No Escape This Time!

Clack— Clack—

The sound of sandal heels striking the floor echoed through the room.

Every step Shen Xianyue took felt like a death sentence, pushing Su Wanqing one step closer to being completely devoured.

Looking at the glowing whip in her hand, a primal fear rose in Su Wanqing’s heart, even worse than the fear she felt toward Chen Xueli’s mysterious drugs.

She tried once more to break free from the Immortal-Binding Rope.

She knew it was futile, but she had to try.

Same Golden Core realm—if she could just break free, she’d have a chance to escape.

But no matter how common the Immortal-Binding Rope was, it wasn’t something a Golden Core cultivator could snap without an exceptionally strong body.

“Don’t waste your energy.”

“With your cultivation, beautiful sister, you can’t break it.”

Shen Xianyue kindly reminded her as she continued to struggle.

But she was ignored.

“Sigh—”

Seeing this, the girl sighed helplessly.

To prevent any violent resistance later, she tightened the ropes with a thought.

Instantly, all strength drained from Su Wanqing’s body.

“Demonic witch! Righteous and demonic paths are irreconcilable! What exactly do you want by kidnapping me?!”

“And how did you find me?!”

Out of options, Su Wanqing fell back on stalling—one second was one second.

“Hmph, trying to buy time?”

Shen Xianyue saw through it immediately.

But she didn’t care. She just smirked and continued her slow approach, completely unbothered.

“Don’t worry. No matter how long you stall, it won’t help.”

“I have the whole night to eat you clean.”

“They say forced melons aren’t sweet—but I don’t care if you’re sweet or not.”

“A melon as beautiful as you, sister? I’ll taste it first and worry about sweetness later.”

“Besides—”

Shen Xianyue was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

Her fingers gently caressed Su Wanqing’s cheek, savoring the silky skin, inhaling that increasingly intoxicating, soul-hooking fragrance.

She smiled softly:

“A melon as gorgeous as you… how could it possibly not be sweet?”

You’re the melon! Your whole family are melons!

Su Wanqing bit back the retort, teeth clenched.

She wanted nothing more than to bite this bad melon and see what she tasted like.

Why did everything always go wrong for her?

The moment she accepted being bullied by her rebel disciple, Chen Xueli let her go… and turned it into riding her master instead.

When she went to the brothel for the mission, terrified of being recognized, who showed up? Chen Xueli and Qiao Jinxuan.

When she accepted the lucrative job from Red Embroidery Sect, the second she remembered the demonic witch Shen Xianyue existed—she got targeted the moment she stepped outside.

Su Wanqing glared venomously at her.

She thought it would make the girl’s gaze less predatory.

Instead, Shen Xianyue just admired her eyes even more.

“Mmm~ Every part of you is so beautiful, sister… especially your eyes. So lively, so captivating.”

Shen Xianyue didn’t know what was wrong with her.

Especially after smelling that fragrance, she felt like she was losing control.

She’d been calm for who knows how many years.

Yet this was only their second meeting, and she was already parched, heart racing.

Of course, she still hadn’t realized this feeling was triggered by Su Wanqing’s charm bones.

But she was starting to notice the pattern: the more agitated Su Wanqing became, the stronger the fragrance grew.

And she loved it.

The more she inhaled, the more dazed she became, heartbeat accelerating.

She’d heard people say that when you like someone, you smell something special on them—something you can’t get enough of.

Wasn’t this exactly that?

Was this… love at first sight?

If Su Wanqing knew what she was thinking, she’d scream:

Love at first sight my ass! You’re just horny for my body!

“…”

At such close range, influenced by the words, Su Wanqing unconsciously met her eyes.

Only then did she notice the beauty mark beneath Shen Xianyue’s right eye.

It added a touch of mature allure to the girl’s face.

But seeing the increasingly obsessed look in those eyes, Su Wanqing knew—her charm bones were working again.

For someone experiencing it for the first time, that scent was dangerously effective.

To stop her from doing anything impulsive, Su Wanqing quickly interrupted:

“I’ll ask one more time—what exactly do you want, witch?!”

“And this isn’t demonic territory—what are you doing here?!”

“Are the local demon incidents connected to you people?!”

“…”

The barrage of questions snapped Shen Xianyue out of it.

She rubbed her temple, shaking her head lightly.

What was wrong with her?

They hadn’t even started foreplay, she didn’t even know the woman’s name—why was she suddenly dying to pin her down?

She took a deep breath to calm herself.

Inwardly, she sighed:

This woman really is a tormenting little demon… affecting me this much.

Soon, she returned to her usual state.

Su Wanqing finally relaxed a little.

“I don’t even know your name, sister. What motive could I possibly have?”

“I just want your body. That’s all.”

“You—!”

Su Wanqing had expected it, but hearing it out loud still pissed her off.

Why was everyone after her body like she was some Tang monk?!

“Fair’s fair. I answered your questions. Now you answer one of mine.”

Shen Xianyue hooked a finger under Su Wanqing’s chin, clearly not letting this go until she got a real name.

“What is your name, sister?”

“I won’t—”

Before she could refuse, Shen Xianyue cut her off.

“Don’t be so quick to say no.”

“Look at the whip in my hand. If you don’t want it kissing your skin, answer nicely.”

“But don’t worry—”

As she spoke, she began touching.

The whip in her hand gently trailed over Su Wanqing’s front, eyes full of possessive tenderness, as if admiring priceless art.

But her tone was pure threat:

“I couldn’t bear to damage such a perfect body.”

“It would hurt me more than it hurts you.”

“But it won’t leave marks on your skin—only your spirit sea will suffer a little.”

“And to keep the soul pain from breaking your mind, I’ll give you some rewards…”

She dragged out the last word teasingly.

Her naughty hand slid from Su Wanqing’s chest straight down to her lower abdomen—stopping just short of going further.

But her words were far more dangerous.

Sweat poured down Su Wanqing’s back.

“Like turning the pain… into pleasure.”

“…”

It worked.

She was terrified.

She knew Shen Xianyue could actually do it.

In the end, fear won.

She gave in.

“S-Su… Wan… qing…”

“What?”

Her voice was too small, trembling too much—Shen Xianyue didn’t catch it clearly.

Or maybe she was just enjoying the submissive look in her eyes when she finally answered.

“Su Wanqing.”

She had no choice but to bow her head.

She said it louder.

But for some reason, just telling her real name filled her with strange shame.

She’d been so determined not to say it… and now she had.

“Good girl. See? Obedience saves you pain.”

Her submission fed Shen Xianyue’s desire to conquer this fierce beauty.

She nodded in satisfaction and withdrew the glowing whip.

“So you really are the rumored number one beauty of Mengyun Continent.”

“I was wondering—how could someone as beautiful as you not be famous?”

“Turns out you lied to me again.”

But her hands weren’t idle.

A new item appeared in her grasp.

“!”

Su Wanqing’s eyes went wide as saucers.

She stared at the object in Shen Xianyue’s hand, disbelief flooding her face.

She knew exactly what it was.

She knew what it was for.

But she still asked, voice shaking:

“W-What are you going to do with that?!”

A collar.

A metal collar with a chain attached.

Classic female psychopath behavior—liking to put her name on everything she owned.

And from what she’d just said, she didn’t want to damage her body… so this was how she’d mark her as hers?!

“Don’t be scared~ It doesn’t hurt.”

“Once you wear it, you’ll officially be mine♡”

“But don’t worry, Yue-er isn’t some scumbag.”

“After making you mine, I’ll definitely marry you properly.”

“Then we can love each other every day~♡”

Shen Xianyue’s eyes were growing more and more dangerous.

Su Wanqing finally realized—she hadn’t fully snapped out of it.

She was still under the charm bone’s influence.

And now she was completely bound—couldn’t even struggle.

She could only watch in horror as the collar got closer and closer to her neck.

“No! Don’t! Stay back!”

She was terrified.

Was this really it?

Was she truly doomed?

Was she going to be dragged back by this witch to be her mountain wife?!