Chapter 189: A Look That Sees Trash

Su Nian’s heart screamed wildly, but not a trace of it showed on her face.

She suppressed the urge to pin this perverted Horned Demon to the ground and rub him hard, instead replying softly, “Understood, Master.”

“Maintain your persona.” Chu Tian reminded her, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Give me a look — lofty and superior.”

Su Nian sneered silently, ‘Wasn’t that simple?’

She slowly lifted her chin, forcing herself to mimic the detached, pitying expression she used when facing the devout townsfolk of Bai Shui Town.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, her gaze vacant, as if this man before her were nothing but a speck of dust in the mortal world, unworthy even of her attention.

Only the faint trembling of her silver lashes and the flush on her cheeks—still lingering from the incense and her embarrassment—betrayed the storm raging inside her.

“Not bad, look at me.” Chu Tian wasn’t entirely satisfied and stepped closer like a shadow creeping over her, continuing to issue orders with a cruel, playful edge in his voice, “Give me a look that sees trash.”

Su Nian cursed his entire lineage again and again in her mind.

‘What kind of perverted demand was this?’

But the situation left her no choice but to comply.

This look, however, didn’t require much acting.

She just needed to reveal the truest emotion bottled up inside her: unfiltered loathing and contempt.

She could play herself.

‘Perverted Horned Demon! Trash! Scum!’

She slowly raised her eyes, her silver pupils icy as if forged from frozen steel, sharp enough to pierce the soul.

Her gaze landed on Chu Tian with undisguised disgust and disdain.

It was like looking at a pile of stinking garbage; just one more glance felt like it would stain her eyes.

“Tsk, not bad, exactly like that.” Chu Tian seemed pleased with her cooperation, a faintly sick smile curling at his lips.

He admired the hatred in Su Nian’s eyes—the stronger the disgust and disdain, the more it stirred the deep-seated desire to dominate within him.

“Ding dong, absorbed disgust emotion, Annoyance Value +112.”

The System Notification sounded just then in Chu Tian’s mind.

Instead of anger, Chu Tian laughed low and deep.

The laugh vibrated through his chest, dripping with undisguised satisfaction and a near-perverse excitement.

This little wildcat was at her most enticing when she still had her sharp claws.

He liked this contrast—her holy exterior unable to conceal such raw disgust.

Yet before Su Nian could recover from this brief moment of genuine expression, the man before her moved.

The Horned Demon Bastard flickered like a ghost, advancing swiftly with the precision and aggression of a hunting leopard, suffocating in his invasion.

His tall figure closed in instantly, shrouded in shadow and overwhelming pressure, completely engulfing Su Nian.

The scent—a mix of special incense and his strong masculine aura—hit her like a wall, making her breath hitch and her mind grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the intoxicating fragrance.

A warm, powerful hand grabbed the delicate wrist she wore exposed outside her Light-element Magic Robe, its grip as precise and unyielding as lightning.

The moment their skin touched, Su Nian flinched as if burned, her body instinctively trying to break free.

But that hand was like a red-hot iron clamp, holding her firmly in place without the slightest movement, making all her struggles futile.

The absolute difference in strength made all her resistance seem feeble and powerless.

‘Damn it!’

Su Nian cursed silently.

How was this Horned Demon Bastard getting stronger by the day?

Had he been feeding on negative emotions again to grow?

“How dare you!” Su Nian blurted out.

She forced her voice to carry the coldness and authority befitting the “Saintess” she was supposed to be playing, trying to uphold the fragile icy facade.

Since this bastard Horned Demon had her acting, then of course her resistance now should fit his damned “script.”

Only, the burning heat rising from deep within her body, along with the uncontrollable panic and shame in her heart, added a faint tremble and instability to her tone.

Her scolding sounded less like a threat and more like a broken, wavering whimper.

Chu Tian ignored her reprimand as if he hadn’t heard it.

In fact, the sight of her “dying struggle” seemed to pique his interest even more.

His other hand shamelessly slid around Su Nian’s soft, slender waist, muscles taut as he yanked hard.

“Ah!” A short, sharp gasp escaped Su Nian’s throat as she lost all balance, her whole body forcibly pulled into his scorching, unyielding embrace.

Her nose immediately collided with his chest, carrying his unique scent, the firm muscles beneath his expensive dark clothing pressing through the thin fabric.

The holy Light Magic Robe she wore clung tightly to her, contrasting fiercely with his dark attire—holiness and evil colliding, weaving two utterly different auras together.

Her nostrils filled with his distinctive masculine scent, sharp and aggressive.

That scent mixed with the growing sweetness of the incense in the air like an invisible strong liquor, making her head spin in dizzy waves, her body growing hotter and limbs weakening.

She barely managed to lean against him, powerless to stand, forced to endure this humiliating closeness.

Her mind involuntarily began to imagine what might come next.

If this had been any other time, she might have been only afraid and terrified.

But now, deep inside, loosened by the incense’s effect, a flicker of willingness to imagine what this bastard Horned Demon might do to her began to stir.

“Holy Lady…” Chu Tian’s voice dropped low.

Almost brushing against her ear, like a demon whispering seductive temptations with burning warmth.

The hot breath directly caressed the sensitive shell of Su Nian’s ear.

“Now, you’ve fallen into my hands…”

The hand wrapped around her waist began to misbehave.

His fingers slowly traced along the smooth, cool surface of her robe, shimmering with holy radiance.

Each movement played on her taut nerves, sending waves of shameful tremors through her.

“Guess…”

“What I’m going to do to you?”

His tone brimmed with shamelessly malicious implication.

His eyes appraised her like a helpless fish on a chopping board, completely powerless and ready to be butchered.

Those eyes burned with raw desire.

And a twisted sense of impending conquest.

Su Nian bit down hard on her lower lip.

Her teeth sank into the soft flesh, leaving a faint, humiliation-laden mark, trying to summon clarity through pain.

Her silver hair fell over her shoulders like shattered moonlight.

A few unruly strands clung to her flushed cheeks, the unnatural redness caused by the special incense and overwhelming shame clashing sharply with the pure silver strands—an eerie contrast that added a breathtaking fragile beauty.

She could clearly feel the waves of heat inside her pounding relentlessly.

Like a frog slowly boiling in warm water, her already shaky willpower was being shattered bit by bit.

‘Damn incense!’

‘Damn Horned Demon Bastard!’

No!

She must not yield!

Panic gripped her like never before, along with a deep despair.

Her body… was betraying her will!

It terrified her beyond words.

“What do you want?” Su Nian forced herself to speak.

Chu Tian chuckled low, clearly pleased she was finally “in character.”

The arm around her waist tightened suddenly, nearly crushing her into his body.

“What do I want?” he deliberately repeated.

“Of course…”

“To ‘punish’ our high and mighty Holy Lady properly.”