The villa was quiet in the pale blue hours before dawn, the kind of silence where the world seemed to breathe lightly, recovering from the chaos of the previous night. The moonlight resting on the floorboards flowed like liquid silver, painting soft ripples across the wooden planks.
Raj floated silently toward the master bedroom window, assuming—as any tired, overworked immortal man would—that his woman had already sent that troublesome little fox Yao Yao to the guest room.
He landed without a sound.
The curtains swayed gently behind him.
Only one silhouette lay beneath the blankets.
Raj exhaled, a mix of relief and softened affection threading through him. He had spent the night checking the safety protocols of both villas—the new redundant spatial anchors, the reinforced dimensional seals, the electronically linked micro-bracelets tied to Vaani's emergency recall system.
After the spatial incident during the fight with Guanyin, he refused to let any of his women face danger again. Even the smallest irregularity now set off alarms in his mind.
Tonight, after inspecting everything twice, he simply wanted to crawl into bed with his woman.
He lifted a finger. His clothes dissolved into a shimmer of ultraviolet light and vanished into his pocket dimension.
Then he leapt—not gracefully, but with the relaxed confidence of a man returning home—and slid under the blanket.
A small warm body was curled there. Soft breathing.
The faint scent of jasmine shampoo.
Raj smiled faintly, reached out—
And the moment his hand brushed her shoulder, his instincts snapped open like a blade.
This wasn't Zhang Xiaodan.
Raj froze.
The Heartbond Eternal Spring Sutra stirred inside him on reflex, reacting to the unfamiliar qi signature. Vaani's soft alarm echoed in his mind:
"Master. The qi pattern does not match Mistress Xiaodan."
Too late.
Yao Yao jerked awake with a startled gasp—half confusion, half instinctive fear. She tried to bolt upright, but found herself unable to move. The Sutra's protective response had already wrapped her in binding threads of spiritual force, pinning her limbs gently but firmly.
Raj's eyes widened. "Damn. Wrong room."
Yao Yao blinked in the darkness, unable to see clearly, only feeling the pressure of invisible restraints locking her wrists and ankles in place. Panic rose in her chest like a wave.
"W-Who—?! What are you—?!"
Raj shut his eyes, jaw tightening. He didn't dare release the bindings immediately—the Sutra reacted automatically to sudden movements, and releasing it abruptly might shock her or cause qi backlash.
"Yao Yao. Calm down." His voice was low. Controlled. "I made a mistake. The Sutra reacted… I need a second."
But she was already trembling, struggling against the invisible threads. The more she fought, the tighter they pulled.
"Stop moving—"
She didn't listen.
Fine.
With a single thought, Raj activated a containment seal on the bed. Soft golden light rippled under the blankets, forming a barrier that prevented her from hurting herself.
Her eyes widened at the glow.
"W-What are you doing to me?!"
Raj sighed sharply—mostly at himself.
This had to be the most mortifying situation he'd been in recently. And that included blowing up nuclear warheads in the sky.
He extended a hand and tightened the spiritual bindings just enough to immobilize her fully—arms pinned, legs held still—yet without causing pain. The Sutra's restraints glistened faintly like gentle ribbons of morning light.
Yao Yao froze completely, breath catching.
Raj spoke quietly:
Yao Yao whimpered, cheeks flushed from fear and humiliation, unable to think clearly. Raj remained completely still, keeping distance, waiting for the Sutra's reactive energy to settle.
"Listen," he said firmly. "I'm not touching you. This was a mistake. My wife sleeps here—I thought she sent you away."
Yao Yao bit her lip, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
"You… you scared me…"
Raj rubbed his forehead, exasperated at himself. "Yes. I noticed."
Slowly—carefully—he began disentangling the Sutra threads one by one, ensuring the energy flow didn't shock her. When the last restraint faded, she curled into herself, trembling.
He reached out to lift the blanket from her face.
She slapped his hand away with a choked gasp.
Raj sighed.
"Fine. I'll leave." He stood, retrieving his clothes with a flick of ultraviolet light. "You're safe. Go back to sleep."
But when he reached the window, he paused.
And Yao Yao—humiliated, overwhelmed, feeling violated even though he hadn't touched her—did something he didn't expect.
She whispered in a small, shaking voice:
"…Raj?"
He turned slightly.
"You're… not even going to apologize properly…?"
He blinked.
Then he came back and apologized sincerely.
"Yao Yao. I'm sorry. Truly. I frightened you, and that is on me."
She stared at him through wet lashes, the anger inside her softening—not disappearing, but shifting.
"…idiot…"
He smiled faintly.
She sniffed again, wiping her eyes with the blanket.
"You better compensate me later…" she mumbled, half-resentful, half-shy.
Raj tilted his head. "Compensate?"
Her cheeks turned scarlet. "Not that! I meant—you should coax me! Properly!"
Raj chuckled quietly. "Fine. I'll coax you."
And he did.
Slowly. Carefully. Until the fear dissolved into warmth. And eventually—
When Yao Yao finally reached out to him, it was not through fear, but through trembling trust.
And for the first time since meeting him, Yao Yao understood why so many women followed this man willingly—even fiercely.
Soon… under Raj's methods, Yao Yao went from crying out in pain to moaning, and then from moaning to screaming… until finally begging for mercy…
Zhang Xiaodan came to rescue Yao Yao when she begged for mercy for the third time… How to rescue her? Of course, by sacrificing herself to feed the tiger…
Next Morning
Yao Yao lay under the thick blanket, peeking out only with her eyes. Every muscle in her body felt tender—not physically, but emotionally, as if she had been stretched too far and now couldn't quite return to normal.
Her lower lip quivered.
"I'm ruined…"
"Okay, girl. Don't cry." Zhang Xiaodan sat beside her, hugging her shoulders. "Nothing happened that shouldn't have. And anything that did was consensual."
"But… but…" Yao Yao's eyes grew watery again. "I want to report him!"
"The police cannot catch him," Zhang Xiaodan said with an amused sigh.
"…Is he… a second-generation official?"
"He's much more powerful than that." Xiaodan lifted a brow. "Do you want to hear a story?"
By the time the story of Raj vs. Guanyin ended, Yao Yao was gripping the bedsheets with trembling excitement. "Oh my god… that man… actually wanted to destroy the world for his woman…"
"Mhm."
"What happened next? Did he get ambushed? Did he—"
"He is currently in the kitchen making soup," Zhang Xiaodan said dryly. "He said he used too much Heartbond qi last night and worried you might feel tired."
Yao Yao's entire face turned red. And then—
"Yao Yao is awake…" came a familiar voice from the door.
Raj stepped in with a steaming bowl.
"Ahhhh!" Yao Yao instantly buried herself under the blanket again like an ostrich.
Raj laughed softly. "Is anyone there? Room service?"
"S-Stop joking!" she squeaked from under the blanket.
But when she didn't hear footsteps leaving, her heart thudded painfully.
"…Raj?"
No answer.
Her chest tightened.
"You—You really left?"
Still nothing. Feeling a strange panicked loneliness, she threw the blanket aside—
Raj was floating behind her, arms crossed, smirking.
She shoved him weakly. "You bad guy!"
He caught her in a gentle embrace, whispering. "Drink the soup."
Later that morning,
When Raj drove Yao Yao to work, arm wrapped around her waist, dozens of people stared as though witnessing a myth walk among mortals.
Tang Xiaojian, resident single dog and quiet admirer of Yao Yao, felt his world collapse the moment Raj kissed her cheek in front of him.
Raj deliberately added insult to injury when he sensed some hostility from him:
"Hi, I'm Yao Yao's boyfriend!"
Tang Xiaojian: "I—I… yes… hello…"
Yao Yao ignored him entirely.
Later, Raj whispered into Tang Xiaojian's ear with a voice colder than the Underworld's gates:
"Stay away from my woman… or I will erase your existence. Believe me—I can."
Tang Xiaojian nearly wet himself and fled.
Yao Yao kissed Raj fiercely, "My husband is the best."
Raj accepted with equal enthusiasm and left although feeling reluctant to part.
At the Vila, as the sun set and night approached, the vila was bustling with activities.
The women prepared a feast.
Lights dimmed.
Music filled the hall.
Yuxin and the maids performed a fox-dance—graceful, hypnotic, elegant.
Raj's eyes softened with pride and affection.
What followed was a celebration between lovers—filled with laughter, games, teasing, dancing, warmth—until the women collapsed around him, exhausted, smiling.
There were no outsiders at this gathering, only Raj's women: Princess Duan, Iron Hammer, Yuxin, Zhang Xiaodan, Zhang Tongtong, Yao Yao, Chunhua, Xiayu, Qiuyue, Dongxue, Guan Guan, and a group of maids...
Yuxin led the maids in performing their clan's special dance, the fox dance. The dance had been modified by Yuxin into a striptease fox dance. The graceful dance moves and seductive actions made Raj's little buddy furious, and with a wave of his hand, the no-holds-barred party turned into a rowdy scene...
A night of dance and enjoyment, a group of females fighting a lustful man... Although the group of females, led by Princess Duan and Yuxin, launched wave after wave of attacks on the lustful man, they were determined to kill the enemy but unable to turn the tide... Finally, they were defeated by the lustful man's powerful little buddy... For a time, there were wails everywhere, and water flowed like a river... Raj killed them until they were completely defeated...
Unknowingly, the sky had already begun to turn white...
Raj used his last bit of strength... With a scream, the last female warrior, Guan Guan, also fell.
Standing with his little buddy still erect in the air, Raj glanced proudly at the living room. He now wanted to shout, "Who else???????"
Looking at the women lying sprawled on the ground, Raj couldn't bother to pretend anymore. They were all his women, and he would feel sorry for any of them getting cold...
The floor of the living room was covered with bras and small pieces of cloth the size of a palm... Raj couldn't tell who they belonged to.
He felt a little unsatisfied even after taking on twenty or so women by himself. Looking at his little buddy who was still standing tall, Raj wondered if he should leave this place? But it seemed that the White Bone Spirit sister hadn't appeared yet... He felt unwilling to let her go like this...
Raj carried each woman to bed afterward. Cleaned the living room. Gathered discarded clothes into the laundry.
And only when everything was settled did he finally sit down and breathe. "Phew!" Since cultivating the Heartbound Eternal Spring Sutra, it seemed that his needs had become very great...
Just then, a brilliant light flashed.
A faint weight landed across his lap.
Raj blinked.
White jade skin, long raven hair, and a faint spiritual shimmer marked the presence of—
The White Bone Spirit.
She lay unconscious, dressed in a flowing ancient robe. She had been mid-teleport from her plane—Vaani whispered in his ear that this was not hostile, simply an accident of dimensional turbulence.
She stirred, eyes fluttering open.
"…Where… am I?"
Raj touched a finger to her forehead and released the slightest calming pulse of the Heartbond Eternal Spring Sutra. She gasped, her eyes widening at the warmth flowing through her chest.
Her heartbeat synchronized with his for a moment—an involuntary response.
She felt it too.
Their qi matched frighteningly well.
"You…" she whispered. "Why does my heart react like this…?"
Raj didn't move closer—but he didn't move away either.
Instead, he extended his hand slowly. "Do you want me to stop?"
Her lips trembled.
She looked at his face, his eyes, the warmth in his aura—so unlike the cruelty she had feared in past encounters with demons and cultivators.
Memories of loneliness, abandonment, and betrayal flickered in her eyes.
Slowly, like a frightened fawn, she placed her hand in his. "…No."
He pulled her gently into his arms.
And she surrendered with a soft exhale.
After a loud cry of pain, what followed were the constant desire-inducing sounds of a passionate couple mating session.
The next morning, the White Bone Spirit woke on the living room sofa surrounded by many beautiful women, all smiling knowingly.
Her face turned crimson.
She tried to sit up—failed—and sank back with a tiny sound.
The women laughed quietly.
Princess Duan wrapped a soft coat around her shoulders and stroked her hair. "Don't be shy. You're family now. Every one of us went through this."
White Bone Spirit pressed her hands to her burning cheeks. "…This is too embarrassing…"
Yu'er giggled. "We all said that on our first day."
"Welcome, little sister," Tie Shan said warmly.
And for the first time in her long, lonely existence—
The White Bone Spirit felt she belonged.
Truly.