Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Chen Ming looked at her flushed face, smiled slightly, and finally released his beloved sword fairy maid. He watched as she panted heavily, with some saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"Ugh... Ha... Ha..."

Afu's flat chest heaved, his face displaying an incredibly alluring expression, his mouth agape, his lips a vibrant red.

Looking at her dazed expression and affectionate eyes, he gently reached out and stroked her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the drool from the corner of her mouth.

He said with a smile—

"You have no way to escape from me. So what if you're a sword immortal grandmaster? A little maid should listen to her master. You've taken it upon yourself to say you'll leave because someone will replace you. Aren't you getting a little too cocky? Haven't I taught you a lesson before? Have you forgotten all about it?"

"Waaah..."

Ah Fu recalled how he used to scold her and spank her... and unconsciously placed her hand on her shapely buttocks, almost as a conditioned reflex.

There is a sense of inferiority in him.

She had run away out of sheer grief and indignation, but now all her negative emotions had been banished to the winds by his kiss, and she had reverted to being a meek little maid.

She said somewhat hesitantly—

"me……"

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Chen Ming treated the young maid somewhat domineeringly, interrupting her directly and saying—

"You took it upon yourself to say that Xuan should replace you. Do you think it's up to you to decide the master's wishes? I'm telling you right here, you are unique and belong to me. Whether you're a sword immortal or a little maid, you are my A Fu."

“I like flat chests too, and I like that your age is a mystery. In my eyes, Afu is the youngest and most beautiful girl, and she is irreplaceable.”

"I love you, so I will never let you go for the rest of my life. Don't even think about escaping from me. I am your master, and I will never allow it."

……

A-Fu stared wide-eyed at him, dumbfounded as he held her tightly. He was very strong, as if he wanted to embed her in his arms, letting her feel his sincere heartbeat. Even such domineering words were so touching to lovers.

She bit her lower lip, her expression betraying her distress, tears welling in her grey eyes, and said—

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Master... I didn't really want to run away, but... I was just a little scared..."

If everyone else has received it, but he hasn't, and unlike the little girls whose time hasn't come yet, what are his considerations?

Why don't I have it?

Does he like me?

Such a question is actually somewhat absurd; his concern and attention have always been focused on her, and the answer is obvious.

But I still felt a sense of loss.

Feelings are something that always take an inch and then a mile. Once you get a little, you want more and more. When you see someone else getting closer to them, you can't help but feel jealous.

She had never felt this way before, not even when she was defeated by Lu Bu, a genius who was stronger than herself, she did not feel jealous of him.

But around him, jealousy grew like rampant thorns, tearing his heart open with unbearable pain and itching.

My sister, Lucifer, and Dongyi are fine, they arrived first, but why are that angel and Qin Hui also ahead of me?

The seeds of insecurity are sown from this moment on.

Am I not pretty enough? Am I too old? Or is it that what he said about liking flat-chested women is all a lie, and I'm simply not attractive to him...?

Jealousy and inferiority complex arise spontaneously.

A sword immortal master who cultivated the path of pure heart has actually fallen to this state.

I just felt that I was becoming uglier and uglier.

Finally, after misunderstanding that his disciples wanted to get closer to him, he burst out with everything.

Chen Ming looked at her. The once calm and extraordinary sword immortal had become like this because of him.

Human emotions and desires changed her.

Does feeling proud rather than guilty in comparison mean he's really a jerk?

He could still laugh, and said—

"I'm sorry I scared you. Perhaps it's your timidity, your rich and varied emotions, that attracted me, and that's why I want to see more and more..."

He wanted to see the girl he liked display all sorts of emotions for him—joy, jealousy, even anger or sadness… These were all things he liked, a part of A Fu.

He wanted to have everything, not just her body, but all her love.

Domineering and selfish.

Gently stroking her back, I realized I was being too cunning, because she couldn't resist me, so I acted without restraint.

They are already reflecting on their actions.

He held Afu in his arms, listening to her sobs gradually subside, and stroked her slender, sexy back, saying—

“Ah Fu.”

"Um……"

The maid had calmed down and responded reassuringly in his arms.

He looked at the sky slowly darkening and said with a smile—

Let's go on a date.

"Hmm... Hey, hey?"

Afu seemed stunned. What had he just said? A date?

He let go of her, but gently held her hand. He looked at such a beautiful girl, yet she spent all her time helping with housework at his house. It was such a waste.

It's heartbreaking.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease. A girl like Afu, who doesn't cry much and is very sensible, can only be cared for and loved by him on his own initiative.

He wiped away her tears and said—

"Let's go."

"Wait……"

Afu was still in a daze. When she was with him, he would always disrupt her pace. Before she could react, she would blush and be teased by him.

……

Dating is very important, isn't it?

She walked down the street in her boots, his hand in hers.

She felt something was different from when they went out together before, and she couldn't help but notice her appearance... she hadn't dressed up properly at all.

His simple, old-fashioned outfit could only be considered Afu's old casual clothes. His hair was also casually draped over his shoulders, and he wasn't even wearing his favorite stockings.

She did this on our first date...

And what, then, is a date for?

Looking at their clasped hands, Afu's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down. She gently squeezed his strong hand and slowly smiled.

Never mind, as long as I'm by his side, I'm fine with going anywhere...

Chapter 539 Auntie feels a little nauseous

"Waaaaaahh ...

A beautiful woman screamed in agony, watching the scenery rushing past below. Her feet had been unable to touch the ground for quite some time now; at this height, it even felt like the Earth was round…

Oh, the Earth is round, so it's alright.

Her pale eyes glanced down at her feet. The feeling of being in such an empty space with no protection, with only one pair of hands holding her to keep from falling, was incredibly thrilling.

She glanced at it, then looked up in fear at the experienced tailor and said—

"Aren't we there yet?"

"We're almost there, but..."

The mechanical wings on the tailor's back emitted a ghostly blue light, seven array patterns lit up behind her, and a blue light shone in her eyes.

The system was operating at full capacity, propelling the flying equipment forward at breakneck speed. The outer city buildings could already be seen on the horizon.

As they drove along a highway, with cars coming and going below, no one noticed the figure flying overhead.

Optical camouflage was used.

To outsiders, the seamstresses seem to have become one with the sky.

Aunt covered her mouth, already feeling a bit nauseous.

She had only ever flown in small planes like helicopters. Flying like this with almost no protection, even though the formation blocked a lot of strong winds, still made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

I can't take it anymore...

Her flaxen hair was blown about in a messy, haphazard way by the wind, and her rounded thighs were pressed together.

The tailor glanced down at her, sighed softly, and said—

"Sorry, I was in too much of a rush. Let's find a place to land."

"Hey?"

The aunt was somewhat surprised and glanced at the tailor.

The tailor adjusted the angle of the mechanical wings, found a deserted open space, and landed with strong wind pressure, stirring up a cloud of dust and weeds.

"Cough cough cough..."

Auntie coughed while covering her mouth and nose, and her feet went weak as soon as they touched the ground, but the tailor caught her.

"Xiaomei, are you alright?"

"It's...it's alright..."

My aunt supported her fair, pink knees and rested one hand on the tailor's shoulder. She wasn't a weak person; she could stand up straight after recovering for a while, though her steps were naturally a little unsteady.

She looked at the tailor, who was manipulating the mechanical wings to change their shape. After a series of clanging sounds, they transformed back into a black motorcycle.

It's said to be a marvel of technology, but in reality, it requires exceptional strength and skill from the tailor to achieve. Few in the association can use such equipment.