Vixen (18+)

Under the light of the full moon, Lang Huan sat cross-legged, trying to steady her breath and focus her inner force. Ever since she'd been poisoned—twice—she hadn't dared to slack off anymore.

But something felt wrong tonight.

Two conflicting energies—one icy cold, the other searing hot—were colliding inside her. Suddenly, the heat surged, overwhelming the cold. Her skin flushed, sweat gathered at her temples, and it felt like her body was burning from the inside out.

 She gritted her teeth. The heat was unbearable—so intense she almost wanted to rip her clothes off just to cool down. 

Lang Huan dashed toward the bamboo house and leapt in through the window of the princess's room. Her sudden appearance startled the shadow guard nearby.

Feng Yao, who had just been getting ready for bed, gasped in surprise when Lang Huan appeared out of nowhere.

The guard turned quickly. "Your Highness, should I—Young Master Ye—?"

"It's fine," Feng Yao said calmly, cutting her off.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked Lang Huan over—flushed cheeks, pupils turning blue. She stepped closer and gently touched her forehead.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Lang Huan flinched slightly at the cool touch of Feng Yao's hand.

"Is it the aphrodisiac again?" Feng Yao asked.

Lang Huan shook her head. Feng Yao followed her gaze—and only then did she realize Lang Huan was staring at her body. She looked down and remembered she was only wearing a thin, transparent gauze robe that revealed both her skin and underwear.

Now, Lang Huan wasn't just suffering from heat brought on by training. Coming to Feng Yao's room had clearly been a mistake.

Feng Yao met her gaze. When Lang Huan's pupils turned black, they were calm, gentle, like the surface of a still lake. But when that blue pupil appeared, it was wild, fierce, burning like fire.

That burning, obsessive look—made Feng Yao's heart pound. She couldn't stop the rising urge to take control, to conquer this wild, intoxicating heat standing in front of her.

She deliberately reached up and tugged at the tie of her gauze robe. The delicate fabric slipped off her shoulder, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her collarbone and upper arm.

Lang Huan smirked, the corner of her lips curling up before she suddenly scooped Feng Yao into her arms.

"You'll be crying later," she said with teasing voice—then fiercely threw her down onto the bed.

Feng Yao gasped, her breath catching as she propped herself up slightly, her body half-laying down. Lang Huan leaned in and kissed her deeply—transferring her inner Qi through the kiss, letting the warmth flow from her lips into Feng Yao's body.

Lang Huan's eyes darkened as they settled on the phoenix-patterned pink silk bellyband wrapped around Feng Yao's torso. It clung to her curves like a secret waiting to be revealed. Her fingers itched to tear it off—she wanted to see the spring hidden beneath the silk.

She ripped the bellyband and tossed it carelessly to the floor.

Feng Yao didn't even blush. The burning lust in Lang Huan's gaze only fueled her boldness. She bit her lower lip, eyes locked with Lang Huan's, and slowly ran her hands down her own body—tracing from the curve of her neck, over her breasts, then down to her stomach. Her fingers slid beneath her panties… and pushed them down.

Little vixen," She undressed and pressed her body down against Feng Yao's. Their skin met, warm and electric, as they lay tangled together on the bed.

She leaned in and began kissing Feng Yao's lips—slow, deep, and lingering—before trailing down to her neck, leaving a line of heat with every touch of her tongue. Her mouth moved lower, reaching Feng Yao's chest, where her lips found the soft swell of her breast.

Lang Huan's hands gently kneaded her, her fingers pinching and rolling the hardened red bud. Her tongue circled it slowly, teasing it with soft licks before drawing it into her mouth and sucking gently.

Feng Yao's breath grew uneven. She let out a quiet gasp and wrapped her arms around Lang Huan's head, holding her closer, silently begging for more.

Her fingers reached up and pulled out Lang Huan's jade hairpin. Silky strands of black hair spilled down like water. In that moment, both women's hair fell freely—dark, soft, and tangled together as their bodies pressed close, skin to skin, limbs intertwined in growing heat and desire.

Her hand slid down from Feng Yao's breast, tracing the curve of her body until it reached that sensitive spot between her thighs. Lang Huan gave a mischievous smile, bringing her wet fingers to her lips. She licked them slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked with Feng Yao's the whole time.

Feng Yao's cheeks flushed at the sight, her breath catching in her throat. Lang Huan leaned to her ear, kiss and lick her earlobe, her finger circles the hidden pearl in the flower petal, making her hips tremble.

Feng Yao bit down on her knuckles, trying to muffle the moan that escaped her lips. "Nghh…"

Lang Huan slipped one finger in just a little, then paused, her voice low and breathless.

"May I?"

Feng Yao cupped Lang Huan's face gently, her eyes serious despite the flush on her cheeks. She nodded—but her voice was firm, warning.

"You're not allowed to leave me. Or betray me." Her fingers tightened slightly. "If you do… I'll kill you with my own hands."

Lang Huan's heart trembled at those word. She leaned in and kissed her, slow and tender, as her finger eased in little by little.

The tightness inside made Feng Yao flinch. Her body tensed, and a small whimper left her lips from the pain.

Lang Huan leaned close, whispering softly against her ear, "Just bear it a little… it'll feel better soon."

Her touch was gentle, but when she reached the delicate barrier, she hesitated only for a moment—then pushed through.

Feng Yao gasped sharply and bit down on Lang Huan's shoulder, her brows furrowed in pain.

"It hurts…"

 Lang Huan held her close, soothing her with soft kisses and warm breath, waiting until her body relaxed against her again.

Lang Huan moved slowly, her finger thrusting in and out in a gentle rhythm, letting Feng Yao's body adjust. After a moment, she slipped in a second finger.

Feng Yao let out a sharp breath, gritting her teeth. "Damn you… one finger already hurt, and you still added another…"

Lang Huan just smiled against her skin, her touch never stopping.

But soon, the pain began to melt into pleasure, warmth curling low in her belly. A sweet moan finally escaped Feng Yao's lips, soft at first… then louder.

She clung to Lang Huan tightly, fingers digging into her back. As the pleasure surged, her nails scraped down Lang Huan's skin, leaving faint trails in their wake.

"Ah… Lang Huan… ahh…"

Hearing that, Lang Huan quickened her pace, her long fingers now moving deeper, her strokes hitting just the right spot. Feng Yao's back arched, her breath catching again and again as wave after wave washed over her.

She felt like she was floating like a kite soaring into the sky. Her body tensed all at once.

"Ahh!" she cried out, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes from the sweet release.

Lang Huan felt the rhythmic pulsing around her fingers and smiled softly, knowing her lover had finally reached her peak.

Outside the room, the female guards, A Li, and Qiu Yue had all gone stiff at the sound of soft moans leaking through the bamboo walls. Their faces turned bright red. None of them were married, and none had ever been entangled in a love affair—yet they didn't need to be experts to guess what was happening inside.

A Li cleared her throat awkwardly, then turned to the shadow guards with a sharp look. "No one is allowed to talk about this." The guards immediately nodded, eyes wide, ears burning—but not daring to say a thing.

inside, Lang Huan pressed her lips to Feng Yao's neck again, trailing soft kisses down to her chest. She sucked gently at her skin, leaving behind faint strawberry marks that bloomed against her smooth jade skin.

The two of them were still tangled in passion, still chasing the heat that had taken hold of them.

Lang Huan gently parted and bent Feng Yao's legs and pressed her most sensitive spot against her, their bodies aligning perfectly. Feng Yao, lying beneath her, wrapped her arms around Lang Huan's neck.

As Lang Huan began to move, the friction between them sent fresh waves of pleasure through both their bodies. The moans that had briefly faded came back.

Feng Yao trembled, blooming under every touch, every movement. And as her body tightened, Lang Huan felt herself reaching the peak as well.

When everything finally ended, they were both breathing heavily, their skin covered in sweat. Lang Huan lay down beside her, and they hugged each other tightly.

Morning was almost here, and they decided not to sleep.

"Lang Huan… I love you," Feng Yao whispered.

Hearing those words made Lang Huan smile from ear to ear. Usually, the eldest princess only said, "I like you." So hearing "I love you" felt like a rare treasure—something sacred that she almost never said.

How she melted this beautiful iceberg. She had a cold temperament—not just cold-hearted, but cold-blooded too. Always distant, hard to approach.

Lang Huan had been in a relationship in her previous world—with a mature woman more than ten years older than her.

No matter how strong or cold a woman seems, there's always a gentle side hidden beneath the surface.

Maybe it was her shamelessness, the way she acted like a spoiled child, and her sense of humor—those were her secret weapons in melting the heart of the eldest princess.

Qiu Yue and A Li, who had known her best, were always shocked whenever they heard her sudden bursts of laughter.

The eldest princess was extremely possessive and jealous. To her, breakups didn't exist—only death. But Lang Huan truly loved her, and she was ready to accept every part of her.

"I love you too…"