Perhaps it had been too long since their last time, or maybe Yan Zhen was simply too eager. In any case, the novice Evil Consort couldn’t hold out at all, overwhelmed entirely by her senses.
The moment her focus slipped, she could no longer sustain the transformation of her Life Mysterious Power. Thinking it had vanished, Yan Zhen finally released her.
The Evil Consort managed to temporarily escape his dominance and catch her breath. She quickly said, “Yan’er, that’s enough for today. This Palace is feeling a bit tired.”
But Yan Zhen had his eyes fixed on another spot, his face plainly screaming “more, more.”
“Evil Consort Master~”
In the end, the Evil Consort still couldn’t refuse him.
By the time Yan Zhen was fully satisfied, the Evil Consort felt utterly numb all over. Her body burned like fire, every inch of her skin restless and agitated.
She toppled straight backward, gasping for breath in great heaves. Yan Zhen took the opportunity to press down on her, kissing those ruby lips with the sweet taste still lingering on his mouth.
The Evil Consort let out a couple of muffled protests but made no move to resist. She obediently let him kiss her—and after a moment, even began to kiss back.
One step back, then step by step.
As Yan Zhen pushed further, the Evil Consort’s boundaries crumbled lower and lower. She told herself this was all to tame the Flame Emperor, using the excuse to enjoy the intimacy without guilt.
It wasn’t until she felt an unnatural heat building in her lower abdomen that the Evil Consort snapped back to her senses. She clamped her legs together tightly, stopping him from crossing that final line.
“Yan’er, no!”
Yan Zhen looked up at the Evil Consort with pitiful eyes. “But I’m aching, Evil Consort Master.”
With him acting so spoiled, the Evil Consort hesitated. Then her boundaries retreated once more. She rolled them over, putting herself on top.
The beautiful woman shifted aside and lay on her side next to the youth. She carefully recalled fragments of future memories, imitating her future self as she serviced the troublesome boy—until her wrists grew sore and she finally brought that chaotic night to an end.
The two embraced as they slept.
Having achieved Mystic Saint long ago, the Evil Consort had forgotten what sleep even felt like. But since Yan Zhen’s arrival, she had accompanied him twice now.
She slipped into Yan Zhen’s dream once more and found the scene still set in the Fire Refining Starry Sky. But this time, it wasn’t the altar—instead, it was the top of one of the Heavenly Pillars ringing the plaza.
Yan Zhen stood there like a child who had climbed a tree and couldn’t get down, gazing blankly around him.
Then a tall, graceful figure in black and white descended slowly like a savior, her ample bosom proudly thrust forward. She extended a slender white hand toward Yan Zhen, as if to say—
“Come here, Zhen’er. Your master will take you home.”
Yan Zhen happily reached out, his hand about to connect. How could the Evil Consort endure that? She transformed into a beam of black light that pierced through the black-and-white figure, shattering the persistent woman’s soul.
She revealed herself, seized Yan Zhen’s hand, and domineeringly pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly!
“You’re This Palace’s Yan’er. You’re not allowed to go with any other woman!”
Yan Zhen snapped back to awareness and hugged the Evil Consort in return. “Evil Consort Master…”
The night passed without further incident.
When the Evil Consort awoke, Yan Zhen was still snoring away, his handsome little face nearly pressed against her heart. His hot, moist breath kept washing over her delicate skin, sending waves of itchiness through her.
The Evil Consort slowly sat up. Seeing her disheveled, half-naked state, she hurriedly adjusted the garment caught in her arm bend, covering her proud peaks.
Without bothering to tie her sash, she held her collar closed with both hands and teleported directly to the bathhouse in the side hall. She shed the troublesome night robe and sank into the hot pool.
Mystic Saints were untouched by worldly filth and had no real need for baths, but Yan Zhen had gone too far this time. If she didn’t wash up, the scents would linger.
Looking down at the marks still on her chest, the Evil Consort frowned, her gaze turning a bit dazed. The word “like” flickered in her mind, but she shook her head fiercely as if denying it!
“This Palace just wants him devoted in body and soul!” the Evil Consort muttered to herself. “It’s all that fool Chen Xi’s fault for going too far, so This Palace has to make such a huge sacrifice!”
Even as she spoke of “sacrifice,” the corners of the Evil Consort’s mouth curved up slightly, her expression one of smug delight—as if she were the one who had scored a massive bargain!
The Evil Consort waved her hand through the air, and a mirror of light appeared out of nowhere. It showed the figure of Jiu Youyue.
The wretched girl lay sprawled on the bed like a salted fish, seemingly utterly despondent and devoid of hope.
The Evil Consort snorted coldly to herself. At least she knew better. The Evil Consort would let her off for now.
Suddenly, she sensed a blazing aura stealthily approaching. She didn’t need to guess—it was Yan Zhen, and his intentions were obvious. She hurriedly called out, “Yan’er, wait!”
A streak of starlight shot in, dispersing its glow in midair to reveal Yan Zhen’s figure. “Evil Consort Master, I’m coming in!”
Splash!
Yan Zhen leaped straight into the bath, sending up a massive spray of water. The waves surging toward the Evil Consort were automatically blocked by her Mystic Power field. Though her face didn’t get wet, her expression soured all the same.
—This little scoundrel actually dared to barge in while she was bathing? He was getting too bold! Did he think This Palace had no temper?
“Yan’er!” The Evil Consort’s tone sharpened. “This Palace is still bathing. What are you doing in here?”
Yan Zhen paddled eagerly over to her side and sat shoulder-to-shoulder with her. In a small voice, he said, “I want to bathe with you, Evil Consort Master. Can’t I?”
“Of course not.” The Evil Consort covered her ample chest with one arm, displeased. “A young lady’s bath is an intensely private affair. You can’t just come in whenever you please. Do you even have This Palace in your eyes?”
Hearing the Evil Consort’s stern scolding, the smile slowly faded from Yan Zhen’s face. He bowed his head, looking crestfallen. “I-I’m sorry, Evil Consort Master. I got carried away. I-I’ll leave right now.”
He stood up dejectedly, water streaming off him, like a lost child in a rainstorm.
The Evil Consort’s heart twinged. Realizing she’d spoken too harshly, she felt a pang of regret and called out to stop him. “Wait, Yan’er!”
Yan Zhen acted as if he hadn’t heard, planting one foot on the edge as if to leave.
—This little scoundrel, so fragile-hearted!
The Evil Consort reached out with her jade arm, grabbed his and yanked him back into her embrace.
Yan Zhen blinked his innocent big eyes at her. The Evil Consort turned her face away and said coolly, “We’ll let it slide this time. Next time, you must get This Palace’s permission first!”
Only after the words left her mouth did the Evil Consort realize what she’d said. She was dumbfounded. What “next time get permission”? Wasn’t that just indulging his invasions of her privacy? She should have said this wouldn’t happen again!
Sure enough, Yan Zhen’s mood flipped from gloomy to sunny. He nodded vigorously. “Got it. It was my fault this time—I didn’t consider your feelings, Evil Consort Master. Next time before coming in, I’ll definitely ask first. Don’t be mad. Let me scrub your back?”
Seeing Yan Zhen’s obedient expression, the Evil Consort thought it didn’t matter. She could just refuse next time—after all, she held the power.
“No need. This Palace is fine just soaking. You wash yourself, Yan’er.”
“I want to scrub your back, Evil Consort Master.”
“…Do as you like.”
“Hee hee~”
Yan Zhen pushed off from her legs and circled behind her. He placed both hands on her smooth, flawless back and gently rubbed up and down.
Though the Evil Consort felt a bit strange, it wasn’t enough to rattle her. She simply closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed Yan Zhen’s ministrations.
—It felt pretty good. He must service Chen Xi like this too. Too bad—from now on, it would be This Palace’s exclusive treatment!
At that moment, an old woman’s voice echoed in the Evil Consort’s mind: “Evil Consort, something strange has happened outside Dead City. The space has been sealed off.”
The Evil Consort’s eyes snapped open!
