Jiang Huai was going crazy.
After feeling his body heat up beyond a certain limit, he lost consciousness, as if falling into a strange dream. In the dream, he was doing peculiar things to Bai Jin, and he heard her pleas, cries, and apologies.
“It’s all my fault… If only I had known sooner…”
The dream was incredibly bizarre. He dreamt that he had bullied Bai Jin countless times. Each time he was on the verge of reaching his climax, Bai Jin would use her last ounce of strength to push him away. Already filled to the brim, he saw Bai Jin’s clothes torn, until they were all haphazardly ripped off. Her porcelain-white skin was covered in fragrant sweat beads, making her body glisten with moisture.
Jiang Huai desperately tried to wake up from the dream, but no matter how much he struggled, the dream seemed to hold him captive. He could only watch Bai Jin arch her waist and fall, again and again. He also saw Bai Jin take control in a moment of passion, flipping over and pinning him beneath her. He saw her waist twist like a water snake. He also saw her eyes turn red, filled with mist, yet still being ravaged by him, over and over.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!
Wake up, Jiang Huai! Wake up!
Jiang Huai struggled repeatedly in his dream, shouting incessantly, but to no avail. When he finally regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes, he met Bai Jin’s hazy, tearful gaze.
Jiang Huai froze.
He slowly lowered his head. Bai Jin’s body was sticky and damp, misting with steam, her white and tender skin flushed red, yet marked with red imprints. Her legs were slightly spread, unable to close, her legs incredibly weak.
The room was filled with a strange scent. Jiang Huai saw water stains slowly flowing down her legs. It was as if his nightmare had suddenly become reality. His reason slowly returned. After a moment, he finally came to his senses, realizing what had just happened. He stared blankly at Bai Jin’s reddened eye sockets in front of him. “Aunt Bai, I… I…”
Jiang Huai’s words became jumbled. His lips trembled, but for a long time, he couldn’t utter a sound. Bai Jin’s voice was slightly hoarse as she looked at Jiang Huai, still with such gentleness in her eyes.
“It’s not your fault, Little Huai,” her voice was very, very soft. “Just pretend nothing happened. Only you and I know about this. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
Jiang Huai stared blankly at her face. At this moment, he didn’t know what else to say besides nodding. Indescribable self-blame and regret filled his chest, but Bai Jin simply closed her eyes, moved slightly, and leaned closer, her forehead resting on his chest. She softly said, “Aunt Bai doesn’t blame you, and I’m not wronged. Don’t blame yourself too much.”
“It’s just… Aunt Bai is too tired and needs to sleep for a while. You be good and don’t think too much.”
After saying this, she closed her eyes, pressed lightly against Jiang Huai’s chest, and soon fell asleep.
Her body had long since reached its limit, experiencing the end of desire repeatedly, yet she had no time to rest. Towards the end, she was almost forcibly violated and bullied. No matter how much she pleaded, Jiang Huai couldn’t hear her.
Now, she didn’t even have the strength to move a finger, and soon entered dreamland. Jiang Huai was still staring blankly at her face, not yet recovered. He glanced at the clouds outside the window. He distinctly remembered that it was early morning when they left the Fan Hua Secret Realm, but now the bright moon hung high in the night sky.
At this moment, various thoughts in Jiang Huai’s head mixed and intertwined, causing his head to throb as if it were about to explode.
Memories in his mind slowly surfaced like a tide.
Those scenes surged back into his mind again, intertwining with his nightmare, revealing the full picture of everything that had happened. Once, twice, thrice, four times, five times, six times, seven times, eight times…
Jiang Huai couldn’t count them all on his fingers.
Until he finished counting all the knuckles on his fingers, he stared blankly at Bai Jin, who was asleep in her dreams. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it… Now he knew why Bai Jin had fallen asleep just by leaning on his chest. She had just used her last conscious effort to wait for him to regain his senses. Jiang Huai’s head became increasingly painful.
How did things turn out this way?
The Spirit Boat should have already arrived at the Snake Clan by now. But Bai Jin, with her last conscious thought, had made the Spirit Boat hover over an uninhabited area in the Western Region. It had been stopped for an entire day. The images in Jiang Huai’s mind began to continuously stimulate his spirit, starting from the first time he pinned Bai Jin beneath him. After the fourth or fifth time, Bai Jin, on the verge of collapse, completely lost her consciousness and pinned him beneath her instead, guiding him to continue their Dual Cultivation… Then, exhausted, her body went limp and she was held by him…
Jiang Huai covered his head and fiercely tugged at his hair. How would he face Bai Jin in the future?
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside the door.
He looked at the door in panic, suddenly remembering who should be outside. In his memory, he had been burning hot at the time, but he had vaguely heard Jiang Zhi’s voice. So he immediately asked, “Elder Sister Jiang Zhi?”
The door opened, and Jiang Zhi, in a purple dress, walked in. At that moment, Jiang Huai hurriedly pulled the quilt to completely cover Bai Jin’s sleeping body. He looked at Jiang Zhi’s eyes in panic from under the covers. Jiang Zhi looked at him innocently, “I know everything. I told her that only by Dual Cultivating with you could the Scarlet Flame Red Dragon’s essence within your body be refined.”
“Is there no other way?”
“Yes, there is,” Jiang Zhi nodded. “But those methods take time. Finding those medicinal materials for you within an hour would be difficult, and by the time I found them, you would have already exploded and died from the burning desire.”
In fact, Jiang Zhi could have easily refined it for him.
But she was unwilling.
“Why didn’t you remind us sooner?”
“When I came to find you, you were already in a state of burning desire,” Jiang Zhi’s eyes were particularly innocent, her eyes not even blinking when she lied.
She was too lazy to remind Jiang Huai. Instead, seeing Jiang Huai’s current messy, ashamed, and death-wish expression, the little demon in her heart was already laughing.
“Relax, you could consider this a blessing in disguise,” Jiang Zhi said softly as she sat down on a chair.
Jiang Huai took a deep breath and was speechless.
Now, as he examined his body, the sixth level of the Overlord Art was almost perfected. His cultivation level had directly risen from Fifth Level Transc to Second Level Void Refinement, skipping seven minor realms. This was not only due to Bai Jin’s Ninth Realm Yuan Yin, but also because they had Dual Cultivated nearly thirty times.
At this moment, the spiritual Qi in Jiang Huai’s Qi sea was almost overflowing.
“It’s hardly a blessing…” Jiang Huai’s voice became very dejected.
Jiang Zhi just smiled, looking at him playfully. “The Monster Clan doesn’t care so much about chastity. It’s not as bad as you think. From now on, you two can tacitly pretend that nothing happened. Lying, if two people lie together, it can become true. On the contrary, if you keep dwelling on it and being awkward, it will only embarrass her.”
Although Jiang Zhi’s tone was playful, her words were reasonable. Jiang Huai slowly looked up, his face still full of dejection, but he said nothing. Jiang Zhi crossed her arms, her white and tender little feet in silver high heels slightly tapping, the tips of her shoes sharp.
“Still playing coy after getting the benefits? If you still look so lost and sad, she’ll have to coax you again when she wakes up. You’re not a child anymore, can you act like a man?”
Jiang Huai looked up at Jiang Zhi. Her eyes now held a trace of sincerity. Jiang Huai reached out and rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and nodded, “That’s true.”
“But, why are you here?” Jiang Huai asked confusedly, looking at Jiang Zhi in front of him.
“Just passing by, came to see you,” Jiang Zhi answered nonchalantly, not giving Jiang Huai any room for doubt or rebuttal. Jiang Huai hesitated and muttered in a low voice, “I have a small question to ask, just a question…”
“What price must be paid to resolve the Fox Clan’s Heavenly Punishment?” Jiang Zhi preemptively stated the question Jiang Huai wanted to ask.
Jiang Huai froze. “How did you know what I was going to ask?”
“Guessing.”
Jiang Zhi naturally wouldn’t tell him the real reason. Although she had gone to the Dragon Clan a while ago, she had placed an eye on Jiang Huai. She had watched everything that had happened to Jiang Huai in the secret realm whenever she was bored.
“Then…?” Jiang Huai looked at Jiang Zhi cautiously.
Jiang Zhi lifted her white and tender foot and glanced at him with indifferent eyes. “One hundred times?”
“Ho-how much?!”
“Now, one hundred times, and I’ll help you resolve the Fox Clan’s Heavenly Punishment. How about it?”
Here we go again.
This inexplicable sense of absurdity. Jiang Huai couldn’t understand why Jiang Zhi’s conditions were so inexplicably bizarre. He wasn’t living in a world from a hentai manga… Wait, his recent experience was no different from living in a cliché hentai world.
“I, I can’t do it,” Jiang Huai said, on the verge of tears.
His kidneys hurt right now. Although Dual Cultivation was about yin and yang complementing each other, if he had to Dual Cultivate like this, he would need to recuperate for a day or two. Besides, one hundred times… What kind of rabbit would he have to be to do that?
“If you can’t do it, then there’s nothing to discuss,” Jiang Zhi replied indifferently.
“Sister’s condition, is it really serious?”
“Of course,” Jiang Zhi tilted her chin slightly. “I said one hundred times, so it’s one hundred times. Not a single one less.”
“Isn’t that the same as not agreeing?”
“Yes,” Jiang Zhi nodded gently and sneered, “It’s good that you know.”
Jiang Huai hesitated, then cautiously asked, “Is there any… room for negotiation?”
Jiang Zhi stared straight at him for several seconds. After a moment, she raised her slender, fair leg. Her white and tender calf was almost at Jiang Huai’s cheek. Jiang Huai flinched, thinking she was going to kick him. But Jiang Zhi simply said, “Kiss the top of my foot.”
Jiang Huai looked at her, half-believing and half-doubting. “If I kiss it, will Sister help me?”
“No, you kiss it, and I’ll consider it.”
After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Huai slowly took off her silver high heels. Her soft, white foot was unstained by dust. Her toes were slightly curled. Jiang Zhi crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on him, as if amused by his humiliation.
The moment Jiang Huai lowered his head, he suddenly realized that his bottom line was getting lower and lower.
In the end, he lowered his head and gently kissed the top of Jiang Zhi’s foot. When he looked up again, meeting Jiang Zhi’s eyes, he softly inquired, “How has Sister considered it?”
“I refuse,” Jiang Zhi replied innocently.
Jiang Huai grunted again.
His fist grunted.
