Chapter 122: The Second Time

The night of the Beginning of Spring was still somewhat cold.

The seasons in the Demon Realm were the same as in the cultivation world: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. The Immortal-Slaying Pavilion stood on a mountainside; the Demon Realm was mostly a place of barren soil, so the few areas of lush greenery had long been seized by various factions as their private territories.

Zora reiterated to Vane, "I have a Dao partner now."

It felt as if she were possessing a different kind of relationship for the first time; her tone was slightly upbeat.

Vane smiled submissively. "As do I."

Zora stared at him for a few moments, then turned her head and looked away.

Zora said to the System, "I have a Dao partner now."

The System, having been jerked awake only to hear this sentence: [......]

[......Huh?]

It suspected it had missed two hundred and fifty episodes of the plot. After all, this Host didn't look like someone who could follow the proper steps to form a Union and be together. Furthermore—which of its previous Hosts hadn't gone through eighty-one tribulations before truly being with their target! Breakups and reunions, reunions and breakups; every moment of suffering was a turning point for emotional sublimation. Hosts never tired of it.

Yet, it hadn't expected this blockheaded Host to be so fast. Could this be a blessing in disguise? It had never thought the current Host would be deeply in love with the villain—thinking about it made its scalp tingle; it was simply impossible.

The System said excitedly: [Alright, Host! No problem, Host! Since the conquest is successful, I won't be monitoring the villain's favorability anymore, so I don't know how the villain's feelings for the Host will change in the future.]

[If the Host is worried about his loyalty, the System is ready at any time to provide a 'breakup and reunion' plan.]

Zora: "?"

"You're so troublesome. I have the Master-Servant oath."

[......Uh, that seems true. Sorry? B-but feelings and master-servant relations are a bit different...] The System whispered. [If the Host wants the loyalty of love...]

What’s the difference? Either way, he can’t betray me.

Zora gave an "mhm," and finding nothing more to say, she said, "Sleep."

The System, forced back into slumber: [......]

Zora tilted her head. Vane’s black lashes were lowered, seemingly looking at the rolled-up Union contract in his hand. His fingertips were constantly stroking the edge of the soft paper—he was clearly nervous.

He was always different in front of her, like a clam revealing its soft flesh, showing every weak emotion all at once. After Zora stared for a long time, Vane had to turn his head.

His voice was tense as he asked, "What is it?"

Zora: "I'm looking to see if you look different."

"How could I look different?"

"When I liked you, you became better-looking. So when we become Dao partners, you should become even better-looking."

"..."

Vane seemed dazed for a moment. He pursed his lips tighter, his gaze shifting away for an instant. Just as he was about to turn back, his eyes were met directly with Zora's face leaning in close.

She tilted her head up, her gaze carefully tracing the youth's features. Vane instinctively stiffened his body, but upon realizing, he deliberately relaxed, his brow softening.

He was always very good at presenting himself. With his eyes lowered, only she existed in those dark depths. His thin lips curled up slightly; the philtrum of the youth wasn't large, but it was very distinct if one looked closely—like a refined piece of jade, diluting his sharp edge.

As Zora watched, she eventually rested her chin on the left side of his chest. She could only see his beautiful jawline, his skin reflecting the soft moonlight like a gentle veil. He seemed to stop smiling and tilted his head toward her.

Very good-looking. Zora reached out and squeezed with satisfaction. He followed the motion and nuzzled her palm.

Neither spoke; they sat quietly for a while. Zora felt she needed to sleep, so she jumped down and walked back to her own room.

The Pavilion Master had been abruptly replaced by a new one, and the Immortal-Slaying Pavilion was completely unprepared. Fearing that the original servants might offend her, they simply tidied her room once and quietly retreated.

When Zora entered the room, it was empty. Vane placed the Union contract reverently into a sandalwood box with a seal, then put it into his storage bag. He paused, then added another layer of sealing outside the storage bag.

Most of those seals were based on extremely complex mathematics; they appeared one by one and then vanished. Zora cast a glance and then looked away as if it were nothing.

She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes directly. Just as she was about to lie down, she saw Vane following her silently. Although he looked the same as usual—expressionless and very calm—she felt as if little flowers were popping up all around him, a faint sense of happiness.

"You..."

Go back to your own room today.

Just as Zora was about to say this, the youth glanced out the window, pursed his lips, and drew near. He crouched by the bed and looked up at her, saying, "It's already the midnight hour. So, it's the second day of us being Dao partners."

"Mhm..." Zora was dazed for a moment, then thought about it. "Right."

Vane's thick, dark eyes seemed to hold fragments of light. His lashes trembled, and his voice was calm yet covertly filled with expectation, giving an illusion of vulnerability.

"...Regarding what happened in the tree just now, can you reward me one more time?"

When Zora had kissed him, it was truly unexpected. It was like that every time, causing Vane's head to spin; it ended before he could even process it. That innocent, clumsy, and rash kiss had happened only a short while ago, yet recalling it now felt like a dream.

He said, "I can do better."

"Is that so? Alright then." Zora recalled for a moment; she didn't find kissing particularly special, so she was curious about the "better" he mentioned.

Immediately, she felt the bed beside her sink. He stood up slightly, his hands propped on the edge of the bed. Outside the window, a cool breeze brushed past and the moonlight was dim. The silhouette of the girl sitting on the bed was obscured by the leaning youth; his black robes bunched at the edge of the bed, an atmosphere of intimacy rising.

Vane’s touch was very light; Zora only felt a warm softness sticking to her lips. In the silent darkness, he gave a tentative lick.

Zora was startled and nearly bit him, but she was quickly quieted by his small, repetitive licks. She wasn't a blank slate; she had "seen the pig run" even if she hadn't "eaten the pork," but knowing was one thing, and truly experiencing it was another.

Vane was keenly sensitive to her emotional changes. He brushed against her lips, like a safe and harmless animal, licking occasionally with a very gentle force. Zora closed her eyes from the licking, tilting her head back slightly. At the moment their breaths truly mingled, she felt a sense of drowning.

Then, that strange emotion of being submerged in water gradually faded under his slow, soothing licks. One of his knees had at some point rested on the edge of the bed. The licking was silent. Her lips were wet, a bit itchy, and a bit numb.

Having adapted to this never-before-experienced intimacy that was no longer just superficial skin contact, Zora soon acted as if she were curious and had learned the way. After he withdrew his tongue, she licked him. There was no taste, only temperature and touch—so vivid they could make one ignore everything else.

Zora licked him once, and he stayed still. There was only a sliver of distance between their lips, almost touching. After a moment, Zora licked him again. Just as she withdrew, he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her lips before pulling back a little.

Zora made an "mhm" sound, finding it interesting. She licked a second time. He didn't kiss; he also licked in return.

In the darkness, Zora’s arm was hooked around his shoulder, her sleeve sliding down to her elbow with the movement, revealing her pale forearm. Amidst their mingling breaths, they unknowingly drew closer and closer.

It was unclear who started it, but by the time the moonlight crawled onto the edge of the table, they were already in a deep kiss. Licking each other like a clumsy trial, it gradually deepened. Within moments, the faint heat gave rise to a specific competitive spirit, as if it were play.

A game unique to the two of them.

Vane was pressed down, the flesh of his lip bitten open. He fell to the floor with a muffled groan, acting as Zora’s cushion. The taste of blood spread between their lips. He knew this was like a martial contest; there was no need for submissiveness, only to meet the challenge.

Just as Zora released his thin, bleeding lips, her vision blurred. Vane flipped over and took the opportunity to press her down instead. Unlike her earlier lack of concern, he pushed her down smoothly; Zora felt no pain.

Vane didn't bite her lip; he merely cunningly licked the roof of her mouth.

"...!" So, so itchy.

Zora made a muffled sound, grabbing his hair. Her shoeless feet also knew how to comfortably step on his robes scattered on the floor, yet he was still licking, becoming increasingly clingy. ...It was truly so itchy; she had discovered for the first time that licking the roof of the mouth was this ticklish.

The robes beneath her feet crumpled. After a while, Zora directly lunged at him. The door of the room was behind Vane; he didn't hit the floor, his back hitting the door with a loud

thud

.

Neither used spiritual power; it was purely like play, pressing against each other.

Vane moved no more, sitting against the door. Zora lay in his embrace, the tops of her feet and the surface of her legs pressed against the soft fabric of his robes. She also licked the roof of his mouth.

But he could endure it, as if he felt no itch. On the contrary, it was Zora who first couldn't stand the ticklishness. Before she could lose her temper, Vane stopped and softened his touch, becoming clingy and inseparable; every part of her mouth was attended to.

Zora squinted her eyes in comfort and moved no more. He had quickly mastered the technique, becoming more and more proficient as the heat rose.

After a long while, Zora’s brain, which was a bit too comfortable, cleared slightly. She still felt a bit itchy and, in her muddled state, remembered to retaliate, biting the wound on the corner of his lip quite hard.

Vane didn't pause for a second, as if he felt no pain. Only the taste of blood dispersed between their lips.