The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Demon Realm, Palace of Decadence and Lust (Yuyin Palace).

“Be cautious and serene, generous and humble.”

This was the world’s appraisal of the Nine Immortal Sages.

As the Chief of the Nine Sages of the Xianning Sect, Tong Siqing naturally embodied this virtue well.

However…

Even the most courteous and humble gentleman would not agree to a beauty’s request to “retrieve clothes on the bed.”

That was clearly a trap; no smart person would jump into it, right?

But the naive Tong Siqing did not understand the meaning. She attributed her earlier abnormal behavior to “the villain not being fully dressed, and herself being overly righteous, thus unable to strike with her sword.” Therefore, she was quite happy to agree to the request. She placed her sword on the nanmu table, turned around, took off her shoes and socks, and got onto the bed.

This was truly laughable.

The villain, Shi Zhihua, propped her chin up, observing her with the elegant and noble air of a large cat, utterly intrigued.

So what if she was the Sage-Scribe’s daughter, the Chief of the Nine Sages? This girl had been too well-protected since childhood. She had never experienced anything vulgar or indecent, so even when Shi Zhihua asked her to retrieve clothes from the bed, she didn’t overthink it and bravely complied.

This kind of disgraceful request would have caused any of the other Nine Sages to angrily refuse and flick their sleeves, wouldn’t it?

Shi Zhihua sneered internally. The lesser people of the Immortal Realm indulged in wickedness; they preached benevolence and morality but practiced hypocrisy and deceit. Yet, in that environment, they managed to raise such an unconventional and pure disciple?

The Sage-Scribe’s daughter is actually this innocent and sincere. She didn’t know if this was a blessing or a curse for the Immortal Realm.

Tong Siqing had already retrieved the clothes. She looked curiously at the garment in her hand, sighing with emotion… Demon Race clothing was truly unique. If she had to wear this, she wouldn’t know where to put her arms or her head. It didn’t look like an inner garment or an outer one. It was slippery to the touch, with intricate and gorgeous dark patterns. The ultimate red mixed with the ultimate black, blending like splashed ink, full of powerful presence.

“Here you go.”

Now that she had the clothes, she should get off the bed and retrieve her sword.

Thinking this, Tong Siqing prepared to descend.

“Stop right there.”

A lazy, low voice sounded, followed by a slender, pale, beautiful leg blocking Tong Siqing’s forehead.

Tong Siqing’s neck instantly stiffened!

Like a frame-skipping puppet, she slowly followed the line of the leg up to the other person…

Aaaaaahhhhh!!!

Even the great villain shouldn’t do this! Didn’t she know she was completely unclothed right now?!

Why did she suddenly raise her leg?!

Tong Siqing mentally recited the purity mantra at her fastest speed, simultaneously praying that her nose wouldn’t bleed.

The corner of Shi Zhihua’s mouth held a lazy tease: “I have no strength; you have to put it on me.”

She lifted one leg to block Tong Siqing, seemingly effortlessly, but in reality, she was exhausting all her remaining strength.

Just as she was about to elaborate in case the girl questioned it, Tong Siqing shook her head: “I won’t.”

Only then did Shi Zhihua notice Tong Siqing’s flushed ear tips.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

The other person hadn’t even registered that there was a contradiction in the fact that a “person with no strength could lift her leg.”

Idiot.

Tong Siqing covered her eyes: “Such intimate and disrespectful behavior is against decorum. I am here to assassinate you; I cannot personally dress you.”

That makes so much sense.

Shi Zhihua immediately burst out laughing. It was at this moment she also realized that the aphrodisiac tormenting her had been significantly alleviated by this person’s proximity; at least her consciousness had returned.

This aphrodisiac was agonizing and incurable. She had originally planned to suppress it through sheer willpower, but then a prey delivered itself for her amusement. The girl looked foolish and ignorant, and she happened to be the Sage-Scribe’s proud daughter. If Shi Zhihua were to force her into pleasure, she wondered if that old man would be utterly infuriated to death.

It could detoxify her and anger the enemy. Why not?

Shi Zhihua narrowed her sharp, beautiful phoenix eyes like an arrogant predator, locking onto her prey. Her blood was boiling, and the impulse to hunt screamed along with her beating pulse.

The completely oblivious Tong Siqing still covered her eyes, quietly listening to the movement of the other person.

The red candle in the hall suddenly flickered. The tassels on her bun moved, and the white fluff in her hair danced lightly with the breeze.

This image, in Shi Zhihua’s eyes, was like a white rabbit with drooping ears waiting to be slaughtered.

The white rabbit’s ear twitched, sending an invitation to the predator in the shadows.

Shi Zhihua finally decided not to hold back. Just as Tong Siqing opened her eyes, Shi Zhihua lightly raised her leg and swept, hooking the back of her neck and pushing the person “plop” onto the silk quilt.

Tong Siqing: ???

What is happening?

Tong Siqing thought blankly. Before she could react, her mouth was covered by a hand. She stared wide-eyed, forced to look into the eyes of the beauty before her.

So beautiful…

As expected of the story’s most beautiful villain. Her face was alluring and exquisite, her eyes bright and hair black, enchanting and seductive. Up close, her beauty was impossible to resist.

Tong Siqing suddenly understood why so many people in the story willingly served her. Beautiful like this, even someone cultivating the Path of Heartlessness couldn’t endure it.

And Shi Zhihua is still staring at me.

Tong Siqing blinked, her gaze falling on the other person’s lips. She saw blood on her red lips… probably injured while enduring the pain earlier.

Next, she tasted the blood.

There was no hint of metallic taste; instead, it was like a fine wine. By the time her sense of taste reacted, she was almost drunk.

“Let’s be poisoned together.”

Shi Zhihua buried her face in Tong Siqing’s neck, laughing softly.

Tong Siqing still didn’t realize what the other person was doing and obediently listened to her speak.

In the next second, her pupils suddenly widened. An indescribable feeling instantly swept through her body. Her limbs went instantly limp. The fire trees and silver flowers in her Sea of Consciousness burst into brilliant bloom, exploding in one moment and flourishing in the next.

What kind of poison was this? She didn’t know.

She had never heard of it, never seen it.

She only knew that if she didn’t get closer to the other person, she would suffer and die.

Shi Zhihua leaned by the bed, looking at her with satisfaction.

“Amuse me.”

The beautiful villain watched mockingly as the daughter of the righteous path succumbed before her. For the first time in a hundred years, she laughed so heartily. Her favorite things to do were destroying beauty, humiliating the virtuous, and pleasing herself. Now, all three came together. It couldn’t be more gratifying.

“You don’t know how?”

Shi Zhihua stepped on her chest, suddenly feeling an odd sensation—those righteous people are ridiculous. Every woman had her chest bound. How pedantic.

Tong Siqing was still fighting her instincts. She hugged her knees in distress, unable to comprehend how she had become this way.

To avoid overstepping boundaries, she even frantically circulated her true qi throughout her body, attempting to wash away the world’s most heinous aphrodisiac.

Yes, how could a righteous person who had never encountered such absurdities possibly resist?

Shi Zhihua even felt a bit of pity for her.

However, Shi Zhihua was fundamentally cruel and malicious. Even with a tiny spark of sympathy, her interest always won out. She wanted to see how long this Daughter of the Heavenly Dao could last.

When that poison struck, even a demon like herself couldn’t handle it. Could a young girl…

“What are you doing!”

Shi Zhihua’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted because she saw Tong Siqing attempting to suppress the poison by self-harm!

One spell and she would lose half her life! This idiot!

Tong Siqing was already feverish to a certain extent, dizzy and confused, like a white rabbit dozing off, or soft white clouds drifting.

Shi Zhihua was so angry she wanted to laugh.

Helpless, she lifted a finger to undo the girl’s pale-moon clothing and gently pinched her slightly red cheek.

“Not smart.”

The “not smart” protagonist finally woke up when the sun was high in the sky.

Tong Siqing groggily opened her eyes and rubbed her slightly aching head.

“Hiss…”

Where was she, and what was she supposed to be doing?

Oh.

Right.

Assassinate the great villain!

The first thing Tong Siqing did upon regaining normalcy was summon her sword.

But what she didn’t know was that, within the canopy, the satiated villain had been watching her for a long time.

Shi Zhihua had deliberately dismissed the attendants who came to serve her, waiting by Tong Siqing’s side to observe the scene after she woke up.

The person in her fantasy would be remorseful, helpless, and weeping. Even a fit of anger would be entertaining to watch.

But… what Shi Zhihua saw was the girl summoning her sword without joy or sorrow.

As if nothing had happened.

As if they had just used each other detoxified, and upon waking, the other person would continue the unfinished assassination.

That’s all.

What did she take her for?

A common prostitute who could be summoned at will?

Shi Zhihua’s pupils turned scarlet with anger. Her chest heaved, and she was furious.

She asked, almost grinding her teeth: “What is the meaning of this?”

“Are you feeling better?” Although Tong Siqing herself wasn’t feeling great, and wasn’t even sure where exactly the pain was, she still politely asked about the other person’s condition first. Because if the other person was better, she could complete her mission and go back. She drew her sword from the scabbard and asked, “Can we fight now? My Father-Venerable is waiting for me to return.”

Shi Zhihua ground her molars: “To leave immediately after sleeping with me—truly heartless and unrighteous. You are no different from those hypocrites in the Immortal Realm.”

Tong Siqing: ???

It was then that she realized what was wrong with her!

Ah, they actually…

Tong Siqing immediately apologized sincerely: “I’m so sorry!”

Shi Zhihua did not reply.

Tong Siqing looked at her flustered, quickly reviewing the proper way to handle this she should take responsibility for the other person. She had heard that after spending the night together, one must propose marriage to the other party.

So, Tong Siqing sheathed her sword, speaking with as much affection as possible: “Zhihua, I will take responsibility for you. I will go back and discuss it with my Father-Venerable immediately, and I will come to marry you tomorrow.”

These words sounded more like an insult to Shi Zhihua.

She sneered. She had intended to humiliate the other party, but she never expected to be insulted in return.

As the powerful Demon Lord, countless people wanted to sleep with her. She had never exposed her vulnerability to anyone. This was the first time, and she only indulged because the other party looked pure and easy to deceive. She never thought this was merely a hypocrite deliberately feigning innocence.

This hatred and humiliation, she must repay it!

No matter where Tong Siqing hid, she would find her, skin her, tear out her tendons, and humiliate her daily.

Demonic energy flowed in her palm, gradually condensing into a knife.

Tong Siqing was still apologizing: “I, I didn’t mean to sleep with you, but I definitely will…”

She looked down blankly. A knife was already sticking into her chest.

The tip of the knife slowly broke through the skin and deepened.

Shi Zhihua seemed to be deliberately venting her anger, looking at her with those beautiful phoenix eyes, a smile on her face, slowly pushing the knife deeper inch by inch.

A femme fatale should be like this. After all, the other person was the biggest villain in the entire story. Tong Siqing understood the sudden change in demeanor.

And she didn’t seem to feel much pain, so she figured she would just let the other person stab her to vent her anger.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Her fingers were overexerted, turning a sickly white. Her entire gaze was murderous, but eventually, the knife dropped to the ground, and she found it meaningless.

“Get out.”

Tong Siqing: “Zhihua, wait for me…”

“GET OUT!!!”

Tong Siqing replied plaintively: “Oh.”

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