Volume 2, Chapter 148 – Glaring Crimson

Song Shiyuan could feel the little fox demon lying across her lap trembling gently.

That rich pheromone scent rushed toward her face, pushing Song Shiyuan’s mental strength to its limits.

She gripped Lu Zhuxin’s tail and reached her hand down along it.

“ Mmph! Don’t!” Lu Zhuxin protested.

But having lost her strength, wrapped in lingering pleasure, her voice was soft and delicate.

Like she was acting coquettish.

Such protests were utterly useless.

They would only further arouse the desire in Song Shiyuan’s chest under the influence of the pheromones.

In this instant, Song Shiyuan began to feel somewhat dazed.

Her fingertips touched a patch of warm moisture.

“ Mmph! “

Lu Zhuxin buried her head, moisture swirling in her eyes.

Sword cultivators didn’t wear nail polish or grow their nails. Her fingertips were soft and warm.

She had already gone once, but the moment the sword cultivator junior’s fingers caressed her, Lu Zhuxin still felt an indescribable, intoxicating tingling sensation and pleasure.

Even though during this period, Lu Zhuxin had allowed Qu Qingtang some relatively intimate contact with her, she had never allowed Qu Qingtang to directly touch her with fingers.

“Look, you’re crying so hard.”

“It’s soaked through.”

Song Shiyuan pulled off Lu Zhuxin’s underwear, leaving her completely exposed to the air.

Lu Zhuxin’s fox tail shook.

She looked at Song Shiyuan pitifully with reddened eyes.

“Shiyuan… don’t do this…”

“What’s wrong? You’re unwilling because I’m not Qu Qingtang?”

Song Shiyuan reached out to embrace the powerless Lu Zhuxin, kissing her forehead gently.

Then she picked up the little fox again and gently placed her on the large bed behind her.

Just one day ago, the person lying on this bed had been Qu Qingtang.

Lu Zhuxin felt mentally and physically exhausted.

Her entire body was burning with unbearable heat, weak and powerless. She felt like she couldn’t muster any strength at all.

Forget pushing Song Shiyuan away. Lu Zhuxin felt like she didn’t even have the strength to crawl up.

The mattress beside her sank down. Song Shiyuan had already climbed onto the bed.

Lu Zhuxin felt the sword cultivator junior’s hands wandering over her body.

She was undressing Lu Zhuxin.

Lu Zhuxin was too tired to move. She wanted to give up.What was the big deal about getting taken?

Just close her eyes and lie there, and it would pass. She could just treat it as a special spa treatment. Besides, it wouldn’t be benefiting that scheming bad woman Qu Qingtang, would it?

“ Mmph… “

Lu Zhuxin gently bit the corner of her lip.

Why was she thinking of Qu Qingtang at a time like this?

Lu Zhuxin shuddered.

Right… Qu Qingtang…

If it were any other time, Lu Zhuxin wouldn’t mind something happening with Little Shiyuan.

She didn’t dislike this adorable sword cultivator junior.

But absolutely not now!

The aura-concealing talisman in Song Shiyuan’s hands was given by Qu Qingtang.

Although Lu Zhuxin didn’t know Qu Qingtang’s purpose in doing this, that woman couldn’t possibly be so kind to Song Shiyuan.

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Song Shiyuan was in great danger right now. She never planned on returning alive.

This girl had gone mad.

Lu Zhuxin struggled to raise her hand, pushing against Song Shiyuan’s shoulder.

“Song Shiyuan… wait!”

“Don’t you want an answer?!”

“I’ll tell you now!”

“I like you!”

“This is true!”

“I might deceive you about other things… but I won’t deceive you about this!!”

Song Shiyuan froze. She stopped what she was doing, staring blankly at Lu Zhuxin.

Lu Zhuxin’s face bore a charming flush from the passionate heat of her heat period. She opened her small mouth, breathing slightly.

Song Shiyuan lay on top of her, her eyes focused, her fingertips trembling lightly.

“What did you just say?” Song Shiyuan said somewhat uncertainly. “Say it again?”

Lu Zhuxin took a deep breath, recovering some strength.

“I said… the one I love is you!”

Song Shiyuan was silent for a while.

As if thinking, digesting the meaning in Lu Zhuxin’s words.

After a moment, Song Shiyuan asked in a low, hoarse voice, “Then what about Qu Qingtang?”

“What’s going on between you and Qu Qingtang?”

“This room is full of her Pure Yang fragrance.”

“Your maidservant said you were bathing with her this afternoon.”

As Song Shiyuan spoke, her hands clenched tightly.

She gritted her teeth. “So you… tell me, what’s going on between you and her?”

“Qu Qingtang?” Lu Zhuxin pressed her lips together. “She and I, actually…”

[Host, you like Song Shiyuan?]

In Lu Zhuxin’s mind came the System Miss’s puzzled voice.

[Didn’t you say before that you liked Qu Qingtang, and only felt guilty toward Song Shiyuan?]

Damn it! Ming Zhaoxi, what breed of idiot are you?!

A specially selected red fox variety?!

Lu Zhuxin took a deep breath.

Regarding Qu Qingtang, she had a plan. Only Hu Xian’er knew about this matter.

She couldn’t say this. She couldn’t say anything!

Ming Zhaoxi’s thought process was abnormal. Who knew what intelligence she would pass to Qu Qingtang if Lu Zhuxin said too much.

Moreover, Lu Zhuxin still hadn’t figured out what Ming Zhaoxi’s restrictions actually were.

She couldn’t take this risk.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhuxin gritted her teeth and replied internally, “System, are you stupid? Can’t you see what the situation is right now?”

“I’m stalling for time! If I don’t stabilize her first, I’m finished tonight.”

[…I see.]

In the blue space, the bewitching woman with red hair looked at the scene in the light screen and sighed helplessly.

“Sigh! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have used that opportunity so early last time…”

“But it’s just losing her first time, and she was forced.”

“As long as ‘Father’s’ heart is still on you, Miss Qu, this little accident shouldn’t affect our plan, right?”

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The red-haired woman looked at Lu Zhuxin being pressed beneath someone, that pitiful expression on her face, and tilted her head in thought.

At this moment, seeing Lu Zhuxin remain silent for so long, the colors in Song Shiyuan’s eyes gradually grew gloomy.

Yes, Song Shiyuan had truly craved such an answer.

But when she actually heard these words from Lu Zhuxin’s mouth, she discovered it was nothing like what she’d imagined.

This person looked so sweet and adorable. When pressed beneath someone, that pitiful appearance was so delicate, as if she would break with the slightest squeeze.

Yet the soft, gentle words from her mouth inexplicably stabbed at Song Shiyuan’s heart like daggers.

Her current silence already explained everything.

That sentence “I like you,” where was it true affection?

This was clearly the cruelest thing Song Shiyuan had ever heard.

“So? You and her are actually what…” Song Shiyuan’s voice was dark and hoarse. “You want to say you and her are just playing around?”

Lu Zhuxin was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, “Yes…”

“Hehe…”

“Lu Zhuxin, do you think I’m stupid?”

Song Shiyuan was laughing. Her body was trembling lightly.

She reached out and tore away the last piece of fabric covering Lu Zhuxin’s body.

Lu Zhuxin only felt a chill on her body. There was no longer a thread on her.

“Song… Song Shiyuan…” Lu Zhuxin’s expression became greatly alarmed. “Don’t do this… you’re in great danger right now!”

“Danger?” Song Shiyuan’s voice trembled. “Because of Qu Qingtang?”

She reached out and gently touched the side of Lu Zhuxin’s neck.

On the fox demon’s Rain Dew acupoint, half a golden Pure Yang mark was currently imprinted.

And the Pure Yang fragrance emanating from this mark came from Qu Qingtang.

“This… is…”

“…your true answer.”

Her words choked.

Lu Zhuxin felt heat and moisture coming from her chest.

Lu Zhuxin froze.

This sword sect junior who was pinning her down with a crazed expression had bloodshot eyes and two tear tracks on her cheeks.

She was crying.

She was lying on Lu Zhuxin’s body, silently shedding tears.

“How ridiculous… bamboo truly has no heart…”

“I actually foolishly sought something that doesn’t exist from a fox demon…”

“Hehe…” Song Shiyuan laughed miserably, her eyes gradually turning mad.

The Pure Yang fragrance seemed to lose control and rolled toward Lu Zhuxin.

“Forget it… even without a heart, the body is the same.”

Song Shiyuan cupped Lu Zhuxin’s face and kissed her without restraint.

Tears still remained on her face.

“Mmph mmph mmph!”

Lu Zhuxin’s eyes widened in terror. Everything she wanted to say was blocked by Song Shiyuan.

Was there no other way?

Could she not stop this girl?

A sense of powerlessness rose in Lu Zhuxin’s heart.

Between the rising passionate heat, her already exhausted body was involuntarily responding to Song Shiyuan’s movements.

The pheromones from the fox demon’s neck were escaping uncontrollably, brazenly entangling and mixing with that camellia-scented Pure Yang fragrance.

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The entire sleeping quarters was once again filled with the rich mixed scent, even more abundant than last night.

Fox demon pheromones could stir the desire in humans’ hearts, enhancing the pleasure of marital intimacy.

Song Shiyuan drew in the pheromones from the fox demon beneath her, her movements becoming rougher with each passing moment.

She no longer lingered obsessively on the sweetness in the little fox demon’s mouth. Chaotic kisses fell like a sudden rain, rustling down on Lu Zhuxin’s cheeks and neck, continuing to explore downward.

“Song… Song Shiyuan…”

“Please… don’t do this…”

Lu Zhuxin pleaded with a sobbing voice.

The sword cultivator’s Pure Yang fragrance stirred the passionate lust of her heat period. Two waves of heat converged in her body. That scorching temperature felt like it would burn her inside and out to ashes, completely evaporating her reason.

However, the fox demon’s delicate, powerless pleading voice was met with even rougher treatment.

Lu Zhuxin’s body was covered with mottled red marks left by Song Shiyuan.

Song Shiyuan was like a vicious wolf, wantonly venting biological instinct. Her current appearance, more than releasing desire, seemed like venting anger.

She didn’t plan to care at all about how the little fox beneath her felt, only moving based on instinct.

After exploring all the places on Lu Zhuxin’s upper body that could be explored, Song Shiyuan temporarily stopped her movements. The storm suddenly ceased. Perhaps what awaited her would be an even more violent tempest.

Lu Zhuxin’s face was covered in tear tracks. She opened her eyes slightly, looking at Song Shiyuan pitifully and confusedly.

But she saw Song Shiyuan summon a jade-white magic sword. Yet for some reason, this magic sword had several blood-red lines inexplicably embedded in it, destroying its originally pure beauty.

“Do you remember it?”

“My Chengxin Sword, my natal sword.”

“She wasn’t originally like this… but after that night, she became this way.”

“You must be wondering why I’m taking out this thing…”

Song Shiyuan held the sword inverted in her hand.

She gripped the hilt, condensing scorching Pure Yang sword qi on the pommel.

“Song Shiyuan… what are you doing?!” Lu Zhuxin looked at the continuously approaching pommel, her eyes showing terror.

“Have you forgotten?” Song Shiyuan said. “There are two ways to plant a Pure Yang mark on a fox demon.”

“One is shallow marking, planted on the Rain Dew acupoint on the fox demon’s neck.”

“One is deep marking, planted on the fox demon’s demon core.”

“You’re the one who taught me this.”

Song Shiyuan lowered her body, using the sword pommel to gently press against Lu Zhuxin.

“Don’t! Don’t do this!”

Lu Zhuxin held back tears, shaking her head pitifully at Song Shiyuan.

“Song Shiyuan, spare me!”

“Spare me… please!”

However, she only heard Song Shiyuan lean down on her body and say softly.

“No.”

At this moment, the force in her hand was no longer restrained.

“Ah!!”

…

Meanwhile.

Qu Qingtang sat in the courtyard.

The courtyard was very quiet today.

Song Shiyuan had been sent away by her. Huang Xifeng and Liu Funing hadn’t returned for two days either.

Only she was alone in the courtyard.

The usually noisy place now felt so quiet that she felt somewhat unaccustomed.

She blew in the evening breeze. For some reason, she felt vaguely uneasy.

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“How boring…”

Qu Qingtang languidly lay on the stone table, bending her proud waist. She curled her hair with her fingers, looking at the moon in the sky with utter boredom.

“System, can you query the target person’s status?”

‘Replying to Host, this function is not within the scope of permissions.’

Qu Qingtang wasn’t surprised.

On this long night, unable to hold the little fox while sleeping, she didn’t know what else she should do.

“I wonder where Song Shiyuan is now.”

“Whether she’s eliminated Hu Xian’er.”

Thinking of this, Qu Qingtang formed a hand seal, wanting to probe for Song Shiyuan’s location.

Then her expression suddenly changed drastically.

“Song Shiyuan… how is she still in Fox Palace?”

In Qu Qingtang’s sensing through the hand seal, Song Shiyuan was near Fox Palace.

But she couldn’t determine Song Shiyuan’s specific location.

And when this situation occurred, there was only one possibility.

“The aura-concealing talisman!”

“Where is she?!”

Qu Qingtang stood up abruptly.

The powerful spiritual consciousness of a Venerable Saint spread out, tyrannically sweeping in all directions.

Within Fox Palace, she could probe every place crystal clear.

But there was only one place…

“Lu Zhuxin’s sleeping quarters!”

“Song Shiyuan went to find Lu Zhuxin!”

Qu Qingtang immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

If Song Shiyuan spoke carelessly and let Lu Zhuxin know something…

Then all her efforts up to now might be wasted!

Thinking of this, Qu Qingtang immediately activated her movement technique, arriving outside Lu Zhuxin’s sleeping quarters in an instant.

Although the door was tightly locked, Qu Qingtang could still smell a trace of camellia-like Pure Yang fragrance escaping from the door.

That was Song Shiyuan’s unique scent.

Something happened!

Qu Qingtang’s expression was terrifyingly gloomy. She raised her foot and kicked open the tightly closed door, flashing into the room.

What met her eyes were two panicked figures on the bed.

“Qingtang!”

Lu Zhuxin saw Qu Qingtang. She pushed away the dazed Song Shiyuan and stumbled into Qu Qingtang’s embrace.

As she ran over, crimson blossoms bloomed on the floor.

Qu Qingtang instinctively caught her.

The little fox curled tightly in Qu Qingtang’s embrace, trembling.

Tears from her eyes rolled down in large drops, uncontrollably soaking Qu Qingtang’s clothes.

“ Qingtang… it hurts so much… “

“ Wuu wuu wuu.. .”

“ It hurts… “

Qu Qingtang’s expression was iron-gray.

She saw that glaring crimson on the bedsheets.