Volume 1, Chapter 23 – Sister, Mark Me!
"Sister Shiyuan, why are you staying so far away from Ah Xi?"
The little fox demon's face flushed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Seated on the bed, she smiled sweetly, her delicate hands clutching Song Shiyuan's sleeve like a vine entwining a sturdy tree.
She clung to the female sword practitioner, her presence innocent yet beguiling.
"Little fox demon, wake up! Can you hear me?" Song Shiyuan exclaimed, urgency lacing her tone as she grasped the demon's wrist.
"Wuuuu… Sister Shiyuan, you're hurting Ah Xi."
The frail little fox's eyes brimmed with tears, her soft, sweet voice a gentle lure, brushing against Song Shiyuan's senses like a whisper of silk.
The delicate skin on her wrist, caught in the sword practitioner's grip, turned a rosy hue.
As Song Shiyuan felt that softness, the yang energy within her, which was already agitated by the pheromones, surged, igniting like a fuse.
Panic flickered in her eyes, and she released the little fox demon as if her hand was electrocuted.
A throbbing sensation swelled in her lower abdomen dantian, an insatiable urge rippling through her body.
Her legs instinctively clamped together, a futile attempt to contain the rising tide of desire.
Without the sword practitioner's restraint, the little fox demon melted against her.
The intoxicating scent enveloped Song Shiyuan, wrapping around her like a silken shroud.
Heat coursed through her, igniting every nerve. She unconsciously parting her lips, her breath turning heavy and labored, saliva pooling in her mouth.
Wet and moist.
The little fox demon beside her felt like a succulent morsel, tempting her to bite and savor every drop of her essence.
The sensation was foreign. It pushed her toward a wild, primal instinct that threatened to overwhelm her reason.
The fox demon's pheromones were terrifying!
It was even more potent than before!
The little fox demon wriggled against her, her slender legs entwining, rubbing against her with an unintentional grace.
Her clothing slipped away, revealing smooth, snow-white skin—shoulders delicate as porcelain, a collarbone that beckoned the gaze, and soft, supple curves igniting a fire within.
It was as if oil had been poured onto flames.
"Little fox demon…" Song Shiyuan shut her eyes, unwilling to confront the temptation before her.
She fought to maintain her last shred of reason, her voice a strained whisper: "Stop!"
Lu Zhuxin opened her eyes, clarity shining through.
She nestled against Song Shiyuan's neck, resting her small face on her shoulder, amusement dancing in her gaze at the sword practitioner's flustered demeanor.
"System, system! Look at Song the Masseuse—she's showing such an expression!"
The Sword Sect junior sister's face was a fascinating tapestry of emotions at this moment.
Nervousness, fluster, confusion, conflict, and at a loss.
Desire and reason clashed within her.
Wanting yet not daring.
This was not the confident, outspoken Sword Sect junior sister who usually commanded attention.
Even in Lu Zhuxin's original narrative, she had always navigated life with ease, effortlessly handling the male lead's many concubines with a laugh.
She even strategized for the male lead's harem without breaking a sweat.
Someone like her had never experienced such a predicament.
But now, the sword practitioner before Lu Zhuxin was just an inexperienced girl, grappling with unfamiliar desires that stirred within her.
The instinct to succumb clashed violently with the urge to resist.
"The fox demon's pheromones setting is truly effective," Lu Zhuxin mused, communicating with the system.
Initially, the fox demon's pheromones were meant to add a sensual touch. Now, they served as a tool to shake the heroine's convictions.
It has to be said. It was undeniably effective.
But the system remained silent.
"No way, it actually blocked me?"
Still no response.
Amusement appeared in Lu Zhuxin's eyes as she smirked.
She turned her attention back to Song Shiyuan, reaching out to gently caress her cheek, tracing the delicate contours of her face.
"It seems I can only go this far…"
At this moment, Song Shiyuan's feelings for the little fox demon were rooted in sympathy, pity, and a sense of responsibility as a righteous person.
Her affection, however, was far from sufficient to compel her to offer her body and soul.
And then there was Song Shixuan, the male lead, looming in the background.
Closing the windows and locking the door earlier had clearly not been for anything sensual. Perhaps it was to conceal the special massage technique of the sword practitioner, or perhaps she had other intentions altogether.
In any case, winning over Song Shiyuan wouldn't be straightforward.
Boasting was one thing; Lu Zhuxin understood that all too well.
"If I push too hard, this girl might just draw her sword against the fox to defend her chastity."
Lu Zhuxin knew Song Shiyuan well. If pushed to her limit, she would not hesitate to act.
"But don't worry, take it slow. I will make you accept me," Lu Zhuxin whispered to herself, a mischievous grin creeping onto her face.
"After all, I've put in so much effort for so long. Before all of that, let me savor some sweetness first."
Lu Zhuxin climbed onto Song Shiyuan's neck, leaning her small face close, and gently bit the corner of Song Shiyuan's lip.
A fragrant scent enveloped the air.
"Hiss!"
Startled, Song Shiyuan leaped back, as if a cat's tail had been stepped on.
Clang! The silvery soulbound sword materialized in her hand.
"What are you doing?!" she hissed, her cheeks burning as she stared at the little fox demon before her.
What greeted her were the little fox demon's crimson eyes, glistening with tears.
"Sorry! Wuuu… Ah Xi couldn't help it!!"
Tears streamed down the little fox demon's face, small pearls falling one after another.
"You…"
Song Shiyuan opened her mouth to say something, but the sight of the little fox demon softened her resolve again.
She simply couldn't bear to see anyone cry, especially a girl.
Sword practitioners might be tough on the outside, but they were often gentle inside.
The little fox was just a silly idiot, lost to her primal instincts.
Could she really be blamed for that?
"It's Ah Xi's fault. Sister Shiyuan can beat Ah Xi or scold her as she should."
The little fox demon sobbed, her gaze flitting nervously to the soulbound sword in Song Shiyuan's grip.
A clear expression of fear crossed her features.
"Can you not kill Ah Xi?"
"Sister Shiyuan, Ah Xi doesn't want to die."
Song Shiyuan was at a loss for words.
Her instinct to draw the sword had been purely reflexive, and she struggled to find the right explanation.
"No, actually I…"
As she opened her mouth, that familiar scent wafted through the air again, igniting the familiar urge rising from her dantian.
Song Shiyuan felt her face flush, desperately trying to suppress the overwhelming heat.
She bit her lower lip, trying to regain her composure. "Now that you've calmed down, why don't you find a way to solve this?"
"If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself either…"
Before she could finish, the little fox demon raised her jade arm, which had just been pinched red.
Then bit down fiercely on her own wrist.
The fox's sharp teeth punctured the skin, drawing blood in one bite.
Bright red droplets trickled down her arm, staining the bedsheet like scattered plum blossoms, creating a hazy, crimson patch.
Her face remained flushed with desire; it seemed only pain could tether her to reason.
"Sorry… Ah Xi really couldn't help it…"
The little fox demon cried out, but the pheromones on her body showed no signs of dissipating, instead, it became even more fragrant and intoxicating.
"Sister Shiyuan…"
The little fox demon looked up, her eyes brimming with tears.
She revealed her round, fragrant shoulders and the delicate curve of her snow-white neck.
"Please use your pure yang energy."
"Mark me…"