Didn’t that bastard Horned Demon say he was going to make her accept the punishment for attacking him over these seven months?
Hmph, men!
She understood very well all those filthy and shameless thoughts lurking in his mind!
On the battlefield, she, Su Nian, had indeed lost utterly and completely, not a single inch of her skin left unscathed.
But from now on, with herself possessing the Humiliation Value System, who would truly become the hunter and who the lamb awaiting slaughter?
That was still up for debate!
Now, she possessed a beauty capable of bringing down nations—a weapon, in a sense.
And having once been male, her understanding of the “male” species was thorough to the extreme!
She had a thousand ways to deal with that bastard Horned Demon.
‘Heh heh heh!’
Clearly in her eyes, this so-called “Horned Demon,” aside from certain parts and that demonic speed at which his strength improved, was in essence no different in habit, lifestyle, or even appearance from the human men she’d known.
Since he was a “man,” he naturally had the weaknesses of men and she, Su Nian, would seize upon these weaknesses!
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On the other hand, Chu Tian felt the soft, fragrant body of the girl in his arms, and the slightly immature, trembling touch of her lips against his, and clearly found it delightful.
This little wildcat, who was always baring her claws, actually took the initiative to kiss him?
Even though it was just a feather-light brush of the lips—nothing deep at all—it was, for Su Nian, a rare “initiative.”
Chu Tian knew in his heart that Su Nian was probably putting on a show again, but that didn’t stop him from feeling elated in this moment.
Especially that word “every day,” spoken in a quivering voice—it was as if a stone had been tossed into the lake of his heart, sending ripples across the surface.
In other words, from now on, every morning when he wakes, he’d be greeted by Little Nian’er’s sweet greeting and her shy, proactive kisses.
That made him unexpectedly look forward to every morning from now on.
Chu Tian lowered his head, his gaze greedily tracing her face—her blue eyes misty with shyness, lashes quivering like little fans, casting soft shadows on her eyelids as she looked down.
Her pitiful and slightly resigned expression set his heart ablaze.
Even though he’d stared at this girl before, many times.
He still marveled at the wonders of creation—his little Nian’er was just too beautiful.
“Mm, now that’s more like it.” Chu Tian replied, pretending calm, but his voice was tinged with a roughness that came from suppressed excitement—and a happiness even he failed to notice.
Then he stretched out his large, well-defined hand, and with an irresistible force, gently pinched her tender, dewy-soft cheek.
The sensation was so delicate he didn’t want to let go.
“It seems, my little Nian’er has finally gained a bit of the awareness of belonging to her Master.”
He teased, though his eyes were burning hot.
Su Nian’s whole body went stiff at his wanton gesture and words.
‘Pervert! Awareness your big head!’
If not for the situation forcing her, if not for the Humiliation Value, if not for her freedom seven months from now, who would have the patience to play along with him, pretending to serve this big bad guy?
In her heart, she had already cursed Chu Tian to the ends of the earth, but she dared not let a trace of it show on her face.
Instead, she put even more effort into maintaining that meek, flattering, and even somewhat pitiful look, murmuring in a voice as soft as a mosquito.
“Nian-nu… Nian-nu will work even harder from now on, and serve Master well… As long as Master is happy.”
Every word Su Nian spoke seemed squeezed out from between her teeth, every syllable thick with reluctant humiliation.
“If Master is happy… then I’ll be happy too.”
“Ding dong, Humiliation Value increased by +3692.”
“Ding dong, Annoyance Value +3692.”
The system notification echoing in her mind soothed some of her inner turmoil.
Chu Tian naturally heard the prompt from the Annoyance Value System as well.
Looking at Su Nian’s forced but adorable act, pretending to be a well-behaved little slave girl despite her obvious reluctance, he felt complicated.
There was the exhilaration of conquering a distant, untouchable flower, but also an unspeakable trace of regret.
The thrill was from using his overwhelming power to turn this proud, sacred, untouchable girl into someone who now took the initiative to please him.
The regret was because he knew this beautiful submission was likely nothing more than a carefully woven act for her own survival and for collecting Humiliation Value.
Her heart remained just as stubborn, full of defiance and unwillingness.
But, so what if it was fake?
As long as she belonged to him at this moment, that was enough.
Seven months from now, once he had harvested enough Annoyance Value from Su Nian and his strength had soared once more, he would go forth to stop the first invasion of the Demon Race.
That would be a battle with a ten percent chance of survival at best—whether he could even make it back alive was unknown.
So… he would hold tight to every moment in front of him, and savor this rare warmth.
Chu Tian’s thoughts whirled in his mind as a playful smile appeared on his face.
He gently caressed the girl’s smooth, jade-like cheek, savoring the softness and heat beneath his fingertips before speaking lazily, “Since my little Nian’er is so eager to serve her Master, then…”
He deliberately drew out his words, enjoying the way her body tensed up the moment he spoke.
“Yesterday, you solemnly promised your Master that… bowl of witch’s soup, brimming with your ‘deep affection.’ Today, you should finally give your Master an answer, shouldn’t you?”
Su Nian’s body stiffened instantly.
‘Witch’s soup? That bastard Horned Demon still remembered that!’
Wasn’t that just some nonsense she made up in a panic to stall for time and look for a chance to strike?
She didn’t know the first thing about making witch’s soup!
She could just flip the table and tell him, “I was lying to you, you big oaf! You really believed that?”
No, no way, absolutely not.
She didn’t doubt for a second that if she said that, she would experience what it truly meant to be “split open”—in the most literal, physical sense.
But… how was she supposed to get out of this one?!
Su Nian’s brain whirled at an unprecedented speed.
After a while, she finally spoke, as if she had mustered up all the courage in the world.
“M… Master❤…”
She stretched out the word, making her voice sound as sweet and innocent as possible.
“T-that witch’s soup… Of course I remember it at every moment, always wanting to make it for you to taste…”
Chu Tian raised his eyebrows, saying nothing, just watching her leisurely, the faintest trace of a smile at his lips, his eyes full of amusement—as if to say, “Let’s see what you come up with now.”
“It’s just… the requirements for making witch’s soup are very special.”
“One of them is… it has to be brewed in a place full of memories, only then can you make a bowl full of love.”
Su Nian’s eyes rolled as she thought up another brilliant “reason.”
“Master, you wouldn’t want to drink a witch’s soup without pure love in it, right?”
“So… so if you want to drink the witch’s soup I make by hand, we have to go back to Shadowmoon Manor first…”
Su Nian sighed inwardly at her own cleverness.
She was a genius.
She’d found a perfect excuse to leave this wretched place.
She had no desire to experience… the wilderness again.
“Master♥, (w~w) is that okay?” Su Nian tilted her little head, selling her cuteness for all she was worth.