I Want to Be Beautiful Alone [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Consummating Our Marriage (4)

The red silk fabric draped over the jade stone bed was stained with patches of deep and light color, clearly soaked by some liquid. The brilliance of the red candles flickered, making a “crackle” sound as the candle flame blossomed and the wax slowly dripped down the candle body, like falling tears.

On the silk fabric lay a girl with pointed, pink-furred ears. Several long, similarly furry tails draped over the edge of the silk. But those long tails, which should have been fluffy and soft, were wet and hung limply, their downy fur matted into tangled strands.

“Drip…”

A translucent droplet of water fell from the end of the long tail, splashing into a tiny flower on the floor.

The person on the bed seemed to be affected by this sound. Her pale wrists, already marked by the restraints, moved slightly, and the sound of the chains being pulled was not as crisp as before.

Her eyes, which were originally emotionless and desireless, were now shrouded in a layer of physiological moisture. The hazy mist easily gave one the illusion that she was deeply engrossed in the seven passions.

After all, her original form was a Nine-Tailed Fox.

It is said that the Fox clan excels at seduction, and their cultivated magic revolves around Qing (emotion/love). There is even a folk legend that for a fox to cultivate a human form, it must go into the mortal world, bewitch someone into loving it, and ask:

“Do I look like a human to you?”

If the person says yes, the fox immediately cultivates a human form and enters the path of cultivation; if the person says no—

The fox’s previous cultivation instantly turns to dust, and everything must start from the beginning.

It can be said that since ancient times, all records concerning the Fox clan have been inseparable from the words Qing (emotion) and Yu (desire). The Fox clan is inherently skilled at manipulating emotions, a natural racial advantage.

However, the Xu Jiao before her was an anomaly.

She cultivated the Dao of Emotionlessness.

But looking at her usual cold and ascetic demeanor, who could associate her with such a seductive fox?

Her eyes and brows were like the perennial snow on the Kunlun peak, high and distant, commanding reverence regardless of sunrise or moonset, the passage of time. It was impossible to imagine what she would look like if she melted.

Thinking of this, a trace of peculiarity flashed in Xia Jingzhe’s eyes. She raised her hand and gently wiped the sweat from Xu Jiao’s forehead with her sleeve. Then, she pinched Xu Jiao’s two newly revealed fox ears. The ears were soft and adorable. Perhaps because they were too sensitive, she could faintly feel the temperature beneath the fur rising with her actions.

Hearing the fragmented, slightly hoarse sounds escaping Xu Jiao’s lips, Xia Jingzhe smiled, leaned down, and kissed Xu Jiao’s lips, which were now crimson like ripe cherries on a branch. She sighed with satisfaction:

“Senior Sister really should see what you look like now. So obedient…”

Xu Jiao’s eyelashes fluttered like fireflies flickering in a reed marsh, causing the candlelight reflected in her eyes to shake into fragments, flashing on and off. Reason gradually returned from the previous frenzy. The residual tears in her eyes slipped down, clarifying her gaze considerably.

Her voice was somewhat strained from overuse, still carrying an unshakable hoarseness, but she didn’t seem to care, only speaking with a low, knowing tone:

“This isn’t a Shapeshifting Pill…”

It had only brought out her ears and tail. She truly couldn’t figure out what kind of terrible things Xia Jingzhe usually pondered when refining pills.

Xu Jiao felt inexplicably irritated in her heart. She even slightly furrowed her brow, looking at Xia Jingzhe with a probing gaze, as if she couldn’t understand how this protagonist, whom she had never endowed with any talent for such things, could become self-taught…

And even escalate to such a perverse extent?

Upon hearing this, Xia Jingzhe smiled even brighter. She embraced Xu Jiao’s slender waist, kneading and pinching her ears. Sensing the growing tremor that ran through Xu Jiao’s entire body, she went excessively further and blew a breath into her ear!

Seeing the pink-tinged pointed ear fold down and even instinctively twitch, Xia Jingzhe laughed and leaned in to lightly bite it. She asked Xu Jiao: “Does Senior Sister like this pill?”

After the earlier bout of teasing, although Xu Jiao felt no emotional turmoil in her heart, her body seemed to have developed a fear of the other person. As soon as Xia Jingzhe approached, she involuntarily trembled, instinctively recalling the terror of having all her emotions dominated by the other party.

Lowering her eyes, Xu Jiao declined to answer her question, only asking with a sigh: “What exactly do you want?”

“Didn’t I just say? I want to marry Senior Sister and consummate our marriage.” Xia Jingzhe seemed to enjoy playing with her ears. While letting her recover, she wouldn’t let go of her ears, causing Xu Jiao’s neck and head to heat up with the warmth of embarrassment.

Xu Jiao only took her words as nonsense. Remaining silent, she changed the subject: “You carry Demonic Qi. What is your relationship with the Demon Realm now?”

Xia Jingzhe’s actions paused upon hearing her question, and the syrupy sweetness in her voice faded slightly. She met Xu Jiao’s eyes:

“Does Senior Sister have to ask such dreary questions at a time like this?”

However, Xu Jiao, who had been unmoved by her previous words, seemed exceptionally insistent on this matter, looking directly into her eyes and pressing: “Have you fallen into the Demon Realm, yes or no?”

“So what if I have? What if I haven’t?” Xia Jingzhe asked her back coolly.

Xu Jiao was speechless for a moment, as if she had been stumped by the question.

In reality, she was thinking in her mind, This isn’t working.

Xu Jiao was caught in a dilemma—on the one hand, she wanted to go back soon and stop being trapped in this endless novel world. On the other hand, Xia Jingzhe was the female protagonist created by her own painstaking effort, and she couldn’t bear to see the plot break down like this.

Although she had followed the System’s instructions and modified several tragic points in the original work to make Xia Jingzhe’s life less miserable than before, neither she nor the System could figure out why Xia Jingzhe had instead developed in an even worse direction.

She was clearly a body of celestial energy, yet she willingly fell into the Demon Realm.

Xia Jingzhe shouldn’t be this kind of person.

The room was silent for a long time before Xu Jiao’s answer came: “This is wrong, Junior Sister Xia.”

Xia Jingzhe suddenly burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking, as if she had heard a tremendous joke. Yet, a flash of repulsion and disgust crossed her eyes. Her fingernails seemed to dig into Xu Jiao’s ear, causing a sharp pain.

“Senior Sister is starting again.”

“This tone of commanding the world, as if everything under heaven should follow your wishes. You have truly cultivated the Dao of Emotionlessness to its highest state, acting as if you are the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao itself, order personified.”

“No more talking. Senior Sister seems to have recovered her spirit, and that’s good—”

“Then let us continue.”

With that, Xia Jingzhe gestured, and a branch of boldly blooming, vibrant spider lilies from outside the courtyard was summoned, flying through the window and landing in her hand.

Xia Jingzhe held the flower branch, placing it beside Xu Jiao’s face. The enchanting flower contrasted sharply with her cold face. Miraculously, despite her heartless and cold demeanor, her current appearance—with the cute ears and nine tails hanging beside her—made her look even more delicate than the flower.

Worthy of being a Fox clan member.

“This flower really suits Senior Sister.” Xia Jingzhe seemed intent on tucking the flower into Xu Jiao’s hair, but Xu Jiao, seeing her willful persistence, seemed somewhat angry and slightly turned her head, avoiding the action.

Xia Jingzhe paused her movement, and the smile on her lips gradually reappeared.

“Senior Sister, have I told you?”

“I truly enjoy this look of defiance on you. The colder you are to me now, the sweeter you will look when you cry and beg me later.”

She smiled gently, but her actions seemed inexplicably brutal, as Xu Jiao watched her tear off the long petals of the red flower one by one. In a moment, only a bare green flower stem remained.

A chill ran down Xu Jiao’s spine.

Clutching the handful of petals, Xia Jingzhe held the vivid red pieces up for her to see. Xu Jiao turned her gaze away, refusing to look at her.

She heard Xia Jingzhe ask: “Is Senior Sister pitying the flower?”

“It doesn’t matter. None of them will be wasted,” Xia Jingzhe answered her own question, murmuring.

As expected, Xu Jiao’s cold exterior could not last long.

Soon, a gasp of surprise echoed on the jade bed: “No, no, no… Xia Jingzhe! You are presumptuous…”

“How am I presumptuous? If so many flowers aren’t allowed to bloom in the most beautiful place, wouldn’t Senior Sister find that a pity?”

Xu Jiao tried to curl up completely, but the person in front of her forcefully held her down. The voice escaping her lips was filled with extreme forbearance: “Don’t put [muffled word]… Stop it… Lunatic, pervert…”

Xia Jingzhe kissed the tears at her eye corner, asking tenderly: “If I stop, will Senior Sister agree to marry me?”

Xu Jiao could no longer clearly hear her words. She nodded vaguely, but after a moment, she seemed to recall something and shook her head wildly.

She was like someone driven mad by Xia Jingzhe’s torment.

Xia Jingzhe’s smile was more brilliant than a flower: “Senior Sister looks truly pitiful, but I don’t know if you are willing to marry me? I’ll warn you first, if you don’t speak now, you might not get another chance.”

“Xia Jingzhe…”

“I’m here, Senior Sister, I’m here.”

“Spare me…”

“No.”

Tears seeped from Xu Jiao’s eyes. Hearing the cruel yet gentle “No” from the other party, she held on for a long time, yet she was clearly in boundless darkness, unable to wait for the light.

She finally couldn’t hold on any longer. Her consciousness slowly fragmented. Hazily, she looked at Xia Jingzhe’s smile and spoke distractedly: “Marry…”

She whispered: “I marry you.”

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