The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"What Are You Waiting For...?"

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"Huh?"

Zhu Qing stretched, raising her arms above her head, exposing her smooth, snow-white armpits.

Su Xiaobai paused.

Too dazzling.

It was like a celestial fairy had descended from the heavens, her beauty beyond mortal comprehension. If the poets of his old world had seen this—

They'd eat fart.

Zhu Qing sighed lazily, closing her eyes as if she had all the time in the world. But then—her lashes flickered. One eye cracked open, her hazy gaze landing squarely on him.

"What are you waiting for~?"

Su Xiaobai's breath froze.

His instincts screamed.

"…Elder," he asked warily, "what exactly do you mean?"

Zhu Qing's lips curved.

"What do I mean?" she echoed playfully. "You want to reach Nascent Soul Realm, don't you? I said I'd help you…"

She patted her lap.

Invitation.

Confirmed.

Su Xiaobai felt like he was standing on lava.

The water beneath him wasn't hot enough to explain the fire burning through his body.

Was this a signal?

Did she mean he could just—go for it?

The plan was twins.

Hu Jiao'er and Hu Mei'er—they were the goal.

Of course, Zhu Qing herself was always on the list, but she was too damn unpredictable.

If this was a trap, he'd rather eat Bai Yujian's sword than fall for it.

…But.

Puchi!

Zhu Qing noticed his hesitation.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, an embarrassed pout forming.

"Little villain," she muttered, crossing her arms. "I'll say it one last time—if you don't want it, then forget it—"

Splash!

Before she could finish, Su Xiaobai's hesitation vanished.

He crossed the spring in an instant.

Before Zhu Qing could even react, he was already holding her.

Her soft waist.

His face, pressed between those impossibly plush peaks.

He inhaled deeply.

…Heaven.

A delicate fragrance of spirit herbs and lotus filled his nose, but all he could think about was softness, warmth, and the years of suffering he had endured without this.

Hiss~

Zhu Qing shuddered.

A light bite landed on the tip of her ear.

Su Xiaobai grinned against her skin.

"Elder," he murmured, "who said I didn't want this? I just… didn't realize my great Elder was still a... little maiden."

Boom.

Zhu Qing's face turned crimson.

"You—!"

Her mind short-circuited.

She was about to shove him away, but instead—her hands landed on his chest.

Her fingers trembled.

For some inexplicable reason, her spiritual strength was… nonexistent.

Su Xiaobai felt the weakestpush of his life.

He snickered.

"Going back on your words, Elder?" His grin turned devilish. "That's impossible!"

Zhu Qing bit her lip.

Why was she not pushing him properly?

Why was her heart pounding so fast?

Even after so many centuries…

Did she still have a playful heart?

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Things had happened between them before.

But when Su Xiaobai grabbed her waist, yanked her into the water, and felt the soft flesh of her body mold against his own—

It felt like he was touching her for the first time.

A subtle thrill coiled in his gut.

Whatever this woman had plotted—irrelevant.

He could deal with it.

After he finished her.

His lips crashed against hers.

Warm. Soft. The faintest taste of spirit wine... Sweet.

Her lashes fluttered, her body instinctively melting, but before she could fully give in—

He pulled back.

A tease.

A provocation.

"....?" Zhu Qing's eyes snapped open, dazed and confused.

Su Xiaobai was staring.

Not at her body. Not at her lips.

At her face.

Unmoving. Intense.

Her throat went dry. She blinked, a flicker of nervousness creeping in. "What?"

Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue. "Tsk. Elder, one should always pray before eating. It's an old tradition."

"???"

Her brows twitched.

She had never heard of this bullshit before.

As for what 'eating' meant?

Of course she knew.

Su Xiaobai, however, wasn't rushing.

His fingers lifted, pressing against her cool cheeks, sandwiching her delicate, flawless face between his burning palms.

His touch seared her skin.

His breath, hot and slow, ghosted over her lips.

Zhu Qing exhaled sharply.

For a brief, foolish moment, she thought—maybe—he was actually about to pray.

And then she felt it.

The way he held her.

The way his thumbs traced the edges of her rosy lips.

The way his grip tightened—firm, possessive, hungry.

This bastard.

He had no intention of forgetting his old habits just because he ascended to the throne.

Messing with her?

At this moment?

Before she could curse him—

Before she could say anything—

Before she could even breathe—

His lips were on hers again.

And this time—

He didn't stop.

"Nnn—!" Zhu Qing's muffled moan vibrated against his lips.

Su Xiaobai devoured her whole.

His tongue plunged in, twisting, curling, tasting her like a starved beast that had just been given the finest heavenly fruit.

A wet, obscene noise echoed in the chamber, the sounds of their saliva mixing, of tongues battling, of teeth clashing as he sucked, licked, bit.

"Mm—! Hhngh…!" Zhu Qing's hands fisted against his chest—a pitiful attempt at resistance, but her fingers only ended up clawing into him, pulling him closer.@@novelbin@@

Her lips trembled, but he didn't let up.

His teeth grazed against her lower lip.

A sting—then heat.

A muffled, breathless whimper left her throat.

Su Xiaobai grinned against her lips, then—

He bit down harder.

Zhu Qing's eyes snapped open wide.

"Ahn—! Hah… y-you bastard…!"

She tried to pull away—only for his hands to tighten around her jaw, forcing her right back into his feral kiss.

"Hhng—mmph! F-Fuck—!"

Her breath ragged, short and desperate.

Her mind, a foggy mess.

She had kissed him before.

But this—this was no kiss.

It was a goddamn massacre.

"Ah—mm… ngh! Hah—!"

Her legs clenched.

Her body arched.

Su Xiaobai groaned into her mouth, one hand sliding down, tracing her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"Still playing hard to get, Elder?" he murmured, his breath scorching against her wet, swollen lips.

"Y-You…! Hah—ahh…! Y-You're… still the same bastard… ngh…!" Zhu Qing panted between messy, sloppy kisses.

Su Xiaobai chuckled, his tongue swiping across her bottom lip, savoring the taste of her spit, heat, and surrender.

"You sound out of breath, Elder," he teased, voice dark and amused. "Want me to help you breathe?"

Zhu Qing trembled.

She was drenched—and not just from the water.

Her fingers dug into his hair, his back, his shoulders—

Su Xiaobai groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding lower—grabbing her ass, fingers digging into plush flesh, squeezing like he owned her.

Zhu Qing twitched, shuddering, her arms locking around his neck, yanking him deeper.

And still, he didn't stop.

Didn't give her a moment to think.

By the time he finally pulled away, leaving her panting, trembling, dazed beyond recognition—

His lips were shiny with her spit.

His breath was ragged.

And Zhu Qing…

Zhu Qing looked like she had just been fucking ruined.

Her lips—swollen, red, kiss-bitten.

Her eyes—glazed, confused, still drowning in the aftershock.

Her chest—rising, falling, rising, falling, struggling for air.

Su Xiaobai licked his lips.

Then— He chuckled.

Low. Deep. Smug as fuck.

"So," he murmured, tilting his head.

"Was that prayer good enough for you, Elder?"

Zhu Qing…

Had no words.

Just a single thought.

Fuck.

She might have just dug her own grave.

Her thighs instinctively pressed together, her body trembling as if she were prey cornered by a predator.

What the hell was going on?

Why was her heart pounding in fear, as if she were on the verge of being devoured?

Su Xiaobai, watching her awkwardly flushed expression, knew—

It would take her time to recover.

His hand, still hidden beneath the water, cupped her ass.

Soft. Juicy.

His fingers sank into the plush flesh, squeezing—a handful of perfection.

Gods.

It was even better than he imagined.

His palm slid lower, caressing the back of her thighs, tracing the delicate skin, feeling the slight tremors in her muscles.

He chuckled.

"Elder, there's still time…"

His voice was low, taunting, dangerous.

"Don't worry, I won't belittle you if you back off. After all, it's normal for people to be cowards in certain matters—"

Before he could even finish, Zhu Qing's mind snapped.

She gritted her teeth.

"Stop blabbering. Who the hell is backing off?"

The second the words left her mouth, her eyes widened.

Shit.

She fucking played herself.

She had been thinking about it—just throw some core disciples at him, cite some bullshit excuse, get away for now…

But now?

That wasn't fucking possible anymore.

Su Xiaobai's grin widened.

"Good," he murmured, his hot breath tickling her ear.

"I knew it. My Qingqing is anything but a coward."

Zhu Qing froze.

Her face flushed deeper.

This guy—!

Twisting words. Playing tricks. Very cunning.

She clicked her tongue.

Fine.

Good.

She would teach this little bastard what it meant to get sucked dry.

Su Xiaobai barely had time to react before—

Her hands rose to her shoulders.

And then—

The robe slid off.

"!!"

His breath caught.

The white fabric fell, pooling around her waist, revealing—

Everything.

His hands, unconsciously reaching out, traced from her shoulders down—

Sliding down the curve of her collarbones…

Further down—

Soft. Warm. Heavy.

His palms pressed into the two massive jade peaks, fingers sinking deep into pillowy, flawless flesh.

His throat went dry.

So fucking soft.

A low groan rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward.

His lips crashed against her skin.

A sharp, wet sound echoed as he bit down.

"Ah—!"

Zhu Qing jerked, her back arching.

The moment her helpless moan slipped, Su Xiaobai pushed her further back, trapping her against the edge of the spring.

His tongue dragged lower, tasting her, kissing, sucking, marking—

From her collarbone to the base of her throat, then down toward the valley between her peaks.

Zhu Qing's hands flew up, grabbing his hair helplessly.

His breath scorched her skin, his lips burning trails of heat down her exposed, trembling body.

"Little Villain…"

Her voice was shaky, breathless.

"Haven't you felt a woman before?~"

She laughed awkwardly, trying to regain composure.

"Why do you—hnngh—why do you wanna take out all your anger on me?"

She gasped as he bit down on the side of her neck.

Hard.

Sucking.

Licking.

She felt it—the wet, sloppy pressure, the pull of his lips dragging against her skin.

Gods.

He was sucking her so hard—

"Ahh—! Hah—! Nnnh…! You...!"

A delicious shiver coursed through her.

Su Xiaobai didn't answer.

He growled against her throat, his grip tightening, his fingers sinking deeper into her flesh.

His hands moved lower—grabbing her thighs, pulling them apart, forcing her legs to spread around his waist.

Zhu Qing's heart pounded.

Damn.

If he was already like this now…

What the hell was it going to be like later?

She let out a low, bitter chuckle, exhaling shakily.

Then, she shut off her brain.

Screw it.

You started this fire, Zhu Qing. Now burn with it.