The little fox, nibbling on the tender flesh of her neck, decided to teach her yet another lesson. His voice, muffled, said, “Yes, that’s true. It’s normal. But you only feel desire for me, just as I only feel desire for you.”
He gripped Sang Dai’s waist, lifting her up and setting her on the table, leaning down to kiss her neck.
As he kissed, he murmured, “You wouldn’t let anyone else touch you. You keep your distance from Shen Ciyu, from Qiu Chengxi, but with me, you’re close. Only with me.”
He left kiss after kiss, listening to her soft breaths, and continued, “Just like you, I’m the same. Only you are allowed to touch me, only you are allowed to kiss me, and I will only do these things with you. Even during my heat, I’ll only be with you. The position of Demon Empress is yours alone.”
Su Xuan moved between her legs, pulling the sword cultivator’s arms around his neck and holding her waist tightly as he kissed her ear. “If you can’t figure it out, then I’ll help you.”
Sang Dai struggled to ask, “How… how will you help?”
It seemed she really couldn’t refuse Su Xuan.
Everything he said felt true. She only felt close to him, only allowed him to approach her, only let him kiss her ears, her neck, her lips, only allowed him to share a bed with her.
Only Su Xuan. Sang Dai couldn’t tell if what she felt for him was tenderness or something more.
Su Xuan believed that if two people truly loved each other, they should be together as soon as possible—hesitation was just a waste of time.
The little fox’s heat was approaching, and previously, the sword cultivator hadn’t allowed him near her, forcing him to endure it alone.
But now that she was by his side, he couldn’t hold back anymore, and he couldn’t guarantee what he might do when the time came.
So, he needed to act quickly, to break through the defenses of the little turtle’s heart in one decisive push.
“Let’s test it. Let’s see if you reject me, if you like kissing and hugging me. If you don’t feel repulsed, it means I already have a place in your heart.”
The little fox kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Sang Dai, utterly dazed, clung to him and asked blankly, “…Can you really test that?”
“I can. Everything can be tested.”
Sang Dai trusted Su Xuan completely.
He had more life experience than her, knew more than her, and had never harmed her—always helping her with the utmost sincerity.
She trusted him too much, and his words carried significant weight with her.
Just like every time she was tricked by him, she’d still believe him again the next time.
“Is this… the reward you want?”
“Yes, Dai Dai. I like this reward.”
“…Alright then.”
Su Xuan had been waiting for those words.
The moment Sang Dai agreed, he leaned in, capturing her lips, prying open her teeth to entwine their tongues. The shuddering sensation left Sang Dai’s body limp as water.
She thought of something and hazily opened her eyes to look, but this time, she didn’t see Su Xuan’s eyes open like last time. This time, his eyes were closed.
He was entirely focused on feeling her.
Eyes closed—good. She didn’t want him to see her blushing face. Sang Dai’s body grew softer as she clung helplessly to his shoulders, tilting her head to let him kiss her as he pleased.
The little fox seemed ready to devour her, his swallowing and panting noises embarrassingly clear—so clear that she wished she could turn off her own hearing.
Her raised neck was slender and fragile, with a faint silver thread slipping down from their entwined lips, which Su Xuan wiped away.
She gradually found it hard to breathe, her lips numb, and just as Su Xuan finally released her mouth, she barely had time to catch her breath before he hooked his arm under her thighs, lifting her up effortlessly. He carried her toward the windowsill, which was higher than the table. Sitting there, she could look him in the eye without tilting her head up.
But the window was open, and beyond it lay the garden where demon cultivators occasionally passed by while tending to their duties.
Sang Dai panicked, stammering as she pushed against him, “No, no, someone might see us out there.”
“There won’t be anyone,” Su Xuan replied simply, and before she could argue further, his lips were on hers again.
Sang Dai tensed up entirely, her nervousness making her focus solely on evading him. She kept him from claiming her soft tongue no matter how hard he tried. Frustrated, Su Xuan resorted to gently sucking on her lower lip, the light pressure sending shivers down her spine.
“Dai Dai, let me kiss you. Don’t run away.”
Sang Dai paused for a moment, and Su Xuan seized the opportunity. With precision and speed, he reopened her defenses and captured the spot he had long yearned for. He held her there, repeatedly kissing and nipping, his persistence relentless.
When she felt breathless, Su Xuan would relent briefly, shifting his attention to her neck. Her pale, cool skin bore the marks of his kisses, one after another. They would fade by the next day, so he made no effort to restrain himself, showering her with affection.
As Sang Dai’s breathing grew increasingly ragged, her soft gasps escaping uncontrollably, and as tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, staining her flushed face, Su Xuan knew his sword cultivator was slowly falling into his trap.
The nine-tailed fox clan were natural leaders, and Su Xuan had always been cunning, but he hadn’t anticipated using his tricks on Sang Dai.
Winning her affection for his touch and the way he cared for her was just another strategy in his pursuit. Actions, after all, spoke louder than words.
The sword cultivator’s heart was hard, but her lips were soft.
She was his precious little treasure.
When Sang Dai let out another small sound, Su Xuan leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Dai Dai, does it feel good?”
Her mind was foggy, and she instinctively answered, “…Mm.”
It felt very good. The places his lips touched left her tingling and weak, with no strength to resist—she could only cling tightly to him.
“Do you like it?”
“…Mm.”
“Shall we keep going?”
“…Mm.”
It seemed that was the only word she could say anymore.
The little fox kissed her as he pressed her against the windowsill for two full quarters of an hour, until her lips were almost numb. Finally, he pulled her into his arms, leaning against the windowsill himself.
Sang Dai’s long legs wrapped around his waist on either side as he supported her body, kissing her again. Noticing her dryness, Su Xuan took out some tea and fed her a sip before resuming his kisses.
After another quarter of an hour, Sang Dai finally turned her head away, burying her face in his neck and breathing heavily, as if she were about to suffocate.
Her voice was soft and faint as she called out to him, “Su Xuan…”
Su Xuan had effortlessly reduced the world’s greatest sword cultivator to a puddle in his arms, her thoughts entirely dominated by him. His reputation as a seductive fox demon only grew stronger.
When reason returned to him, the little fox closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, his breathing heavy. Even though he was also struggling to endure, he was reluctant to let her go. For over a century, his thoughts had been consumed by his sword cultivator, so much so that even the slightest touch from her could break his control. His life and death were hers to command.
Sang Dai’s head rested on his shoulder, her posture suggesting she felt unwell. Su Xuan suppressed his fiery urges, gently patting her back in comfort. “Dai Dai, are you having trouble breathing? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
Sang Dai shook her head honestly. “I’m fine, just feeling a little stifled.”
Su Xuan channeled spiritual energy into her, gently patting her back to help her breathe more easily. “How about now? Does it still feel stifling?”
“…Mm, much better.”
He chuckled softly.
Sang Dai’s face was bright red as she leaned against his shoulder, her lips swollen and flushed.
The evening glow from outside the window bathed her face, making her already crimson cheeks appear even redder.
Su Xuan supported her easily with one hand while using the other to smooth her hair, his voice soft as he called her name, “Dai Dai.”
“…Mm.”
“I really like being close to you.”
Sang Dai’s long lashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes.
Su Xuan kissed her sweat-dampened forehead, his gaze so tender it seemed it might melt her.
“More than you can imagine. Everything about you is extraordinarily beautiful to me.”
The hands Sang Dai had wrapped around his neck tightened their hold.
“And you? What about you?”
Sang Dai didn’t answer.
Su Xuan asked again, “How did it feel just now?”
“I…”
“Don’t lie. Tell me the truth.”
The lingering sensation in Sang Dai’s body hadn’t faded. She didn’t even need to recall—it was obvious.
It was comfortable, very comfortable. Her entire body felt weak. Even though they had exchanged saliva, she didn’t feel any aversion. On the contrary, when she tasted the faint herbal aroma lingering in Su Xuan’s mouth, she couldn’t help but be momentarily dazed.
Su Xuan was very clean—a clean little fox.
Even as he kissed and nibbled at her, she didn’t resist. When he carefully kissed and nibbled at her ear, brushing against the earrings dangling from her earlobe, she found herself unable to suppress the sounds escaping her lips.
The sword cultivator didn’t know how she could make such sounds—soft, melodious, and utterly unlike her usual self.
“Why won’t you answer? Did it feel good?” Receiving no reply, the little fox asked again.
Sang Dai met his gaze and saw the depth of emotion in his eyes. Her voice was soft and sticky as she replied, “…It felt good.”
Su Xuan’s eyes curved into a smile. “If it wasn’t me, but someone else treating you this way, how would you feel?”
Sang Dai instinctively refuted, “I wouldn’t like it.”
If it were someone else, she would feel disgusted—she would hate it.
Sang Dai didn’t even let others into her private quarters. In all her years in the celestial realm, aside from Sang Wenzhou and Madam Shi, not even Shen Ciyu had set foot in her room.
She also disliked physical contact with others. When fighting, she relied entirely on her sword, never engaging in hand-to-hand combat or touching others directly.
Su Xuan countered, “Then why don’t you feel that way with me?”
Sang Dai froze, momentarily at a loss.
Su Xuan pressed on, “Why don’t you dislike my kisses and touches?”
Sang Dai couldn’t come up with an answer.
The little fox provided it for her. “Because, Dai Dai, I’m already in your heart.”
He kissed her cheek gently and added, “Perhaps not as much as you’re in mine, but I’m there—a lot.”
Sang Dai murmured instinctively, “I don’t know…”
“Dai Dai,” Su Xuan said softly, “if you still can’t figure it out, how about we try a different way?”
Sang Dai hesitated. “…A different way?”
“Yes, a different way.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and a dark glint passed through his eyes.
“This time, you kiss me.”
Sang Dai’s breath hitched.
“You kiss me. I won’t do anything, and you listen to your heartbeat. Does it quicken?”
“Dai Dai, I’m right here. This time, you kiss me.”
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TL: The author really DELIVERS with kissing scenes and they’re still gonna kiss in the next chapter! 😩