Chapter 78: Feeding with Your Mouth? Are You Serious?

Chu Tian was just about to suggest that they should switch to some fruit, his lips parting to form the words, when another cup of tea was thrust before him, silencing his attempt.

Cup after cup followed, each one pressed upon him with relentless determination.

As the teapot neared empty, he barely had a chance to speak before Su Nian spun on her heel, already brewing another pot without hesitation.

To ensure he couldn’t refuse, she poured every ounce of her skill into the task, weaving fire and water magic to aid her.

In the blink of an eye, a fresh pot of tea, fragrant and steaming, was ready.

Under the mastery of her tea-making artistry, this pot was flawless—its hue, aroma, temperature, and flavor all perfection itself.

Her movements were deft, almost frantic, as if she feared Chu Tian might declare he’d had enough, robbing her of the chance to earn more humiliation points.

Another few cups went down.

When Su Nian, beaming with a mischievous smile, went to brew a third pot, Chu Tian finally panicked.

‘This isn’t stopping!’

Normally, Su Nian wouldn’t lift a finger unless he commanded it.

What was going on today?

“Ahem, enough with the tea for now,” he called out, halting her.

At first, he’d reveled in the sensation—a breathtaking beauty feeding him tea was a delight to savor.

Her nearness, her exquisite features, the faint fragrance of her presence mingling with the rich aroma of the tea—it was nothing short of a feast for the senses.

But this?

This was too much.

Cup after cup, he was practically drowning in tea, and now he desperately needed a break.

“No more tea, Master?” Su Nian pouted, her voice laced with a playful, almost coy tone, as if pleading for him to continue.

“You can’t be full already, can you? Just a few cups, and you’re done? Come on, Master, one more. Just one.”

She knelt on the sofa, her movements deliberately alluring, holding the teacup with both hands, insisting he drink.

To her, every cup he swallowed meant another 2,000 humiliation points in her pocket.

And then, almost absently, she let slip three calls of “Master,” completing yet another daily task.

“Daily Task: Call the Horned Demon Master 3/3(Completed). 3,000 Humiliation Points earned.”

“Ding-dong! The Horned Demon has consumed 11 cups of tea. The host has earned a total of 22,000 Humiliation Points.”

The system’s chime rang out, and Su Nian’s heart soared as the translucent text floated before her eyes.

‘Hah! I’m a genius at this!’

She couldn’t hide the glee bubbling within her, her face alight with triumph.

Meanwhile, Chu Tian sensed something amiss.

Was Su Nian deliberately drowning him in tea as some sort of revenge?

The thought crossed his mind, but rather than anger, he found her antics oddly endearing.

Still, he wasn’t about to let her have the upper hand so easily.

“Alright…” A sly grin curved his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“If you’re so eager to feed me tea, let’s try a different method.”

As Su Nian poured another cup, brimming with anticipation to feed it to him and rack up more points, Chu Tian’s voice cut through.

“The teacup’s too smooth—it’s awkward on the lips. How about this: feed me with your mouth.”

He didn’t reach for the cup.

Instead, his gaze, sharp and provocative, locked onto hers, daring her to react.

Su Nian’s eyes widened, her mind going blank as if her brain had short-circuited.

‘What?! That’s his move?’ she screamed inwardly.

‘The teacup’s too smooth? After drinking over a dozen cups, NOW it’s a problem? What kind of nonsense excuse is that?’

“You… you’re shameless!”

Her voice trembled with fury, the teacup nearly slipping from her grasp.

‘Feed him with my mouth?’

Only a perverse Horned Demon like him could come up with such an outrageous, humiliating demand.

She’d been so thrilled, racking up points by feeding him with the cup, only for this mortifying twist to ruin her moment.

Feeding him with her mouth felt far too close to kissing, though she insisted to herself there was a fundamental difference.

Feeding tea carried the degrading weight of a servant tending to her master—a sensation she could hardly stomach.

And after last night, she’d wrestled with herself over whether to continue the kissing task.

Despite the two times the Horned Demon had kissed her, the strange, warm, tingling sensation it stirred terrified her.

It wasn’t just humiliation—it was something more dangerous, something that made her body and soul quiver with an unsettling pleasure.

Unlike the other indignities—being struck, collared, imprisoned, or photographed in compromising ways—kissing was different.

Those other acts fueled her rage and resolve to resist.

But kissing?

It was an intimate act meant for lovers, and if it continued, she feared it might unravel her, blurring the lines of who she was.

If not for the 5,000 humiliation points tied to the kissing task, she’d have abandoned it long ago.

“Ha!” Chu Tian let out a cold laugh at her indignant expression.

His hand shot out, seizing the leash attached to her collar and yanking it hard.

The sudden force caught her off guard, and she stumbled, collapsing to her knees on the floor.

“You, a mere servant, dare call feeding tea shameless? Shall I show you what real shamelessness looks like?”

His voice dripped with menace.

With this act, he asserted his dominance, reminding her that she was entirely under his control.

By some twist of fate—or perhaps his deliberate design—Su Nian found herself kneeling in a mortifying position, practically between his legs.

In a darker story, this might have veered into unspeakable territory, forcing her to choose between enduring further humiliation or fighting back with everything she had.

A chill ran through her.

Compared to this, feeding tea or even kissing seemed far less unbearable.

Perhaps it was better not to provoke the Horned Demon further.

“I understand,” she said, her voice heavy with resignation and suppressed rage.

“I’ll feed you with my mouth.”

She lifted the teacup, taking a small sip.

Humiliation and reluctance consumed her, blinding her to trivial details like whether he’d already drunk from the cup.

The tea, sweet and clear, was tasteless to her now.

Carefully, she moved to sit beside him.

With every inch she drew closer, her heart pounded harder, as if it might burst from her chest.

When her face was mere inches from his, she could feel his warm breath against her skin, a sensation that sent a shiver through her.

That breath, intoxicating and dangerous, seemed to weave a spell over her.

And when she caught sight of his lips, curved in a faint smile, something strange stirred within her—a fleeting, inexplicable sense of anticipation.

‘No! What’s wrong with me?’

It had to be an illusion.

Even if there was some bizarre expectation, this Horned Demon was her mortal enemy, the one she’d sworn to defeat.

It must be the points.

Yes, that was it—the allure of 7,000 humiliation points for completing both the tea-feeding and kissing tasks together.

That was what drove her, pushing her closer to her goal of a million points, to ascend to Saint-level and crush this wretched Horned Demon.