The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

Every time Mu Jing finished whispering in her ear, Xuehua's body would tense up as if slightly touched, and then tremble slightly.

Her response was accompanied by a soft, trembling voice, which was exceptionally cute and made Mu Jing want to tease her a little more.

"How to obtain the magic contract."

After Xuehua finished speaking, she suddenly stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently swept it across Mujing's earlobe.

"To make a contract with a demon...wait, what?..."

Mu Jing felt a heat on his earlobe, followed by a warm, soft, and slippery touch, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

"How to obtain Stigmata".

Not to be outdone, Mu Jing also gently touched Xue Hua's ear with the tip of his tongue.

"The bloodline of an exorcist family."

Xuehua's voice grew softer and softer, and then she continued to use the same method, gently licking his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, like a kitten rubbing its paws affectionately, stroking it repeatedly.

Mu Jing immediately followed suit, and the two became increasingly intimate.

Before they knew it, the two of them had fallen onto the soft sofa.

Mu Jing could clearly feel Xue Hua's rapid heartbeat, and her breathing had become very heavy.

Her body was slightly hot and trembling, occasionally letting out a soft, sweet hum like a cute kitten.

Just then, Mu Jing couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Upon hearing his voice, Xuehua, who had been feeling weak all over, seemed to regain her strength, raised her head slightly, and gently bit Mu Jing's earlobe.

But at this moment, Mu Jing could only respond instinctively—because the "culprit" that made him make a sound was "communicating" with him in another way.

Just now, a pair of soft, warm lips gently kissed his right ear.

A warm current instantly filled my ear canal, as if my entire ear was about to melt from the 37°C warmth, and a tingling sensation rushed straight to my brain.

—Mmm…Dear Contractor…Chirp…You haven’t fallen for me treating you like this, have you?!—

No clear sound came through.

To be precise, it was a damp, breathy sound that brushed against his cheekbone, seeped deep into his skull, and turned into a soft whisper, like someone gently tapping a small drum inside his head.

But Mu Jing dared not make a move—Xue Hua was in a semi-dazed state, yet she was still trying her best to whisper into his left ear, earnestly playing the game.

—Or rather… *slurp slurp*…the contractor really enjoys this game…—

A slight gurgling sound came from her throat.

Her voice seemed like the roots of a plant, quietly spreading through the crevices of her bones, wrapping around every line of her temporal bone, and flowing slowly along the sulci of her brain.

It even made Mu Jing's cerebral cortex feel numb.

Just then, a sound came from my left ear as well.

"How many Duke-level demons are there in total?"

Xuehua's voice trembled noticeably, and her rapid breathing slapped against her left ear canal, leaving it slightly damp, which made him feel a little itchy.

"Twelve," Mu Jing replied instinctively.

—Wait a minute…uh…huff…luff…luff…I’m a Duke too.—

The next second, the soft, warm tongue began to gently stir inside his right ear canal, producing a soft, tactile sound.

Meanwhile, the [Real-world comment section] in front of Mu Jing was already flooded with messages, with various colored entries overwhelming the player:

"Wow, this composition is amazing! What god-level composition skills! I need an untainted eye!"

"What kind of brain-destroying play is this? I feel like my brain is about to be blown away."

"Is this level of detail really appropriate for our section?"

"Stop! This isn't something I should be watching!"

"Just arrived. Is this the 'hot-blooded supernatural battle anime you guys were talking about? Something doesn't seem right to me."

"Brother, tell me, isn't this got a lot of passion?"

"Brothers, this little devil is so cute!!! He's seductive, childish, sweet, aggressive, and adorable all in one!!! My XP system is exploding!!!"

"Brother, I understand. I'm a bit busy right now, see you later."

I suggest renaming it again: "NTR Night"

[Suggestion: Add a tag: Twisted Twisted Twisted!!!]

"Which guy said Little Devil doesn't have an offensive build? Step forward!"

Poor Xiaoxue, such an incredibly aggrieved person! She was bullied by her aunt and then by the little devil!

"Who gave Xuehua this notebook?! What are they up to?"

"The students at Shenghua Academy were right, Mu Jingchun is definitely a scumbag!"

From the audience's perspective, the moon appears as a transparent outline, so no one questions the plot hole—why Xuehua was completely unaware of her existence.

—Hehehehehehe...Don't forget to present me with...a grand story...—

A soft "pop" sound rang out.

Ye Yue kissed Mu Jing's ear, the sound crisp and brief.

Then it vanished silently into the air.

Upon hearing the word "story," Mu Jing had already guessed her intention.

He immediately realized what was happening, lowered his head, and gently kissed Xuehua's ear.

"Pop—"

Two soft sounds quietly overlapped.

At this moment, Xuehua was completely lost in thought.

When she felt Mu Jing's kiss, her body instantly went limp, as if all the bones in her body had lost their strength.

My body is ecstatic!

Happiness, happiness, I want more happiness!

Countless warm emotions welled up in my heart.

Xuehua felt as if she were being embraced by happiness, and she couldn't help but be immersed in it.

At that moment, she felt like the happiest baby in the whole world!

"Buzz—Buzz—"

Suddenly, a tingling, vibrating sensation came from my thigh.

Xuehua's specially made cell phone was vibrating, and the vibration was clearly transmitted to Mu Jing through her tight thighs.

Xuehua gently wrapped her knees around his legs, like hugging a soft kitten, unwilling to let go.

Mu Jing leaned on the sofa, carefully moved his body, and stood up.

Xuehua's body tensed instantly, and she reached out to grab his sleeve, her voice tinged with panic and dependence:

Don't leave me!

Mu Jing looked down at her, carefully examining her face, where a trace of undried tear seemed to still linger at the corner of her eye.

The phone continued to vibrate, as if urging something.

He reached out and gently touched Xuehua's white hair, his voice tender: "Xiaoxue, I will not leave you."

Their gazes met in the air for a moment before Xuehua gradually came to her senses and realized her current predicament.

She hurriedly covered her face, picked up her phone, and pretended to be busy answering a call, her fingertips frantically pressing the answer button.

But the next second, the blush on her face vanished instantly, her expression became incredibly tense, and her voice was filled with disbelief:

"What? Ten deaths have occurred???"

Mu Jing's heart sank. At this moment, he finally understood what the little witch meant by "a grand story".

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