Chapter 103: The Serious Twin Sisters

After hanging up the communication, Su Bai’s gaze shifted to the man in the white robe with golden embroidery sitting at the bedside.

He lifted his chin slightly, his eyes full of provocation, and his words were blunt:

“You little fiend, what are you doing here?”

“Of course, I’m here to help Master relieve your desires.” The man’s gaze swept over the slender jade hand clutching the bedsheet, then landed on the long, straight legs that rubbed together ever so slightly. His eyes grew deeper, darker.

“Master still refuses to face your own desires? Last time, you suppressed your longing for more than a hundred years. And what happened? You and I both know—this is no different from controlling a flood.”

“Get lost, brat!”

“You finish using me and then PUA me! How did I end up with such a troublemaker as my disciple!!”

“This is not what Master calls ‘PUA’. It’s letting you face your own desires honestly. For example—like this…”

As he spoke, the man gently beckoned, and a red-haired, red-eyed young girl with a tail and horns obediently snuggled into his embrace, her little head naturally burrowing into his chest.

Zhou Xuan’s large hand moved to the girl’s chest, kneading softly. The girl’s delicate body trembled, arching as she let out a melodious moan. “Blood Consort, as a fragment of Master’s soul, tell her: how does it feel, as a woman, to face your own desires?”

“It feels good~ so good~” Blood Consort raised her face, her bewitching red pupils misty, lips parting in a voice thick with seduction.

“Can you make me feel even better, please~~? I lived as a man for over ten years and never tasted anything this fine; compared to a woman’s pleasure, a man’s few seconds are nothing.”

“I heard from Old Demon Wanhua that soul fragments like yours can share physical sensations.”

The man lightly nibbled the girl’s rosy earlobe, “Let this Master savor your pleasure as well.”

“Mmm~”

Suddenly, Su Bai realized what was happening, panic in her eyes as she waved her hands.

“Hey! You two can flirt all you want, but don’t drag me in—mmph mmph—”

Halfway through her protest, she clutched her chest, curling up like a shrimp, the bed trembling beneath her. The bedsheet was suddenly laced with a lingering peach blossom fragrance.

“You little fiend! Fiend!~~” Su Bai struggled to lift her head, fragrant drool trailing from her lips. She could only see the man playing wantonly with a long, slender tail, the tip shaped like a peach blossom heart. The girl in his arms was already limp, her gaze unfocused, breathless moans slipping endlessly from her lips.

“Master, Blood Consort, comfortable, aren’t you?”

“This is the choice I offer: under my protection, become a woman—free of worries, with joy like this every day and night.”

Zhou Xuan toyed with the tip of Blood Consort’s tail, his tone weaving gentleness, pride, and dominance together.

“Yes~ I want to be a woman~ I want this happiness every day.”

“Get lost! Don’t think about PUA-ing me.”

Yet, he got two utterly different answers: one shy, one angry; one alluring, one cold.

But Zhou Xuan knew all too well his Master’s temperament—fond of appearances, rules, and deliberating with those worms in the name of ‘seeking public opinion’.

Worldly shackles bound that unfulfilled heart—the heart he had always yearned for. So, he had to help Su Bai break the chains of morality and ethics, help her face her desires, and help her truly become a woman, become his Master, his beloved, his Dao companion, his wife.

Now, these are just small setbacks in a process of slow change—nothing that matters in the end.

“Blood Consort, adjust your position.”

Blood Consort replied softly, then slowly shifted her pose.

The man reached out and touched her gently, applying a little force. In an instant, Blood Consort trembled all over, her body tensing, as if immersed in a special paradise of pleasure—a wondrous illusion.

“Ahh! Fiend!! If you ever leave Zhongzhou, I swear I’ll cut you down with one sword!!” The Empress was nearly out of control, about to collapse, the strange sensations smashing against the dam of her reason, one wave after another.

She felt as if she were floating among clouds, wanting to scream but afraid of alerting the heavens, so all she could do was let out repressed whimpers. That agony was like the pain of scaling the cloud peaks—yet somehow, even more so.

Each contact triggered a fierce reaction. Even though it wasn’t happening to her body, the strong sensations nearly shattered her composure. Her mind was a muddled haze, leaving only the man’s voice and the lingering shudders of her body.

“Master seems to know something?” Zhou Xuan frowned, withdrawing his damp hand. The woman in his arms had gone completely limp, indistinguishable from the Empress sprawled on the bed.

At that moment, the Empress’s face was flushed, her long black hair spilled across the floor, her robe loose and revealing her snowy skin. Hearing the man’s question, she answered weakly, “We’re both thousand-year-old foxes~ what kind of ghost stories are you playing at with me~”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t set up any backup plans?”

“We’re just two people reading a play on donkey-back—let’s see who wins. Sooner or later, I’ll cut down you little fiend with one strike!”

With her sharp retort, all the lingering lust in the air faded. Zhou Xuan fell silent for a moment, then placed the limp girl back onto the bed. He offered a shallow bow toward Su Bai before turning away.

Just as he lifted his foot, a slender hand timidly reached out and tugged his sleeve.

“Wait…”

Blood Consort’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes full of longing and mist, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She looked up at Zhou Xuan with a trace of pleading, “Don’t go… we haven’t reached the last step yet…”

“Can you take me hard, just once? I want it~ I really want to feel your love, down to my soul~~”

Before Zhou Xuan could answer, Su Bai’s willow brows shot up. She raised her jade foot and lightly kicked Blood Consort, scolding, “Can’t you have a little dignity?”

“I’ve already decided to be a woman—what dignity do I need?” Blood Consort turned, looking at Su Bai with resentment. “You obviously want it too. I can feel it. Wouldn’t it be better for us to serve Ah Xuan together? To share in this joy?”

“Ah Xuan said he’d take care of our parents for us, help us seize power, handle all the worldly affairs. Don’t you ever think about just living as a rice worm?^”

“You!” Su Bai bit her silver teeth in anger, but found herself at a loss for words.

Blood Consort turned her head back, staring hopefully at Zhou Xuan, “It’s just two women serving a man, Ah Xuan. For a man, this is a huge sense of achievement and conquest. Even you, your main self, has fantasized about it. Why don’t you just take us both now?”

“Your real self cares too much about face. As long as you’re a bit bolder, she’ll definitely say ‘no, no’ with her mouth, but her body will be honest.”

Zhou Xuan gazed into Blood Consort’s clear, innocent, yet utterly desiring eyes, then looked at Su Bai’s face—gritted teeth, helpless. His thoughts stirred.

Only Master’s own ambition and desire can defeat her.

Only Master’s own longing and true nature can open her heart.

Likewise, only she herself can let go of her pride and walk the path of feminine surrender.

A faint, meaningful smile curled on his lips. He bent down and whispered in Blood Consort’s ear, “I’ll give you a task—complete it, and you’ll get a reward…”

Su Bai couldn’t hear the private exchange, but she could see the shifting emotions on Blood Consort’s face. Anyway, nothing good could ever come from Zhou Xuan’s mouth.

Suddenly, her expression changed.

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Something had gone wrong on Bai Changsheng’s side.