I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

The self-reliant, demon-fighting and righteous heroine of the past now envies the weak girls in the storybooks who are always cared for and loved by the male protagonists. If one can get what he wants by acting coquettishly and cutely, who would want to lick blood on the tip of a knife?

It’s just that the first half of her life was too bumpy, and her expectations were always in vain. She never thought that she could get what she wanted.

Until today, she finally got what she wanted.

The girl's consciousness was blurred by the kiss, and she didn't even know when the hand around her waist was released.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on the bed, her outer skirt had been taken off, and the silk carpet beneath her was lingering with the delicious aroma of cake and the rich fragrance of the little vixen.

Even faintly, Yi Niao Niao could smell an exceptionally sweet, blushing fragrance of orchid.

How many strange things have the master and the little vixen done here?

Before Yi Niaoniao's little head could wake up from her confusion, a cold jade slip was stuffed into her hand.

"Master, please take a look at the secret method of Hehuan first." Yan Mobai's voice sounded from the side.

Yi Niaoniao hummed softly and sat up rustlingly. Her petite body looked particularly attractive under the dim cover of the gauze bed curtains. The candlelight illuminated her beautiful and delicate face. Her silky black hair was tied into two smooth ponytails and draped behind her shoulders. Her thin undergarment revealed every detail of the girl's delicate curves.

"The two bodies merge, the dragon and the phoenix merge, the dragon body is immortal, the phoenix body lasts forever, and vice versa..."

Yi Niaoniao had already seen this introduction in the outline. The secret method of Hehuan could allow the two parties to establish a causal entanglement. As long as this cause and effect was not severed, one party would not die and the other party would not be destroyed.

This method cannot make a person truly immortal, but it allows one party to use the body of the other, share the same Yuan Hai, and even... share the same heart meridian.

Once she has mastered this secret technique, she will be able to avoid heart disease by using the master's refined body, and the master will be able to use her sea of ​​primordial energy to cast spells, the mysteries of which are comparable to forbidden techniques.

The unorthodox sect that created this secret method of lovemaking is called the Shouqing Sect, which was once prosperous a thousand years ago. Although the younger generations are rather undisciplined, the founders of the Shouqing Sect were actually a quite upright couple who practiced spiritual cultivation. Many immortal couples who were famous throughout the nine continents came from this sect, and they shared life and death like mandarin ducks.

Compared with pure physical pleasure, emotional harmony can help people reach higher levels, and practicing the secret method of love will be much smoother.

The deeper the love between the couple, the more invulnerable their bodies are to water and fire. Unfortunately, it is difficult for the descendants to carry on the great cause of the predecessors. For thousands of years, there has been no Taoist couple who strictly abide by the rules of the sect. The sect has been indulged in debauchery all day long, and finally ended up being wiped out.

The secret method of Hehuan was not complicated, but by the time she had finished reading all the secrets of the method, her slightly pale face was already full of shyness and blushing. Even though she had read many descriptions in the storybooks, she was still a fledgling after all. When she thought that the green fruit she had guarded for so many years was about to be picked by a man, her little hands couldn't help but nervously press the hem of her underwear, but when she thought of those ethereal sentences in the storybooks, she couldn't help but loosen her fingers a little in anticipation.

The embroidered shoes on her feet had long been taken off, and her small and slender white feet were exposed in the air. At this moment, someone held them lovingly, gently caressing the soft flesh on the soles of her feet. The warm and itchy touch made Yi Niaoniao want to pull back, but she could not break free from the man's palm.

The girl was so itchy that she looked at the white-haired boy with wide eyes and begged for mercy: "Master... Master..."

A soft laugh sounded beside my ears. It was the little vixen teasing me: "Don't panic, Sister Yi. The leader likes this..."

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Chapter 177: Wish Come True (revised version)

Having read so many pink storybooks, Yi Niaoniao thought she had learned a lot from those experienced sisters in the storybooks. Although she couldn't be coquettish and charming, at least she could be calm and composed, unlike now, when she was trembling all over and couldn't muster up any strength to push away the master who was playing with her slender feet.

She didn't know why she suddenly felt nervous, just as she didn't know why her master liked her little feet so much.

Yi Niao Niao's figure was petite to begin with. Even when she stood next to Li Yulo, she couldn't even reach the small tuft of hair on top of her head. Her lotus feet, as flawless as white jade, were so delicate that they could be held in one hand.

Although not covered with white silk stockings, the lovely toes like pearls, the slightly curved arches and the pink and tender foot flesh are in no way inferior to those of a young girl's white silk feet. It's just that they are hidden under the skirt all day long and no one can appreciate and play with them.

But now, someone was holding her feet lovingly, teasing her most vulnerable soles. At the same time, she felt itchy, but at the same time, an inexplicable sweetness flowed through Yi Niao's heart. There was a hint of comfort in the discomfort, and the increasingly strong sense of contradiction made her at a loss.

She began to whimper softly, curling up her toes helplessly, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape from the clutches of her master. Instead, the man became even more aggressive as if he had tasted the sweetness of success.

"Don't scratch...it's itchy...let me go..."

Just a simple tickle was enough to make this girl, who knew a lot but had little experience, lose her temper. She twisted on the bed, crying and laughing, and her laughter and sobs were as pleasant as the chirping of a bird, with a few intermittent pleas for mercy.

In just a dozen breaths, in the maddening itchiness, she completely forgot to continue pretending to be a good puppy, and completely forgot that the person holding her white and tender feet was her destined master. Even if the other party really wanted to torture her, she could only endure it obediently, because that was the choice she made.

"Bad guy, let me go!"

The girl's soft and slender feet struggled and kicked in Yan Mobai's hands, and landed softly on his abdomen. It didn't sound like a resistance from being bullied, but rather like a lover's reluctant request for sex.

He held the soft and tender lotus feet in his hands neither tightly nor loosely, looking at the fairy with tears in her eyes and her shy and annoyed look, as if he was back to the first time they met. She was wearing a fox mask, and there was not so much servility and flattery in her amber eyes, but only the determination to win and the mysterious self-confidence. Occasionally, when they looked into each other's eyes, he seemed to see a proud little cat with its head held high.

In fact, it has always been this little cat. It is willing to lower its proud head just for the fish bones it likes.

He smiled imperceptibly and stopped what he was doing.

As soon as he let go of the girl's feet, she suddenly pulled them back.

Yi Niao Niao's face was flushed, her long black hair was slightly disheveled in front of her forehead, her beautiful amber eyes were filled with shame and anger, and her cherry lips were filled with panting left over from the play just now.

The girl clutched the quilt tightly in her hands, pulling it towards herself, and complained softly, "Master, please don't bully Niao Niao..."

She was really afraid of this guy playing with the soles of her feet, and worried that he would get interested again soon, so she simply tucked her two little feet into the quilt, put them under her buttocks, and protected them tightly.

But you can only protect it for a while, not for a lifetime. You can't keep covering up like this. How can you enjoy happiness if you cover your body tightly?

Yan Mobai's gentle voice sounded at the right time: "If the headmaster is nervous, you can wait for a while. This matter is not urgent."

The owner is so considerate...

Yi Niaoniao looked at her master with some gratitude, but she quickly realized that he was the culprit who caused her nervousness. He had bullied her little feet for so long and now he came to pretend to comfort her. His voice was so soft and pleasant that she did not feel annoyed at all.

When she was unconsciously savoring the memory, she suddenly heard a rustling sound, which sounded like a belt being untied from the waist and cloth being taken off the body.

But my dress had already been taken off to one side, where did this voice come from...

This bad vixen!

Yi Niao Niao's eyes widened. Not long ago, she had been lying on the door, listening to the little vixen eating her cake with smacking sounds. Now this guy had bad intentions again and wanted to eat up the cake in front of her again...

This is intolerable! Yi Niaoniao is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied. Even rabbits will bite when they are annoyed, not to mention that she is a dog. The most beloved bone has been taken away by the bad fox. Even the timid puppy will muster up the courage to scratch the bone with its claws to prevent the bad fox from taking it away.

Her slender fingers quietly hooked the belt of her undergarment and resolutely untied it. The thin gauze dress along with the quilt slid off the girl's exquisite body, revealing her seductive sight.

"Master, Niaoniao is ready..."

In the dim candlelight, she stood up with her still soft legs, hugged the leader's arm, and pressed her plump and smooth flesh against him, fearing that he would be seduced away by the little vixen.

At this moment, Yi Niao Niao discovered out of the corner of her eye that the little vixen was standing on the side. Her dress was still on, but she had taken off her embroidered shoes, and her bare white silk feet were stepping on the carpet.

The sound I just heard was...

She looked at Li Yulo in confusion, and Li Yulo also stared at her blankly. For some reason, there was a hint of resentment in those amethyst-like clear eyes.

“Sister Yi is not much older than me, how come…” The little vixen muttered words that she could hardly understand.

This bad fox didn't take off her skirt, so who would take off her clothes...

Yi Niao Niao realized belatedly that the body she was pressed against was exceptionally warm, and there was no barrier between their skins.

She swallowed her saliva, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but look down, her pupils slightly contracted: "Master... Master..."

……

If the process of sexual intercourse can be divided into good and bad, then the joy that Yi Niao Niao got last night must be of the best quality.

There were all kinds of strange ways of making love, many of which she had never seen even in the pink storybooks, but they could definitely make her feel weak and frightened.

She thought she was much stronger than the little vixen that day, and would never be so weak as to cry for mercy. But in the end, her master did not even give her the chance to beg for mercy with a trembling voice. Amid the waves, her words of begging for mercy became sweet sobs, and she was unable to utter even a complete word until she passed out.

When Yi Niao Niao woke up, it was already early morning outside. The morning light poured in through the gaps in the curtains, and the cold wind blew in through the gaps in the quilts, making her naked body tremble slightly.

The strange things left on her body last night were wiped away, but the kiss marks still remained on her skin, bright red, symbolizing the owner's possession of her, or in other words... it meant that the cake had fallen into her mouth.

She stared at the bed curtains for a long time, and suddenly found that she was holding a small and soft thing in her arms.

"Wow...what is this..."

Even after resting for two hours, the girl's throat still felt a little sore and her murmurings sounded hoarse.

After a brief moment of confusion, she remembered that in order to compete for favor with the little vixen, she summoned the sword spirit at night to serve one person together with her original body.

Now Yi Niaoniao had just woken up from her sleep and did not have the extra energy to ask Dao Ling to open his eyes, so when she lifted the silk blanket off her body, the little guy was still curled up limply on her body and sleeping soundly.

It's just... this cute and silly little knife spirit was naked for some reason, with some red marks on its fair skin. It huddled up on her body, with pitiful tears hanging from the corners of its eyes, as if it had been bullied by its master together with the original body.

Recalling the beauty of last night, Yi Niao's face turned slightly red, her body was so weak that she couldn't lift any strength, and her lower back was sore and swollen.

She stroked her still slightly bulging belly, the mark on it was slightly hot.

They all belong to the master...

It was just the same as what was described in the storybook, even better than that. Perhaps this was the happiness that she, as a girl, should have, the pinnacle of bliss that could never be achieved by drinking hundreds of bowls of sugar water or eating tens of thousands of plates of desserts.

No wonder it is called Hehuan…those two hours of joy, both physically and mentally, were the happiest times of her life.

Before she could savor the memory for long, the quilt covering her body was suddenly pulled by someone beside her. At the same time, she heard the little girl's weak mumbling, as vague as a dream: "I... I didn't eat it on purpose..."

Only then did Yi Niaoniao realize that there was a cute and childish girl lying next to her.

Little vixen... ?

The girl was sleeping with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes drawn back. Her face was so tender and beautiful that one couldn't bear to defile it. One only wanted to hold her in the palm of one's hand and protect her. However, judging from her half-exposed shoulders, she was not wearing even an inch of cloth.

Seeing her exhausted look as if she had also suffered from bullying, Yi Niao's lips curled up into an arc of gloating.

This guy ate just as much as she did last night... After she fell into a coma, all the hardships must have been borne by the frail body of the little vixen.

Thinking of this, Yi Niaoniao suddenly felt a strange sense of friendship towards her, like a comrade-in-arms, and the resentment that had accumulated from being bullied by the little vixen also dissipated.

……

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Chapter 178: Gift of Seven Fairy Flowers

Yi Niaoniao was lost in thought for a long time, and at one point she suddenly realized that she had not vomited blood in her heart for quite some time.

After a night of lovemaking, the trauma in her heart was much relieved, and vitality continued to flow from her heart, as if an exceptionally strong heart was beating in her chest, pumping vitality and blood to every corner of her body.

But... she could also see that her own heart veins were still broken, and the veins that should have been flawless were covered with cracks.

Yi Niaoniao suddenly understood that it was not her heart that had recovered. Her current health was only due to the glory of her master. Last night's joy was the bridge between the two of them. With every trace of blood and energy passing through, the beams of the bridge would melt an inch. Even if it was temporarily too wide to collapse, it would eventually melt away.

If you want to stay connected with your master forever, you have to compensate with more cassia trees.

She is not worried that the bridge will collapse one day. Like a loyal puppy, she blindly trusts in her master's love for her.

The effect of the Hehuan secret method was not that significant, at least it could not be accomplished overnight. The reason why the bridge could be built in just two hours was largely due to her endless love for her master, and also largely due to her master's love for her.

The two of them were in love with each other, and it wasn't a lie she told herself...

Yi Niao Niao couldn't stop laughing and had to bite her lips to control herself from laughing out loud. She knew her smile must look stupid, maybe even more stupid than when she was a sword spirit, but she was still very happy.

She died once in the inn in Jiuling Town, and the great sorrow before her death has always remained in her heart. Yi Niaoniao had forgotten what she was sad about before, and only now did she finally remember. At that time, she thought that the leader had never liked her, that everything was her wishful thinking, and that there had never been anyone in the world who silently cared for her.

From that moment on, all of Yi Niaoniao's self-confidence was shattered. She realized that she was not the heroine of the story from beginning to end, but a pitiful female supporting role for people's entertainment. Every hardship and obstacle she encountered since birth was casually arranged by the author to make the readers laugh.

But today was different. After receiving her master's love and care with every part of her body, her original confidence was fully restored.

The girl's small hands touched the love left by the owner of her belly, and from time to time she gently pressed the imaginative bulging curve under the soft skin. While it felt slightly sore, the lingering numbness was also particularly charming.

Even if the master was seduced by the little vixen, he still became her male protagonist in the end...

The expectations that had once been dashed quietly slipped back into her heart.

Yi Niaoniao smiled foolishly, looking up at the ceiling and imagining the happy future with her master. After a long time, she sat up tremblingly, gathered her hair behind her shoulders, pulled up her underwear to cover her chest, and lowered her eyes to look at the sleeping girl.

Normally, when she looked at this pretty, childish face, she didn't particularly hate it, but she definitely didn't like it either.

Perhaps there really is an emotion called jealousy that is always playing tricks on Yi Niao Niao's heart. She has called the little vixen "sister" many times, and the little vixen has also called her "sister" for so long. But no matter what the little vixen thought or said, at least she never took it seriously.

But after this night, many things have changed.

Yi Niaoniao had already eaten up all the cake she had been dreaming of. She no longer had any reason to be jealous of the little vixen and was finally able to let go of the bitter knot in her heart. Facing the soft and sweet words "Sister Yi", she could finally accept it calmly.

From now on, they are real sisters.

Yi Niao Niao felt inexplicably relaxed, as if all the burdens she had carried for a lifetime were lifted today. From now on, she no longer had to envy anything, worry about the past, or be anxious about the future.

"I forgive you, little vixen..."

The girl gently covered the girl with the quilt, listened to her mumbling in her sleep for a while, and then walked out of the bed barefoot.

For some reason, the white and tender little feet seemed to have a strange touch, walking on the smooth floor tiles, as if they would slip at the next second.

The girl's face flushed as she looked at her own lotus feet, which were as delicate as white jade. They had obviously been wiped clean long ago, but the hot temperature seemed to still remain between her toes. Just the simple recollection made her heart beat faster and her breathing became hot.

Before last night, she had never heard of such a perverted way of playing. The little vixen was right. The master was particularly fond of her here, so much so that half of the two hours of pleasure was spent on her delicate little feet. The tender flesh on her feet was bullied to numbness, and she felt a little uncomfortable walking.