Feixiao could feel it. In this strange, moonlit crystalline dimension, a faint, unique scarlet aura permeated the space.
That aura was of the same origin as the one from Daziel—the one that made her very soul tremble with the oppressive might of a Borisin War Chief.
Under the formless pressure of this aura, her mind was in turmoil. The flow of power within her body was far from its usual seamless harmony, as if bound by invisible chains.
A flash of icy light glinted in Stelle's sharp, spirited eyes. With unerring acuity, she seized the fleeting moment of Feixiao's distraction and inner conflict!
A perfect chance!
Her petite frame suddenly dropped low, cleverly evading the instinctual sweep of Feixiao's spear. The fire poker in her hand, still radiating an ominous aura, shot upwards from an angle that defied all logic and expectation, striking squarely against Feixiao's full, proud rear!
"Aaaahhh—!"
Feixiao let out a scream more wretched and desperate than any before. The soul-gnawing, bone-searing pain erupted within her like the most ferocious volcano.
She felt as if her organs had been pulverized by that single strike, her soul tossed into a cauldron of boiling oil to be fried repeatedly.
Every nerve in her body convulsed violently. The world before her began to warp and blur.
Behind her, the majestic and formidable projection of her spirit beast let out a cry filled with agony and unwillingness. The massive phantom, like a popped balloon, instantly disintegrated into a shower of fine light motes, vanishing into the void.
Losing the final support of her spirit beast, Feixiao could hold on no longer. The long spear clattered from her grasp to the ground. Her entire body, as if stripped of its bones, collapsed limply onto the cold, ethereal floor.
Her delicate form trembled violently as she let out intermittent, suppressed whimpers and moans, utterly devoid of any will to resist.
Stelle landed lightly on the ground, as if the intense battle had been nothing more than a casual warm-up for her.
She casually tossed the metal baseball bat, now stained with fresh blood, and the still-glowing, eerie fire poker in Daziel's direction.
The two seemingly ordinary weapons landed at Daziel's feet with a heavy thud, as if they carried the weight of mountains.
She then took off the black top hat she had been wearing so jauntily and tossed it over as well, her movements fluid and carefree.
"The rest is up to you, Master."
Stelle's voice returned to its unique, playful laziness, as if the ruthless battle goddess from moments ago was not her at all.
"Don't go easy on her, now. I'll be watching very, very closely," she added, her tone laced with a hint of someone eager to watch the world burn.
Daziel picked up the weapons at his feet, feeling a wave of speechlessness. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a sudden, violent shift in the light and shadows before him.
He and Feixiao, who was still crumpled on the ground with a faint breath, had already left that bizarre, kaleidoscopic space of consciousness and returned to the private chamber.
The touch of the cold, hard floor was intensely real. The faint scent of sandalwood still lingered in the air, but now it was tinged with the metallic, desperate smell of blood.
Feixiao remained curled on the floor, her body drenched in a fragrant sweat that soaked her tight, black combat attire, causing it to cling to her graceful curves.
Her beautiful face was ashen-white, devoid of any color. It was clear she hadn't fully recovered from the inhuman torment, her body still trembling uncontrollably.
Daziel stood silently before her, holding the unassuming fire poker that had just wreaked such havoc in the mental space.
His voice was still level, yet it carried an absolute will that permitted no argument.
Feixiao's body could no longer resist the fear and instinct for submission that rose from the deepest parts of her soul. She uncontrollably sank lower until her smooth, full forehead rested powerlessly against the cold, hard floor.
Tears of humiliation, no longer possible to suppress, rolled like broken pearls from the corners of her tightly shut eyes, quickly soaking the expensive brocade cushion beneath her and blurring her vision.
"I… Feixiao…" Her voice was broken, each syllable a struggle, as if forced from the depths of her throat, filled with endless despair.
She had completely given up the struggle, willingly plunging into a bottomless abyss with no path of return.
A complete departure from the original story; Feixiao, when facing her inner demons, had lost.
And she had lost utterly.
She didn't open her heart, didn't face her fears… All that happened was the awakening of a latent personality from her childhood enslavement, a personality named 'Saran.'
A profound, inscrutable arc formed on Daziel's lips, a curve that held both satisfaction and understanding.
"Very good, Feixiao. Remember your choice today, and remember this feeling."
He slowly retracted the suffocating aura of the Borisin War Chief.
The oppressive weight in the private chamber, heavy as a mountain, gradually receded like a fading tide.
Feixiao lay limp on the floor, gasping for air like a fish out of water. The cold sweat had already drenched her uniform, outlining her stunningly beautiful figure.
She managed to lift her head. Those phoenix eyes, once sharp as blades and filled with pride and confidence, now looked at Daziel.
They were filled with bone-deep fear, irresistible submission, profound confusion, and a hint… a hint of almost pathological dependence that even she hadn't realized was there.
Daziel's tone remained level, betraying no emotion.
Feixiao struggled, trying to get up from the cold floor, but her legs were still weak and useless. It took her several attempts, leaning heavily on a nearby low table, to finally stand firm.
She no longer dared to look directly into Daziel's deep eyes, which seemed to see through everything. She kept her head slightly bowed, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow that hid the complex emotions in her gaze.
Her words were somewhat jumbled, but she tried her best to express her compliance.
"Pleased to… submit?"
Fox Slave.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the private chamber.
"As for punishment, that's not necessary, nor will I have you step down as the general of the Yaoqing." Daziel's tone softened slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "I just hope that, from now on, you will be truly obedient, of use to me, and stop with your little clever tricks. Do you understand?"
"This Fox Slave understands! I will remember Master's teachings! From this day forward, whatever Master commands, this Fox Slave will go through fire and water to accomplish it, without hesitation!"
Hearing this, Feixiao felt as though she'd received a great pardon. She hurriedly and respectfully agreed, her voice filled with the relief of someone who had survived a disaster. Her feelings at this moment were incredibly complex.
For this small glimmer of hope, she was willing to pay any price.
Seeing the desperate resolve in her eyes, the smile on Daziel's lips grew deeper and more inscrutable.
"There's no need to be so dramatic, talking about dying ten thousand deaths."
He slowly stood up and walked to the window. He reached out and gently pushed open the pane, which was intricately carved with cloud patterns.
A night breeze, carrying the faint, damp scent of the distant star-tree sea, immediately blew in from outside, stirring a few strands of hair in the room and dispelling the suffocating, oppressive atmosphere.
Daziel turned around. His deep gaze passed over the flickering candlelight and finally landed on the wide, soft couch in the corner of the room, which was covered with a thick brocade cushion.
His finger pointed lightly in the air, indicating the comfortable bed, large enough for several people to roll around on.
Daziel let out a soft laugh, a sound tinged with a playful indifference and a natural, matter-of-fact ease. "Do you think, given our current relationship, I still have any need to deceive you, a prisoner, a humble plaything, about such matters?"
His words were filled with the calm of one in complete control and an unquestionable authority.
Feixiao's heart pounded as if struck by a heavy hammer!
Humiliation, desire, and fear… Countless complex emotions churned and collided wildly within her like a raging sea.
She subconsciously bit her full lower lip, her sharp teeth sinking deep into the soft flesh, drawing a trace of crimson blood and bringing a sharp sting of pain that allowed her chaotic thoughts to clear, if only for a moment.
"Master… Master is right… It is this Fox Slave… this Fox Slave who was foolish…"
"This Fox Slave… I will… I will do as you say… at Master's disposal…"
Her voice trembled violently and uncontrollably. Each word seemed to drain all her strength, yet it also carried the resolve of someone burning their bridges, making one last desperate gamble.
She slowly moved her still-sore feet. The cyan-white uniform, in her eyes, now felt like a thousand-pound chain, making every step an immense struggle.
Beneath the jacket, the perfect curves of her body, honed by years of battle, were fully revealed, full of astonishing elasticity and explosive power. Yet now, they silently spoke of her humiliation and helplessness.
Each step was like treading on a red-hot iron, like treading upon her own heart, which was already riddled with holes.
An indescribable sense of shame washed over her mind in cold waves, one after another, threatening to drown her completely.
However, the intense desire to cure her chronic ailment, the desperate hope to escape the pain…
That hope ruthlessly suppressed the shame that could have shattered her bones.
She finally reached the soft couch that emanated a faint, alluring fragrance. Her outstretched fingers were ice-cold and trembling slightly.
Outside the window, the pure moonlight poured in like mercury, flooding the entire chamber and illuminating her face—pale as snow, yet still breathtakingly beautiful.
Under the moonlight, her eyelashes fluttered, casting two faint shadows and adding a touch of pitiable charm.
He looked down from his superior height at Feixiao on the soft couch, his gaze as deep as the sea, revealing no emotion.
Feixiao kept her eyes tightly shut, but she could distinctly feel his palpable presence, like a tangible aura, approaching her bit by bit, like an invisible net closing in, trapping her securely.
She was so nervous that even her breathing became cautious, terrified that the slightest unusual movement would bring about unforeseen consequences.
Daziel gripped Fei Xiao's large breasts firmly, his hands sinking into the torn fabric of her battle-worn clothes from her fight against Stelle, squeezing them like warm, soft clay.
Her nipples stiffened quickly, pressing against his fingers, and Fei Xiao felt shame and a tinge of discomfort flood her entire body—after all, she had never been touched like this before. Now, as a proud warrior reduced to nothing, the humiliation left her flushed and trembling.
"This… is so degrading," she thought, her heart pounding, yet the heat in her groin grew, treacherous and insistent.
With a quick, impatient motion, Daziel yanked off the remains of her top, exposing everything to his gaze.
Fei Xiao's bare, heavy breasts swayed freely, her smooth, fair skin contrasting with the cold air that hardened her nipples further. He didn't waste a second—he buried his mouth against them, his tongue licking and sucking at her right nipple like a starved animal, swirling in wet circles and lightly nipping with his teeth, the salty taste of her skin mixed with sweat from their earlier fight.
Fei Xiao moaned louder this time, her whole body writhing, the strange heat in her core turning into a shameful wetness dripping between her legs—it was as if every lick of his ignited a masochistic fire inside her, forcing her to admit she enjoyed this controlled humiliation just a little.
"Anhh~ ♡♡ Master~ Please… slower.. ♡"
As Daziel continued, his lips sucking on her glorious breasts as if they were the finest feast, his hands explored the rest of her body, gripping her waist and brushing against her fox ears, which quivered with excitement.
Fei Xiao fought back her moans, but it was useless—pleasure rose like a wave, blending shame with a filthy desire she refused to name.
After minutes of relentless sucking, he pulled away, his face glistening with saliva, and pushed her down onto the cold floor. Her knees ached from the impact.
"Good. We'll start with oral medicine," he murmured, his voice low and smooth yet laced with command.
In one swift motion, he lowered his pants, and his cock sprang free in front of her face—thick, throbbing, and radiating an intoxicating masculine scent that made Fei Xiao's nostrils flare.
It was pure fetish—forced submission mixed with curiosity. At first, she licked the tip slowly, the salty, sticky taste filling her mouth, before wrapping her lips around the head, her movements clumsy and inexperienced yet full of intensity.
Daziel stroked her white hair, his hands drifting down to her fox ears, squeezing and massaging them as he'd always dreamed, sending electric shivers through her body.
"God… this is divine," he thought, looking down at her large breasts swaying as she sucked.
Noticing her tempting chest, he ordered: "Use them, Fei Xiao."
She obeyed, pressing her breasts around his cock in a lewd titfuck, his member so large it protruded from the top, the swollen purple head bumping against her chin.
She licked and sucked the tip while moving her tits, saliva dripping and making everything slicker, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Pausing briefly, she took him deeper, her tight throat swallowing nearly to the base before pulling back, coughing and gasping for air, tears streaming from her once-brave, heroic eyes—now filled with pathetic submission.
But the pink flush on her cheeks told the truth: she was enjoying it, her masochism growing with every ear caress.
"His scent… his taste… why does it feel so good?" she admitted to herself, her body trembling with arousal.
"Master… am I doing it right?~" Fei Xiao asked, her lips barely parting from Daziel's cock. Her reddish-pink lipstick had already smeared all over its length.
"Perfect. Now try taking it deeper, my dear little fox," Daziel replied, still fondling her soft ears.
Returning to rhythm, Fei Xiao used both her mouth and breasts, drool dripping as his cock hardened like steel. Daziel grabbed her ponytail, forcing her mouth down to the base in one brutal thrust, his tip grinding against her wet, tight throat.
Hot bursts of cum erupted straight into her stomach, the bitter taste flooding her mouth as tears spilled—yet at the same moment, her pussy squirted in a masochistic orgasm, the painful pleasure of her throat being used making her shudder and moan.
When he pulled out, a loud "pop" echoed, bubbles of semen spilling from her mouth and nostrils, her face a mess of tears and fluid.
It was an electrifying sight—the ultimate domination fetish—leaving Fei Xiao exhausted yet strangely satisfied.
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