The Golden Toad Auction House was a cathedral of greed. Located in the heart of the trade city, it was a towering structure of gold and obsidian, guarded by Formation Masters and illuminated by thousands of floating spirit lanterns.
Tonight was the Annual Grand Auction. The air buzzed with the chatter of powerful cultivators, the scent of expensive perfumes, and the undercurrent of ruthless competition.
Feng Wuya did not enter through the front door like a commoner. He arrived via a private teleportation array directly into the Skybox VIP Suite.
The suite was opulent, draped in red velvet and gold silk, overlooking the massive auction floor below through a one-way spirit glass wall.
Feng Wuya sat on a throne of tiger skin, swirling a glass of wine.
Sitting next to him, stiff as a board, was Su Qingyue.
She was dressed in a formal gown of ice-blue silk that hugged her figure tightly. It was conservative, covering her from neck to toe, but Feng Wuya's gaze made her feel naked. She stared straight ahead, her face pale, hands clenched in her lap.
"Relax, Qingyue," Feng Wuya said, resting his hand casually on her thigh. He felt her muscles tense under the silk. "You look like you're attending a funeral. Smile. We are shopping."
"I am only here because you threatened my clan," Su Qingyue hissed, not looking at him. "I want no part in your debauchery."
"You are my fiancée," Feng Wuya replied, his fingers kneading her thigh, moving dangerously close to her groin. "Where I go, you go. You need to learn how your future husband conducts business."
Below them, the auctioneer—a fat man with a greasy smile—banged his gavel.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Elders and Young Masters! Welcome! Tonight, we have treasures that defy the heavens!"
Items came and went. A sword made of meteoric iron. A pill that could regrow limbs. Feng Wuya ignored them. He was waiting.
Finally, the lights dimmed. A hush fell over the crowd.
"And now," the auctioneer whispered, his voice amplified by arrays. "The finale. A creature of legend. A beauty from the Fallen Beast Realm."
A large cage was wheeled onto the stage, covered by a black cloth. The auctioneer whipped the cloth away.
The crowd gasped.
Inside the cage, curled into a ball, was a girl.
She appeared no older than eighteen. Her skin was alabaster white, flawless and glowing with a faint moonlight aura. She was naked, save for a few strategically placed chains of Spirit-Suppressing Gold.
But what drew every eye were her features. Two fluffy, white fox ears twitched atop her head. And behind her, nine magnificent, fluffy white tails fanned out, covering her modesty like a blanket.
The Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox.
She looked up, her eyes wide, frightened, and distinctively animalistic—pupils like vertical slits, shimmering with a mesmerizing pink light.
[Eye of Sin Activated]
[Target: Xue'er (Fox Princess)]
Race: Royal Nine-Tailed Fox (Demi-Human).
Status: Virgin. Slave Seal applied.
Special Trait: Natural Charm. Her body naturally emits pheromones that induce lust and obsession in males.
Hidden Potential: If dual cultivated with, she grants the user the ability to cast illusions. She is the Key to the Fox God's Tomb.
Destiny: Fated to be saved by Ye Chen, becoming his most loyal lover.
Feng Wuya grinned. "Found you."
"A beast-kin..." Su Qingyue murmured in disgust. "To sell a living being... this is barbaric."
"It's business," Feng Wuya corrected.
"Bidding starts at 500,000 Spirit Stones!" the auctioneer shouted.
"600,000!" "800,000!" "One million!"
The price skyrocketed. The lust in the room was palpable. Every man wanted to taste the legendary fox.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the general seating area below. It was righteous, angry, and familiar.
"Two million Spirit Stones!"
Feng Wuya looked down. Through the glass, he saw him. Ye Chen. He was wearing a black cloak, trying to hide, but the Eye of Sin saw through it. Beside him sat a mysterious old man in a hood (likely a helper arranged by his Ring Grandpa).
Ye Chen stood up, glaring at the cage. "I will free her! Such cruelty cannot be allowed!"
The crowd murmured. Two million was a huge sum for an Outer Disciple.
Feng Wuya pressed the button on his armrest that amplified his voice to the entire hall.
"Five million."
His voice boomed like thunder, silencing the room. All heads turned up to the Skybox.
"F-Five million?" the auctioneer stammered. "From the Feng Clan's box!"
Ye Chen gritted his teeth. He clenched his fists until they bled. "Six million! That is everything I have!"
It was a bluff. He was borrowing against the old man's reputation.
Feng Wuya laughed. It was a cold, cruel sound that echoed through the hall.
"Ten million."
Dead silence.
Ten million Spirit Stones was the annual budget of a medium-sized sect. Feng Wuya dropped it like it was pocket change.
Ye Chen's face went purple. He slumped back into his seat, defeated. He didn't have the funds. He had lost.
"Ten million going once! Twice! Sold to Young Master Feng!"
[Ding! Villainous Act Complete.] [Target: Ye Chen. Hope crushed. Destiny Points +1000.] [Reward: The Fox Slave is yours.]
Feng Wuya stood up. "Bring her to my room. Immediately."
Ten minutes later, the door to the VIP suite opened. Two guards dragged the fox girl in and threw her onto the thick carpet. They bowed and left, locking the door.
Xue'er huddled on the floor, shaking. The chains clinked softly. Her nine tails were wrapped tight around her body, hiding her breasts and groin. She looked up at Feng Wuya with terrified, watery eyes.
"So beautiful..." Feng Wuya murmured.
He looked at Su Qingyue. "Watch."
"What?" Su Qingyue paled.
"I said, watch. You are going to learn how to serve a husband. This fox will demonstrate."
Feng Wuya walked over to Xue'er. The pressure of his Golden Core cultivation bore down on her, freezing her in place.
"P-Please..." Xue'er whimpered, her voice musical and soft. "Don't hurt Xue'er..."
"Hurt?" Feng Wuya smirked. He reached down and grabbed one of her tails. It was incredibly soft, like touching a cloud. He yanked it.
"Ah!" She yelped as her grip on her own body was broken.
Her tails unfurled.
She was completely exposed.
Her body was a work of art. Petite, slender, with skin so white it was almost translucent. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, tipped with pale pink nipples that were already hard from fear. Her waist was tiny, leading to hips that were surprisingly curvy for her size. Between her legs, her pussy was a neat, hairless slit, pink and innocent.
But the most striking thing was the scent. As her tails opened, a wave of sweet, intoxicating musk hit Feng Wuya. It was a biological aphrodisiac.
"A natural succubus," Feng Wuya noted.
He sat on the couch and pointed to the space between his legs.
"Come here, pet. Crawl."
Xue'er hesitated, looking at Su Qingyue for help. Su Qingyue turned her head away, biting her lip, tears of shame for the girl welling in her eyes.
"If you don't come here," Feng Wuya said calmly, "I will skin you and make a scarf for my fiancée."
Xue'er gave a high-pitched cry of terror and scrambled forward on her hands and knees. The chains dragged on the carpet. She reached his legs and stopped, trembling violently.
"Good girl," Feng Wuya said, stroking her fox ears. They twitched under his touch. "Do you know what you are?"
"S-Slave..." she whispered.
"Wrong. You are a toy."
He undid his robes. His member, already hard from the auction thrill and the fox's scent, sprang free.
Xue'er stared at it. It was huge. Too huge.
"Open wide," he ordered.
She leaned forward, opening her small mouth. She tried to take him in, but he was too thick. She could only fit the head.
Feng Wuya didn't force her throat yet. He wanted to play.
"Use your tails," he commanded.
"M-My tails?"
"Wrap them around it. Jerk me off with your fur."
Xue'er sobbed softly but obeyed. She maneuvered four of her fluffy white tails, wrapping them around his shaft. The sensation was exquisite—soft, warm fur sliding against his sensitive skin.
"Move them," he groaned.
She began to move her tails up and down, stimulating him with the soft friction. At the same time, she licked the head, her rough, cat-like tongue providing a contrast to the soft fur.
Feng Wuya leaned back, enjoying the sensation. He looked at Su Qingyue.
"Are you watching, Qingyue?"
Su Qingyue was forced to look. She saw the beast-girl servicing him, saw the pleasure on his face. She saw the massive erection and felt a strange, terrifying heat coiling in her own belly. Is that... is that going to be me?
"Enough foreplay," Feng Wuya growled.
He pushed Xue'er's tails away. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly. She weighed nothing.
He positioned her over his lap, spreading her legs wide.
"No... no, it won't fit..." Xue'er cried, struggling weakly.
"It will fit," Feng Wuya said. "You are a Spirit Beast. You are durable."
He lined up with her tight, pink entrance. There was no lubrication other than her fear-sweat.
He pulled her down.
TEAR.
"YIIIIIIIEEEE!"
Xue'er let out a shriek that sounded more animal than human. Her claws dug into Feng Wuya's shoulders, drawing blood.
He impaled her. It was tight—tighter than the virgin Lan, tighter even than the assassin. It was like forcing a log through a keyhole. Her internal muscles clamped down on him with crushing force.
Feng Wuya gritted his teeth, the pleasure mixed with a sadist's delight. He held her there, letting her stretch, letting her adjust to the intrusion.
"Shh, shh," he soothed, patting her back while he stayed buried deep inside her. "You're full now. You belong to me."
After a moment, he began to move.
He lifted her up and slammed her down.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
"Ah! Ah! Master! It hurts! Too deep!"
"It feels good," he corrected, whispering into her fox ear. "Feel your cultivation rising? My Yang energy is feeding you."
It was true. The Sovereign Yin-Yang Joyous Union Scripture was working. Even as he ravaged her, his energy was seeping into her, forcefully opening her meridians. The pain began to melt into a confusing, overwhelming pleasure. Her beast instincts took over.
Her cries turned from screams to panting moans. Her fingernails retracted, and she began to cling to him, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"That's it," Feng Wuya growled. "Take it, little fox."
He sped up, his hips snapping upward with brutal force. Her small breasts bounced against his chest. Her nine tails went wild, thrashing around the room, brushing against his face, against Su Qingyue's legs.
Su Qingyue jumped as a fluffy tail stroked her ankle. She watched, mesmerized and horrified, as the fox girl's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out in a display of pure, mind-broken lust.
"Master! Master! More! Give me more!" Xue'er squealed, her mind completely overwritten by the pleasure of the Dual Cultivation.
"I'll give you everything!"
Feng Wuya felt the climax building. The Charm of the fox was potent; it made him want to breed her, to fill her until she burst.
He grabbed her hips, drove as deep as he could go, hitting the deepest part of her womb.
"Receive it!"
SPLASH.
He erupted. A massive load of Golden Core essence pumped into her.
Xue'er's body went rigid. Her tails stood straight up, stiff as boards. She threw her head back and let out a long, howling moan.
"AWOOOOOOO!"
The energy flooded her. Her aura spiked. Qi Condensation... Foundation Establishment...
She passed out, slumping forward onto his chest, twitching spasmodically.
[Ding! Conquest Complete.] [Target: Xue'er (Nine-Tailed Fox). Status: Broken/Imprinted.] [Trait Acquired: Fox Charm (Passive: Your charisma towards women is increased by 200%).] [Hidden Realm Key Activated.]
Feng Wuya sat there, panting lightly, the unconscious fox girl draped over him like a blanket. He looked at Su Qingyue.
Su Qingyue was trembling. Her face was red, her breathing shallow. She had watched the whole thing.
Feng Wuya smiled. He stood up, carrying the limp fox in one arm, his member still glistening with fluids.
He walked over to Su Qingyue.
"You saw how she took it?" he asked softly.
Su Qingyue couldn't speak. She nodded slowly, terrified.
"Good," Feng Wuya said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She flinched, but didn't pull away.
"Get ready, Qingyue. The wedding is in two months. And on our wedding night..."
He whispered the rest in her ear.
"I expect you to scream louder than her."