Feixiao's tightly shut phoenix eyes fluttered, tiny beads of sweat clinging to her eyelashes.
She had thought that today's treatment was over. For her chronic, incurable disease to have made such progress was already an unexpected joy.
Now, I should properly thank my new master…
However, before she could get up, she was immediately pressed back down by Daziel…
"Now, for the main part of your… treatment."
The words sounded like both a sentence and a promise. Daziel pulled her by the hair—not violently, but with a firmness that brooked no resistance—forcing her to stand. He guided her to the sofa and pushed her forward, making her fall onto the soft cushions on all fours.
"Just like that, perfect. Arch your ass for me."
Feixiao's face was pressed against the brocade, the rough texture scratching her cheek. Humiliation burned like fire across her skin, but her body—the traitor—responded differently. Her core was already wet, throbbing with a need she had never known before. The illness, that coldness nesting in her bones, seemed to retreat before the overwhelming heat radiating from Daziel.
She heard him adjusting himself behind her, the rustle of fabric. Then, a sharp, stinging slap landed on her right buttock.
PLAP!
"Ahn!"
The sting was sharp, yet it strangely sharpened her senses. The red mark of his hand on her pale skin was a seal of ownership.
Daziel squeezed Feixiao's ass as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world—the plumpness, the softness, divine—and now those glorious mounds were in his hands to shape as he pleased.
"Oh? Are you satisfied already?" Daziel scoffed lightly. "Did you think my 'treatment' for you ended there?" His palm gently stroked her sweat-slicked back. Feixiao felt an electric jolt run through her body, sending a faint tremble through her limbs. She struggled to protest, but the words wouldn't come. The instinctive craving for a cure waged a fierce war against her feminine modesty.
Without warning, she felt the thick, hot head of his cock forcing its way inside. He used no preparation—only her natural wetness. He spread her open with raw, deliberate force.
"Aaaargh! I-It hurts... Master!" A sharp cry escaped her lips. The pain of being taken like this, so abruptly, was excruciating.
"Daziel didn't stop. He gripped her hips with iron strength, holding her in place as he buried his entire length inside her with a single, powerful thrust."
"Your body is far more honest than your mouth," Daziel's voice was wise. "It longs for this, longs to be completely purified, longs to break free from the torment of the Moon's Madness."
"Besides, you say that, but you just had an orgasm from this alone," he panted, still inside her, watching her pussy clench and squirt from the orgasm of being fiercely invaded.
He stayed still for a moment, allowing her to get used to the sensation of being completely filled by him. Then, he began to move. Slowly, at first. Each thrust was deep, a friction that gradually turned pain into a raw, intense heat.
And with each of his movements, something more happened. A wave of heat, coming directly from his cock, spread through her belly. It wasn't just the heat of flesh—it was the heat of his aura, that oppressive power of a Borisin Warlord, being injected straight into her bloodstream. The ice of "Lunar Madness" began to crack.
He intensified his efforts, and the scorching current grew even more torrential. Feixão could no longer utter a single word, only allowing herself to sink into that strange "treatment." With every thrust, she felt further and further from the illness that had tormented her for years. And for the man before her, she felt a deep sense of admiration and... dependence.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound of his skin slapping against her ass filled the room—a primitive, obscene rhythm. Feixiao's moans began to shift. The pain had faded, replaced by something she couldn't name. A desperate need.
"Ah... Master... M-More..." The plea slipped out before she could think.
Hearing this, a wild grin spread across Daziel's lips. He wrapped an arm around her neck before speeding up, his thrusts growing faster, more brutal. He fucked her as if he wanted to shatter the former General into pieces and violently mold her into his new Fox Slave.
Feixiao's mind was a whirlwind. With every deep thrust, she felt the cold of "Lunar Madness" being driven out from her core, replaced by the overwhelming, liquid fire radiating from Daziel's cock. It was a violent exorcism, a purification through the purest debauchery. The pleasure was so intense it became a form of pain, and the pain, a form of pleasure.
"Ahhn... Master... Please... D-Deeper!" she begged, her voice hoarse, her face buried in the pillows. She didn't even know what she was asking for anymore—only that she didn't want it to stop.
Daziel gripped her hips tighter, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her waist. He leaned in, his mouth near her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"Do you like that, my little fox? Do you like being used like a bitch?" He growled, each word a lash against her already shattered ego.
"Y-Yes... I like it... Ahhh!" Her reply was broken by a particularly savage thrust that made her see stars, hitting deep against her womb. A shockwave of electricity surged through her body, making her legs tremble uncontrollably.
"I can't hear you properly," he taunted, yanking her hair back to expose her neck. He sank his teeth there—not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a throbbing red mark. A possessive bite.
Daziel's presence enveloped her, imbued with an undeniable sense of control. Each of his targeted ministrations was infallibly precise. Against the relentless torment wracking Feixiao's body, Daziel was like a tamer breaking in an untamed wild mare, granting her no respite to breathe or resist.
Without stopping his movements, Daziel laid her on her side while positioning himself right behind her.
Feixiao unconsciously gripped the brocade pillow beneath her, her knuckles turning white. Daziel's low voice sounded in her ear, carrying an undeniable tone.
"The root of your illness runs deeper than I imagined. To eradicate it completely, we must be... more thorough."
Feixiao's delicate body trembled. What little reason she had left urged her to resist. Her voice was fragmented, hoarse, with a nasal tone that sounded more like an invitation.
Shame and humiliation seemed pale and powerless in the face of such an immediate and effective "treatment."
"Her movements became even more frantic. Feixiao could no longer hold back her moans—those were not the sounds of a general, but rather the harmony of a woman experiencing the peak of pleasure."
"The act pushed her to the edge. Her entire body tensed. With a muffled cry against the sofa, Feixiao came for the second time. It was an overwhelming, violent orgasm that left her breathless, convulsing around Daziel's member, squeezing it with astonishing strength."
Feeling her tightness, Daziel let out a guttural groan. He wasn't even close to finishing.
"That's it… Cum for me, Little Fox. Show your Master how much you love this."
He ignored her and kept pounding into her, using the contractions of her orgasm to heighten his own pleasure—until, with one final powerful thrust, Daziel came, filling Feixiao's womb with his steaming seed. Her pink walls were now stained a milky white.
"Then, with a sudden movement, he withdrew."
The wet, obscene sound echoed through the room. Feixiao whimpered at the sudden loss of fullness. Before she could process it, he flipped her onto her back with a force that left her dizzy.
Now she lay there, completely exposed under his gaze. Her legs were thrown over his shoulders, spreading her open in a humiliating, all-encompassing way. Her intimacy—red, swollen, and glistening with their shared fluids—was fully exposed to the moonlight streaming through the window. The sight was so raw, so depraved, that Feixiao turned her face away, burning with shame.
Daziel, however, did not look away. He admired his handiwork for a second. The proud General, now broken, laid open before him, her legs in the air like some common whore. A satisfied, dark smile crossed his lips.
"Look at me," he commanded. His voice was not loud, but it carried a force that compelled her to obey.
Her eyes, filled with tears, met his. In that gaze, he saw no hatred—only fear, submission, and a sickening dependency that had just been born.
"Beautiful…" he murmured, leaning down and taking the lips of the stunning woman before him. He needed to be harsh with her to ensure she wouldn't try anything against him again, but he couldn't resist worshipping her like a man in love—her heroic beauty was simply irresistible.
Pulling back slightly, he aligned himself with her entrance once more. This time, the penetration was slower. She felt the thick head of his cock sliding into her, every inch a delicious torment. In this position, he went even deeper—so deep that she could feel the tip nudging the entrance of her womb with every thrust.
The angle was perfect. Each hammer strike hit their G-spot with brutal precision.
"Ah! M-Master... right there... right there... Hnnngghh!"
"Her body reacted instantly. She had no control whatsoever. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, desperately trying to take in more and more of that sensation that was frying her circuits."
"The disease... the 'Lunar Madness'... she barely remembered it. The cold in her soul had been completely incinerated by that fire. Now there was only the relentless rhythm of Daziel's thrusts, the sound of flesh against flesh, her desperate moans and his hoarse grunts."
"You're mine now, Feixiao. Do you understand?" he panted, sweat streaming down his forehead and dripping onto her body. "Every part of you. Your mind, your body, your soul... all belongs to me."
"Y-Yes... I understand... I'm yours... ah! I belong... to the Master!" she screamed, her voice breaking mid-sentence through another orgasm, even more intense than the first. Her vision turned white, her legs trembled violently against his shoulders, and her warm liquid gushed out, mixing with his.
"Her climax was the trigger for him. With a low, guttural roar that vibrated from the depths of his chest, Daziel exploded. He didn't hold back. He pumped his hot, thick seed into her—once, twice, three times—filling her womb with the ultimate proof of his conquest. He marked her from within, claiming her in a way no words or gesture ever could."
"He thrust into her a few more times, more slowly, spreading his seed throughout her insides, before finally collapsing on top of her, exhausted. His weight pressed her against the sofa, and his cock, still semi-hard, kept throbbing inside her."
The room fell silent, save for the two's ragged, uneven breaths.
Feixiao lay still. Her body ached in a pleasant way, her muscles trembling with exhaustion. An unprecedented lightness washed over her. The illness—the chronic pain that had plagued her for years—had completely vanished. Daziel's treatment, no matter how brutal, had worked.
He slowly withdrew from her. The warm liquid of his release trickled down between her legs, staining the expensive brocade of the sofa. A visible mark of her surrender.
Daziel stood up and looked at her. The proud General from before no longer existed. In her place was a broken woman—panting, with swollen lips, bite marks on her neck, and a body marked by lust.
But then, after recovering slightly, Fei Xiao clung to Daziel as she stood up. "Master… we must make sure I'm truly healed, so… please continue this treatment, you sly fox." Her voice was melodious, her eyes already clouded with desire. She would likely feel immense shame later, once she remembered this with a clear mind, but right now, all she wanted was to feel more of that pleasure her beloved master could give her.
And so, the hours passed. The two tried countless positions—their hunger for each other's bodies seemed insatiable. From then on, they were nothing more than animals lost in lust.
"All of Fei Xiao's holes have been conquered."
Her consciousness gradually blurred, as if she were adrift in a warm ocean, carried along by the waves.
An unknown amount of time passed, perhaps as long as an Amber Era, before the surging, torrential warmth finally subsided.
Feixiao was as limp as mud, unable to move even a single slender finger, her very soul feeling as if it had been drawn from her body.
She felt as if she had undergone a complete baptism and reshaping, from spirit to body, from inside to out, emerging entirely new.
The long-lost feeling of ease and tranquility, one she had almost forgotten, washed over her like a tide, bringing her to the brink of tears of joy.
"Th-this time… it… it should… be completely… cured, right?" she asked, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, filled with a post-calamity weakness and uncertainty.
Daziel didn't answer immediately, only gazing at her quietly with his abyss-deep eyes.
In the flickering candlelight, her flawless, snow-white skin was flushed with a captivating crimson hue, her watery phoenix eyes hazy and languid.
That helpless, pliant appearance was enough to stir the most primal thoughts deep within Daziel's heart.
Daziel finally spoke, his voice laced with a post-coital laziness and rasp, yet still imbued with an undeniable authority.
"But consolidating the therapeutic effect is also very necessary. Don't you think so, my… Fox Slave General?"
Feixiao's heart leaped. That deliberately emphasized title, "Fox Slave General," made her want to die of shame, to find a crack in the floor and disappear into it.
Yet beneath the shame, there was a strange, unfamiliar flicker… of acceptance and a thrill at having been tamed.
Resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes, surrendering the last of her futile resistance, and yielded everything to his control.
The next day.
A ray of dawn, like the softest feather, slipped quietly through the carved window lattice, casting mottled shadows of light within the private chamber.
The room was in disarray. The air was thick with the lingering, ambiguous warmth of the previous night's "treatment," mixed with the scents of sandalwood and tea, creating a complex aroma that stirred the soul.
Feixiao slowly opened her leaden eyelids, her consciousness hazy and confused for a moment.
The brocade cushion beside her was cold. The domineering, scorching heat of that person was long gone.
Daziel left.
The stark realization left a strange emptiness in her heart, as if she had suddenly lost some vital support, an indescribable sense of loss.
She struggled to sit up, her body weak and aching. A soreness that made her teeth ache emanated from every joint.
But it wasn't an unbearable torment. On the contrary…
It carried a strange satisfaction… of being thoroughly filled.
More importantly, she was overjoyed to discover that the familiar, agonizingly frenetic energy and needle-like pains within her body were gone.
Completely and utterly gone, without a trace, as if they had never existed!
The heavy shackles that had bound her for years were cast off in a single night. She felt an unprecedented lightness and freedom, her very soul feeling buoyant enough to fly.
Feixiao sat dazedly on the messy couch, her moist phoenix eyes filled with a dazed disbelief.
She subconsciously raised a hand to brush aside a sweat-soaked strand of raven hair from her snow-white neck.
The cool touch of her fingertips on the soft hair made her uncontrollably think of last night…
A captivating blush, as vibrant as a rose, bloomed across her snowy cheeks.
She, the great Sky-Faring General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, Feixiao!
Commander of thousands, decisive and lethal, a being who made countless villains tremble in fear. When had she ever displayed such a girlish, bashful demeanor?
Recalling the absurd and shameful scenes from the previous night still made her face burn, so ashamed she wished she could bury herself in the ground.
But the feeling of unprecedented comfort and lightness emanating from the depths of her body was so real, so clear.
The stubborn Moon Madness that had troubled her personal physician, Jiaoqiu, for countless days and nights, that had made her suffer to the point of giving up hope, was really…
Really cured just like that?
Through that…
That absurd, unthinkable, yet fatally tempting method.
Feixiao slowly lowered her head, looking at the faint, ambiguous marks left on her pale, delicate skin.
They were not just proof of the "treatment," but also the humiliating brand of her complete submission to that man.
She reached out a trembling hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the marks, her eyes a storm of complex emotions.
There was humiliation, confusion, relief, liberation, and even…
Even a trace of excitement and reminiscence that she herself had not noticed, or perhaps, did not dare to admit.
That man. Daziel.
The War Chief of the Borisin. Her… Master.
Daziel had stormed into her life like an irresistible hurricane, turning her once-placid existence completely upside down.
He had crushed her pride into dust, trampled the dignity she held as dear as life itself into the mire.
And yet…
Through a bizarre twist of fate, he had also relieved her of her life's greatest pain and despair.
What in the world was this?
A kind of blessing?
Or a deeper, more inescapable form of control and amusement?
Feixiao slowly got up. Her bare feet on the cold, hard floor sent a slight shiver through her, clearing her muddled thoughts.
She walked step by step to the brightly polished bronze mirror and looked at the person within—someone both familiar and strange.
Her features were still sharp and heroic, carrying an aura of martial might, but deep within her eyes, a lingering, misty moisture had appeared.
A soft, feminine charm unique to a woman. A hint of…
The meekness and dependence that only appears after one has been thoroughly conquered.
Is this still the Sky-Faring General Feixiao, who commanded the winds and clouds on the battlefield, who struck fear into her enemies and earned the respect and awe of her comrades?
She slowly raised a cool fingertip and gently touched her own reflection, her face still slightly flushed but now glowing with a different kind of radiance.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, with a healthy, faint pink glow, no longer the sickly pallor of her past episodes.
Her eyes were bright and clear, no longer troubled by those frustrating bloodshot veins, now shining with the light of rebirth.
She murmured to herself, her voice trembling with disbelief and ecstasy.
The flame of hope, in a heart that had been all but dead, was rekindled, burning brightly and illuminating the path ahead.
But with it came a deeper confusion and bewilderment.
The price?
Was the price she paid merely the submission of her body and one night of absurdity?
That man, Daziel, what he wanted was surely more than something so shallow.
Feixiao's gaze fell upon the cyan-white uniform scattered on the floor, messy and stripped of its former neatness and majesty.
It had once been her glory, her symbol, her everything.
Now, it looked like a heavy, cold shackle, a constant reminder of a past she couldn't bear to look back on.
No, perhaps… not unbearable.
A new beginning, one she had never imagined?
She shook her head forcefully, trying to cast aside the chaotic thoughts that troubled her.
Regardless, the illness was cured. That was an indisputable fact, a cause for immense joy.
She couldn't help but look out the window. The morning light was faint, dispelling the darkness of the long night. A new day had quietly begun.
And the fate of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, it seemed, had also been completely diverted from its original, predetermined course by that inscrutable man, sailing towards an unknown future.
A strange, inexplicable emotion began to sprout in the softest corner of her heart.
Perhaps, becoming Daziel's "Fox Slave" wasn't all bad. It wasn't just humiliation and despair.
At the very least, she no longer had to endure the heart-wrenching, soul-tearing torment of the Moon Madness that made life worse than death.
Once that thought arose, it grew like the most tenacious vine, spreading wildly through her heart, its roots so entangled they could never be pulled out.
She found herself, faintly… looking forward to the next "treatment."
No, not a treatment.
It was… a deeper entanglement with Daziel, a more complete surrender.
Feixiao was startled by her own absurd and shameful thought. Her beautiful face instantly flushed crimson, the tips of her ears burning.
She slapped her cheeks forcefully, trying to clear her chaotic thoughts and restore her usual calm and rationality.
"Feixiao, oh Feixiao, you're… you're truly insane! Completely insane!"
But a faint yet persistent voice whispered in her heart, full of deadly temptation:
But this feeling of being conquered, controlled, and cured… it doesn't seem so bad, does it?
Feixiao took a deep breath. The air she drew in was a complex, indescribable mix of the room's lingering intimacy and the unfamiliar scent on her own skin.
She lowered her gaze to the cyan-white uniform scattered on the cold floor, which had once symbolized her glory and dignity but now looked like a pile of shattered memories.
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she bent down and picked them up, piece by piece.
The cool touch of the fabric was a stark contrast to the lingering heat on her skin.
As the familiar uniform once again covered her graceful, now unusually sensitive curves, the friction of the cloth was a constant reminder of last night's madness and submission.
She seemed to have transformed back into the majestic Sky-Faring General, watched by countless eyes.
But only Feixiao knew, in the deepest part of her heart, that something deeply ingrained had been utterly shattered in last night's extreme humiliation and bizarre "cure," only to be strangely remade.
There was no going back.
Beneath the hard shell of "General Feixiao," a humble Fox Slave named "Salan" was quietly awakening, filled with an instinctual fear of her master and…
She pushed open the heavy door of the private chamber, her movements tinged with an almost imperceptible stiffness.
The brilliant golden light of dawn, like a bursting dam, instantly flooded in, carrying the morning's unique coolness and vitality, piercing her slightly swollen eyes.
Feixiao subconsciously narrowed her phoenix eyes and raised a hand to shield them, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.
The door to the private chamber was gently pushed open from the outside by a slender, jade-white hand.
The morning light, like flecks of gold, rushed in, instantly illuminating Feixiao's pale but strangely radiant and dewy face.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she slightly narrowed her eyes, adjusting to this long-awaited, clear daylight, free of any bloodlust or oppression.
Outside the door, a graceful figure stood quietly, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
The newcomer wore a magnificent palace dress that burned like a flame and was as splendid as red maple. The garment was embroidered with complex alchemical patterns, and it billowed gently in the morning breeze, exuding the dignified aura of a top-tier physician amidst its opulence.
The red was not a worldly gaudiness but was imbued with an indescribable nobility and authority, as if it had condensed the essence of countless herbs and the heat of flames.
Most eye-catching, however, were her slender, jade-like legs, encased in a pair of specially made, long silk stockings that transitioned from a captivating crimson at the ankles to a snow-like white upwards.
The stockings clung tightly to every curve of her skin, perfectly outlining the breathtakingly alluring arc from her calves to her thighs, shimmering with a strange and bewitching luster in the morning light.
Even from several steps away, Feixiao could clearly smell a faint, elegant, yet deeply sweet fragrance. It was a clear and unique scent that entered her nostrils and, strangely, made her senses—which had been thoroughly dominated by Daziel's scent last night—feel a hint of rejection and vigilance.
Feixiao's pupils, previously unfocused from her trance-like exhaustion, suddenly constricted. A ripple of unconcealable surprise and wariness spread across the lake of her heart.
"Head Alchemist Lingsha?"
This woman was none other than the newly appointed Head Alchemist of the Xianzhou Luofu's Alchemy Commission, the clever and beautiful Vidyadhara physician.
Lingsha had a keen sense of smell, often using it to diagnose illnesses and calm others with aromatherapy.
But why would she suddenly appear here?
And from the looks of it, she seemed to be waiting specifically for her.
Lingsha's beautiful eyes swept over her, her nose twitching slightly, like the most precise of probes, inconspicuously landing on Feixiao.
Her gaze moved from Feixiao's slightly disheveled hair to the faint, ambiguous red marks on her neck that hadn't completely faded, and finally to the complex emotions hidden beneath her forced composure.
Her gaze was probing, knowing, and even held a hint of… imperceptible amusement.
"General Feixiao," Lingsha's red lips parted, her voice clear and pleasant, like jade pearls rolling on an ice plate, each word carrying a perfect rhythm. "Your complexion today seems… quite different from your usual sharp and stern demeanor."
"Could it be… that you've encountered some great fortune? Why not share it with an idle person like me… so that I, Lingsha, might also bask in your good fortune?"
Though her tone was gentle, it carried an undeniable pressure, as if she had already seen through all of Feixiao's secrets.
Wenchen Inn.
The private booth by the window offered an expansive view of the bustling Starskiff Haven below.
Daziel's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the smooth jade tabletop, creating a crisp, rhythmic sound. His gaze was leisurely, tinged with a hint of laziness, as he looked out at the ceaseless stream of starskiffs in the sea of stars, which resembled an inverted galaxy.
Pitter-patter—
A series of hurried and lively footsteps approached from a distance.
A petite, vibrant figure, trailing a gust of fragrant air, burst into his line of sight.
"Daziel! Daziel! You're finally back!"
March 7th bounced over in a few steps, her iconic pink hair tracing several jaunty arcs in the morning light, a few rebellious strands sticking up, adding to her charm.
She rushed forward, her large, watery eyes now filled with unconcealed urgency and concern. The tip of her small nose was even dotted with a fine sheen of sweat.
"Yesterday… that General Feixiao, she… she didn't give you a hard time, did she?"
"The way that woman looked that day, I still remember it! Super scary! And she's an Arbiter of the Hunt! Her status isn't ordinary either. I was so afraid you'd be at a disadvantage!"
March 7th's small hands were twisted together nervously, her knuckles white. Her delicate, cute face was a clear billboard for the words "I'm very worried about you."
A meaningful arc slowly formed on Daziel's lips. In the depths of his inscrutable eyes, a fleeting glint of smugness and pleasure from having everything under control flashed by.
"Give me a hard time?"
He chuckled softly. The sound was low as he calmly lifted the cup of fragrant tea, which was still steaming, and took an elegant sip.
The tea was fragrant and clear, with a sweet aftertaste, just like his mood at that moment.
"Little March, think about it carefully. On this entire, vast Xianzhou, how many people are there who can truly give me a hard time?"
March 7th blinked her pure, large eyes, her long lashes trembling as if she were trying hard to process the undeniable confidence and deep meaning in Daziel's words.
"Then… then that woman, she…?" she stammered, still a little worried.
Daziel set down the celadon teacup. The bottom of the cup tapped lightly against the jade tabletop with a soft click, a sound that was exceptionally clear in the slightly noisy main hall of the inn.
"General Feixiao, you mean?" Daziel's tone was tinged with a casual laziness. "Oh, her? She's very obedient now."
Daziel's words made March 7th startle for a moment, then the worry on her face began to fade.
"From now on, I'm afraid I'll be the only one giving her a hard time, hehe." Daziel's fingertip tapped lightly on the smooth table, a hint of playful amusement in his eyes.
After all, having another once-high-and-mighty Arbiter-class figure now bowing her head to him, completely obedient, this feeling of thoroughly taming the strong was indeed incredibly pleasant, both physically and mentally.
Although there were already quite a few powerful women who had submitted to him, Daziel didn't mind adding one more.
Hearing this, March 7th first let out a huge sigh of relief, her chest rising and falling with the motion. Then, her small mouth unconsciously pursed into an adorable pout.
Her eyes, without her realizing it, snuck a peek at Daziel, her gaze carrying an indescribably complex emotion.
"Hmph, you make it sound so easy," she muttered under her breath. "She's a famous Sky-Faring General. How could she possibly… just obediently listen to you so easily."
Her tone was laced with a faint sourness and a little grievance that even she hadn't fully noticed, like someone had taken a peek at her treasured photo collection.
Daziel raised an eyebrow, his deep gaze resting on March 7th's adorable expression—a mix of relief, defiance, and petty pouting—and he couldn't help but smile.
There she goes again.
Even after being together for so long and her witnessing him bring so many women back, she could never quite break this old habit…
"Little March, are you saying you don't trust my methods?"
He reached out, his movement natural and affectionate, intending to ruffle March 7th's wonderfully soft pink hair.
But March 7th, like a little cat whose tail had been stepped on, jerked her head away and swatted his hand away, two suspicious blushes appearing on her pale cheeks.
"I never said I didn't trust you!" she retorted, raising her voice a little. "I just… I just think it's really strange! What on earth did you do to make a woman as proud as her, with her nose in the air, submit? She… she's not that easy to deal with…"
Towards the end, March 7th's voice instinctively lowered, her gaze becoming a little shifty, as if she were imagining some unpleasant possibilities.
Daziel saw the fleeting worry and faint jealousy in her eyes and understood perfectly.
This little girl isn't just worried about my safety, she's also…
Getting a little jealous.
This is very much in character for my dear March 7th!
He couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter warm and soothing, like a gentle spring breeze.
"Rest assured, when it comes to dealing with disobedient women like her, I, Daziel, have no shortage of methods."
"As for what kind of methods…" Daziel deliberately drew out his words, a playful glint in his eyes. "What other methods could I have? For a woman who likes to put on airs and bully me…哼哼~"
He didn't say it outright, but his meaningful smile was enough to spark the imagination.
Daziel's gaze suddenly softened as he focused on March 7th's clear eyes.
"You just need to know that, no matter when or where, I will never let myself be at the slightest disadvantage."
"More importantly," his voice dropped, becoming serious and filled with an undeniable sincerity, "no matter how many messy women surround me, Daziel, in the future, Little March, in my heart, you will always be the most special, the most irreplaceable one."
These straightforward and affectionate words slowly washed over March 7th's heart, melting away all her little worries and insecurities.
The blush on her cheeks, born of annoyance, quickly faded, replaced by a smile of genuine relief.
"Hee hee! If you say so, Daziel, then I'm completely happy!" She nodded vigorously, all traces of worry and doubt vanishing from her bright eyes, leaving only complete trust and reliance.
Seeing her vibrant smile return, Daziel also felt a sense of ease and contentment.
Ding—
Just as the atmosphere turned warm and harmonious, a somewhat discordant yet urgent notification sound suddenly broke the tranquility.
A message notification. Who would be messaging him at a time like this?
Daziel's brow twitched imperceptibly as he took out his phone from his pocket.
With a flick of his finger, the screen lit up, and two messages, filled with grievance and panic, clearly appeared before his eyes.
Sender—Yunli.
[Yunli]: Daziel! Bro!!! I… I… I just… experienced something I can never accept or even imagine in my entire life!!! Waaaaah… 😭
[Yunli]: I'm so sad right now, so scared, so helpless… Daziel, can you come over… and just hold me tight? Right now… I really, really need you…
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