A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao, supporting his aching back, staggered to the door of the Demon Management Department's office.

As soon as I entered, wow, it was incredibly lively.

A bunch of monsters were loitering there in groups of three or five, not doing anything productive, just slacking off.

Tsk tsk, the world is truly going to the dogs, and evil intentions have lost their ancient ways.

When we first arrived, everyone acted so respectable, as if they wanted to have "dedication to their job" and "model worker" written all over their foreheads.

It's only been a few days!

Well, he's really good at slacking off and stealing wages.

I don't know which wicked person they learned bad habits from.

A section chief surnamed Ji, who always slept until noon before showing up for his shifty shifty back, rubbed his weak lower back and fell into deep philosophical thought.

Right now, the only people in the entire office still seriously working are the tabby cat and the panda.

That guy was diligent and hardworking, wishing he could stay at his workstation for 24 hours a day.

Ji Zuodao even suspected that, if they could, these two would be willing to pay extra to work for them.

It's no wonder they're so enthusiastic, since their main job is mukbang (eating broadcast).

You can eat, drink, and have fun to your heart's content every day, and still get a steady salary afterward. Where else in the world can you find such a comfortable and wonderful job?

Ji Zuodao glanced at the monsters who were slacking off.

Wow, these guys are something else! They somehow managed to get a PS5 from some hidden corner, plugged it into the TV in the rest area, and are now playing Black Myth with gusto.

One of the characters, played by a cheater, died, and he immediately shoved the controller at the next player while cursing and swearing:

"Damn it, there's something wrong with this controller."

Ji Zuodao strolled over, crossed his arms, glanced at their game screen, and let out an undisguised sneer.

"Ha, still struggling with the big-headed doll? Is that all? You're a noob."

He shook his head, then turned his gaze to the fox spirits on the other side.

Hmm, these little foxes do look quite convincing.

Each of them held a book, reading with great concentration and interest. Their little brows furrowed and relaxed at times, and their rosy little faces displayed a rich array of expressions.

"Hey, did the sun rise in the west today?" Ji Zuodao thought to himself.

Everyone knows that the monsters from Ailao Mountain are basically academic failures, the kind of monsters who slipped through the net of nine years of compulsory education.

The Empress took advantage of the fact that the little foxes were still young to teach them some knowledge that fox spirits should know.

Unfortunately, Ji Zuodao, that black sheep, is always finding ways to instigate the little foxes to skip class.

The little foxes themselves were happy to have some peace and quiet, and they could easily get things done with a little encouragement.

"What's wrong with you today? Have you suddenly changed your ways and started to strive for improvement?"

Ji Zuodao felt a little puzzled, but also a little gratified. He tiptoed over to see what kind of classic texts these "studious" little foxes were reading.

If you get closer, you can hear them whispering and talking amongst themselves.

"Wow...you can do that?" A little fox stared wide-eyed, covering its mouth, its ears turning red.

"Yeah, yeah, I've really learned something new." The other nodded repeatedly, its eyes shining as it stared at the pages.

"Did we use the wrong method last night?" The third one tilted its head, looking a little confused.

"It seems so... It's all the Empress's fault! She kept saying she'd eat it all up, but it turns out she didn't really eat it!" Another one pouted, her tone full of sudden realization and a little bit of resentment towards the Empress.

"Let's find another opportunity to practice with Xiaodao next time..."

"Great idea!"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, the more he listened, the more confused he became. What was all this nonsense?

He cautiously peeked forward again, his gaze landing on the book being held by the nearest little fox.

I only glanced at it a few times.

Ji Zuodao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his mind went blank.

Hey!

It's all fucking hentai! All sorts of colorful, obscene material!

He looked up abruptly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the large bookshelf behind his desk, which he had placed there to appear cultured.

Notebooks, notebooks, and more notebooks!

The Investigator's Fall, Hypnotic Glasses (Revised), Never Again Will Beastmen Be Slaves?, Tentacle Clinic...

Goodness, the variety is quite complete! Some of the series titles are so bizarre that even Ji Zuodao couldn't imagine what kind of twisted plots they contained.

Li Shuwen! That bastard!

Ji Zuodao's teeth were itching.

He originally thought this kid would at most smuggle some personal stuff into the bookshelf, but he never expected it to be all personal stuff! Not a single thing of substance!

Damn it, what if the Empress asks me later—"What did the little fox learn from you?"

How should he answer?

Could it be that, "Your Majesty, the little foxes have read a ton of books here, accumulating a whole host of all sorts of positions. In terms of the richness of their 'positional' knowledge, they might even be more learned than you are now?"

Good heavens... Ji Zuodao shuddered, as if he could already see the empress smiling and rolling up her sleeves, ready to skin him alive.

"Give it all to me!"

Countless black veins, like wasps whose nest had been disturbed, swarmed out of Ji Zuodao's body with a "buzz," swift as lightning, and with unparalleled precision snatched away all the notebooks from the little foxes' hands, arms, and even those sitting on their bottoms.

At the same time, those black, veiny whips deftly twirled in the air, striking each of the little foxes' pert rumps with a light but firm lash.

"ah--!"

The little foxes let out a short, sharp cry in unison, instinctively covering the spot where they had been hit.

Their pretty faces instantly flushed crimson, their eyes brimming with tears, whether from pain, embarrassment, or... something else entirely.

"Touch...tentacles..."

A little fox muttered something in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but its eyes involuntarily drifted to the waving black veins, and its cheeks turned even redder.

In the past, when they saw these dark, slippery things on Ji Zuodao's body, they would at most think they were a little eerie and a little scary.

But now...

After being bombarded with "learning materials" and gaining "a whole host of new skills"...

But looking at those flexible, twisting black tendons, the feeling is completely different.

The things they think about are so yellow they could be used as dye!

Ji Zuodao looked at the group of little foxes in front of him with a dark face and a pained expression. Their eyes were wandering, their cheeks were flushed, and their thoughts had obviously gone completely astray. He felt like he had two heads to split open.

What the hell are we going to do now?!

Now that everyone has learned something new, it will be harder to handle them in the future.

"Oh, Little Daodao~ you're here?"

Su Xiaoxiao's sweet voice drifted over.

She trotted up to Ji Zuodao and spotted him with sharp eyes, his hand on his back and his face contorted in pain.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?"

She reached out to support Ji Zuodao's arm, her small face full of concern—or at least it appeared to be.

Ji Zuodao waved his hand.

"Cough, it's alright, it's alright."

He smacked his lips, his tone a little weak, "It's just that these kidneys... they don't feel quite right. The blood that Lingling gave me yesterday was a bit too strong; I guess I overdid it."

"what?"

Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback at first, then a hint of guilt flashed quickly in her fox-like eyes, and her gaze unconsciously drifted to the side, but her mouth kept talking very fast:

"Uh...yes! That's right! We definitely overdid it! Lingling is too generous, giving us so much!"

As she spoke, she turned her head fiercely, her glares flashing as she looked at the group of vixens beside her, who were pricking up their ears and pretending to look at the sky and the ground but not at this side.

The meaning in his eyes was clearer than a loudspeaker's shout:

Look at you bunch of sluts! You're all so greedy! You have no self-control! Now look what's happened!

The other fox spirits, receiving this "righteous" accusation, were not intimidated at all. They all glared back, their eyes filled with disdain.

Pah! Don't give me that! Stop trying to shift the blame!

You smoked the most and enjoyed it the most last night!

Exactly! Where's your face? Su Xiaoxiao, where's your face?