The door shut with a soft click behind Lian Hu and Yu Luo, silencing their giggles.
Mo Han, on the other hand didn't move from where he stood. His breathing was hard, and his face was flushed. Even Bai Rong, who stood beside him, couldn't help but blush when her eyes landing on his raging dragon twitching visibly beneath his robes.
He was so embarrassed. This had never happened to him before—well, except that one time in high school when he popped a boner and his crush made fun of him.
Mo Han suddenly stood up, his fist clenched at his sides. A plan to relieve himself that didn't involve Bai Rong finally formed in his mind.
But before he could take a single step, his breath caught. The status screen hovered before him.
[Time Remaining: 22 hours, 49 minutes.]
The fluff ball materialized with a glare.
[You cannot relieve yourself with your own means. Just accept the fact that you need your first beauty to help you out.]
'Tch. You're enjoying this, aren't you?' he snapped mentally, already imagining the damned fluff ball was lounging around like a spoiled cat basking in his downfall.
It purred in response.
[Of course I'm enjoying it. If you explode here before climax, I will be forced to find a new body...which would be very unfortunate, considering how far we've come. So... Goodluck.]
"Master..." Bai Rong's voice was soft, but not timid. She didn't understand why he was hesitating—after he had done to her that day. This should be the perfect time to finish what she'd start.
She stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
Mo Han backed away, her robes rustling softly in the wind, why should he sleep with someone just because of a drug he accidentally ingested?
Why the hell was the alchemist even drinking that kind of tea? Was he immune to it or something?
This felt like getting drunk for the first time—unpleasant, out of control. Mo Han hated it. His mind was still clear, that was the problem. And yet, he wanted to touch her so bad it was killing him.
He swallowed hard. Bai Rong, seeing his struggle, stepped forward again, cornering him against the wall. Her fingers clutched her sleeves—but not out of nervousness this time.
She remembered how the other courtesan of the flower pavillion were all proactive. Maybe it was time she acted like one too.
"I won't touch you in the condition that I am in. Call the alchemist back," Mo Han said, his voice hoarse. He turned his face away. "He should have a pill to counter this. Or I would meditate. Step away."
"This is an aphrodisiac Master. If the Alchemist had a way to counter it, he wouldn't have just left. Yu Luo's always been the one servicing him, and that tea has always been his favorite. I will help you!"
Her eyes were resolute as she reached up and grabbed his chin, forcing him to face her. her cheeks were slightly flushed.
She wasn't going to let him do this alone. He couldn't even do it.
"Why are you being difficult?" he hissed. "Do you just want to devour me and level up? Do you think I'm not tempted? I should have pushed you to the floor and claimed you roughly the moment I woke up and saw you beside me!"
She smiled. It was soft. Sad. 'Does he find me... unattractive?'
"Then why haven't you?"
"Because I don't take advantage of people I care about!" he snapped. His breath shuddered in his chest, and his dragon pulsed painfully. He winced. "Because I have principles."
He was out of time. He needed to touch something. Do something. But then the fluff ball's words echoed in his head.
Damn it. He exhaled a frustrated sigh.
"Then burn them," she whispered, stepping close enough for her fingers to brush his chest. "Let your principles die—for just today. You're going to die if you don't do something, and I can't just stand here and watch."
She leaned in and bit the curve of his ear.
"I give you permission to use me—to your heart's content. I am a demon, after all. I feed on the lust of men to advance."
[In other words, take off your damn robe, you pipsqueak.]
Mo Han flinched.
Bai Rong didn't wait anymore. She stepped back and began untying the outer layer of her robe. Silk slid from her shoulder like a sigh, revealing the faint shimmer of her collarbone.
Only a sheer layer of silk underwear stood between him and the one thing he wanted most.
His mouth went dry.
"I'm not a child anymore, young master," she said gently, her hands bashfully pressing to her chest. "And I'm not doing this out of pity or duty. You've seen everything. I want to be the one who saves you... because I belong to you now."
He stared at her—at Bai Rong, the same girl who hated him for invading her spiritual space.
His dragon twitched again. And this time, he didn't hesitate.
He rushed forward and pulled her into his arms, not like a man who had been starved of food—but like one who had finally accepted it.
His forehead touched hers as he whispered, "Once I take you, it's not just for tonight. I won't accept you with another man. Once you're mine... you stay mine. Understood?"
She nodded, lips pressed tight, heart hammering against her ribs.
Why did it feel like her heart was going to burst? She'd never felt this way with the other human men. And even the rabbits, they were nothing more than rabbits in heat. But this—
'He said I was his...'
The words echoed in her head as his lips crashed against hers.
The kiss was slow. Painfully slow. Mo Han whimpered softly every time he dragged it out, testing the feel of her lips. He wanted this first time to mean something—for both of them.
Her breath trembled as he kissed her with a hunger buried deep by the previous owner of his body. His hands explored her shape, untying her last string of fabric.
The scent of milk filled his nostrils. His mind snapped.
One hand grabbed the full curve of her ass, the other cupped her breast. He turned her to the wall, his kiss deepening roughly. She gasped, pounding on his chest for air.
He pulled back briefly, only to move down, lips trailing along her neck. His teeth grazed her skin in warning.
She was all curves and softness—and he was addicted.
She moaned as her fingers fisted his hair, tugging free the pin that kept it up.
Mo Han's mouth closed over her nipple, his mind going numb. That was where the milk scent came from.
He quickly stripped off his robe, moving her to the bed in one smooth motion. Moonlight bathed her skin as she lay there, chest rising and falling in sync with his.
Red marks bloomed across her body, and Mo Han's gaze darkened. She looked like a blooming flower.
Then her eyes dropped to his raging dragon.
Mo Han followed her gaze—and yeah, he felt a flicker of disappointment. He was bigger than that when he was on earth. But to Bai Rong, it was already too big.
"Can you take it?" he asked, voice rough, sanity hanging by a thread.
"Use me, young master," she whispered, her voice trembling. "To your heart's content."