The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 40

Under the candlelight, the contents of that page in the booklet were visible, marked with a fold.

That was the mark Xiaoyu had made after reading it that afternoon.

This page contained the textual introduction; the next page was the visual demonstration.

“When cultivation reaches the required level, it can be controlled by the following three methods:”

“First: Practice a mental clarity cultivation technique, which can achieve periodic suppression. Note: The mental clarity technique can only be practiced if one is chaste.”

“Second: Sterilization. Note: This method is too cruel and is not recommended.”

“Third: Possess sufficient strength and unwavering willpower to break all desires.”

After Wen Yu finished reading these lines, the hand gripping Xiaoyu’s waist tightened.

The person currently submerged in the sea of desire was extremely sensitive to touch. Even through the clothing, she could feel the hand tightening around her waist.

She reflexively arched her back forward. This movement brought her body into close contact with Wen Yu’s, leaving almost no gap between them.

“D-doing what?”

Xiaoyu tilted her head, resting it on Wen Yu’s shoulder, her nose brushing against his neck.

As she spoke, hot breath exhaled and sprayed onto his skin. That area immediately seemed to catch fire, the temperature rapidly increasing, turning gradually crimson.

His Adam’s apple bobbed several times. Wen Yu seemed to be infected by Xiaoyu, heating up along with her.

The person in his arms began to be dissatisfied with just a hug, rubbing lightly against him and emitting small moans.

The faint candlelight flickered, illuminating Xiaoyu’s face, making the flush even more vivid and tempting to pluck.

“Uncomfortable…”

Xiaoyu looked up, her eyes quickly filling with mist, gazing at the person holding her.

“Why aren’t you helping me?”

The girl parted her lips, her voice husky and soft, a tone completely different from her usual one. It sounded like a complaint, yet also like a plea. Anyone who heard it would immediately soften and agree to her request.

Wen Yu was no exception.

“How do I help?”

Closing the booklet, Wen Yu lowered his eyes and saw the vivid red mark on Xiaoyu’s neck, his gaze darkening.

Fortunately, the wound was shallow. The demon beast’s recovery ability was strong, and the wound was already healing, leaving only a faint red mark.

The candlelight wavered, and the sputtering sound of the burning wax was unusually clear in the room.

Tossing the booklet onto the bed, Wen Yu used both hands to lift Xiaoyu’s body, but he leaned slightly backward, increasing the distance between himself and Xiaoyu.

At this moment, his back was facing the edge of the bed. One arm supported Xiaoyu’s hips, and the other protected her lower back. Xiaoyu’s arms were still draped over his shoulders.

She looked up, her eyes flashing with confusion.

Why move backward?

Xiaoyu’s mind was only focused on why the person holding her didn’t want to hold her close, but instead pulled away.

She strained to keep her eyes wide, trying to see Wen Yu’s face in the faint candlelight, temporarily ignoring his words.

Her wide-open fox eyes were like the wick of a candle flame, bright and dazzling, filled with urgency and longing, easily stirring Wen Yu’s heartstrings.

He repeated the three words: “How do I help?”

Her chaotic brain suddenly cleared, but only for a few short seconds.

In these few seconds, methods for suppressing the procreative urge from previous times flashed through her mind. Xiaoyu was stunned, seemingly debating which method was most effective.

Cold water? Spell?

Or the method from the booklet that directly satisfied the procreative urge?

“Ugh…”

Her body didn’t give its owner much time to think. A wave of desire surged up. Xiaoyu suddenly buried herself in Wen Yu’s arms, her cheek pressing tightly against his cold clothing, trying to relieve the rising heat. The temperature on her cheek quickly made the clothing scorchingly hot as well. She immediately abandoned that spot, turning her head to rub against elsewhere.

Her furry head rolled back and forth on Wen Yu’s chest. Her fox ears pressed directly against his upturned chin. The fur rubbed past, causing a tickle in his heart.

“You move a little.”

Xiaoyu’s arms rested on Wen Yu’s shoulders. With his arms supporting her, she didn’t need to exert herself.

But he remained still, leaving her whole body uncomfortable and unable to find release.

She had to move her body herself. Her legs remained pressed together, feeling a bit numb. When her knees moved slightly, they touched Wen Yu’s body and were immediately locked even tighter.

Wen Yu tightened the hand supporting her, speaking with a husky voice: “Move what?”

It was as if he was asking Xiaoyu why she was moving, and also asking her how to move.

With this tightening, Xiaoyu was pressed against Wen Yu with virtually no space between them, and a very strange sensation arose in her body.

A craving for his closer approach.

Xiaoyu subconsciously nudged him with her head, not caring where she was rubbing. Her eyes half-closed, she softly moaned: “Hold me tight…”

The girl’s low murmur was incredibly soft.

“Just holding, is that enough?”

Wen Yu not only didn’t hold her tighter but loosened his grip slightly.

He stared intently at the girl, like a hawk fixing on its prey, his gaze sharp and possessive, burning, branding her with his own mark.

Xiaoyu could perceive even the slightest loosening of the hand supporting her. She immediately clung tighter to Wen Yu, hanging onto him, terrified that Wen Yu would let go.

“Just holding…”

Seems not enough.

Xiaoyu could feel that this time was many times more intense than before.

The constantly suppressed procreative urge had erupted. It was no longer something that could be suppressed by simple touch or spells.

What to do?

What can I do to stop feeling this way?

What can I do to find release?

Xiaoyu thought hazily. The constantly surging heat made her want to recklessly demand relief from the person holding her.

But her remaining sanity subconsciously suppressed this urge, her fingers clenching tightly until they turned white.

“The booklet,” she suddenly released one hand, fumbling blindly, searching for the booklet: “Where’s the booklet?”

She couldn’t remember where she had put it. Her palm searched everywhere, suddenly sliding to Wen Yu’s waist and exploring inside his sash.

She had confused the location of the booklet with her spatial storage talisman.

The searing heat of her palm reached his skin, even through his clothing.

Wen Yu’s body immediately shuddered. He instantly freed a hand to press down on Xiaoyu’s hand, which was still trying to search further inward.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was dark and low, sounding husky as he suppressed an emotion.

Xiaoyu didn’t understand why he was stopping her. She exerted force with her fingers, wanting to continue searching for her booklet.

“I need to get the booklet,” her hot breath exhaled. Her hand was still pressed down and couldn’t move: “There’s a method in the booklet.”

She seemed to have a faint trace of consciousness left, yet she also seemed to be lost in confusion, unable to distinguish what she was doing.

Wen Yu didn’t speak. Instead, he pulled out the hand that was fumbling around. He spared a glance to check where the booklet he had tossed away was.

As he loosened his grip to grab it, the unbound hand pressed onto Wen Yu’s shoulder. The hand, which clearly lacked strength, easily pushed Wen Yu down, making him sit on the bed.

The candlelight flickered before stabilizing.

Wen Yu immediately supported Xiaoyu’s body, changing their posture. With a surge of spiritual energy, the booklet flew into his hand.

He placed the booklet against the palm of Xiaoyu’s hand, which was resting on his shoulder, and softly said: “Your booklet.”

The two words “booklet” acted like a switch, unlocking Xiaoyu’s sealed consciousness, though only slightly.

Clenching her hand, she immediately released her grip on Wen Yu’s shoulders, focusing on flipping through the booklet to find what she needed.

Wen Yu timely hugged her waist, supporting Xiaoyu with himself as the foundation.

However, the contact between their legs was uncomfortable. Xiaoyu leaned one hand on Wen Yu’s shoulder and simply moved to sit on Wen Yu’s lap, continuing to examine the booklet carefully.

This brought the two of them almost level.

Wen Yu’s hands loosely encircled Xiaoyu’s lower back. He silently leaned back, his breathing growing heavier.

His eyes were deep, his gaze shifting to the highly alert fox ears.

His fingers trembled, restraining the urge to pinch the fox ears.

The person in his arms seemed to have forgotten about Wen Yu, only intent on finding what she needed in the booklet.

Wen Yu waited patiently for her.

Waiting for her to find a solution.

Even though he already knew that Xiaoyu couldn’t achieve any of the three methods to suppress the procreative urge at the moment.

A joyful sound rang out. The girl thrust the page she found in front of him, her voice already trembling: “Here…”

His gaze shifted to the booklet. With just one look, Wen Yu immediately clenched his hands, yet restrained himself from tightening his embrace, keeping the space loose.

“What does it say?”

Just like the self-deprecating words he used when he first met Xiaoyu.

He couldn’t distinguish how much blood was on his hands. He was neither a righteous person nor a person of integrity. Those filthy and dark thoughts were buried deep, unable to see the light.

So now, although he had already scanned the words on the paper with a single glance, he insisted that Xiaoyu read it out herself.

This was his despicable side.

A side that he had concealed, finally revealing itself.

Xiaoyu removed the booklet, her hazy eyes staring at Wen Yu for a long time, but she couldn’t discern any useful information.

Disturbed by the procreative urge and barely possessing the ability to think for herself, she consented to Wen Yu’s request. Holding the booklet, she looked down and read word for word:

“Requires a partner’s caress, kissing, and deeper-level communication.”

She shifted her gaze to the accompanying illustration: two foxes intertwined, kissing each other.

“Oh.” Xiaoyu nodded, her fox ears twitching along: “I understand.”

She let go, and the booklet fell to the side of the bed.

Her fox eyes became bright.

“Requires a partner’s caress, kissing.” She couldn’t remember the rest.

Her gaze was sharp, fixed directly on Wen Yu, but she didn’t see him make a move.

She began to feel dissatisfied: “Didn’t you hear? Touch me.”

Wen Yu stared at her for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.

He raised his hand and stroked her fox ear. After only a brief moment, he lowered his hand.

“Is that enough?”

That brief caress had no effect whatsoever. Instead, it made Xiaoyu want to get closer to the person in front of her.

“And, and a kiss…”

She guided the person who was doing nothing according to the steps in the booklet, unaware of what she had just said.

Something seemed to explode in her mind. Instantly, a strong desire to consume Xiaoyu began to roar in her body, urging her to do what she wanted him to do.

A kiss…

A kiss!

The amusement in his eyes suddenly intensified. He slowly tightened his arms, pressing her body closer to his.

Desire gradually filled his eyes, driving away the simple amusement. It completely consumed him, leaving only the possessiveness for the person in his arms.

“Are you sure?”

Xiaoyu immediately nodded, leaning into his arms, gazing up at his lips that opened and closed.

Fox demons were highly sensual. When the procreative urge arrived, they needed complete fulfillment to temporarily control its recurrence.

When they indulged in pleasure, they were simple and direct.

Xiaoyu’s gaze on Wen Yu was direct, making no attempt to hide her desire for him.

“Mmhmm,” she urged: “A kiss.”

And then, it should feel a little better?

The last thread of self-control broke. Wen Yu’s hand moved up, cupping the back of Xiaoyu’s head, and gently, yet forcefully, pressed her toward him.

The moment before she closed her eyes, she saw Xiaoyu’s unmasked demon pupils, incredibly beautiful.

The instant their lips met, Xiaoyu’s pupils contracted into slits. Her fox ears instantly stood straight up.

She could feel the other party’s lips slowly grinding against hers, yet they never went further.

Dissatisfied with just the touch, she craved more.

Move, why aren’t you moving at all?

Her fox ears twitched impatiently. Xiaoyu was a little anxious.

After waiting for a while, the other party only moved slightly to another spot, which was completely insufficient to satisfy her body’s needs.

Xiaoyu let out a dissatisfied hum, suddenly straightened her upper body, braced herself against Wen Yu’s shoulder, opened her lips, and bit Wen Yu’s lip.

The other party clearly hadn’t expected her to initiate and instinctively parted his lips.

Xiaoyu seized the opportunity. Her tongue probed inward. The sweet scent collided with the cold aura, driving her to delve deeper.

This straightforward invasion stunned Wen Yu for a moment. The force in his hands loosened, and Xiaoyu found an opening. The hand pressing on his shoulder exerted force, directly pushing him back onto the bed.

Xiaoyu immediately followed, pressing down on Wen Yu, the sweet scent growing even thicker.

The moment her sweet tongue delved in and touched his tongue, she immediately became excited. Her fox ears shook incessantly, expressing her owner’s joyful mood.

Xiaoyu缠 clung to Wen Yu, giving him no room to retreat, leaving her scent all over him.

Suddenly, a sting of pain on her tongue caused her to briefly clear her mind. She saw the face so close to hers, his eyelids closed, the scent of lust filling her nostrils.

She panicked suddenly.

What are they doing?

She had no time to think. A new wave of heat extinguished her brief moment of clarity.

Wen Yu reversed the roles. His large hand pressed down on the back of her head. The dominant kiss stole her breath, making her gradually breathless.

She pushed against his chest with both hands, but couldn’t push him away in the slightest.

She could only part her lips, allowing the other party to take what they wanted.

Crimson stained her face. Xiaoyu’s body became softer and softer, powerlessly pressing her full weight onto Wen Yu.

The hand gripping her waist gradually tightened, forcefully pressing her closer to him.

Until Xiaoyu felt pain, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

“It hurts…”

Wen Yu suddenly stopped moving, then pressed her even harder against himself. A storm of kisses followed, kissing her so heavily, as if he wanted to devour her.

Conquering the city, sweeping everything away.

His tongue swept past her teeth, withdrew slightly, and licked her already moist lips.

Xiaoyu finally regained the right to breathe, opening her mouth to gasp for air.

Her rosy lips clearly showed the kind of devastation they had just endured, so moist that it tempted further invasion of that sweetness.

Wen Yu ceased his actions. He held Xiaoyu’s head, resting it against his neck, his own breathing equally rapid, gasping into Xiaoyu’s ear, one breath after another.

“Is that enough?”

He gently patted Xiaoyu’s back, leaning his ear close, waiting for Xiaoyu’s reply.

Xiaoyu couldn’t tell if the procreative urge still lingered. She only knew she was lacking oxygen, constantly gasping for air.

She lay on Wen Yu, burying her face in his neck, humming softly, which served as her answer.

Though her body was exhausted, her fox ears remained alert, twitching constantly, attracting Wen Yu’s attention.

Wen Yu supported Xiaoyu’s shoulders, slowly helping her sit up.

Her demon eyes were misty, the corners flushed crimson, her lips slightly parted, and the hot breath exhaling showed no signs of cooling down.

His gaze shifted down, and the red mark was visible.

Wen Yu’s face darkened.

“Does it hurt?”

He asked.

The person being questioned did not register the information he conveyed. She moved her lips, and the part that had been bitten throbbed with a tearing pain.

So she hummed: “It hurts.”

Wen Yu loosened his grip, moved her forward, and kissed the injury on Xiaoyu’s neck.

A warm sensation immediately reached her brain. The next moment, Wen Yu licked the wound, covering the injured area little by little.

Xiaoyu’s whole body trembled for a moment. Her fingers clenched, her nerves taut.

W-what is this?

She wanted to brace herself and escape this feeling of tremor, but Wen Yu pressed her down, making it impossible to break free.

“Ugh…”

It’s not like this. This is too much.

Xiaoyu wanted to run, to escape this feeling that was completely out of control, but the initiative was no longer in her hands.

In the dim room, the girl’s eyes were blurred. Her last trace of resistance was overcome by the strong offense, and she gradually lost herself.

A faint sound of footsteps arose. Wen Yu’s eyes narrowed, and he extinguished the candle.

“Master, I found a demonic aura at the disciple’s hall.”

The voice transmitted directly into the room. Xiaoyu immediately snapped back to reality, her consciousness returning. She pressed her hands against Wen Yu’s shoulders, trying to get up.

Wen Yu, however, held her captive, not allowing her to move.

Xiaoyu was so nervous that her body was tense. All her attention was diverted by the sound outside, and she couldn’t pay attention to Wen Yu’s actions at all.

Sensing her distraction, dissatisfaction flickered in Wen Yu’s eyes. He held her body tightly.

Only after kissing away the last trace of blood did he pick her up and sit down on the edge of the bed.

He lowered his gaze, staring at the flushed-faced person for a long time. He raised his hand to straighten her clothes, then said toward the outside: “I know.”

Xiaoyu’s face was fiery red.

Her head was buzzing. She didn’t pay attention to what Wen Yu said at all.

So the method described in the booklet was really effective.

A kiss solved it. Does that mean she will have to kiss him constantly from now on?

Xiaoyu was now looking down, her eyes fixed only on her hands. She dared not look at Wen Yu.

How could this happen!

It’s over. Does she have to take responsibility for Wen Yu?

Yan Qing! You’re unreliable too!

Countless voices argued in Xiaoyu’s head. Her body temperature dropped, but the temperature on her face rose even higher.

This time, she finally heard someone talking outside.

Did someone talk outside while Wen Yu was kissing me just now?

Why didn’t he stop!

Xiaoyu was both ashamed and angry, her body stiff, not daring to move.

Her appearance brought a smile to Wen Yu’s eyes.

“What, do you want me to do it again?”

Xiaoyu immediately jolted, straightening her body and escaping his embrace.

The moment her feet touched the ground and she stood up, her legs went soft.

Wen Yu caught her body, leaning her against him.

She wanted to struggle free. A sound came from outside again, this time asking: “Master, is she alright?”

Hearing this, Xiaoyu’s heart trembled.

I’m not alright! I’m in big trouble!

Xiaoyu tried to stand up again, but a surge of energy completely different from the procreative urge suddenly rushed into her body. Before she could speak, she immediately lost consciousness.

Wen Yu’s heart stopped for a moment. He immediately injected spiritual power into her. Sensing her physical condition, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Repeated suppression of the procreative urge had simultaneously suppressed her cultivation.

Now that the urge was resolved, her meridians were unblocked, and her cultivation was rising. She couldn’t absorb it all at once and needed time.

Wen Yu took off Xiaoyu’s shoes, settled her onto his bed, and stood by the bedside, looking at her for a long time.

The girl’s breathing gradually became even, but her lips were swollen and marked with his traces.

Fruit honey is good for the skin. He could get some for her.

Wen Yu cast a barrier around Xiaoyu. As he turned to leave, he saw the booklet on the floor.

His heart stirred. He picked it up and flipped back to that page.

Below the line Xiaoyu had read, there was another sentence: Once the vow is broken, the craving will be much greater.

Wen Yu stared at these eight characters for a long time, slowly closed the booklet, placed it by the bed, and turned to leave the room.

The person waiting outside was Nan Chenghui.

Wen Yu retracted the fragments. In the night, the tail of the jade flute formed by the fragments could be faintly seen, marked with faint red traces.

He turned and walked outward, putting away all emotions related to Xiaoyu. At this moment, he was once again the aloof Sword Venerable.

“Yan Ziqiong is watching at the disciple’s hall. Many disciples came for the Grand Competition, and some news might have leaked,” Nan Chenghui followed closely behind.

“You stay and guard Wangyue Residence.”

Wen Yu stopped Nan Chenghui with one hand. The next second, his figure vanished.

Nan Chenghui’s steps halted, and his expression turned dejected.

He looked up toward the disciple’s hall. After a moment, he turned around, glanced only at Wen Yu’s room, and finally chose to guard the entrance.

I seem to be less useful than Yan Ziqiong. I can’t help Master.

The night deepened. Nan Chenghui gazed at the pitch-black darkness, gradually losing himself in thought.

It took Xiaoyu five days to digest the energy in her body.

When she woke up, there was no one in the room.

She blinked, then sat up abruptly.

Pulling at the bedding, Xiaoyu looked around and realized this was not her room.

“!”

Immediately afterward, the absurd events of that night replayed in her mind. Her heart rate gradually sped up.

Xiaoyu buried her face in the bedding, taking a deep breath.

She inhaled a noseful of Wen Yu’s scent.

She immediately tossed the bedding aside and got out of bed. She instantly saw the booklet placed nearby.

Xiaoyu quickly grabbed it and flipped to that page.

Damn it!

She actually followed those instructions!

On the same page, with the same words, Xiaoyu looked closely. There was another line underneath: Once the vow is broken, the craving will be much greater.

Xiaoyu stared at these eight characters, her mind blank.

What does that mean?

Does this mean she won’t be able to leave Wen Yu later?

Like a thief, Xiaoyu stuffed the booklet into her pocket. She stood there, racking her brain to figure out how to face the situation next.

Run away. I should just run away now.

How did she end up kissing Wen Yu?

Xiaoyu paced back and forth, unable to figure out what to do.

A little figure in her heart kept talking.

“Actually, you enjoyed it too. Why not just take Wen Yu and become partners with him?”

Xiaoyu suddenly stopped pacing, tempted by the little figure.

It does, it does seem pretty comfortable?

Xiaoyu thought for a long time, then shut the little figure away.

She adjusted her breathing. Once she felt she was stable enough, she walked toward the door.

As her hand reached the door latch, Xiaoyu felt her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

She was so nervous that her hand was trembling slightly.

If I open the door and Wen Yu is outside, what if he asks me to take responsibility?

Xiaoyu started to overthink.

Should I just say it was all a misunderstanding?

Well, I didn’t know I would be so irrational when the procreative urge hit!

Xiaoyu thought for a long time and decided to just throw caution to the wind and go see him.

She closed her eyes, pulled the latch, and the door opened.

The cold jade flute slipped into Xiaoyu’s palm. A familiar voice sounded: “Awake?”

Xiaoyu’s face instantly flushed crimson. She immediately slammed the door shut.

Before she could catch her breath, she realized she was holding Wen Yu’s jade flute.

Wen Yu’s voice transmitted from outside: “Why did you close the door?”