Sang Dai had lived for more than a hundred years, and the only men close to her were Ying Heng and Su Xuan.
But Ying Heng had never taught her these things. She was too young back then, and such matters were far from her concern.
Therefore, in over a hundred years, apart from some basic common sense, Sang Dai was completely clueless in this regard.
However, she remembered from her memory that when she had gone to the brothel to exorcise demons, the women there would get close to men in this way.
At the time, she hadn’t dared to look much—just a fleeting glance—and saw the two people’s lips pressed together.
Kissing…
Wasn’t it lips touching lips?
Sang Dai gave him a quick peck, pulling back almost instantly. She looked at him timidly, slightly pursing her lips, unsure if what she had done was correct.
Was this what Su Xuan wanted?
But the fox showed no reaction. Sang Dai’s hand was still holding onto his arm.
Su Xuan had just woken up, dressed in nothing but a thin long robe, which couldn’t shield his burning body heat. Sang Dai could feel the tension growing under her palm.
He looked at her expressionlessly. Sang Dai met his gaze, yet she couldn’t even hear his inner thoughts.
So quiet.
A little too quiet.
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
She started to panic. Was this not what he wanted?
Had she just offended him?
Sang Dai called him softly, “…Su Xuan?”
The fox’s eyes grew darker, a storm brewing in their depths. But Sang Dai couldn’t understand it and interpreted it as anger.
“I-I didn’t mean to offend you. I just thought you liked…”
Sang Dai explained awkwardly.
Su Xuan suddenly raised his hand, grabbing the hand she was about to withdraw.
His palm was burning hot, and his voice was hoarse—very hoarse: “You thought what?”
Sang Dai stammered, “I thought you liked… kissing.”
His inner voice always spoke of kissing her, wanting to kiss her every day. He clearly liked her so much.
Could it be that she misunderstood? Did he just like to talk about it, but deep down, he was still conservative and shy?
Sang Dai felt a little guilty. “I’m sorry. I thought you—”
“You thought right,” Su Xuan interrupted her.
“…What?”
He leaned closer to her, his nose touching hers, his gaze dropping to her lips.
“This lord likes kissing, likes kissing you, has been crazily wanting to kiss you, has been thinking of you for many years, Dai Dai, just now, you were the one who made the first move.”
Sang Dai’s heart was about to jump out of her chest. His voice was so hoarse and low, and the hot breath he exhaled sprayed all over her face, stirring the fine hairs on her face and blowing against the long lashes of the sword cultivator.
“You made the first move, so now it’s only fair that I return it.”
Return it?
Return what?
Before Sang Dai could figure it out, the fox who had been holding back for a hundred years pressed down on her, his lips heavily covering her soft ones.
His large hand gripped her lower back, pulling her closer, while the other hand slid through her dark hair, cupping the back of her head and gently forcing her to tilt her head up.
He wasn’t like her just now, giving a light peck, but instead he bit down on her lower lip.
Sang Dai immediately panicked, her hands pushing against his chest, her black eyes filled with a hint of confusion. She struggled, wanting to escape.
Su Xuan stood firm, holding her in place, but eased his movements, pulling back slightly and softly coaxing her, “Dai Dai, close your eyes, okay?”
They were so close now, Sang Dai could still feel the lingering shine of his kiss on her red lips.
Her breathing trembled. “Su Xuan, what are you doing?”
She had no idea what exactly he was doing.
The sword cultivator understood nothing, completely ignorant in this regard.
“Dai Dai, just try it, okay?”
He kissed her ear, gently nibbling on it, his tongue tracing the edge, and indeed, he felt the strength in her body soften.
Su Xuan whispered next to her ear, “Dai Dai, don’t be afraid, close your eyes and leave it to me, okay?”
The sword cultivator was too pure, completely unaware of the many different aspects of this matter. Meanwhile, the nine-tailed fox clan had been educated about mating since childhood. Even though Su Xuan lacked experience, his theoretical knowledge far exceeded Sang Dai’s.
Moreover, men were generally more intuitive in this regard than women.
Sang Dai leaned into his embrace, closed her eyes, and clutched his collar tightly, her long lashes trembling.
Her mind was now filled with Su Xuan’s past thoughts.
He really liked her, liked her a lot, and really wanted to kiss her.
Sang Dai felt she couldn’t be too hard-hearted toward him.
In the end, her softness towards Su Xuan outweighed her rationality. She closed her eyes tightly and said a muffled “Okay”.
She couldn’t refuse him.
The little fox was successful, the corners of his lips curling up, leaving her reddened ears and gently kissing along her profile, finally covering her red lips again.
He didn’t close his eyes, carefully observing every inch of her expression; this was the first kiss, a kiss he had yearned for a hundred years.
It was also Sang Dai’s first time, so he couldn’t let her be left with any shadows; he had to make her comfortable so that she would willingly kiss him more in the future.
Thus, the little fox took out all the theoretical knowledge he had learned from the spirit beast clan when he was young, combined with his instincts as a man, and cautiously kissed the sword cultivator. The kiss started gently, pecking once before pulling away, then holding the sword cultivator’s lips as if savoring a delicious dish.
At this moment, Sang Dai could still accept it, though she didn’t dare to open her eyes. Between her lips and teeth was his scent of grass and wood, a fragrance unique to Su Xuan, mixed with her own fresh scent. Sang Dai’s heartbeat quickened, and the hand gripping Su Xuan’s collar tightened, her joints whitening.
Until Su Xuan was not satisfied with just a superficial kiss; attacking and plundering was the nature of the spirit beast clan.
He lifted the sword cultivator’s chin, applying slight pressure to pry open her teeth, touching the most secretive softness.
Sang Dai noticed and immediately became a bit more alert, suddenly panicking and trying to push him away, but her strength was small; she had no power and didn’t dare to push him hard, constantly worried about hurting him.
But Su Xuan didn’t let her go, still kissing her lips and tongue, half-forcefully holding her, and sitting down in a chair, pulling the person at the table to sit in front of him on his lap, her legs parted on either side of him, her whole body in his embrace.
At this moment, he could still maintain a bit of gentleness, suppressing his wild impulses, veins bulging on his forehead from restraint; one hand rested gently on Sang Dai’s back, patting her as a form of comfort.
The other hand wandered through the back of her head, the pad of his fingers lightly rubbing, causing the sword cultivator to feel a shiver running from her scalp all the way down to her feet.
Sang Dai felt a bit scared, murmuring his name, “Um, Su, Su Xuan…”
Su Xuan slightly pulled away to reassure her, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
He leaned over again, watching the sword cultivator with her eyes closed, her willow-like brows slightly furrowed. Even though she didn’t understand what he was doing, she still obediently endured it, her heart quickly sinking.
Simply explosive.
Dai Dai, his Dai Dai.
Su Xuan forced open the sword cultivator’s teeth to suck, lick, and taste, sweeping through every inch of her lips, swallowing all the fragrant nectar she exchanged, his breathing growing more rapid, and the kisses becoming more intense.
The nine-tailed fox clan were born marauders; during mating season, their madness often made it impossible to maintain human form, so they could only spend the time in specially crafted caves, unable to do so in their living quarters, otherwise, the quarters would collapse.
Su Xuan had yearned for so many years; he had originally maintained gentleness, but as the kisses deepened, he could no longer hold back, until after a fierce suck, the sword cultivator let out a soft hum.
The cry shattered the fox’s rationality entirely, leaving only the most primal instincts.
Suddenly, he exerted force, pressing her head toward him and seizing her soft tongue into his territory. He bit and sucked with great strength, his hand clasped behind Sang Dai’s back seemingly intent on melding her into his very bones and blood.
Sang Dai trembled, unable to withstand his intensity, as though he was about to devour her whole. The corners of her beautiful eyes turned red, faintly glistening with watery tears.
Kissing the one he cherished, with that person nestled in his arms, allowing him to do as he pleased. She, too, was emotionally stirred by the kiss, engaging in intimate acts that belonged only to lovers.
The sword cultivator’s softness and muffled whimpers made Su Xuan feel a tingling ecstasy at the back of his scalp. All the words of restraint he had reminded himself of before kissing her were tossed aside. Supporting her as she rose, he hoisted her up to hang onto him and carried her toward the couch.
He leaned over and pinned her down. The sword cultivator lay on the soft brocade quilt, while Su Xuan knelt between her legs, one hand cushioning the back of her head as he kissed her with abandon.
From behind, the broad-shouldered young man pressed the blue-clad sword cultivator firmly beneath him. Her legs had nowhere to rest and could only drape over his bent knees, while he leaned down to kiss the slender woman with fervor.
His breathing was intoxicating—hurried yet low and deep.
Sang Dai’s lips tingled with numbness, and her breath quickened along with his, making her feel as though she was suffocating. At moments like these, he would slow down slightly to give her breath, only to attack again with renewed vigor.
As time passed, she couldn’t endure it any longer. She tried to push him away but couldn’t, instinctively begging for mercy. No longer caring about her embarrassment, her trembling lashes lifted as she opened her eyes, only to meet his unrelenting gaze.
He had been watching her the entire time, even while kissing, studying every expression she made. Because this was their first kiss, he wanted to etch her presence and emotions into his memory.
Su Xuan’s pupils had fully transformed into those of a beast, the glassy depths of his eyes unabashedly brimming with desire.
[“Mmm… so soft, it feels incredible.”]
[“You’re truly my dearest treasure, so fragrant, so perfect.”]
[“Look at me. Are you feeling good, my darling…?”]
His breathing was labored, his inner voice also panting. Even as their eyes met, there was no trace of shame in him. Instead, he seemed to taunt her, applying more force, not avoiding her gaze as he continued kissing her while staring into her eyes.
His pupils reflected the image of the sword cultivator pinned beneath him, receiving his fervent kiss.
Sang Dai had never been in such a disheveled state. Silver threads trailed down her chin. He didn’t mind at all, wiping them away, licking them up, and swallowing them. With the last bit of strength she had, Sang Dai raised her hand and covered his eyes.
His eyes could speak. They could utter sweet nothings.
They could say words that made her face flush red with embarrassment.
The light-colored lips had been kissed until they turned thoroughly red. The sword cultivator’s entire body seemed flushed, her tear-streaked eyes damp at the corners. She whimpered softly, unsure of how long he had kissed her. He didn’t just kiss her lips—her ears, her neck—all bore his lingering marks, leaving her drenched.
Outside the window, the sky had still held a setting sun when Su Xuan began. By the time he released her and kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes, Sang Dai caught sight of the outside world past his broad shoulders.
A crescent moon now hung in the sky.
She no longer had the strength to lift a hand.
Su Xuan sat up and pulled Sang Dai onto his lap, her chin resting against his shoulder.
He gently patted her slender back, softly coaxing her: “Can you still breathe? Does your mouth hurt?”
Sang Dai, lying on his shoulder, couldn’t even speak. It turned out that Su Xuan’s idea of a kiss was entirely different from hers.
Sitting on his lap, she could feel the surging desire radiating from him, making her too embarrassed to meet his gaze. She shut her eyes, trying to steady her erratic breathing, her forehead damp with sweat.
But the fox, receiving no response, thought he had hurt the sword cultivator.
He turned her head toward him, holding her chin to part her lips. Her slightly parted red lips revealed the soft tip of her tongue, completely red and faintly marked with bite marks.
Su Xuan’s heart ached at the sight, his voice hoarse as he coaxed her, “This is my fault. Let me heal you, okay?”
As he spoke, he reached out to touch her lips, but the moment he brushed against them, the sword cultivator bit down.
She didn’t have much strength left, so her bite didn’t hurt, but her fierce expression made his heart itch.
Sang Dai turned her head away, burying herself in his shoulder, her muffled voice coming through: “You… you’re so shameless…”
Even her scolding sounded sweet.
Her lips, no matter what they were doing, drove him wild.
T/N: He finally had his kiss after thinking about it so many times LMAO. This book has the best kisses btw 👀