Saintess, Don’t Tell Me You’re… Feel Horny?

Alright, now that Xia Zhiyue had finally caved, He Ange could dismiss Xia Ranyue. Shoo shoo.

After that, it was just He Ange and Xia Zhiyue alone on the Morning Moon Altar. With the Abyssal Curtain sealing off the area—Vwooosh—it was truly, completely, just the two of them.

Honestly, this was the first time He Ange had seen the Fox Saintess looking so… broken. Wow.

He remembered how she used to be—so high and mighty, that proud, immortal face, the flowing white dress showing off those long legs, head held high, those nine elegant white fox tails radiating nobility and grace. Sooo superior.

But now… that spark of arrogance in Xia Zhiyue’s mesmerizing eyes had dimmed considerably. She looked… almost disheartened. Empty.

“Is that the attitude you take when begging someone?” He Ange drawled, settling back into the conjured wooden chair.

His words hung in the air. After a moment, Xia Zhiyue understood. Clench. Her knees buckled, heart burning with unwillingness, but she still gritted her teeth and knelt—thump—ending up in a sort of half-kneeling, half-sitting position before He Ange.

The white fox saintess kept her head bowed low, teeth clenched, refusing to look up at him. The humiliation was intense. Ugh…!

She didn’t expect He Ange to casually cross his legs under his robes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Heh.

“Come here. Lick me.” His voice was casual, almost bored. “Lick this Venerable One until I’m satisfied… and maybe helping you restore your cultivation, save the Fox Clan… isn’t entirely out of the question.” As he spoke, he even gave his crossed foot a little wiggle.

Taunt~

“YOU—!” Xia Zhiyue nearly choked on her own fury, feeling like she might actually cough up blood. H-How DARE he?!

His tone! So flippant! Arrogant! Malicious! Worse than that Ye Qingchuan! Even more infuriating!

The dignified Fox Saintess! When had she ever been subjected to such blatant, shameless humiliation?!

Seeing the white fox saintess’s beautiful face flush red then pale—fwoosh, drain—the playful look vanished from He Ange’s face, replaced by a colder displeasure. “What?” His voice turned sharp. “I’m merely returning the favor. Saying the exact same things you once said to me.”

“Saintess Zhiyue… according to your rules… kneeling to [REDACTED] is a privilege, isn’t it? Hmmmm?” (TLN : censored by author)

“…” Xia Zhiyue fell silent, utterly speechless. H-He remembers…

She could hear it clearly. He Ange was here for personal revenge. He still remembered everything she’d done back then, vividly. A pang of guilt hit her. That’s why she couldn’t argue back.

“He Ange… you’re just… just here to toy with me for your own amusement, aren’t you…?” she whispered, her voice tinged with a self-deprecating, cold laugh. Heh… funny…

She channeled the humiliation into pure misery. Her eyes reddened— prickle —a choked sob caught in her throat (Hk…!), her voice trembling with despair.

She knew she was wrong. She knew she couldn’t blame anyone but herself. So, facing He Ange’s humiliation, all Xia Zhiyue could do was laugh bitterly at her own pathetic state.

“You’re right. I am here to humiliate you,” He Ange stated bluntly, without a shred of pity or tenderness in his voice.

Silence stretched between them.

Xia Zhiyue’s body trembled slightly— shiver —anger, humiliation, resentment… but because of the guilt, she could only endure it all, swallowing her misery.

What else could she do? She was a cripple now. Humiliating her was nothing. At this point, He Ange could do whatever he wanted. What good would fighting back do?

Thinking this, Xia Zhiyue seemed to reach a point of resignation. She lifted her head, meeting He Ange’s gaze. Her snow-like mesmerizing eyes no longer held the previous shame and anger, but a kind of weary acceptance.

“Back then… because of my own selfish desires… I did many cruel things to you…” Her voice was quiet, sincere, but utterly devoid of spirit. “I… I truly was a blind fool.”

“I’m sorry…” It was a genuine apology, but laced with hopelessness.

Seeing the lifeless white fox saintess before him, a strange flicker of emotion crossed He Ange’s brow. He felt… dissatisfied. Annoyed. Humiliating Xia Zhiyue was for his own gratification, yes, but he didn’t actually want to see the proud Fox Saintess broken down into this weak, pathetic state by his words. Tch.

“So? Is that it? You’re just going to watch the Fox Clan get overrun by demonic sects?”

“The Dragon Dynasty attendants are here… The Fox Clan won’t be completely wiped out…” Her voice was dull.

“Dragon Dynasty attendants?” He Ange scoffed, a hint of mockery in his tone. “Xia Zhiyue, are you kidding me? You’re really pinning your hopes on them to save the Fox Clan?”

Being ‘saved’ by the Dragon Dynasty attendants basically meant losing Fox Clan sovereignty. The Fox Clan would become a vassal state of the Dragon Dynasty, subject to their whims, maybe even reduced to a lower-class demon race oppressed by human cultivators.

Not only that, but Xia Zhiyue, as the Saintess, the inheritor of the Nine-Tailed bloodline… she’d eventually be captured by the Dragon Dynasty anyway, used as a tool for political marriage and breeding.

Xia Zhiyue knew all this, of course. She just hadn’t wanted to face it. She refused to accept her fate, refused to hand over the Fox Clan, refused to be captured by another race to bear their offspring…

“You think I want any of this?!” Her voice suddenly cracked, laced with tears. “Who wants to be a cripple?! Do you think I like being useless?! But what choice do I have?! I am useless now!” Sobs started to break through. Hic…!

“My core source was stolen! My cultivation destroyed! What am I supposed to do?! Do you think I enjoy kneeling here?! Being humiliated by you, lectured by you?!” Sniffle…!

“Instead of just talking, why don’t you actually SAVE ME?!” Her composure finally shattered. Tears streamed down her face— wahhh! —she couldn’t hold them back any longer.

She’d wanted to cry for so long. But she’d held it in. She was the Fox Saintess! Her pride wouldn’t let her break down so easily. But He Ange kept poking at her deepest wounds, and finally, Xia Zhiyue just… broke. She sobbed uncontrollably, shaking like a leaf, looking nothing like the mesmerizing, otherworldly fox immortal she usually was.

She looked like… a little girl who’d been scolded by her teacher, utterly heartbroken. Waaaaaaah…! Hic…!

“You want me to save you? Then start licking,” He Ange repeated, his attitude unchanged. He wasn’t the type to soften just because a woman cried.

But before Xia Zhiyue could react, he added casually, “If you’re unwilling to… there is another place you could lick.” His voice held a deliberately suggestive, meaningful tone.

“…Huh?” Xia Zhiyue froze. W-What?

She thought she must have misheard. But when she met He Ange’s gaze, she realized… he looked completely serious. N-No way… He means…?

“Choose.” He Ange sighed, cutting off further discussion.

The white fox saintess’s body trembled violently— shudder! —Her gaze slowly drifted downwards… locked onto that particular spot on He Ange… Her snow-like mesmerizing eyes stared, transfixed, as if facing a terrifying enemy. She swallowed hard— gulp.

Her mind raced, imagining… and despite herself, heat flooded her cheeks. FWOOOSH! She wanted to say something, but her words caught in her throat— “I-I… Uhm… H-Huh…?” —her brain felt like it was short-circuiting, leaving her completely tongue-tied.

“Saintess, why are you blushing like that?” He Ange raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. He took a slow breath. “I say, Saintess Zhiyue… don’t tell me you’re… feeling it? I certainly didn’t offer you any ‘reward’, you know!”

“D-Don’t be ridiculous! I’m n-not excited—!” Xia Zhiyue’s face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. She suddenly became agitated, steam practically puffing from her head. PFFT! N-NO I’M NOT!

Seeing this, He Ange frowned even harder. Uh oh.

“Well, alright then. Let’s not force you…”

“NO! Wait! I-I’ll lick! I’ll lick it, okay?!” Seeing He Ange about to retract the ‘offer’, Xia Zhiyue suddenly scrambled forward, grabbing his leg, her face burning, but her voice was firm, righteous even.

Her sudden eagerness actually made He Ange frown deeper. Hmm… Did I miscalculate? He felt like he’d made a wrong move. He’d intended to humiliate her, but instead, it seemed like she’d grasped onto this as some kind of last resort, a lifeline in the darkness, and now she wouldn’t let go.

“As… As long as you can really help me regain my cultivation… just… just licking it once… what does it matter?!” Being stared at by He Ange, Xia Zhiyue shyly turned her face away, biting her crimson lip— ngh —looking utterly humiliated. But… behind her, her nine snow-white tails were swaying back and forth— swish swish —with unmistakable excitement.

Sigh… He Ange didn’t refuse. He got straight to the point, his voice cold. “You’d better be sure. After you lick… there’s no turning back.”

“It’s fine. I’m not that squeamish.” (tln ; person that doesnt easily feel sick when seeing blood, etc etc. google it guys)

“Certain you won’t regret it?”

“Mmhmm!” A firm nod.

That night.

A delicate, glowing pink Phoenix Mark (凤纹) appeared on the white fox saintess’s lower abdomen.

She was sitting astride He Ange, tears of humiliation glistening in her eyes— sniffle —but her peach-blossom mesmerizing eyes reflected an undeniable, uncontrollable desire. Ngh… W-Want… more…

Xia Zhiyue supported herself with one hand, the other desperately trying to cover her stomach— slap —but no matter how hard she tried to hide it, the alluring, suggestive Phoenix Mark pulsed with heat and light. Throb… Glow…

The mark’s presence sent shivers wracking through Xia Zhiyue’s body— spasm! —again and again. She wanted to stop, to resist, but she couldn’t. It was like her body had a mind of its own, uncontrollably chasing pleasure, greedily absorbing… Ah~! Ahhh~! N-No…! Ngh!~

By now, Xia Zhiyue knew that with every movement she made, the Phoenix Mark’s corruption seeped deeper into her soul, embedding itself more firmly. She knew she was being plundered, consumed. If this continued, she would end up offering everything to the sacred-robed young man beneath her—body, soul, even a lifetime of unwavering loyalty…

This corruption… It felt… irreversible!

“Y-You! You didn’t say anything about… about some weird mark beforehand!” Xia Zhiyue cried out, her voice strained with anger and panic. She felt utterly desperate, fiercely unwilling!

“Don’t like it? Then just stop,” He Ange replied with an amused shrug. Heh. “Did I force you?”

He leaned back against the bench, his gaze cool and detached, as if watching a beautiful, private dance performed solely for him by the white fox saintess. He watched intently, enjoying the show, occasionally thrusting his hips upwards (Hmph!) to express his… appreciation.

And every time He Ange expressed his ‘appreciation’, Xia Zhiyue became agonizingly aware of how disgraceful, how shameful her current state was. How utterly lewd and dirty she must look.

Ah! Ahhh~! St-Stop looking~! Ngh~!♡

This… This wasn’t how a Saintess should act… No no!

This was… This was just a shameless, lustful fox spirit!

Xia Zhiyue burned with shame for what she’d become. She felt so disgraced she wanted to die. So embarrassing…!

Once, as the pure, lotus-like Saintess of the Fox Clan, she had despised relying on human men for cultivation. She looked down on those fox demons who fawned over humans, believing foxes were inherently nobler, not meant to cling to humans like succubi.

But now… Xia Zhiyue had become the very thing she hated most.

She couldn’t help but wonder… her proud chest, her slender waist, her jade-like skin, her long legs, her stunning face, her naturally seductive bones, her bewitching figure… This body, capable of driving men mad with desire… what was its purpose? What was the point of it all?

Today, Xia Zhiyue thought she finally understood.

Seeing the undisguised enjoyment and greed in He Ange’s eyes… something clicked. He… likes this…?

She just never thought… that she would ever experience such intense pleasure… from pleasing a man.

She didn’t know why… W-Why does it feel… so good…? Ngh~♡

But she found herself becoming… more proactive? She felt… addicted to He Ange? Like a drug, opening the door to a new world. Once tasted, impossible to stop.

More… Need more…♡

But she was the Fox Saintess! She should be ashamed of this! ASHAMED!

“Oh, forgot to tell you,” He Ange suddenly spoke, his voice cutting through her thoughts.

A cold smirk touched his lips. “Saintess Zhiyue… every time you feel pleasure amidst the shame… every time you feel excitement amidst the transgression… the Phoenix Mark’s influence on you deepens…” His eyes gleamed.

“As for what the mark will ultimately transform you into…? Heh… Who know?”