The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Tong Siqing couldn’t just walk closer.

She lost her composure after taking only a few steps.

Normally in the Xianning Sect, she was calm and reserved, but who knew that as soon as she arrived in the Demon Realm, she would feel like her soul had left her body? Just one look at Shi Zhihua, and her heart would erupt with a shower of tiny fireworks.

Tong Siqing was flushed from head to toe, like a low-boiling-point spring, bubbling with shy little bubbles.

Although this was only her second time seeing her, Tong Siqing couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.

She is so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful!

How could there be such a beautiful person in the world?

Tong Siqing wanted to lower her head and avoid the other person’s gaze, but her eyes were disobedient. Not only did they stare straight at the Demon Lord, but her eyeballs seemed incapable of moving away.

Save me, Tong Siqing screamed internally. She desperately wanted to cling to the other person.

Tong Siqing gripped her skirt, her knuckles white with effort, as if trying to crush her own false desires.

Unbeknownst to her, this demeanor was extremely amusing to Shi Zhihua.

From Shi Zhihua’s perspective, this girl, who had been protected her entire life, was like an unweaned kitten, stumbling, batting its paws forward, completely unaware that its tail was twitching upwards. Her attempt to look composed only made one want to deliberately stick out a foot and trip her.

When the girl finally managed to walk closer, Shi Zhihua couldn’t resist reaching out a finger to pinch her chin: “You don’t know your own name… or, you haven’t thought of one and are trying to invent it now.”

Tong Siqing was clever for once. Keeping the same posture, she replied: “I am waiting for you to bestow a name upon me.”

Shi Zhihua released her fingers and leaned back, both lazy and graceful: “You are indeed obedient.”

Tong Siqing struggled for a long time before managing a difficult “Mhm” towards that excessively stunning face.

She still couldn’t control herself from looking at her—as the villain in the story, Shi Zhihua’s beauty reached the ceiling of human imagination. No shallow words could describe it. That kind of beauty existed not just in her bone structure and skin, but in her entire aura and atmosphere.

It was as if a supreme talisman, capable of captivating all things, had been boldly cast upon her. Small flowers, floating clouds, and faint dust, upon approaching her, would naturally and logically enhance her beauty, like an exclusive filter existing only for her.

Tong Siqing felt that if she looked any longer, she would perish.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her, the protagonist, but she was shamefully unable to move upon seeing the villain beauty.

The next second, she found herself staring at Shi Zhihua again.

Shi Zhihua, what a beautiful name. The creator must have been full of emotion when the story was first written. So much ink was dedicated to her, like a meticulously detailed painting of a beautiful woman drawn with a fine brush detailed to the extreme, with no fear of redundancy—a result achieved through the accumulation of time and effort.

Her eyes were gorgeous and absolute, the corners sharp and reserved but not drawn inward. The curve of her eyes was subtle but beautiful. Her tails slightly upturned, suggesting a reckless boldness mixed with an extremely subtle tenderness. Her slender, long eyebrows were relatively flat, drooping like water sleeves when relaxed, utterly captivating.

Tong Siqing dared not look at the lower half of her face any further.

She decided to endure it for now and look closely again next time.

“You, you…” Shi Zhihua didn’t know what to say about her. She could only reach out and gently poke her nose from afar. “Are you not afraid of me?”

Tong Siqing was more afraid of her Father-Venerable than Shi Zhihua.

Although both were lofty figures, her Father-Venerable made her communicate cautiously, avoiding him whenever possible—polite, distant, fearful.

But Shi Zhihua was different.

Tong Siqing, who believed herself to be indifferent to sensual pleasure, had still broken her precepts before absolute beauty. Although she didn’t understand anything else, simply being able to look at the other person was a deeply gratifying thing.

She couldn’t say exactly what it was, but she felt an involuntary desire for closeness.

Shi Zhihua said to her: “Say ‘Master’ one more time, let me hear it.”

Tong Siqing noticed the difference in her tone. When Su Rong and the others were present, Shi Zhihua’s tone was low and lazy, but now that they were gone, there was a hint of seductiveness in her voice.

It wasn’t a deliberate seduction. As the Demon Lord, she didn’t need to fawn over anyone. If a hint of charm could be heard, it only meant she was in a very good mood and could fully relax when speaking, revealing her unique natural voice.

Just like her beautiful eyes, which, when lifted, were utterly charming and captivating. Without conscious effort, the naturally flowing gaze gave the effect of eyes that sparkled with life.

Tong Siqing also noticed that the other person’s eyes contained not only the unique tenderness of a great beauty but also a hint of ruthless decisiveness and contempt.

It was as if she could smile warmly one second and stab a knife the next.

In fact, the other person had indeed done that.

Thinking of this, Tong Siqing’s mood unconsciously sank. She was listless, like an abandoned spirit animal, and whispered: “Master.”

“Louder,” Shi Zhihua looked down at her, still feeling dissatisfied. “Say it again.”

“Master.”

“Say it again.”

“—Master.”

After repeating this several times, Shi Zhihua finally understood where the incongruity came from.

The trade of spirit animals and cauldrons in the Demon Realm was never prohibited, so many great demons liked to collect delicate young spirits for their beds. In the huaben stories circulated in the markets, the word “Master” (Zhu Ren) was often accompanied by intimacy and innuendo, mostly used in the context of the bedroom.

But Tong Siqing, when uttering those two words, was as devout as could be.

Shi Zhihua had a reasonable suspicion that Tong Siqing used the exact same tone when calling her father.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

The intended teasing and humiliation suddenly became utterly flavorless.

Shi Zhihua even tried asking her: “Do you know what ‘Master’ means?”

“I don’t know,” Tong Siqing answered truthfully. “The Xianning Sect has never had such a title.”

You don’t know, yet you use it indiscriminately!

This time it’s directed at me, but what if some other person tricks you next time? Will you innocently call them ‘Master’ too?

Shi Zhihua was highly possessive. Anyone she wished to bully had to be exclusively hers.

She looked at the obedient and innocent girl before her, thinking that the Sage-Scribe was truly bold to let his daughter wander out like this. He wasn’t afraid of her being taken advantage of.

“It’s lucky you met me. If you were unlucky enough to be taken by some libidinous scoundrel, you’d have nowhere to seek justice if you were bullied.” Shi Zhihua propped up her chin and commanded her: “You are not allowed to say those two words to anyone but me, understood?”

Tong Siqing nodded: “Mhm, mhm.”

No one in this world could bully her, but the matter the other person mentioned was not difficult to understand. Tong Siqing had heard some rumors in the Xianning Sect. Almost every small child was frightened in this way. Cry again and the demon leader will capture you! Demon leaders love to eat children, and they wouldn’t have enough of a child like you.

This widely spread rumor had led Tong Siqing to believe that the Demon Realm was chaotic and terrifying, until her last attempt to assassinate the Demon Lord, when she realized the rumors were false.

The Demon Realm was populous and prosperous, and the Demon Lord did not eat children indiscriminately.

Since the word “Master” also originated from the Demon Realm, Tong Siqing assumed that Shi Zhihua was deliberately trying to scare her.

Tong Siqing couldn’t hide her emotions; any feeling easily showed on her face. This slight lack of importance she felt in her heart was immediately reflected on her face.

Even though her face was disguised, it did not affect the display of her emotions in the slightest.

The perceptive Shi Zhihua immediately caught the girl’s shift in mood.

“Ignoring me?” Shi Zhihua’s clear red lips parted and closed, letting out harsh words: “The Palace of Decadence and Lust does not need disobedient servants. If you cannot learn to obey, you will be thrown out and devoured.”

Tong Siqing was startled—their customs really did include cannibalism!

She instantly felt wronged. What should she do? Before they could even establish a relationship, she was going to be thrown out and eaten.

Shi Zhihua was just trying to scare her. Seeing that it had an effect, she felt satisfied: “Get up. You will serve me closely from now on. You may not leave my line of sight.”

Only then did Tong Siqing quietly stand up.

Having teased the person a little, Shi Zhihua was satisfied. So what if she was the Sage-Scribe’s daughter? Wasn’t she following her around like a servant?

She hadn’t deliberately stolen the person; the Sage-Scribe himself had sent his daughter over.

This was as it should be.

But Shi Zhihua was only focused on her amusement and did not realize what effect the phrase “serve me closely” had on Tong Siqing’s ears.

Tong Siqing was able to thoroughly comprehend the Dao because of her singular focus. She studied every single article of the Dao laws word for word, and her habits gradually formed from this.

—Serve closely, do not leave the line of sight.

In her understanding, this meant being inseparable, no matter what Shi Zhihua did.

When Shi Zhihua left, even though Su Rong was desperately blinking at her from the corner, she shook her head and continued to follow the Demon Lord.

Su Rong: “…”

Why is she so bold? This isn’t the way to cultivate a relationship!

She suddenly felt very tired mentally.

Tong Siqing followed Shi Zhihua every step of the way, being very clingy, like a spirit animal that loved to walk right against its master’s leg, even somewhat crowding the path. Shi Zhihua suspected that if she walked any slower, the girl might even step on her hem.

Shi Zhihua frowned: “Why are you following so closely?”

The sleeves of her robe were quite wide. When Tong Siqing put her hands together to reply, it looked like she was tucking her hands into her sleeves: “But Master, you said it yourself, to serve you closely.”

It was fortunate that the sleeves were large, otherwise, the unique salutation style of a Xianning Sect disciple would have been completely visible to the other person.

As a villain, a volatile temper was essential. When Shi Zhihua’s temper flared, she glanced at Tong Siqing and suddenly had the impulse to test the Sage-Scribe’s illusion spell.

So, without warning, she moved close to Tong Siqing and raised her hand to stroke the girl’s cheek.

Indeed.

When she personally touched her, the fine flesh and bone structure gradually revealed the girl’s original contours through the touch of her palm.

The Sage-Scribe was insidious, deliberately placing an illusion on his daughter. But the Sage-Scribe was also a father, and his thoughts weren’t entirely meticulous. He never imagined that Tong Siqing’s disguise would be stripped the moment she met the Demon Lord, and not only that, but the Demon Lord would immediately touch her.

One touch, and the true appearance couldn’t be hidden.

It was the familiar person.

Bony, delicate, and exquisite, with smooth skin, exactly the same as the night they first met.

Shi Zhihua withdrew her hand with satisfaction, observing the obedient demeanor of the person before her.

She didn’t know how this illusion spell was cast. Her touch didn’t break it. That old man, the Sage-Scribe, still had some skill.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t break it for now, but she really wanted to try.

Her bedchamber had a Demonic Spring, usually used for healing or bathing. She wondered if it could break the Xianning Sect’s spell.

“Didn’t you want to serve me closely?” Upon returning to the bedchamber, Shi Zhihua slowly undressed, her clothes falling one by one. She stepped across the floor barefoot, not looking back. “Follow me.”

Tong Siqing finally recovered from the shock of having her face touched. Based on her unconditional trust in her Father-Venerable, she wasn’t worried about the disguise being exposed at all.

“Okay.”

Tong Siqing bent down with every step, picking up the other person’s clothes piece by piece. Her arms were full, and she struggled to follow the other person with her vision obstructed.

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