Chapter 79: Hehe
The Demon Lord had initially planned to simply disguise herself as a demon and stay by Luo Nianshang’s side, hoping to ward off any potential rivals.
But how had things escalated to this?! This wasn’t what had happened in the dream!
She felt a surge of resentment. Since becoming the Demon Lord, her life had been smooth sailing. Those who had dared to challenge her had been swiftly eliminated.
She hadn’t expected to be so thoroughly defeated.
Her consciousness drifted in and out, like a small boat tossed about by the waves. In her moments of lucidity, she was mortified by her current predicament. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, suppressing any sounds that might compromise her dignity.
Suddenly, the sensations stopped. She assumed it was over. She was disappointed, but also angry. She glared at Luo Nianshang, her cheeks flushed, her long hair plastered to her skin, her body hidden beneath the water.
“You’re not so impressive,” she scoffed, her voice laced with disdain.
Luo Nianshang, who had been struggling to regain control, her mind battling against the insidious voice whispering in her ear, lost her composure again, hearing those words.
She had lived a long life. She had seen countless beauties, but the Demon Lord’s beauty was different, vibrant and alluring, a stark contrast to the serenity of this secluded location.
She had always disliked demon cultivators, especially the Demon Lord.
Memories surfaced: the Demon Lord’s taunts, her expressions of anger, disdain, even disgust.
But just now, she had seen a different expression on the Demon Lord’s face: her eyes closed, her lips bitten white, tears escaping her lashes, mingling with the spring water.
Luo Nianshang had found that expression captivating. But now, the Demon Lord had resumed her usual demeanor.
“Consume her.”
The thought appeared in her mind, unbidden, her eyes darkening, the red patterns at the corners of her eyes intensifying, her cold beauty taking on a seductive edge.
She stared at the Demon Lord, her gaze intense.
The Demon Lord, sensing danger, tried to escape, but Luo Nianshang grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
She stared at Luo Nianshang, her heart sinking. Her hands were trapped. She tried to kick, but Luo Nianshang simply whispered, “Still.”
“Still your head! Luo Nianshang, you…”
Her curses were silenced as Luo Nianshang, ignoring her, retrieved a piece of her torn robe, using it to bind the Demon Lord’s wrists.
The Demon Lord, speechless, stared at her, her mind reeling.
That robe was hers, her favorite red robe, but now, the color seemed to mock her.
She had never been interested in such matters, but as the Demon Lord, she was aware of them. But Luo Nianshang, that cold and righteous woman…
Luo Nianshang had blushed and glared at her after that stolen kiss. She hadn’t expected her to be so… unrestrained.
She was stunned. Then, Luo Nianshang’s lips captured hers again, and she finally realized what was happening.
Resistance was futile. Luo Nianshang was stronger, both physically and spiritually. And she had a way of controlling her.
It wasn’t terrible. Luo Nianshang was the woman she loved, but she felt a surge of resentment. This wasn’t consensual.
She wanted to understand what was happening to Luo Nianshang, what those red patterns meant.
But she had no time to think. Luo Nianshang’s touch was gentle, but that gentleness only intensified her humiliation.
She closed her eyes, trying to hide her shame, then her eyes flew open, her heart pounding as she felt a strange wetness against her chest.
She had always viewed Luo Nianshang as a deity, her statue a source of comfort during her childhood, a shield against the rain, her only sanctuary.
She had huddled beneath that statue, pouring out her heart, her tears mingling with the rainwater, her sobs silent, afraid to draw attention to herself.
Her wishes had been simple: to have enough to eat, to escape the bullies who chased her away, who threw rocks at her, who aimed for her face.
She had believed that the deity could hear her, that she would take pity on her.
But it had been a naive fantasy.
The sensations were overwhelming, her heart aching. She whispered, her voice choked with tears, “Luo Nianshang, please stop.”
It was a plea for mercy, a surrender. She didn’t know if Luo Nianshang, in her current state, could even hear her.
She hoped she could, and she hoped she couldn’t.
But Luo Nianshang paused, then, to Qiu Yingxi’s surprise, gently pulled her into an embrace.
Her head resting on Luo Nianshang’s shoulder, her gaze falling upon Luo Nianshang’s delicate collarbone, she felt a hand stroking her hair.
Luo Nianshang’s voice, husky and low, reached her ears. “Good girl,” she murmured.
Qiu Yingxi, her body responding to that seductive tone, felt a surge of desire. She chuckled, a self-deprecating sound, then closed her eyes.
“Continue,” she whispered.
She didn’t know when it ended. She had lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was lying in a bed in a mortal inn.
Her head throbbed, and she tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced her back down.
If anyone saw her like this, she would be the laughingstock of the Demon Realm.
Her dignity was shattered. She pounded the bed in frustration.
The door suddenly opened, revealing Luo Nianshang, her expression cool and composed. Qiu Yingxi glared at her, her gaze murderous, as if she could burn holes through Luo Nianshang with her eyes.
Luo Nianshang also felt a surge of embarrassment. She hadn’t forgotten what had happened. She had been influenced by her inner demon, but her weakness was still her responsibility.
Perhaps she should avoid those scandalous books.
The usually reclusive Sword Saint had never made such a mistake. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to handle the situation. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice stiff.
Qiu Yingxi, her body aching, her anger simmering, grabbed a pillow, flinging it at Luo Nianshang, who didn’t even flinch.
As she threw the pillow, her sleeve slipped down, revealing faint red marks on her wrist. She felt a surge of despair.
This was a disaster! She had been the dominant one in the dream!
She was mortified by her own weakness. She tried to use her magic to erase the marks, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
She was the Demon Lord. She couldn’t allow herself to be so affected by such a trivial matter. She forced a smile, her voice laced with a playful mockery. “What, Sword Saint?” she asked. “Are you going to take responsibility for me, like those characters in your storybooks?”
Luo Nianshang had considered it, but hearing those words spoken so dismissively, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
The Demon Lord was the ruler of an entire realm. A one-night stand was nothing to her.
Her previous thought had been disrespectful. “I apologize for my actions,” she said, her voice sincere. “Please, tell me what you want as compensation. As long as it’s within reason, I will grant it.”
The Demon Lord, staring at Luo Nianshang’s impassive face, her righteous aura almost suffocating, gritted her teeth.
She hadn’t thought about what she wanted. After all, she had been the one who had stalked Luo Nianshang, then, for her own amusement, had deliberately provoked her, leading to that… incident.
She had tasted the bitter fruit of her own actions.
But since Luo Nianshang had offered, she suddenly remembered the sword-shaped mark in her sea of consciousness.
That damn thing had rendered her helpless. She wouldn’t have been so easily subdued if it hadn’t been for that mark. She wouldn’t have been able to escape, but she wouldn’t have been so thoroughly defeated.
Her eyes lit up, and her tone softened. “Remove the restriction on my poison pearl,” she said.
She was a master of barriers, but this one had been placed on an object linked to her life force. She couldn’t risk tampering with it. One wrong move, and she would be dead.
Luo Nianshang had placed the restriction on the pearl because she had considered it too dangerous. But now, it seemed the pearl was deeply connected to the Demon Lord’s life force.
She remembered that she had once considered destroying the pearl. She shuddered.
She stared at the Demon Lord, her gaze lingering on her face, her usual smile hiding her true thoughts. Luo Nianshang couldn’t help but remember the Demon Lord’s unguarded expression during their intimate encounter.
She sensed a willingness, a consent that hadn’t been present before.
Seeing Luo Nianshang’s silence, the Demon Lord assumed she was unwilling. The thought of being controlled by Luo Nianshang in the future filled her with resentment, and she was about to unleash her usual sarcasm, but Luo Nianshang’s simple “Alright” silenced her.
Luo Nianshang, however, hesitated. “I didn’t intend to remove the restriction when I placed it,” she said. “It’s possible, but it’s a complex process. You’ll need to visit me every month. I can remove one layer each time. It’ll take a year.”
Visit her every month?
The Demon Lord’s heart soared. She didn’t find it troublesome at all. This was a legitimate excuse to spend time with Luo Nianshang.
She almost grinned, but her rationality, struggling to maintain control, forced her to scoff. “How troublesome,” she said.
Silence fell, the atmosphere thick with awkwardness.
The Demon Lord, forcing herself to stand, noticed that she was wearing a robe identical to Luo Nianshang’s.
Had Luo Nianshang worn this before?
She suppressed the thought, her expression disdainful.
She maintained her facade of indifference, opening the door, then turned back, smiling at Luo Nianshang. “See you next month, Venerable One,” she said.
She then left, her steps brisk, her head held high.
Once she was outside, she glanced back, then leaned against the wall, her body slumping.
This was humiliating!
She was so preoccupied with her own embarrassment, with cursing Luo Nianshang, that she had forgotten she could simply use her magic to alleviate the discomfort.
A nearby vendor was selling steamed buns. She no longer needed to eat at her level of cultivation. It was simply a matter of preference. She was about to leave when she saw the vendor toss a bun to a dog.
The dog caught it in its mouth and ran away.
A memory surfaced, and she blushed, her voice a soft curse. “Damn you, Luo Nianshang!”
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