The Otherworldly God I Serve Is Actually a Demon - Chapter 7

Ruan Jiao carried the black jar back home. It was small and delicate, and felt very light in her arms. She didn’t touch the sealed opening, unsure whether doing so would anger Jun Gongyu.

The black jar could be discovered by her parents no matter where she hid it, and it couldn’t be exposed to sunlight. After much thought, Ruan Jiao finally decided to hide it under her bed in the bedroom.

After placing the jar securely, she closed the windows and door tightly, drawing the curtains to ensure not a single ray of light could seep in.

Once everything was done, she turned around and saw a transparent white figure standing behind her.

Ruan Jiao was actually a little frightened. If Jun Gongyu didn’t look so divine, she would have thought a ghost was standing behind her.

Why did the deity appear without making a sound?

The room was dark and silent, but the figure before her was exceptionally clear.

Ruan Jiao lowered her head, not daring to look at Jun Gongyu. Every time she saw her, she would recall the events of last night’s dream, and her face would uncontrollably flush.

“Deity, Divine One, you’ve come.” she stammered slightly.

Jun Gongyu looked down at the blushing girl before her. Last night, beneath her, she had held her, begged for her kisses, and clung to her many times.

Though she told herself it was merely part of fulfilling the bond’s exchange, she had helped her break free from her predicament, so she had to satisfy her wishes.

Even if she didn’t understand why her wish was to be intimate with her.

No one had ever liked her before; humans only felt fear and dread toward her.

That unfamiliar emotion, different from fear, burning hot, scorching her entire being with the warmth of the living, brought her immense pleasure.

Jun Gongyu raised her hand and caressed Ruan Jiao’s cheek. Feeling the warm, fiery breath of the living beneath her touch once more, a trace of longing stirred within her.

A malevolent spirit dead for a thousand years, how could she not crave the warmth of the living?

The defenseless human girl beneath her hand, her tender skin flowing with warm, pulsing blood. Such a beautiful, vibrant life… she wanted it.

She wanted to devour her.

“Jiaojiao, you’ve done well. What reward would you like?” Jun Gongyu’s gaze was deep, her eyes dark and intense.

“Huh?”

Ruan Jiao widened her eyes in surprise. Jun Gongyu had actually called her Jiaojiao, this wasn’t just from last night’s dream.

Could it be… that wasn’t a dream?

No, impossible. Ruan Jiao inwardly scolded herself. She wasn’t narcissistic enough to think that way; it was just a coincidence.

Yet, that strange thought in her heart grew stronger at this moment.

What was wrong with her? Why did she have such improper thoughts every time she saw Jun Gongyu? Although, back then, she had made a vow to offer everything she had to the deity who saved her.

But she had never imagined that would include… those things.

It wasn’t that she was unwilling. In her heart, since she had chosen to serve her, she already belonged to Jun Gongyu. But the other was a deity, how could a deity have such base thoughts like a mere mortal like her?

Having these improper thoughts was nothing short of blasphemy.

If Jun Gongyu knew what she was thinking, she might never want to see her again.

The thought of that possibility made Ruan Jiao’s heart ache slightly.

Poor girl, thinking she was blaspheming the “deity,” unaware that her improper thoughts had been deliberately guided by the “deity” herself.

“I don’t need a reward. I didn’t do it for a reward.” Ruan Jiao’s eyes were moist as she looked at the other, her gaze filled with a barely concealed dependence.

Jun Gongyu had appeared at her most desperate moment, saving her from fear and giving her hope. So, she was willing to do anything she could for her.

As long as she wanted it.

“But I want to give you a reward,” Jun Gongyu leaned closer to Ruan Jiao. “Jiaojiao, what do you really want?”

[Say you want her.]

[Say you want her.]

[Say you want her.]

That way, she could rightfully do those things that made her happy again.

Jun Gongyu’s voice held a hidden temptation, as if it could draw out the most unspeakable desires from the depths of one’s heart. Ruan Jiao uncontrollably gave rise to many thoughts that shouldn’t have appeared.

These thoughts were originally just small sparks, but under this deliberate guidance, they surged and grew wildly.

Ruan Jiao truly wished Jun Gongyu wouldn’t be so gentle with her, it would only make her push her luck.

“I… I want…”

Ruan Jiao swallowed with difficulty, unable to control herself, almost saying it out loud. It seemed that just seeing Jun Gongyu made her lose control.

That couldn’t be said. Was that even something she could say?

But even if she didn’t say it, she already understood. So, the “deity” who seemed untouched by worldly desires smiled again, a smile that made Ruan Jiao’s heart itch and tremble.

“You want me.”

Hearing these words, the tightly wound string in Ruan Jiao’s mind snapped, leaving only shame behind.

It was said.

Her dirty, ugly, evil-filled thoughts had been spoken out loud so bluntly.

Having her innermost feelings laid bare like this, she felt so ashamed and angry she wished she could just die.

Jun Gongyu took a step forward. Ruan Jiao didn’t dare face her, unable to even muster a word of rebuttal. She retreated, trying to escape, but her legs hit the edge of the bed, there was nowhere left to go.

The “person” before her continued to approach, and she inevitably fell onto the bed. The other didn’t stop because of her pitiful state but instead leaned down with an imposing posture, enveloping her in her presence.

Dark, long hair spread across the entire bed, intricately tangling around the girl on it, locking her firmly in place, unable to move. And the owner of this hair, like a spider that had caught its prey, drew closer step by step, wanting to savor this rare delicacy.

This posture, this distance, it was exactly the same as in her dreams. Ruan Jiao’s breathing grew rapid, her mind flashing with many vague but unspeakable images.

“Deity… Your Holiness…” she pleaded softly, like a whisper of surrender.

But somehow, it sounded a bit like a coy refusal.

Jun Gongyu didn’t respond, much less let her go. She leaned down, inhaling the scent of the girl’s hair. The dreams couldn’t compare to this, after all, they were just dreams, everything illusory.

The girl’s scorching warmth, her unique pleasant scent, and her rapid breathing from shyness, all of it was so fresh and enticing, making her appetite surge.

Jun Gongyu swallowed the saliva secreted on her tongue, her throat moving up and down. She pressed her nose against the girl’s neck, where the scent was strongest and also the most vulnerable part of a person.

So fragrant, so fragrant, so fragrant…

“Jiaojiao.”

She called her name in a hoarse voice, carrying an indescribable meaning. With her lips, she gently pressed down, scattering delicate kisses.

“Mmm.”

Ruan Jiao’s delicate and sensitive spot was brushed by soft breaths, sending waves of electric-like tingles from her neck to her brain. Her eyes instantly welled up with physiological tears, her crimson lips parting slightly as she gazed blankly at the ceiling.

Jun Gongyu restrained the urge to bite through the girl’s neck, instead using this method to feel the scorching blood beneath the skin again and again, easing her own thirst.

“Jiaojiao, good girl.”

The silent surrender of the girl beneath her made it impossible to hold back any longer, allowing her to indulge freely. The girl trembled, clutching the front of her clothes, letting out a beautiful sound.

That sound, like her name, was so delicate, so endearing.

The room temperature plummeted, and Ruan Jiao felt like a fish on a chopping board, utterly at the mercy of others. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the clothes, feeling as though she were about to die.

Or perhaps dying like this wouldn’t be so bad.

Just as she was completely lost in the moment, the sound of the front door turning came from outside the room.

Ruan Jiao snapped back to reality instantly. The figure above her paused briefly before vanishing, leaving only her, slightly disheveled, collapsed weakly on the bed.

“Jiaojiao, are you home?”

Her mother’s voice called from outside the door.

“This child, why is it so dark in here without the lights on?”

Ruan Jiao propped herself up on her arms and sat up, quickly tidying herself. She hadn’t locked the bedroom door when she returned, if her mother came in and saw her like this, she’d truly wish she were dead.

“Mom, I’m here. I was taking a nap.” she called out while straightening her clothes.