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“Little sister, I want to consummate our marriage with you, Senior Sister.”
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Edit: FAFOEVER.
All over the ground, mesmerizing crimson flowers bloomed, their stamens like crimson snakes. The slender, towering, deep blue stalks of the Lycoris flowers stood tall, their leaves scattered, blooming as if they were roses watered with fresh blood.
These flowers bloomed at the edge of a treacherous, towering cliff. Before them lay an abyss ten thousand *zhang* deep, from which terrifying black demonic energy emanated, soaring skyward, turning the vibrant blue sky a dismal grey. Occasionally, black birds of unknown species flew up from the abyss, emitting hoarse, mournful, piercing cries.
In front, a terrifying blackness, and behind, on the cliff face, a fiery crimson that seemed capable of incinerating everything.
Surrounded by this sea of flowers was a small wooden house. The scene here was entirely enveloped in dark energy, and the wooden house, with its sharp angles, appeared unusually strange.
At this moment, the square window of the wooden house glowed, beams of light shining out onto the flower bushes in front of the house, creating an eerie beauty that took one's breath away.
Within the flower bushes, demonic energy condensed, slowly forming a small black orb. It looked ethereal and unreal. The little black orb bounced with effort, leaping from the ground to the sole window, opening it, and softly letting out a sound.
“Cuc.”
The little black orb faintly manifested a pair of large eyes, peering into the room——
Inside, a candelabra hung high, red candles burning with a crackling sound. Candle wax flowed down the holder like tears, covering the floor, a testament to how long they had been burning.
The house was adorned with red double-happiness characters. On the table were lilies, peanuts, red dates, and other worldly offerings. There was an exquisitely carved silver wine cup, with a slender rim, its body inlaid with rubies, and two silver handles on either side.
If an ordinary person were to enter this place at this moment, they would surely recognize it as a human world bridal chamber.
The little black orb gently bounced at the window, then let out another soft sound: “Cuc?”
“Who’s there?”
Suddenly, a cold, clear voice came from a corner of the room.
The little black orb startled, its eyes darting over, only to see layered curtains in the corner. Before the person inside could ask again, the little black orb, terrified, scattered into wisps of dark energy and floated out of the wooden house once more.
A long while later, the previous voice softly probed: “Is anyone there?”
Silence, a silence as deep as death.
Behind the layered curtains, a flash of snowy white swayed from within the luxurious silk, vaguely accompanied by a crisp clinking sound, *leng ka leng keng*, exceedingly pleasant to the ear.
[This is the abyss of the Demon Realm, where would a person come from?] A cold voice replied, yet it was undetectable by anything, resounding only within that person’s spiritual consciousness space.
The curtains stirred more vigorously, the sound of metal clinking together. The curtains were pulled aside, emitting a tearing sound as they parted, falling like scattered snowflakes, revealing the scene within.
Red silk fabric was draped over a jade bed, upon which lay a slender figure. The person wore a Daoist robe, alternating black and white, and on their head, a hat adorned with a Taiji symbol ☯. Three thousand strands of black hair cascaded like a waterfall across the red silk, also draping over their delicate, fair neck, as if traversing mountains and streams, winding along their collarbones.
A beautiful young Daoist priestess.
Unfortunately...
Her situation at this moment was not very good.
Her palm-sized face had a thin black silk cloth covering her eyes, revealing only a small, delicate, straight nose bridge, crimson lips, and a beautiful small mole beside them.
The "clink, clank" sound rang out again. It turned out to be from a dark iron chain, half-hidden beneath her sleeve, extending from her wrist to a pillar of the jade bed. At first glance, the chain's true nature wasn't apparent, its presence subtly ambiguous.
Her fingertips clenched, veins bulging. She tried to pull it off, but still couldn't break free from the chain. Finally, disheartened, she stopped. She lay supine, bewildered, and answered that voice in her mind:
"The Abyss of the Demonic Realm?"
"That's not right, System. According to the plot's progression, Xia Jingzhe had just been slandered by several senior sisters for colluding with the Demonic Realm. Didn't I support her, preventing her cultivation from being crippled and her expulsion from the sect? When did she ever get involved with the Demonic Realm?"
Called out by her in her mind, the System retorted icily: [You wrote the story, and you're asking me?]
Daoist: "..."
She was about to say more when a "creak" sounded, and from not far away came the sound of a wooden door being pushed open.
A faint, cool fragrance, along with a strong smell of fresh blood, wafted in. The person lying on the jade bed was inexplicably terrified, so much so that all activity in their brain ceased. They heard footsteps, neither fast nor slow, approaching from afar, then stopping in front of them.
Immediately after, soft yet cold fingers touched the person's cheek. The sensation was like being licked by the tongue of a venomous snake, sending a shiver rising from the depths of their heart.
Noticing the person trembling beneath her palm, Xia Jingzhe slowly curved her lips, as if about to unwrap her favorite gift. Her fingertips caressed the tender, smooth skin, finally stopping at the black silk cloth...
Slowly moving to the knot, her nimble fingers moved slightly and untied the silk cloth.
The person on the bed tilted their head to one side, tightly closed their eyes, adapting to the sudden light. It took a long while before they squinted their eyes open: "Junior Sister Xia? Why are you here?"
Junior Sister Xia.
Hearing this address, Xia Jingzhe's smile became even more beautiful. Her beautiful phoenix eyes clearly curved with warmth, but her pupils held not a trace of warmth, as if swept by frost and snow—beautiful yet chilling to the bone.
Seeing this smile, the person lying on the jade bed instinctively sensed a hint of danger. What was strange was that the danger seemed to come from the person in front of them.
"Junior Sister Xia...! Never mind. I'm afraid I was ambushed by villains and then brought to this Demonic Realm. My cultivation methods are also sealed. Staying here for too long might not be good. Junior Sister, you also possess a pure immortal physique. Although I don't know how you got the news and came to rescue me, you should still quickly take me away from this place."
Listening to her speak, Xia Jingzhe said nothing, merely standing calmly before the bed, watching her with a contemplative gaze.
Waiting for her to stop speaking, Xia Jingzhe slowly bent down, one hand resting on the red silk, feeling the coldness from the jade seeping into her palm. She spoke unhurriedly:
"Xu Qiao."
She called again: "Qiaoqiao Senior Sister."
Hearing the tone, which contained a subtle, almost imperceptible allure, Xu Qiao felt as if needles were pricking her ears. Especially facing such a face, she had just managed to steady her emotions when she heard the person in front of her speak again:
"Why are you and I here, Senior Sister? Don't you know perfectly well in your heart?"
Xu Qiao’s throat twitched. She tried to evade the surge of corruption (demonic energy) that rushed towards her. Pressing her lips together, she feigned ignorance: "What is Junior Sister talking about? Elder Sister doesn't understand a single word."
Xia Jingzhe chuckled softly. She raised a hand to help Xu Qiao remove a few strands of hair that had fallen into the collar of her clothes. Her movements were truly gentle, but this very gentleness sent shivers down Xu Qiao's spine.
Focusing intently on this task, Xia Jingzhe only looked up again after a long while, meeting Xu Qiao's dark, bewildered eyes. Her voice was as gentle as water:
"You're playing dumb again, Senior Sister."
Xu Qiao: "..."
She carefully assessed the tone and expression of the person before her, unable to resist asking inwardly: "System, why do I feel like she's changed?"
The System replied seriously: [Congratulations, protagonist Xia Jingzhe's corruption level has reached 99.]
When Xu Qiao heard the words "Congratulations," she absolutely couldn't smile.
Just then, Xia Jingzhe had already arranged Xu Qiao's long hair neatly beside her, meticulously combing it with her hand, smoothing out the soft black strands. Seeing her appearance restored to its former clean and tidy state, she herself smiled with satisfaction.
"Qiaoqiao Senior Sister," she asked, "I am the villain you speak of, the one who brought you here — I had this place decorated for a very long time, and isn't it good to be here with me?"
She leaned to one side, inviting Xu Qiao to look at the dazzling red in the room. Too many colors gathered in one place, making it bizarre.
In short: An eyesore.
Xu Qiao didn't look at those eyesore decorations. She closed her eyes, her long, slender eyelashes, like a nestling tucking its wings, obediently drooping.
She asked indifferently: "Xia Jingzhe, have you gone mad?"
Hearing these words, the smile on Xia Jingzhe's face vanished. Perhaps due to the intense surge of emotions, her eyes were bloodshot, filled with a wild frenzy, a mad adoration for the person before her, and also hatred, but even more so, despair, a desire unfulfilled.
"Mad?" She meticulously savored Xu Qiao's words, murmuring softly: "Perhaps."
She stared fixedly at Xu Qiao's face, realizing that the other woman didn't even want to spare her an indifferent glance. A nameless anger surged forth. She raised her hand, pinching Xu Qiao's chin, lifting her face—
Xia Jingzhe gazed deeply into Xu Qiao's eyes and asked:
"Senior Sister, why did you enter my world?"
"Why is it that every time I face danger, you come to save me, but on ordinary days, you don't even spare me a glance?"
"Yes, it's that look, pity...! Like a god."
"In Senior Sister's eyes, am I not like a pitiful wretch? Only able to grovel in the mud, while you are high above, bestowing salvation upon me once when you feel like it, and when you don't, I'm not even worthy of entering your sight."
"You clearly know I like you, yet you avoid me as if I were plague. If you hated me so much, that would be one thing, but why, after hearing others say I colluded with the Demonic Realm, did you still come to clear my name?"
Speaking of this, she paused, a smile slowly forming on her lips: "Qiaoqiao Senior Sister, is it really so amusing for you to tease me like this, to watch me utterly infatuated with you?"
Xu Qiao: "..."
She parted her lips, as if to sigh, yet also as if to explain—
"Shhh."
Xia Jingzhe gently placed the tip of her left index finger on Xu Qiao's lips.
"I don't want to hear, and I don't want to know."
"Whatever Senior Sister wants from me, I'll give it."
After speaking, Ha Kinh Chap withdrew her finger, replacing it with her own lips, and gave a kiss.
Hua Kieu's entire body stiffened, her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe it.
(⊙_⊙)
Seeing this, Ha Kinh Chap smiled wickedly, and asked intimately:
"Senior Sister, why are you so surprised? That expression makes it seem like I'm bullying you, but I clearly haven't even started yet."
Hua Kieu's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor:
"You... What are you doing?"
Ha Kinh Chap lowered her gaze, looking at Hua Kieu as if surprised, then dotingly gave her answer:
"Senior Sister, you still haven't figured it out?"
"Me, well—"
"I want to marry Senior Sister and enter the bridal chamber."
Editor: OMG, it's only chapter 1 and it's already so intense.
Bondage play, huh.