Doing Bad Things with Confidence~♡

“You…!”

As expected, just as Su Wanqing had imagined, Shen Xianyue had no intention of handing it over easily.

From the look on her face, it seemed she would have to pay a steep price to obtain it.

Though she was extremely poor—already struggling to support herself—she would never sell her body for wealth.

After all, she still couldn’t fully adjust to this body. The mere thought of using it for anything strange was unbearable.

Even wearing beautiful women’s clothing made her uncomfortable.

Despite being entangled by two powerful, obsessive, and mentally unstable beauties—either of whom could take her chastity in a fit of madness—Su Wanqing was still not mentally prepared.

Sometimes she had resigned herself to fate, but only because she saw no hope of resistance.

On the surface, she accepted it.
But deep down, she couldn’t imagine what she’d become after losing her virtue.

With her current tolerance, the best-case scenario would be losing control over her charm bones.

She’d become a cold, fragile beauty—helplessly bent and claimed by countless yuri pursuers.

Worse? The shock of defilement could stain her with demonic qi, spawn a heart demon, and drag her into the demonic path.

The consequences were unthinkable.
A fallen Su Wanqing would surely exploit dual cultivation to climb the ranks, ascending through twisted means.

The Hehuan Sect’s leader might even step down, offering her the throne of that infamous harvesting sect.

She was confident in her charm bones’ power.

If she unleashed them deliberately, even a female cultivator who had mastered the “Path of Severed Emotion” would waver.

And she still didn’t know the full effect of the special constitution that synergized with them.

What if it was a perfect dual-cultivation cauldron physique?

Then she’d truly become a walking, self-propelling “flesh” “beep” “mound.”

“Farewell!”

Moreover, the one before her was the original story’s infamous yuri lunatic—far more unhinged than her rebellious disciple Chen Xueli.

If she didn’t escape now, who knew if Shen Xianyue would take her right here?

“Hey! I was kidding.”

Seeing Su Wanqing actually turn and walk away without looking back, Shen Xianyue dropped the act and quickly stated her real condition.

“Beautiful sister, just answer a few questions.”

“…”

Hearing this, Su Wanqing stopped, turned, and confirmed:

“Really?”

“Really.”

Shen Xianyue nodded.

She still craved the memory of tuning Su Wanqing two nights ago.

Her heart screamed the same as Su Wanqing guessed: *Take her now! Right in front of that little girl!*

But her beautiful sister was gravely wounded. It pained her.

She forcibly suppressed the urge.

Besides, Su Wanqing had already taken a hemostatic pill. She didn’t need help—for now.

“Fine. Ask.”

Su Wanqing found it hard to believe. This didn’t match the Shen Xianyue she knew.

If the demoness wanted to force her, she couldn’t run in her condition.

Better to play along and secure Hu Mei’s demon core.

Unlikely she’d let her go, but… what if?

The Red Embroidery reward was massive.
Five years of no work.

“Why save this girl?”

“She hurt you, you know.”

Shen Xianyue stood opposite, arms crossed, head tilted, eyes full of suspicion as she examined Ning Yuer behind Su Wanqing.

She couldn’t comprehend her beautiful sister’s actions.

Why take such a severe injury for a stranger—a filthy little maid?

And that girl had helped Hu Mei hurt her.

Probably not on purpose, but suspicion lingered.

What if it was intentional? What if she was Hu Mei’s accomplice?

“…”

Under that gaze, Ning Yuer—who had just felt gratitude—suddenly clung tightly to Su Wanqing’s clothes, hiding completely behind her.

A chill ran through her.
This woman wasn’t what she seemed.
Danger radiated from her.

Especially when she said “hurt”—the word heavy, laced with killing intent, like a blade at Ning Yuer’s throat.

“Because I still have a heart.”

Su Wanqing’s answer was simple.

She shielded Ning Yuer firmly, guessing Shen Xianyue’s thoughts.

She wouldn’t let the demoness find an opening to harm the girl.

Even if Ning Yuer weren’t the heroine, she’d save her.

She wasn’t a busybody—but she wouldn’t watch someone die.

Even if sent back to her first meeting with Shen Xianyue, she’d make the same choice.

“Fine, fine. Next question.”

Seeing Su Wanqing’s protectiveness, Shen Xianyue relented and asked:

“What’s going on between you and Li Ziyue?”

“Don’t you already know?”

This question stumped Su Wanqing.

Shouldn’t Shen Xianyue know the details?

That’s how she was leveraging the demon core.

“Just answer.”

“We’re in an employment relationship.”

Seeing her insistence, Su Wanqing didn’t refuse—but kept it vague, mentioning only the transactional nature.

“As my investigation confirmed. Good. I’m relieved.”

Shen Xianyue nodded.

She’d dug up everything on Su Wanqing these past two days.

But a subordinate’s report paled compared to hearing it from her own lips.

“Relieved? About what?”

A bad feeling crept in.

Was this demoness planning something nasty?

In the original story, once Shen Xianyue uncovered Red Embroidery’s scandal, she spread it immediately.

It humiliated the sect.

As human-demon tensions rose, any sect with demon ties became a target.

But Red Embroidery handled it cleanly. Minimal damage.

Su Wanqing had guessed the plot.

But she had no intention of interfering.

The demoness found it herself.
Not her leak.
Conscience clear.

“Of course—relieved to do bad things~”

Shen Xianyue grinned wickedly, hiding nothing.

Su Wanqing blinked.

Why say that after asking about Li Ziyue?

If they were close, would she hold back?

No. Impossible.

This woman lived for chaos.
She couldn’t resist a scandal this big.

“Then why tell me?”

The bad feeling grew.

Shen Xianyue’s expression screamed: This involves you.

“No secrets, beautiful sister.
I’m spreading Red Embroidery’s dirty laundry.”

“And that concerns me how?”

Shen Xianyue wagged a finger.

“No, no, no~”

“It does concern you.”

“Rumors need a source, right?”

“You cooperated with them.
So you’ll take the fall~”

“Proof of your deal is easy.
After the rumor spreads, you’ll be powerless to deny it.”

“Red Embroidery takes the shame—
but you and Heavenly Sword Pavilion?
You’ll suffer worse.”

“You’ll be branded liars.
Untrustworthy.”

“You monster!”

Su Wanqing nearly choked on rage.

So that’s why she wouldn’t just give the core!

She could already guess Shen Xianyue’s next move…

And she was right.

Shen Xianyue closed in again.

Su Wanqing backed up—until her back hit a tree.

No retreat.

“What do you gain from this?”

“Why ruin me?”

“Why *wouldn’t* I gain?”

Shen Xianyue answered instantly, toying with Su Wanqing’s silver-gray hair.

“You’ll be expelled.
Branded a traitor.
Spurned by the world.
Nowhere to go.”

“But I’ll take you in.
You’ll depend on me.
Forever by my side.”

“Isn’t that benefit enough?”

Su Wanqing snapped.

She wants to dump the entire blame on me?!

She’d never clear her name.

“You shameless demon!
Worthy of your demonic saintess title—
only crooked, underhanded tricks!”

“Heh heh~”

“Righteous or vile—
if it gets me you, it’s a good plan.”

Shen Xianyue’s wicked grin said it all: *I’ve got you.*

“If you don’t want that future—
be good.
Let me taste this pretty little melon of yours~
What flavor are you?”

Her fingers brushed Su Wanqing’s cheekbone, savoring the skin, inhaling the intoxicating charm-bone fragrance up close.

She hadn’t planned this.

But seeing Su Wanqing—so fragile, so pitiable—
the urge to bully her became overwhelming.

This time, she’d be gentle.
Her beautiful sister was injured.

Start soft.
From the lips…

Yes.

Too close.
The charm-bone scent clouded her mind.
Logic frayed.
Reason slipped.

“!!”

Shen Xianyue’s lips drew nearer.

Su Wanqing wanted to fight—
but her body wouldn’t allow it.

She wanted to scream:
You’re the melon! Your whole family are pretty little melons!!!

Distance vanished.

Then—

A familiar roar shook the path:

“Damn demoness! Hands off my master!”

Chen Xueli had arrived!