darkening, filled with obvious reminiscence and a deeper, possessive desire.
Looking at the girl on the bed, blushing with shame and anger, yet too exhausted to move, the darkness in Chu Tian’s eyes swelled even more fiercely.
The madness and passion of last night—every detail was branded in his memory, vivid and clear, as if it had only just happened.
He could recall clearly her uncontrollable trembling beneath him, the whimpering sobs in her broken voice.
He remembered her initial, futile resistance, and then, as her consciousness blurred, the way she instinctively clung to him in her fragility.
That feeling—of utterly dominating and crushing a proud, stubborn soul beneath him—
It was indeed the richest and most lethal of flavors.
Once tasted, it became an addiction, impossible to forget.
Now that he had tasted the marrow, he craved even more.
Besides that—
Last night, he had also gained 1,000,000 Annoyance Value!
One had to know—
With the Castle District growing, the number of captive Magic Beasts increasing, the Annoyance Value he obtained from the Castle District was already starting to catch up to what he gained from Su Nian.
But last night, all his previous understanding had been overturned.
In a single night—
A million Annoyance Value!
In this otherworld where the strong prey on the weak, where an all-out war was looming, these 1,000,000 Annoyance Value were probably worth as much as a whole city!
Thinking of this, Chu Tian’s gaze toward Su Nian deepened with an extra layer of possessiveness.
“I’ve prepared some ointment for your scrapes, and breakfast as well.”
Chu Tian finally withdrew his hand from stroking her hair, and instead took a few items from the Storage Ring on his finger.
He set them gently, carefully, on the bedside table.
The contrast between this action and his earlier gaze was strangely striking.
A delicate breakfast rested there on a white porcelain plate: golden toast, fried eggs, and several slices of bacon, still steaming and giving off a mouthwatering aroma.
Next to the breakfast, he placed a small, crystal-clear bottle of potion.
The pale green liquid shimmered softly inside, glowing with a gentle, soothing radiance.
It was clearly a top-quality healing potion.
“Eat something.”
Chu Tian deliberately steadied his voice, trying to suppress all complex emotions, making his tone sound as ordinary as possible.
Last night, he had to admit, with the double effect of the “Holy Medicine” and that special incense, plus the girl’s sacred yet seductive appearance beneath him—he had truly lost control, and his actions were indeed rough.
When he woke and saw the sleeping girl’s face beside him, beautiful even streaked with tears, he’d been struck by an unfamiliar feeling, wondering if perhaps he ought to do something for her.
So he had prepared this healing potion.
He had even unprecedentedly slipped into the manor’s kitchen at dawn when no one was around.
He remembered that Su Nian had brought back some local eggs, gifts from villagers in Bai Shui Town, so he’d thought to make her something simple with his own hands.
Yet reality had proved much harsher than his imagination.
After a shameful flurry of clumsy chaos, the kitchen was left in shambles, with only a plate of unrecognizably black, burnt, oddly shaped food giving off an intense smell of charring.
The image of “Mo Yuan Sir” as lofty and dignified absolutely could not be destroyed by terrible cooking.
In the end, he’d had no choice but to order the maid who’d rushed over to prepare a proper breakfast to be brought up, keeping a blank expression all the while.
This had led to rumors quietly circulating through the manor: that a thief had broken into the kitchen last night, and even a few of Miss Su Nian’s treasured local eggs had gone missing under mysterious circumstances.
Chu Tian calmly put these unpleasant little episodes completely out of his mind.
His gaze fell on Su Nian again, but when it drifted to that bottle of healing potion, he frowned slightly.
He suddenly realized how useless it was.
Su Nian herself was a powerful Saint-rank mage, proficient in Light Magic healing.
Those superficial wounds from last night were probably nothing to her.
Why would she even need a potion of this level?
As for the food, Shadowmoon Manor was prosperous enough, and as a well-known Magic Girl Idol and part-time Instructor of Red Maple Magic Academy, Su Nian could have any delicacy she desired.
It seemed that whatever he could offer her at this moment was unnecessary—superfluous, even.
A strange, frustrated irritability crept up in his heart like fine vines.
That feeling of being unable to fully control her, of being helpless and extraneous before some of her needs, made him uneasy.
No one could steal this girl from his side!
Feeling the Horned Demon Bastard’s touch and hearing his words, Su Nian fell into her own memories.
Last night’s shameful scenes—the kind that made her wish she could vanish on the spot—flooded her mind like a tide out of control.
Every detail was painfully clear.