Gazing at his stunningly beautiful fiancée so close at hand, Yan Zhen was momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Yan Meng’er had willingly donned the collar to become his slave, so he could afford to be a bit bold with her. Over the past few days of interaction, he’d grown somewhat accustomed to it.
But Huangfu Wenqing was different. She was the esteemed eldest miss of the Huangfu family, with the status of a county princess to boot, and they weren’t all that familiar yet. How could he possibly take advantage of her?
If Huangfu Xiong found out… Well, the old grandpa seemed to support them getting a little intimate anyway.
In any case, he needed to extricate himself from this awkward situation first.
One Yan Meng’er was already pushing him to his limits. Adding Huangfu Wenqing into the mix might actually turn him into a beast!
“Yan Zhen.”
Huangfu Wenqing’s cheeks burned bright red, her moist eyes conveying a sense of urgency. Maintaining this posture that resembled an invitation to intimacy was utterly mortifying for a pure-hearted girl in both her past and present lives.
“Um, maybe we should call it off? Let’s just get to know each other better first, build some feelings, and save these intimate little games for later.”
But upon hearing this, Huangfu Wenqing immediately looked aggrieved.
“Are you saying that your feelings for Yan Meng’er are deeper? That it wouldn’t work with me? Is that it?”
Uh…
“Of course,” Yan Meng’er said, releasing Yan Zhen’s finger from her mouth. “Meng’er and Cousin Yan Zhen have over a decade of shared history. How could you, a fiancée we’ve barely met, compare? Besides, Meng’er is now Cousin Yan Zhen’s little slave girl. This kind of intimate game is only for master and servant— you don’t get a turn, right, Cousin?”
Yan Meng’er words were a bit pointed, but Yan Zhen nodded along anyway, hoping Huangfu Wenqing would back off and stop derailing the engagement divorce plot any further.
If things got any more chaotic, he’d want to quit the act altogether!
In the face of Yan Meng’er’s mockery, Huangfu Wenqing clenched her teeth, suppressing the urge to punch her. Half in defiance and half in earnest, she declared, “So what if it’s being a slave? Then I’ll become Yan Zhen’s slave too. After all, once I marry him, I’ll have to serve him anyway!”
What? Yan Zhen was stunned. He hadn’t expected Huangfu Wenqing to go this far.
Wasn’t she supposed to be the haughty genius eldest miss? Was her character setting collapsing too hard? Was it her, or was the script the problem?
“You? Hah.” Yan Meng’er sneered disdainfully, pointing to the exquisite pink collar around her neck. “See this? It’s the proof that Meng’er and Cousin Yan Zhen are bound together. Meng’er can obey any command from Cousin Yan Zhen without question. You? Heh.”
Such biting sarcasm, dear cousin~ Yan Zhen inwardly gave her a thumbs-up. Surely Huangfu Wenqing would yield now?
Huangfu Wenqing merely glanced at it before sneering back, “It’s just a third-tier Mystic artifact, a shoddy thing that’d shatter at a touch. What’s there to brag about?”
With her past life’s discerning eye, a third-tier Mystic artifact was indeed trash.
“Then do you have one?” Yan Meng’er dismissed it. “Sour grapes~”
“Hmph. Just watch.”
With that, Huangfu Wenqing flipped over her fair hand. Her storage ring glinted, and a small vial containing a pink, glowing liquid appeared in her palm.
“What’s that?”
Yan Meng’er felt a vague sense of familiarity upon seeing it.
Huangfu Wenqing lifted her chin and uncorked the vial with one hand.
“Yan Zhen, lend me a drop of blood.”
Without waiting for a reply, she pried open the hand Yan Zhen had around Yan Meng’er. A wisp of mystic qi sliced across the pad of his index finger like a blade, drawing a drop of blood that she let fall into the vial.
The pink liquid inside bubbled slightly, releasing wisps of pink mist with a sweet, fragrant aroma.
Huangfu Wenqing took a deep breath, then downed the entire contents in one gulp.
“Mm…”
No sooner had she swallowed than changes began. She hugged her chest with both arms, trembling lightly as her legs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other as if enduring something intense.
Soon, both Yan Zhen and Yan Meng’er clearly saw a pink glow emanating from her lower abdomen, shining through her dress.
Yan Meng’er finally remembered, exclaiming in shock, “Could that be ‘Desire Demon Blood’? You actually have something like that!”
Yan Zhen didn’t know what Desire Demon Blood was, but judging by the “demon” in the name, it didn’t sound good at all. What on earth was Huangfu Wenqing planning?
He had just wondered this when the answer revealed itself the next moment.
Huangfu Wenqing’s face flushed as she shyly lifted the hem of her dress just enough to expose her smooth, flat abdomen.
On what should have been flawless white skin appeared a pink, heart-shaped pattern.
Holy crap!
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. As a total pervert, he was all too familiar with something like this.
Huangfu Wenqing pursed her lips; her pupils faintly took on a heart shape, brimming with seductive charm that threatened to spill over.
“Now, I’m your slave too, Yan Zhen.”
Her voice was as soft and faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
This was the first time Huangfu Wenqing had ever displayed such shy and adorable vulnerability.
Hearing her words, Yan Zhen vaguely sensed he could control her. Curious, he followed the instinct and willed a strange thought.
“Mm~”
Huangfu Wenqing let out a seductive moan. The pink demon mark on her abdomen glowed faintly. She seemed to lose all strength, collapsing to the floor before leaning into Yan Zhen’s lap, panting softly. Then she lifted her head, gazing up at him with resentful eyes.
“…”
Yan Zhen froze. Had he gone too far?
Even Yan Meng’er was stunned.
Using Desire Demon Blood as the medium to forge a blood contract between them, reducing one party to the absolute X-slave of the other.
This was a rare treasure those lecherous mystic cultivators used to control their cauldrons. Not only did it ensure total obedience, it could even manipulate their senses—far superior to Yan Meng’er’s modified third-tier collar!
Sour grapes.
Yan Meng’er blinked, her tone softening. “W-where’d you get that treasure? Get me one too.”
Having finally turned the tables after being on the back foot, Huangfu Wenqing felt triumphant and let out a proud hum.
This was something she’d prepared long ago.
Huangfu Wenqing cherished this second chance at life immensely. She didn’t just want to avert the tragic end she’d shared with her master in her previous life—she also wanted to atone to Yan Zhen for the harm they’d caused him.
This “Desire Demon Mark” was part of her atonement.
She’d originally planned to surprise him with it after they officially confirmed their relationship, but using it early worked just fine. At least she wouldn’t have to put up with this arrogant little bitch any longer!
“Yan Zhen.”
“Y-Yes!”
“Now, can I too?”
“…”
Yan Zhen’s mouth twitched; he really wanted to slap himself. But Huangfu Wenqing gave him no chance. She grabbed his hand and took the still-bleeding index finger into her mouth, gently licking the tiny wound.
Not to be outdone, Yan Meng’er bit down on his other hand.
One girl sat on his lap, another leaned against his feet, and both hands were enveloped in the girls’ fragrant warmth.
Yet Yan Zhen felt no joy at all.
It was over. He’d played too big, and everything had gone off the rails!
Look at this scene—it wasn’t some no-harem power fantasy world at all. It was straight out of a hentai manga!
He’d botched the performance!
【Ding! System Warm Reminder: Host has successfully been dumped by his fiancée. Keep up the good work—boldly propose the Two-Year Battle Pact to your ex-fiancée next!】
Suddenly, the System’s voice rang in his mind, leaving him to slowly form a “?” in his thoughts.
Uh… …wut?