The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"Mmghhh…"

Ye An was dreaming.

Or something like it.

In her dream, a dark rider had mounted her.

Not beside her.

On her.

He gripped her horns, very roughly.

Turned her over.

Bent her stomach-down and spanked her ass, the sound sharp, her pale buttocks jiggling before firm hands spread them apart like sinful lotus petals.

"Mnnn… no…!"

Her body jolted forward.

SLAP!

A palm struck her heavenly backside.

Again.

And again.

Each smack echoed like thunder through her dreamscape.

"Ahnn…!"

Ye An moaned, in protest, like a spoiled mount finally starting to yield.

Her face flushed.

Her back arched.

Her plump divine buttocks wobbled like they were trying to escape, but betrayed her every time.

The shadow straddled her back.

Pulled her up by the horns.

Rode her.

She bucked, twisted, and snorted.

SLAP!

"Ahh—ahh! D-don't pull that…!"

But the dark rider didn't care, he treated her like a misbehaving spirit beast, taming her pride with every spank, every thrust of his hips.

"Who's the Guardian now?"

The voice mocked her.

She didn't know who it was.

She didn't want to know.

All she knew, was that her hips were moving.

Like a beast in heat, grinding against the air like she was begging for something thick and to split her open.

Then came the pillar.

Oh heavens.

That pillar.

A divine rod!

Before she knew it, a blinding sacred light split the dreamworld, as if the pillar of heaven itself had breached her soft, untouched pink flesh.

Her tiny cunt, unclaimed, unknown, was suddenly filled.

Impaled.

Pierced.

"Ugh!"

Her body trembled, lips parted, weird sounds escaped, moans blurred by shock and shame.

She couldn't see the shadow's face.

Never did.

Just the sensation...

And then blank again.

____

A minute later....

"Ahnn—! Mnnn! D-don't pull my tail…!"

What tail?

She didn't even have one.

And yet she felt it.

She felt everything.

The weight pressing down.

The hands gripping her hips.

The cruel rhythm slamming her pride into the dirt.

She started mooing.

Yes.

Mooing.

"Mnn… M-moo...!"

She didn't know why.

The shame became internalized.

Her divine core trembled.

Her mouth opened wider than it ever had during prayer.

The dream spun out of control, the shadow rode her like a cow, until she was limp, dazed, her mouth open, and a smile curling her lips in surrender.

Until ... GUSH!

_____

Back in reality, Ye An's legs twitched.

Then locked.

Then clenched.

They wrapped around something like a desperate beggar hugging a sect elder during bonus season.

Then.... GUSH.

Warm.

Too warm.

Her body flared red like a phoenix in heat, gasping as though she just ran a century-long virginity marathon.

"What... is this... inside me...? Why... can't I let it go...?"

Girl, you let a whole demonic calamity in raw. There's no going back.

"Mghhh…"

She moaned again.

Soft, faint, and heavenly.

Su Xiaobai, meanwhile, was mid-panic.

Not because he was railing a holy woman. But because she started moaning while he was still inside her.

He'd put her on her stomach, rammed her from behind like he was harvesting ore, and released enough Yang essence to drown a sect dormitory.

His hot essence poured inside her like he was baptizing her womb.

Some overflowed, dripped onto her perfect snowy ass, a beautiful mess of white over cream, like whipped cream made by perverts.

From her sacred valley, a slow mixture of red and devil's milk leaked down, trailing onto the boiling stone like a calligraphy of sin.

And still, she didn't wake.

Su Xiaobai panted like a dog that'd just fought an immortal rooster.

His forehead was soaked.

His Yin reservoir screamed.

But it wasn't full.

Greedy bastard.

He shoved it back in, like a gambler doubling down on his third wife's dowry, and tried to suck out whatever divinity was still stuck to her walls.

But Ye An's body had other plans.

"Agh!"

Her hole clenched.

Tight.

Desperate.

"Shit—she's locking me in!"

It was like her womb went hostage mode.

Su Xiaobai's eyes bulged.

He'd woken something.

And it wanted more.

He slapped her ass with a loud smack.

Her body twitched.

Loosened.

He pulled out, barely escaping castration.

"Why is it so fucking hot all of a sudden—?!"

He wiped his forehead again.

Sweat ran down his face like regret after dual-cultivating with a beast-type disguised as a MILF.

Time warped.

He had no idea how long it'd been.

"Umm… I think we should run."

Huo Lingxue spoke up, her voice was shaky, her hair soaked in sweat, her thighs clenched like they wanted... Something.

She looked like a woman on the verge of either killing him or mounting him.

The red-haired milf was in heat, and the scent of a nun's pussy juice in the air wasn't helping.

She licked her lips and regretted it.

But she wasn't the only one feeling something.

The heat grew oppressive.

The earth rumbled.

Far ahead, a massive stone gate creaked open.

Hiss~

Lava hissed.

"Pi!" The little Qilin had already fled, sprinted inside like a virgin avoiding a slut.

"Opportunistic ferat..." Su Xiaobai muttered.

He'd just nutted inside an unconscious Guardian, drained himself twice, maybe got marked for life by Karma, and now the lava was coming back.

This, truly, was the life of a tragedy!

He glanced behind at Ye An.

Still passed out, still glowing like a divine porcelain maiden. Her skin was untouched by the surrounding lava, like it was dipped in divine lotion rather than magma.

"…Unfair."

Su Xiaobai grumbled, then casually rolled her toward the magma pool like a discarded Barbie. "Go bathe, Holy nun."

She floated face-first into the pool like a dead goddess returning to the womb.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai picked up Huo Lingxue like a bridal carry that nobody asked for, and leapt toward the ancient stone door just as it began to shut.

BANG!

They slid through just in time, their shoulders slumping with a synchronized sigh, sweat pouring like they'd survived a divine execution rather than lava.

Ahead was a stone staircase, spiral, cracked, old. It coiled downward into the bowels of hell, torches lining the walls flickering like they were powered by regrets.

"…Did a Qilin build this?" Su Xiaobai muttered. "Why does it feel like a dungeon meant for storing divine prisoners?"

"No idea," Huo Lingxue replied, shifting her clothes around her shoulder awkwardly as if adjusting armor, which was ironic since she was barely covered. "Where's the little guy?"

Su Xiaobai squinted.

Gone.

That demonic pony-sized cub vanished the moment they crossed the threshold.

"Tsk. Should've ridden him harder."

The staircase narrowed further. Walls pressed in. Every step creaked like an ancient monk warning them: Go back, you cowards.

Then, halfway down...

Crack.

The path just ended.

No stairs.

Just an open mouth of darkness.

Like a beast waiting to swallow them whole.

"…"

Su Xiaobai stared into the abyss.

The abyss moaned back.

He really, really didn't want to jump. His PTSD from the Blood Warlord's dungeon still itched.

"Um…" Huo Lingxue's voice softened, unusually gentle. "I… I can go first. It can't be that bad, right?"

He turned.

She was looking at him... Nervously.

Was that bravery?

No, that was a woman who hadn't learned the basic rule of Su Xiaobai's adventures: the floor is always trying to kill you.

He wanted to say no.

But when she breathed nervously, and that shook his logic.

"…Fine. Go. But scream if your soul starts burning."

"I—! I won't die that easily!"

"Go ahead, test your luck..." Su Xiaobai sighed, how could she understand?

He had seen more traps than a virgin emperor's harem. He'd been backstabbed, front-stabbed, soul-stabbed, and once even ***-stabbed, by fate itself.

Huo Lingxue and shook her head, her twin tails flicking behind like annoyed comets.

"Why are you always like this...so cautious? It's just a hole..."

Su Xiaobai didn't even dignify that with a glance. "And I suppose you want me to dive into the dark gaping abyss without questioning it?"

"…Is that not what men do?" she tilted her head innocently.

Su Xiaobai, "…No comment."

He squinted at the pit like it personally offended him in a past life. The darkness below gave no sound, no echo. Just a vast silence that felt too rehearsed.

That's when it came.

[Jump down.]

A voice.

Not from the pit, but inside his head.

"Eh?"

Su Xiaobai froze. 'Oh hell no.'

He looked around suspiciously, then whispered, "You trying to prank me with pitfall death? Come on, little demon… I already took a dick-freezing ice bath earlier today. Give me a break."

[…]

A pause.

Then, as crisp and cold as a scorned slap, [I don't need such backhanded tactics to end you. If I wanted you gone, I'd turn your blood to ash and feed your bones to a dream beast.]

He clicked his tongue. 'Tch. Still bitter I burned your phoenix-shaped dildo, huh?'

[…Y-You're.... disgusting.]

"Love you too."

[...] Xiao Hei.

The psycho sealed in his ring world. Divine eyes, demonic intent, and a personal vendetta longer than a enemy sect's guest list.

It was surprising. She usually ignored him unless she was in the mood to snap his spine from 30 kilometers away.

But today she said jump.

So he didn't.

Nope.

Not today.

Instead…

"…Huo Lingxue."

"Mn?"

He turned, eyes shimmering with noble determination. "I have made a decision."

"What?"

"Come here."

"Why are you grabbing my waist...?"

"To confuse fate," he said solemnly. "If I look like I'm enjoying life, the universe gets anxious and spares me."

And then, smooch!

Tongue-first.

Her eyes widened like jade balls.

"Mnh?!"

"You taste like orchid," he muttered mid-kiss. "But hot ones."

"S-Su Xiaobai, the pit—"

"Can wait. I'm busy making memories."

[...]

Inside the ring world, Xiao Hei's face turned into the moral equivalent of a black hole. Her divine vision caught everything.

The kiss.

The groping.

The ass grab.

And the tail pull.

Her aura turned toxic, pressure poured out like a volcano's breath in winter. The herbs near her withered.

The birds died.

The lake evaporated.

Mid-thrust, Su Xiaobai turned back toward the ring and smiled.

'Oi, Little Hei,' he murmured. 'Still watching? You better be taking notes. I call that move tongue of the Abyss."

He tilted his head, wicked grin widening.

"I'm trying it on you next."

A moment passed.

Then came a whisper through the spiritual link:

[I'm going to castrate you with your own spine.]