After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly "Repay" Their Gratitude - Chapter 289

Chapter 289: Big Sister, You’re Not… Scared, Are You?

Moonlit Altar

Deep within the secluded mountain lay the Fox Clan Saintess’s private altar—a sacred place for meditation, enlightenment… and sacrifice.

Had He Ange not intervened, Xia Ranyue might have been the one lying on that altar now, her life force drained to restore her sister’s cultivation.

Tonight, He Ange stepped through the portal, his silhouette cutting through the silver moonlight.

At the center of the pool stood the altar, where a nine-tailed silver fox sat in quiet contemplation.

Her profile was cold as frost, her fur luminous under the celestial glow.

“Who’s there?”

Her tails flicked sharply as she spoke.

“Who do you think?”

Leaning against the stone wall, He Ange smirked. “How’s your training been?”

“Decent. Peak Void Refining Realm… but still far from the Void God Realm.”

Her voice was indifferent, though a trace of dissatisfaction lingered.

He Ange tilted his head.

“What’s it like—cultivating beyond the Deity Transformation Realm?”

“Aren’t you about to break through?” Xia Zhiyue glanced at him sideways.

“I’d rather stay weak for now.”

Casually, he approached, settling by the altar pool.

Then—his fingers found her snow-white tails.

She tensed slightly, but didn’t pull away.

Fox tails were fluffy, soft, irresistibly soothing to the touch.

(Though, if he were being honest… they also kind of felt like feather dusters.)

“Hmm? You’re not as reactive as last time.”

“It’s just tails. As the Saintess, I’m hardly so frail.”

Her tone was aloof, though her cheeks betrayed a faint blush.

This was a stark contrast to her breathless, trembling state on the balcony.

Had she… secretly trained her tail resistance?

And why was she acting so distant tonight?

But He Ange didn’t push.

He hadn’t come to tease her.

(Though petting tails was a nice bonus.)

“Beyond the Deity Transformation Realm… one must ascend to the Upper World.”

“You’ve been?”

“Not yet. But I must go. Without it… breaking through is near impossible.”

“I’ll have Master assign you some Abyssal Envoys as escorts.”

“Unnecessary.”

Her voice was crisp, even as his fingers kneaded her tails.

“The Fox Clan may be weakened, but we still have dormant ancestors—Void God Realm elders who awaken to guide new Saintesses to the Upper World.”

“There, the Nine-Tails Clan has its own faction. They will receive me.”

He Ange paused.

This… wasn’t right.

This was the same woman who had moaned beneath him, who had begged for his touch—

Now, she spoke as if they were mere acquaintances.

“Xia Zhiyue.”

His voice cooled.

“Are you trying to cut ties with me?”

“……”

Her breath hitched.

Then—

She pounced.

In an instant, he was on his back, her nine tails cocooning them like a predator’s embrace.

Her face hovered inches above his, eyes glowing with violet corruption.

“You’re leaving tomorrow… aren’t you?”

Her voice was a mix of longing and resentment.

All pretense of coldness had shattered.

“Yes. Staying longer would only endanger the Fox Clan.”

He didn’t resist her pinning him down—

But his hands weren’t idle either.

Sliding down her waist, they found the base of her tails—the most sensitive spot on a fox.

“Hah…!”

Her body shuddered, but she held firm, cupping his face with trembling fingers.

“Soon… I must ascend too. And once you’re gone… even if I return, I won’t see you anymore.”

The Fox Clan’s secret realm had been their meeting ground.

Without it—

They’d be worlds apart.

“So that’s why you’re sulking?”

He almost laughed.

Since when had the mighty Fox Saintess become such a clingy girl?

Weren’t you supposed to swear vengeance after being corrupted?

“You don’t care about me…”

Her lips quivered, her pride warring with raw vulnerability.

Of course she was insecure.

An Luo Yi was the peerless beauty.

Xia Ranyue was the seductive innocent.

And Xia Zhiyue?

Neither.

She wasn’t as regal as An Luo Yi.

Nor as adorable as Xia Ranyue.

She’d even bullied He Ange when they first met.

Compared to them…

Why would he prioritize her?

“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

“You should’ve been the one begging me to stay.”

“……”

She had no rebuttal.

But it still wasn’t enough.

She wanted to ask—

Do you love me?

Do you even think about me?

Before she could speak, his hands moved lower.

Over the curve of her hips—

Then settling firmly on her backside.

Her breath caught.

That touch ignited memories—

Of that night.

Of being pinned down, claimed, ruined.

Her Phoenix Mark pulsed with dark violet light, a testament to her fallen soul.

The collar’s ruby burned crimson, mirroring the fire in her veins.

She was losing control.

Trembling.

Panting.

Desire eclipsing reason.

“Understand now?”

He sighed, voice softening.

“With the Phoenix Mark, I’ll find you anywhere.”

“And you can find me too.”

“If you miss me… just send word. I’ll bring Ranyue and meet you here.”

“Besides…”

A sly smile curled his lips.

“Who says I won’t come to the Upper World for you?”

“…Really?”

Her voice was barely a whisper.

He opened his mouth to answer—

But her lips slammed into his.

A sweet, intoxicating venom flooded his senses.

Her eyes bore into his, weaving illusions—

Trying to dominate his mind.

But He Ange wasn’t fooled twice.

“A pet who always tries to ride her master…”

His grip on her tail tightened.

“Isn’t a good pet.”

His tone was gentle.

Yet his eyes—

Frozen hellfire.

The fox’s aphrodisiac had taken effect.

But her hypnosis had failed.

Now, beneath her, lay a man—

Body inflamed.

Mind crystal clear.

Violence simmering in his gaze.

She had him pinned.

But from the moment he seized her tail—

She was the one trapped.

Her nine tails quivered.

Her breath hitched.

“…P-Pet?”

Her voice wavered—

Equal parts shock and thrill.

Then—

“Ranyue.”

He called softly.

“Come in.”

Xia Zhiyue’s head snapped up.

Through the waterfall’s mist, a crimson silhouette stepped into the altar.

Nine tails.

White stockings.

Maid dress.

Leather boots.

Golden fox hairpins.

Sharp little fangs.

And—

A dark-gold Phoenix Mark gleaming on her thigh.

“Xia Zhiyue.”

He Ange’s smile widened.

“You always want to be on top.”

“But that spot? Already taken.”

“Tonight…”

His fingers dug into her tail.

“Whoever wins… gets to ride.”

Xia Ranyue approached, cupping her sister’s face with devilish sweetness.

“All my life…”

Her voice was syrup and venom.

“Big Sister was always better than me.”

“But tonight?”

She leaned in, lips brushing Xia Zhiyue’s ear.

“Let’s see whose tails last longer under Master’s touch~”

Then—

With a playful nip, she pulled back, eyes glinting with mischief and challenge.

“My dear, dear Saintess Sister~”

“You’re not…”

“Scared, are you?”