Sorry, I'm a cultivator.

Those humiliations, those pleasures... Emilia didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't escape it.

This is probably what they call...it's just human nature?

Yes, this is not just a simple desire; it is my nature.

They wanted to become the possession of Li Xingzhou, a human of a lower race...

He acted arbitrarily and recklessly.

This state of mind, both hazy and incredibly clear, made her unaware of when she had fallen into bed, and forget when she had lost everything.

Are you sad?

No.

Only the liberation that has finally arrived.

Do you resist?

No!

This is exactly what I wanted!

Indeed, this was not simply emptiness.

It's the instinct to want to be his possession!

"May I grab my hair?"

Emilia's voice held a certain expectation; she really didn't dislike him.

I really lost.

But so what?

Isn't this exactly what I wanted?

So, this is the real me...

Emilia suddenly understood why the saint in the book had fallen.

Because this is what I truly believe in.

I still look down on the stinking rats in the sewers, but Li Xingzhou... is unique and one of a kind!

He is... different!

Only him, only him...

"Can I bite you hard? On the back of my neck..."

Emilia wants to be branded.

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Author's note: Third update, 3,000 words.

Updated with 10,000 words.

Chapter 67 "Yes, that's it!"

A clear and melodious voice, with its beautiful and moving melody, resounded in the private bedroom where no man should have entered, playing a piece called "The Heart's True Self".

The graceful, voluptuous, and mature Emilia rested her hands on the windowsill, her slender legs taut and trembling slightly. Her once proud face was now flushed with a drunken blush, and a strand of her thick hair was tucked into her pink lips.

Her snow-white neck, glistening with sweat, was slightly tilted back, revealing a delicate, lotus-like figure emerging from the water, shimmering with a mature charm.

Emilia looked at the tightly drawn curtains and suddenly felt an urge to pull them open.

Let everyone see how I, as the Second True Ancestor, was bullied by Li Xingzhou of the human race, and how I was completely transformed into a different person under his bullying.

Emilia couldn't resist the urge and went to draw the curtains, but—

Snapped!

Li Xingzhou slapped her hand away: "Did I tell you not to move around?"

The orders were unquestionable, and the actions were ruthless...

Emilia's blood-red eyes shone even brighter.

"Yes, that's it..."

Emilia turned to look at Li Xingzhou, her sweat-dampened hair lightly touching the corner of her lips, her beauty stunning, possessing both the allure of a mature woman and the delicate charm of a young woman.

At this moment, it presents a breathtakingly alluring and infatuated appearance.

……

Although there was no further movement in the spacious bedroom, the sound of breathing continued for a moment, before slowly fading into silence, finally turning into an indescribable, faint sigh.

After a while, a long, graceful, and exquisitely beautiful leg, a true gem, was moved off the bed. The soft, white, and smooth feet stood by the bedside, while the tattered nightgown and stockings remained on the messy bed.

Emilia, her curvaceous body glistening with sweat, slowly walked towards the bathroom, her eyes seemingly regaining the haughty aura of the Second True Ancestor.

"stop!"

Lying on the bed, Li Xingzhou asked, "Did I tell you to shower first?"

Emilia's delicate body trembled. As she slowly turned around, she looked into Li Xingzhou's eyes. Between the humiliation and disdain in her eyes, she finally turned into obedience.

Then she turned back, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Mr. Li, Emilia is wrong."

At this moment, her beautiful face displayed an indescribable joy.

Emilia thought of her unparalleled brilliance as the Second True Ancestor, but at this moment, her thoughts were more focused on her submission.

Especially when she thought that her current posture would make Li Xingzhou even more proud and arrogant, her heart couldn't help but ripple, with a kind of... beauty comparable to being adorned with glory.

Li Xingzhou leaned against the headboard, a half-smile on his face: "What did you call me?"

"Mr. Li."

“Is that right?” Li Xingzhou beckoned, watching as Emilia bent down and leaned her head forward. He then stroked her chin: “I spared your life, and even went to such great lengths to help you face your true self. What should you call me?”

Emilia trembled slightly, her eyes seemed to be even more misty, and a sickly, delirious smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Li Xingzhou looked at her and said, "If you call me Mr. Li after we leave this room, I won't mind. But after we leave, what do you think you should call me?"

Emilia licked her red lips, remained silent for a while, and then spoke obediently, "Master."

Li Xingzhou smiled.

Hill III's title was more of a playful way of calling someone "father," but Emilia was different; she genuinely liked being called that.

The sexual tension expressed in her demeanor and tone was far beyond what Hill III could match.

After bathing and changing, Emilia stepped out of the room. Dressed in a red gown, she remained proud and dignified, and no one could imagine what she had been through.

Olivia could guess, but that was all she knew was what had happened.

She did not return to the castle during those ten days.

Although she knew that the terms between Li Xingzhou and Emilia were not proper, Emilia was, after all, her mother, and her presence might change Emilia's mindset.

until today.

Everything that needed to be done for the Red Moon Banquet has been arranged, and all the guests have been invited; all that's missing is Mother...

Olivia had mentally prepared herself before entering the room, and immediately saw Emilia sitting on the sofa, tasting blood.

Li Xingzhou's blood...

Olivia narrowed her eyes slightly. Emilia, who was radiant and had a rosy complexion, knew without a doubt what had happened.

but……

The haughty and arrogant air between her brows and eyes was even more pronounced than before!

Olivia paused for a moment, wondering why this expression was different from what she had imagined.

In her opinion, Emilia should have failed.

Even if I don't understand Li Xingzhou's methods, would Li Xingzhou do something he's not sure of?

Obviously not.

Even if Li Xingzhou failed, with such formidable strength, would he allow himself to fail?

Olivia pursed her red lips, walked to Emilia's side, and asked softly, "Are you... alright?"

"What can a brat spouting nonsense do to me?" Emilia sneered. "Besides being physically strong, he's good for nothing!"

"Conquer me?" Emilia's disdain was undisguised. "That's wishful thinking!"

Olivia paused for a moment: "Don't you crave his blood?"

"I'm tempted, but we're vampires!" Emilia glanced at Olivia: "Can't you control this impulse? If you can control it, no matter how hard he tries, he won't make me submit!"

“He’s strong, but…” Emilia swirled her wine glass, her arrogance even greater than before: “I can endure longer than he can!”

Hearing her mother's voice, Olivia was truly impressed. Sometimes she couldn't suppress her desire for his blood. As the saying goes, one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood. She never expected that Emilia would actually... win!

"So, he gave you this blood?"

"He's allowed to set conditions, but I'm not?" Emilia snorted again. "I won, and he's honoring his bet."

Is it true that you should accept the consequences of a bet?

Olivia recalled Li Xingzhou's words, "Go for it, big sister!" That's true...

Li Xingzhou is very strong, but he is not an evil cultivator. He is a man who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment, so... it is quite possible that he would accept defeat if he was willing to gamble.

Olivia sat down next to Emilia, turned her head to look at her elegant profile, and felt a little strange.

Regardless, Li Xingzhou and Emilia ultimately developed an extraordinary relationship...

This was something she never expected at first.

I still wanted to get him... What a mess this whole thing is.

However, I am me, and she is her.

"Let me have a taste." Olivia reached out and took the wine glass from Emilia's hand.

Snapped!