The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 24.1

“It hurts…”

One step inside the barrier, the fragrant scent emanating from the young girl surged toward Wen Yu like an overwhelming tide. That sweetness, if merely inhaled, would easily draw one into a sea of desire, stirring the deepest, most primitive urges in one’s heart.

The barrier isolated the sound and the scent, leaving that bone-melting moan and the sickly-sweet aroma that makes one sink into desire to be perceived only by Wen Yu.

Wen Yu walked to a spot two steps away from Xiaoyu—neither too far nor too close.

He only needed to raise his hand to touch her.

It was clearly this close, yet Xiaoyu could not reach the one person who could suppress this accursed, ill-timed reproductive urge.

“Daoist Priest,” Xiaoyu suppressed her voice, trying to keep it from sounding too strange: “Please help me again.”

The Demon Clan’s reproductive urge was like a raging torrent, crushing her will bit by bit. Her body’s instinct drove her to seek the only person she could rely on in this space.

But why was he standing so far away?

So hot…

That heat, emanating from the most hidden parts of her body, was consuming Xiaoyu’s sanity. All her resistance seemed extremely fragile.

I want it so badly…

I want to be cooler.

Xiaoyu vaguely remembered that her outer coat was cool and wanted to use its coolness to suppress this heat.

But she reached out and groped for a long time, yet failed to find the coat she had obtained from Wen Yu.

Where was the coat? Why was it gone?

Perhaps in the pursuit of something cool, Xiaoyu’s mind cleared for a moment. Her gaze searched around, and finally, two steps away—on Wen Yu’s person—she spotted the familiar garment.

“Daoist Priest, lend me your coat.”

Xiaoyu wanted to prop herself up and sit, but having released almost all her demonic power last night and then being oppressed by the Demon Domain Lord’s power, her body was a chaotic mess, completely weak, unable to even concentrate.

Only the instinct to seek solace remained.

But even this restraint was gradually being overcome by the escalating desire.

“You want my coat,” Wen Yu’s eyes flickered, “what for?”

His tone was low and slow. Though he was asking a question, he showed no intention of waiting for an answer.

His indifferent, unmoved manner made Xiaoyu anxious.

She couldn’t help but try to lean over and tear off the coat herself.

“I’m hot.”

Xiaoyu urgently needed something cool to drive away and suppress the heat in her body. She demanded again: “I want… ugh!”

The word that came out suddenly changed tune. Xiaoyu quickly clamped her lips shut, but scattered, sweet moans still spilled from her mouth, instantly flushing her face even deeper red.

A powerful, urgent desire to be touched swept over her entirely—a need to be embraced, a need for something to fill the emptiness welling up inside her.

She could no longer suppress her body’s instinct, rubbing herself against the coarse bedding. Her smooth skin scraped against the rough particles, which actually provided some satisfaction for the emptiness.

But it wasn’t enough, not enough…

She wanted a cool object to adhere to her, wanted an even colder temperature to reduce the heat surge in her body.

“Help me…”

The young girl, tormented by the reproductive urge, had a face covered in redness, and fine beads of sweat formed on her forehead, dampening her hair.

She was now completely overwhelmed by desire, her sanity consumed.

The fox ears on her head sometimes stood erect and sometimes drooped. The usually fluffy fur was now matted in places, no longer dry as before.

The sweet smell grew even richer, carrying the unique pure sweetness of a young girl, enticing one to succumb.

The man before her seemed oblivious to the scent, simply standing there.

No, before Wen Yu even entered, the scent had filled every corner of the barrier, every gap in the air.

He was already enveloped by the fragrance.

When the reproductive urge of a Pure Fox demon beast arrived, the emitted fragrance was not only a catalyst for pleasure but also drew out deeper desires from the heart, magnifying them infinitely. Even the most subtle, deeply hidden urges would surge forth uncontrollably, overwhelming reason.

Wen Yu’s dark eyes locked onto the girl, intensely aggressive, like a hawk hunting from high altitude, fixing its prey.

A single strike would suffice.

“You want my coat?”

He asked.

Xiaoyu could no longer distinguish what the person was saying; she only knew to nod.

Whatever it was, as long as it could relieve her, anything was fine.

“Then come and take it yourself.”

Wen Yu still stood two steps away from Xiaoyu. That short distance, however, had become an impassable chasm for Xiaoyu.

“I can’t reach…”

The girl, who had just been told she could touch him, was powerless to raise her arms.

Her hand barely lifted before instantly falling.

She wanted Wen Yu to come over, but the person just stood there, unmoving.

Why wouldn’t he come over?

She was the one in agony.

Couldn’t he tell she had no strength?

Why did he insist that she take it herself?

So wicked.

Such a wicked person.

Last night he froze her with cold water, teased her into throwing her coat away, although he gave her a new one.

He kept making her do the grunt work, and she was bullied by his disciple, yet he never even reprimanded Duanmu Ying for her.

He fundamentally didn’t believe what she said, thinking that everything a demon said was a lie.

He was supposed to be a good man, a gentleman who punished evil and promoted good, yet he wouldn’t even agree to help her suppress her reproductive urge.

Bad guy!

But it hurts so much, it really hurts so much.

The double emptiness in her body made Xiaoyu want to cry in distress.

She was like this, and Wen Yu remained indifferent.

Why did he make her come and get it?

Couldn’t he just come a little closer himself?

Beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks, mixing with salty, sweet tears.

The young girl’s eyelashes became wet, and her eyes, steeped in tears, were misty. Tears spilled out with every rapid blink.

Anyone who saw her in this state would feel heartache, wanting to tear out their heart to offer it to her, to fulfill her every need.

But Wen Yu would not.

“How could you be like this…” Xiaoyu controlled her hands, struggling to move to the edge of the bed.

She couldn’t help it; this body desperately yearned to touch that person, desperately craved that core-penetrating cool body temperature.

Since touching him once last night, she had deeply memorized that coolness.

The coolness only Wen Yu possessed.

She could only go herself, struggling, dragging her body, which was almost entirely controlled by lust and desire, toward the only person she could rely on.

Wen Yu looked down at the struggling girl. The eyes that were usually calm as an ancient well were now surging with huge waves.

His deep gaze grew darker and darker. Something seemed to be tearing through a cage inside him, roaring out. All the things that couldn’t see the light of day—taking advantage of his master’s license and the scent that aroused desire—were fully revealed.

Xiaoyu’s uncontrollable plea for intimacy, driven by the reproductive urge, gave Wen Yu the perfect reason to indulge himself.

She asked him.

She was the one who wanted to touch him.

In his eyes, where desires different from love were deeply hidden, the girl’s distressed figure was reflected.

Sweat soaked her clothes, her breathing was heavy, and her moans were uncontrollable—all acted as catalysts, gradually unlocking the chains on the dark side that Wen Yu kept confined within his body.

The girl lay sprawled on the edge of the bed, reaching out to the white figure.

Her pale, pink-tinged fingertips trembled ceaselessly.

Just a little more, just a little more and she could touch him.

But her exhausted body wouldn’t allow her to move any further.

Her arm suddenly dropped.

At that very instant, the invisible chains that seemed to restrain Wen Yu broke. A terrifying aura, enough to make one tremble, poured forth, an intensely impactful and aggressive energy breaking through the restriction.

He reached out and caught Xiaoyu’s weakly drooping arm.

The moment their skin touched, both trembled all over.

Xiaoyu shivered. The icy cold touch instantly reduced the heat in her body; it was simply a panacea, an existence that could fill the emptiness in her body.

Meanwhile, the scorching heat from her body made Wen Yu keenly feel that he was still alive. That near-burning temperature spread from the point of contact, gradually igniting every part of him.

She wanted more.

She wanted to touch more; she wanted a colder temperature to reduce the heat surge.

Wen Yu was like an iceberg that never melted, emitting coolness that drew Xiaoyu to rub against it.

She instinctively did so.

She pulled Wen Yu’s hand that held hers. Wen Yu followed the force and moved closer to her, standing right by the edge of the bed.

In the next second, her hot body, mixed with sweat, was about to rub against Wen Yu.

But it was mercilessly blocked by a hand.

Unable to touch the longed-for iceberg, Xiaoyu looked up in confusion.

Her misty, water-bead-like eyes contained desire, but it wasn’t a genuine, heartfelt desire to touch Wen Yu.

It was the mere instinct of a demon beast driven by lust.

Wen Yu saw all of this, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

All those desires and shadows were locked away in a cage, buried underground, never to see the light of day.

And so, he reverted to being the indifferent, desireless Sword Venerable Wen Yu.

On the palm used to fend off the girl’s further contact, there was a hot, sticky sensation.

It was still moving up and down, making her fingertips insert into the dense hair, adhering closer.

Wen Yu was momentarily stunned. He looked down and saw that the girl he had refused had found a shortcut, pressing her flushed cheek against his palm and rubbing it back and forth.

But she still felt awful, still felt it wasn’t enough.

“Daoist Priest, help me…”

She pleaded, already dominated by the demon beast’s instinct to seek pleasure, devoid of sanity.

She tilted her head back, her hair messed up from rubbing, and the moist fog on her eyelashes hadn’t yet dispersed before new tears welled up.

“Help me…”

The tone of entreaty turned into longing.

She instinctively wanted to lean toward the place that brought coolness, but was refused once again.

“How could you be like this…” The tearful words were uttered from her dry lips, the plaintive tone causing Wen Yu to raise an eyebrow.

“What have I done?”

He watched the girl’s appearance, calm and composed, having already broken free from the lustful thoughts.

“Help me…” Xiaoyu bit her lip, struggling to speak: “Like last night…”

These words were like a switch, immediately flipping open Wen Yu’s hidden other side.

He leaned in, pressing Xiaoyu back onto the bed.

He released the hand holding hers, his gaze slowly moving up from her lips, landing on her trembling fox ears.

The fox ears’ slight twitching caught Wen Yu’s attention.

“What did I do last night?”

What exactly did I do to you when I was ill last night?

The incoming chill relieved the heat wave, and Xiaoyu seemed to recover a little sanity.

She spoke, her warm breath puffing onto Wen Yu’s neck like willow catkins, landing lightly yet with a strong presence.

“You splashed me with cold water.” Her tone contained an accusation, but more of a grievance.

At these words, Wen Yu was shocked.

He then understood, letting out a self-deprecating laugh.

He suddenly felt at ease. Seeing the pair of fox ears, his mood improved significantly.

Slowly propping himself up, Wen Yu spoke before Xiaoyu could complain about her experience last night: “I will help you.”

In the next second, a cold palm covered the pair of wildly twitching fox ears.

The fox ears also became hot, matching the owner’s rising body temperature.

The long-desired iceberg finally drifted into her high-temperature sea, and the penetrating coolness instantly balanced the temperature, suppressing the heat bit by bit.

“Hmm…” Xiaoyu, not yet fully sober, groaned in comfort due to the pleasant temperature, which only made the hand suddenly increase its pressure.

Wen Yu’s large hand kneaded the furry fox ears, slowly tightening his grip.

This pair of fox ears, which once darted about before his eyes, now lay obediently in his hand, occupying the entire space of his enclosed palm.

His fingertips moved lower, touching a more sensitive area.

The moment he touched the base of the ear, Xiaoyu instantly shuddered. Both her fox ears and human ears flushed instantly scarlet. The sensitive base of the ear revealed blood vessels, making it difficult for Wen Yu to look away.

The pressure in his hand gradually increased.

Wen Yu gripped her fox ear with one hand, condensing spiritual energy at his fingertips.

It hurt a little.

Xiaoyu couldn’t stand it; she wanted to struggle out of his restraint, but he trapped her with his other hand.

“Be good, just endure it.”

Wen Yu parted his lips, not loosening his grip at all, and condensed a Dharma Seal with his fingertip spiritual energy.

“Don’t move.”

In the confined space, only the increasingly rich fragrance and the girl’s fractured, suppressed, hoarse voice remained.

“You, please be gentle…”

The fox ears were closest to the brain and the direct medium for a demon beast to interact with the outside world.

Even the slightest touch could cause a shiver.

The coolness brought by Wen Yu’s hand momentarily suppressed the heat, but only the fox ears could feel this coldness.

This temporary coolness was like scratching an itch through a boot for Xiaoyu—it never landed on the spot that craved the hand the most.

No, this wasn’t right.

Rubbing her ears was useless.

The girl struggled, wanting to tell the person helping her that this wasn’t how to do it.

She couldn’t be helped this way.

But this only provoked a more aggressive action from his hand.

The fur on the fox ears was roughly handled by his hand.

His fingertips stroked from top to bottom, the fur obediently following the direction of his hand.

His well-defined fingers, like a masterpiece sculpted by the heavens, left his unique mark on the fox ears.

A mark that could never be erased.

The thumb of the hand that was supposed to relieve her desires separated and kept pressing on the base of the fox ear, meticulously kneading it.

Xiaoyu initially felt relief; her lips parted, unable to stop groaning.

The cold touch provided Xiaoyu with a brief moment of clarity.

“Daoist Priest,” Xiaoyu began to struggle, “you can’t do this…”

Wen Yu followed the implication in Xiaoyu’s words, stopping the movement in his hand, but did not remove it.

“Then what should I do?”

He gently inhaled; the sweet scent seemed to be gone from the air.

Or perhaps, the scent had already permeated and occupied him, and he could no longer detect it.

Xiaoyu answered instinctively: “Like last night, with cold water—”

The hand gripping the fox ear instantly tightened.

“Ouch!” Xiaoyu cried out, the accusation toward Wen Yu’s sudden increase in force trembling at the end.

She was like a kitten affectionately complaining, all sharp edges gone by the end, revealing only a soft belly.

Wen Yu looked at the girl whose eyes could barely stay open. A flicker of possessiveness crossed his eyes, so fast that he didn’t even notice it himself.

He did not adopt the method of forcefully suppressing her with cold water, as he had last night. Instead, he continued to condense spiritual energy at his fingertips, completing the Mind-Purifying Spell he had initially started on Xiaoyu.

Even after the Mind-Purifying Spell was complete and the girl’s flush gradually faded as she fell into a deep sleep, he did not remove the hand covering her fox ears.

He stared at the girl’s sweat-drenched appearance, tormented by lust and desire. Watching her peaceful sleeping face, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Had his afflicted self last night already seen the fox’s appearance when she was experiencing her reproductive urge?

Her “first time” of this reaction was seen not by his normal self.

As soon as this thought arose, it immediately swept over all his other thoughts, occupying his entire mind.

It seemed his thoughts were uncontrollable now, constantly drifting towards that notion.

All he could think about was the girl’s pitiful yet alluring appearance, all of which had been seen by his afflicted self.

He suddenly recalled the pitch-black surroundings after he had woken up last night, thinking that his afflicted self shouldn’t have seen everything clearly.

But the image of the girl being drenched was conjured in his mind, and he tensed the string in his mind once again.