Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 42: Peng Sword Immortal's Memoirs 2: The Saintess with a Strong Desire to Conquer

Pei Yuhang was being forcefully kissed by Shang Miaoyan. This violent, coercive kiss was completely different from the shy, tentative ones he'd shared with Qianqian. There was no genuine affection, only the release of the purest, rawest desire.

Knowing he couldn't push Shang Miaoyan away, a fierce look flashed in Pei Yuhang's eyes. He bit down hard, and the rusty taste of blood spread through his mouth.

For the first time, surprise flickered in Shang Miaoyan's eyes. It was as if this wolf, in the midst of devouring a little lamb, had never imagined the lamb would bite back.

Pei Yuhang's action ignited her competitive drive.

'You bite me once, I'll bite you ten times!'

Her sharp teeth mercilessly bit through Pei Yuhang's lip, causing fine beads of blood to seep out.

The first taste of blood was just the signal for her assault. Her teeth snapped open and shut like a bloodthirsty shark's, eager to inflict more wounds on her prey.

Her tongue licked at the metallic taste of fresh blood.

Her heart had never beaten so fast.

Her snow-white skin had never been covered in so much sticky sweat.

Shang Miaoyan didn't know what this feeling was. She only knew that right now, she didn't want Pei Yuhang to leave her side for even an instant.

She clung desperately to the beautiful youth who would rather die than submit, inseparable like two powerfully attracted magnets.

Wracked with pain, Pei Yuhang clenched his fists and bit back, refusing to be defeated.

Gradually, blood stained the floor and dyed their clothes red.

By the time Shang Miaoyan came to her senses, the beautiful youth beneath her, already incredibly weak, had completely passed out.

At that moment, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a giant hand, and a strange panic washed over her.

The feeling was vaguely familiar.

When Shang Miaoyan was a child, she had a cute little puppy. She cherished it, treating the puppy as her most precious playmate.

But soon after, the Sect Leader tied the dog up with a rope and threw it in front of her.

"Miaoyan, the world calls us Yin Yang Dao Cultivators promiscuous. But only we ourselves know how cold-blooded cultivating the Yin Yang Dao truly makes us.

A Cultivator of the Yin Yang Dao needs no emotion, nor can they have any attachments."

"Now, stab this dog to death with your own hands. Afterward, you will bury it with your own hands."

That day, Shang Miaoyan's hands were stained with blood for the first time.

History seemed to repeat itself. Not long ago, the Sect Leader had said something similar to her.

"Miaoyan, by rights, the first Cauldron Slave to take your virginity should be killed by your own hand, lest a flaw be left in your Dao Heart.

But this Giant Sun Saint Body is far too precious. It would be a waste to kill him after only one use. You should use him until you reach Divinity Transformation, after all his Giant Yang Qi has been completely drained.

At that time, you must use the most painful torture in the world to kill him, thereby tempering your Dao Heart."

The Sect Leader's voice faded in her ears, while Pei Yuhang's weakening breaths grew clearer and clearer.

At that moment, as Shang Miaoyan looked at the blood-soaked Pei Yuhang, she suddenly thought he looked just like her little puppy.

'This time, I don't want to bury him.'

...

Pei Yuhang groggily opened his eyes. It was only after seeing the ceiling—an extravagant Gem Star Map inlaid with colorful Liuli gems—that he realized he was lying in Shang Miaoyan's bed.

His eyes widened, and he began to check his clothes.

When he found that his clothes had been completely changed, his expression darkened.

At the same time, Pei Yuhang noticed with humiliation that a leather collar was now fastened around his neck.

The collar couldn't be removed. When he tried to forcibly pull it off, it emitted an electric current that made his entire body go numb and tingle painfully.

'This is… Aisi Aimu?!'

Pei Yuhang clenched his fists. He'd never imagined he would encounter something like this in the Otherworld.

'In my past life, I wouldn't have given hardcore genres like this a second glance, not even when I was looking for stuff to jerk off to!'

'Even when I did, I stuck to wholesome, innocent romance!'

'Minotaurs and that sort of thing are the absolute worst!'

Suddenly finding himself on Shang Miaoyan's bed sent Pei Yuhang's mind racing with wild thoughts.

His thoughts were only interrupted when a slender figure in a bathrobe appeared in his peripheral vision.

A few crystal-clear water droplets clung to her skin, which was fair with a healthy, pinkish glow.

Her bare feet padded across the spotless wooden floor, leaving a trail of delicate, wet footprints.

As Shang Miaoyan drew closer, the fragrance of her hair wafted into Pei Yuhang's nose.

"What did you do to me?"

Pei Yuhang pointed to the collar on his neck, his expression grave.

Shang Miaoyan took some clothes from the wardrobe and began to change right in front of him. Pei Yuhang, who had been about to question her, was forced to look away.

"Don't worry, I didn't take your Primordial Yang while you were unconscious. I told you, I need you to offer up your virgin Yang body willingly."

Shang Miaoyan, now in a gauze skirt, lifted a jade-white ankle. Water still dripped from her tender toes, round as pearls. After channeling her Spiritual Qi to evaporate the moisture, she picked up a pair of thin, black silk stockings and began to put them on.

"Then what's this collar on my neck…?"

Shang Miaoyan didn't answer Pei Yuhang's question right away. She was focused on pulling on her stockings.

Her small, delicate foot slid in first. Her toes reached the top of the thin, black stocking. With a slight lift of her fingertips, she easily pulled the stocking up her entire slender, beautiful leg, concealing its dazzling whiteness beneath the black fabric.

Like the cold gleam of a sword's edge being sheathed.

SNAP—

As Shang Miaoyan released the top of the stocking, the highly elastic fabric snapped tight, digging into the flesh of her thigh.

Hearing the crisp sound as the stocking mercilessly whipped against her flesh, Pei Yuhang couldn't help but think that if she were to take it off now, he would see a fresh red mark indented on her thigh.

Just as Pei Yuhang averted his gaze and let his mind wander unconsciously, Shang Miaoyan spoke.

"That collar means that from now on, you're my puppy."

"Huh?"

Pei Yuhang's mouth fell open reflexively. He wondered if he had misheard.

"I said, from now on, you're my puppy!"

Shang Miaoyan clenched her fist and gave a gentle tug. The collar on Pei Yuhang's neck seemed to be pulled by an invisible chain, causing his body to fall uncontrollably toward her.

"Demoness! Take this thing off me—"

Shang Miaoyan caught Pei Yuhang, smothering his impending stream of "witticisms" against her generous, milky-scented bosom.

She smiled, stroking Pei Yuhang's hair, and whispered, "I won't let you leave my side this time."

"And even if you do leave, I'll just find you and bring you back~!"