Great Love Immortal Venerate: Why are all my fairies yandere?

She had accidentally let her mind wander back to the storybook she read yesterday, forgetting what she originally meant to say.

No, that wasn't right, she had only meant to scare him with her sword, but she got distracted and drew her blade without thinking.

"I concede!"

White Ink said, his heart pounding with fear.

He had never greeted Mu Qianyan before and had initially thought she was someone weak and bullyable, but now it seemed she was nothing short of a volatile demon lord.

While most people would at least wait to exchange harsh words before taking action, she had skipped even that step, which was quite frightening.

"...Not speaking anymore?"

Just as Mu Qianyan was about to sheathe her sword, she seemed to remember something and propped the blade back against his neck.

"No more words, I won't say another word," White Ink said quickly, eyeing the sharp edge at his throat.

Starting a fight just to set the pace was not worth it.

After all, the outcome was destined.

No matter how brilliant he was now, he was doomed to be a shooting star before dawn, gleaming only for a moment.

"Alright then."

She nodded, her expression serious and inscrutable.

The Palace Master of Qiushui Shengong couldn't help but suppress a smile at the scene; she hadn't expected Mu Qianyan to choose such a method to solve the problem, although, to some extent, it was indeed the quickest way.

But... such a method would surely provoke dissatisfaction among other Sects.

...

The delicate Jade Foot in his mouth was like a wriggling Snow Silkworm, or a shrimp shedding its shell; while it brought a thrilling sensation, it also caused a slight discomfort. Xu Yuan watched with a cool and detached gaze, enduring the discomfort in his throat.

He was unclear what her purpose was in doing this, but he knew she would eventually reveal her intentions.

Lin Qingque's gaze was drunkenly hazy, her eyes half-closed, and a seductive blush spread across her beautiful face. She could feel a layer of glistening sweat beginning to coat her body.

If this continued, she would probably collapse on him.

But Xu Yuan showed no reaction.

"Forget it, it's over."

Lin Qingque humphed and slowly withdrew her hand.

What a pig.

"It's over?"

Xu Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief; he wasn't some practitioner of heartless asceticism, devoid of desire. He was naturally responsive.

It was just that he knew how to restrain himself.

"It's only the end of the first trial."

"Just the first trial?"

Xu Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

This was more uncomfortable than being locked up.

"Of course, if the trials were so easy to pass, could they even be called trials?"

Lin Qingque looked at the glistening liquid on her retrieved Jade Toes, her eyes rolling mischievously, and purposely placed it in her mouth, sucking gently.

Listening to the seductive noises by his ear, Xu Yuan's expression remained unfazed.

"How is it? Aren't you having much more fun with me than with the junior sister you came with?" she said with a teasing smile.

"Heh, whatever other trials there are, just bring them on."

Xu Yuan chuckled coldly, his demeanor unshakable.

"It seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

Lin Qingque snapped her fingers, and a pair of Snow Silkworm Ice Threads appeared before him.

Xu Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Then, he heard her heave herself up, as if sitting on a table.

After that, a pair of long legs, soft and tender like the finest suet jade, crossed over his shoulders and rested there.

"Help me put these on."

Lin Qingque leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

The lustrous black hair naturally cascaded down, brushing across his chest, as if scratching at his heart.

"What's this about 'No tears until one sees the coffin'? This is clearly 'No tears until one sees the white silk.'"

Xu Yuan casually caught the opponent's bare, white-as-jade foot tinged with pink.

"Hmph~"

A mere gentle grip, yet she deliberately let out a moan that left much to the imagination.

Xu Yuan could now be sure that the person behind him was definitely Lin Qingque.

These tactics were basically only used by her.

Feeling the full, smooth sensation in his palm, Xu Yuan couldn't help but squeeze firmly, causing her to let out another startled cry, before slowly picking up the Snow Silkworm Ice Thread to slip onto her.

The flirtation backfiring on Lin Qingque left her feeling a mix of irritation and ticklishness; she hadn't anticipated that her senior brother would suddenly take the initiative and act so boldly.

Up until now, he had always been on the receiving end.

After all, she wanted to see him with a flushed, embarrassed face.

At that thought, something stirred in her heart, and she instantly conceived a bold plan.

As he concentrated on slipping on the white silk and occasionally scratched her foot deliberately, she bit her lips, luscious as peaches, her hand reached down to her skirt hem, slowly lifting it up.

...

The touch of Snow Silkworm Ice Thread was very nice, as was the feel of her thighs.

Xu Yuan, sensing her constant restless movements, knew that his proactive approach was clearly effective.

However, it was at this moment.
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"Ssst~"

He almost gasped a cold breath inwardly.

This kind of play would surely lead to trouble if it continued.

It's skirting the edge; playing with fire might just result in setting oneself ablaze.

"I've already finished helping you put them on," he interjected, trying to put a stop to it.

"You think... it's over?"

She whispered softly, like the murmur of a fox demon.

Although they were cloaked in vast darkness, the air was filled with a fragrance that seemed like a blend of floral and sweat, intoxicating like orchids and musk.

Xu Yuan's breath finally fluctuated, like a well that had been still for ages suddenly had a stone thrown into it, causing ripples to spread.

Consequently, his elated stance grew more prominent, with astonishing heat radiating from it.

Her legs, which had been resting on his shoulders, bent, and the heels pressed against his chest began to exert force.

Subsequently, she powered her hips, shifting from behind to sit upfront.

The next moment, Lin Qingque, who had been sitting in the void, was now perched upon his shoulders.

"Not over? You have more tricks up your sleeve?"

Xu Yuan couldn't help but start to grimace.

But it was far from over; her feet, wrapped in pristine white snow socks, slid downwards.

Feeling the silky white silk rub against his face, Xu Yuan felt his own face starting to heat up and turn red.

Indeed, he was starting to find it difficult to hold his ground.

Xu Yuan realized he might have overestimated his own self-control.

"Hehe~"

Lin Qingque, seemingly reading his thoughts, gave a triumphant smile.

The little innocent senior brother, as pure as ever.

This time she had him firmly in her grasp.

No, it was more precise to say, she had caught him with a pair of feet.

She deliberately spread her five soft and delicate Jade Toes, displaying their flexibility as they stretched, curled, and danced gracefully, as captivating as art.

A rich peach blossom-like scent wafted through the socks, pouring into his nostrils, so sweet it was as if he was intoxicated in an endless sea of flowers.

Xu Yuan maintained an impassive face, but inside, he was chanting the Ice Heart Skills mantra: "I'm not a foot fetishist, I'm not a foot fetishist, I'm not a foot fetishist..."

Yet, his Ice Heart Skills mantra soon crumbled once again.

For after her display, she descended slowly in front of his gaze, covering him from left and right, and then, like a blooming flower, closed up.