Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"This time... let's give him a surprise."

Outside the tent, the night wind blew up her silver hair.

Ling Yue looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and her figure turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the direction of Shanya City.

Chapter 170 Puppet

As the ambiguous atmosphere that engulfed the space gradually dissipated, Akasha's snow-white skin was still flushed.

Her long cherry blossom-colored hair was spread messily in Douya's arms.

A few strands of hair stuck to the sweaty side of her neck, adding a touch of femininity and sexiness.

Humiliation and confusion were intertwined in her emerald eyes, and a hint of uncontrollable hesitation was revealed as her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"How dare you..."

Her voice was hoarse with lingering lust, and the ending syllable trembled slightly.

The sharp nails dug deep into Douya's arm, but could not even penetrate the skin.

He is not that kind of fragile assassin. His demonic body and demonic power are both unparalleled in the world.

Even if he is seriously injured and on the verge of death, no weakling below the level of a big monster can commit fraud.

In the original plot, the ridiculous scene of being killed by humans will definitely not be replicated in the new Inu Taisho.

"What am I afraid of?"

Douya chuckled and asked back, his fingertips casually stroking her slightly trembling bat wings.

He stroked the wing bones with his fingertips, causing the thin membrane wing to tremble.

Akasha bit her lower lip, but still couldn't suppress the hum that escaped from her throat, and she retracted her bat wings into her body in embarrassment.

"you--"

She suddenly raised her head and glared, but froze the moment she met those golden demonic eyes.

The aggression in it had not yet faded, like a dormant beast, ready to tear her apart and eat her again.

Douya exerted a little force, and Akasha trembled all over and was forced to look up.

Her long cherry blossom-colored hair fell like a waterfall, covering up all traces of joy on her body.

The bite mark on the side of his neck that had not yet faded was exposed - it was the mark he left, symbolizing the man's ownership.

"The vampires have been defeated, and Alkad was killed by me personally."

Douya's voice was low and dangerous, with an unquestionable sense of control.

"And you, Akasha Bradlipa, are now my trophy."

Akasha bit her red lips, but her body trembled slightly under the control of his demonic power and she was unable to resist.

Douya chuckled, his fingertips sliding slowly down her spine, feeling the tension in every inch of her skin.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Alkad."

His tone was a bit sarcastic, but his demonic power surged into Akasha's body like a tide, precisely controlling everything about her.

"If it weren't for his tricks, which were even more despicable and interesting than mine, I might not have had such a great time."

Akasha's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her body arched uncontrollably, but she was held firmly in his arms.

Her fingertips dug deep into his palms, leaving her no room for resistance.

"So, be good."

His voice was gentle, almost cruel.

"Otherwise, I don't mind making you a puppet with your mind—always submitting and always pleasing me."

As the words fell, Douya's mind moved slightly.

Akasha's body moved on its own again under his control—

She slowly raised her arms, and her fingertips trembled as they touched his chest. Her movements were gentle and docile, as if she was being pulled by an invisible thread, and she had completely become his plaything.

"you--"

Akasha's voice was filled with suppressed anger, but it became soft and powerless under the erosion of demonic power.

Douya admired her struggle with satisfaction, a hint of pleasure flashing in his demon eyes.

"That's right."

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against the tip of her red ear.

"Remember, from now on, your body and soul have a master."

Douya placed his palm on Akasha's violently heaving chest, feeling the heart beating at a completely new frequency.

That was the heart of the True Ancestor that was born from this body after the essence of his blood was fused. Every beat of it echoed his will.

Therefore, Akasha is now a well-deserved True Ancestor, and only in Douya's arms will she become a docile little lamb.

"I have reshaped everything about you. Do you still want to persist?"

Akasha slowly closed her eyes, unwilling to face reality, and her long eyelashes trembled like a butterfly with broken wings.

She could clearly sense that every drop of blood was responding to Douya's will, and every strand of demonic power was entangled with his aura.

This reshaped True Ancestor's body is branded with his mark from bone marrow to soul.

Even self-harm and suicide require Douya's permission.

"Akasha, I have always been the most compassionate to women."

Douya's fingertips slowly moved along her delicate collarbone, and finally pinched her pointed chin, forcing her to open her eyes and look directly into his eyes.

Facing Akasha's gaze that was looking at a scumbag, Douya stroked her lip that had just been bitten with his thumb. The wound healed quickly due to the powerful self-healing ability of the True Ancestor's body.

He said slowly, "I heard from Qi Tian that you also believe in the coexistence of humans and demons, right?"

These words were like a blunt knife, slowly and precisely piercing Akasha's softest memories.

The terrified faces of the human children enslaved by the vampires, the villages struggling to survive under the rule of eternal night, and the ruins soaked in blood under the moon, scenes flashed before his eyes.

"Woo..."

An almost inaudible whimper escaped from between her tightly bitten lips, and even her long eyelashes were stained with tiny drops of water.

This True Ancestor, who was cold-blooded and ruthless on the battlefield and did not shed a tear even when being bullied by Douya, now showed such a vulnerable side.

An elusive smile flashed in the eyes of the Douya Yao. He reached out and held Akasha's slightly trembling shoulders, as if he were treating a lover, and his movements became gentle.

Rich demonic power condensed in the palm of his hand, and an extremely luxurious and exquisite Gothic dress gradually took shape.

wow——

Amid the rustling sound of fabric, Douya personally put on the dress for her.

He first smoothed out the wrinkles on her shoulders, and his fingertips accidentally brushed across her fair neck.

Then she slowly tightened the corset so that the dress fit her graceful waist and hip curves perfectly.

Finally, she gathered her cherry blossom-colored long hair neatly at the back of her head and tied it into a high ponytail that looked very ladylike.

Her hair cascaded down to her waist, revealing her graceful swan neck and smooth back.

When the last ribbon was tied into a bow at the waist, Akasha had already regained the peerless elegance of the True Ancestor.

The plump bust line is faintly visible in the lace neckline, the golden ratio of the slender waist and plump hips is breathtaking, and the long legs revealed at the slit of the skirt are like a work of art.

However, the crimson kiss mark on the side of her neck could not be concealed and was particularly eye-catching against her snow-white skin.

Silently telling the fact that she has been branded with an exclusive mark.

"She's truly a stunning beauty."

Douya took a half step back, his golden demon eyes examining his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The dazzling woman maintained the majesty of a queen, but also had the unique charm of being conquered by him.

The high ponytail style highlights her delicate facial features, and a few strands of hair hang down on both sides of her cheeks, revealing a hint of fragile beauty in her heroic appearance.

However, after being tossed around like a doll, the light in Akasha's eyes gradually faded, like a candle that was about to go out.

Her body still maintained an elegant posture, but her emerald eyes were as empty as a doll's.

Until Douya's fingertips gently touched her brow.

A wisp of golden demonic power slowly flowed into the depths of her consciousness like a trickle of water.

In an instant, countless images flashed through her mind—

Human farmers and monster laborers worked side by side, their sickles drawing neat arcs in the wheat waves.

The half-demon children chased and played on the ridges of the fields, their laughter floating up to the clouds on the wind.

Ox carts loaded with crops moved slowly forward, and the sound of bells and singing intertwined into a harmonious melody.

"This is......"

Akasha's pupils trembled slightly, and her originally dull eyes gradually began to ripple with light.

The peaceful ideas contained in those pictures were like a ray of sunshine shining into her almost frozen heart.

Douya retracted his finger, "Now, do you understand why I spared your life?"

Akasha, who had regained his mobility, unconsciously touched his heart, which was beating violently with these images.

For many years, the most secret wish in her heart was realized in the hands of this man who had no manners of a strong man.

"The kingdom I want to build—"

"There is no need for eternal night, nor for blood."

"If you want, you can be a part of this dream."

Douya's voice was soft, but every word was as loud as a bell, resonating deep in her soul.

Akasha raised her head and for the first time truly looked into the man's eyes. Deep within that golden light, there lay a world far more vast than she had imagined.

"Ah..."