402: Chapter 402 Conquering the Demoness: From Biting Her Lips to Craving More

A low voice, laced with an absolute desire for control, echoed within the empty and quiet Commander's Tent.

Ye Wushuang knelt on the soft wool carpet, her head slightly tilted back.

Those deep purple eyes, which were usually filled with frost and killing intent, now reflected Xu Chen's profound silhouette, leaving only deep powerlessness and pleading.

She closed her eyes as if accepting her fate, with unshed tears still clinging to her thick eyelashes. She submissively leaned forward, pressing her smooth forehead against Xu Chen's instep, adopting a sacrificial posture of absolute surrender representative of the Ancient Demon Race.

Xu Chen looked down at this delicate body, dressed only in a thin black inner lining.

The masculine blood and Qi of the Great Saint Realm Late Stage flowed slowly through his body like a river. He didn't waste another word, reaching out with his broad palm to seize Ye Wushuang's slender but resilient arm.

A massive force surged through her, and Ye Wushuang felt her feet instantly leave the ground.

Before she could react, she had been firmly thrown by Xu Chen onto the large soft couch covered in thick snow fox fur.

The soft couch sank slightly. The snow-white fox fur and her tattered black inner lining formed a striking visual contrast, accentuating her tall and sultry curves in a breathtaking manner.

Ye Wushuang instinctively curled up, her hands tightly guarding her chest. Her knuckles, accustomed to holding a blade, turned white from excessive force. She bit her bloodless lower lip hard, like a cornered beast forced into a dead end, prepared to endure the punishment of slow slicing.

Xu Chen stepped forward slowly and knelt on one knee at the edge of the soft couch.

His slender fingers unceremoniously clamped around Ye Wushuang's delicate ankle, forcibly straightening her curled body.

Ye Wushuang let out a suppressed groan. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but her meager Early Stage cultivation in the Great Saint Realm was completely unable to budge even a fraction against Xu Chen's absolute crushing power.

“Relax. Since you have become my private property, This Young Master will naturally dote on you.”

Xu Chen's voice carried an irresistible magic. He leaned down, his hot breath hitting Ye Wushuang's ear.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of fabric tearing.

That thin black inner lining turned into several shreds in Xu Chen's palm, fluttering down to the edge of the soft couch.

Ye Wushuang's perfect icy skin and jade bones were exposed without reservation under the soft glow of the Everlasting Lamp. Her cold aura as a mature beauty, combined with the feverish blush of shame, was enough to make any firm-minded Cultivator's blood boil.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the anticipated tearing pain filled with tyranny and humiliation. In her mind, this was the price the defeated must pay, and a tribulation she had to endure to trade for a glimmer of hope for her mother's life.

Xu Chen saw her look of heroic sacrifice, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

He began to circulate the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art.

Ye Wushuang's entire body stiffened.

The expected torture did not arrive as scheduled. Instead, a current as warm and gentle as the spring sun flowed through her limbs and bones, washing all the way into her Dantian and Sea of Consciousness.

That Pure Yang Qi not only rapidly smoothed out the hidden injuries left from her days of flight but also carried a tremor that struck deep into her Soul, constantly washing over her special Pure Yin Demon Body.

Her proud, cold shell, in the face of this domineering Pure Yang power, was like ice meeting fire, beginning to uncontrollably disintegrate and melt.

“Mm...”

An irrepressible moan escaped from Ye Wushuang's tightly bitten lips.

This subtle sound acted like a catalyst, instantly igniting the thick, ambiguous atmosphere within the Commander's Tent.

Xu Chen's offensive became increasingly fierce.

He did not use brute force to destroy her, but instead used highly sophisticated techniques combined with the mysteries of the Dual Cultivation Technique to peel away the psychological defenses of this Demon Race Young Clan Chief bit by bit.

He wanted to completely tame this wild horse on both physical and mental levels.

Ye Wushuang felt her mind go blank.

From childhood, the training she received in the Demon Race was of the most brutal combat. She was used to using a cold demonic blade to solve all problems and used to using indifference to hide all emotions.

This overwhelming wave brought by the Dual Cultivation Technique was completely beyond her scope of knowledge.

She tried desperately to remain conscious and hold onto her last shred of dignity. Her teeth bit a row of deep blood marks into her lower lip, and a hint of metallic sweetness spread in her mouth.

Xu Chen noticed her resistance. He freed one hand to pinch her chin, firmly forcing her to release her bite.

“Don't bite. I want to hear your voice.”

This sentence, delivered with a commanding tone, became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Ye Wushuang completely gave up her resistance.

Her hands, which had been tightly clutching the sheets, had at some point climbed onto Xu Chen's broad and solid back.

Those ten slender fingers left faint red marks on his spine. Her powerful long legs also submissively wrapped around Xu Chen's waist.

She began to clumsily, through bodily instinct, meet Xu Chen's movements. Her deep purple eyes were filled with a watery sheen and inescapable lust. She was like a traveler who had been parched in the desert for a long time, greedily absorbing the Pure Yang Origin that Xu Chen transferred to her.

The red candles in the Commander's Tent flickered, and the shadows reflected on the tent's canvas were entwined incessantly.

The stamina of a Great Saint Realm expert was truly terrifying.

This one-sided conquest lasted from late night until dawn.

As the red waves rolled, Ye Wushuang wandered between the clouds and the abyss countless times. She completely fell into this pleasure that she once most despised. All her pride, hatred, and even her confusion about the future were ground into powder by this primal joy.

When the final tide of spiritual energy intersection receded.

Only heavy, interlaced breathing remained in the Commander's Tent.

Ye Wushuang was like a fish out of water, her whole body slumped limply in Xu Chen's arms. Her originally fair skin was covered in a fine layer of fragrant sweat, and a large blush spread from her neck to her ears.

She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Xu Chen leaned comfortably against the soft pillow, one arm around the soft and boneless body in his embrace.

Deep in his mind, a faint blue light lit up silently. The silent System panel automatically emerged, and lines of golden text fell within his Sea of Consciousness.

[Target detected: Ye Wushuang (Ancient Demon Princess).]

[Yin and Yang intersection Perfection, successfully obtained the Demon Princess's Pure Yin Primal Yin.]

[Origin foundation greatly improved, host's Great Saint Realm Late Stage cultivation further solidified.]

Xu Chen felt the pure and thick Demonic Path Pure Yin Power newly added to his Dantian, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.

He looked down at the Demon Princess in his arms, who was as docile as a kitten.

Ye Wushuang's long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her deep purple eyes.

There was no longer any trace of defensiveness or coldness in her gaze. She looked at Xu Chen with an expression of extremely complex dependence and submission. This man who had stripped her of all her dignity had also given her an unprecedented sense of security.

“Hus... Husband...”

A broken and deeply raspy call escaped from the depths of her throat.

She spoke this address willingly.

The smile in Xu Chen's eyes deepened. He reached out his finger to brush a strand of purple hair, wet with sweat, from her cheek to behind her ear.

“Good girl.”

Xu Chen gently patted her smooth back, his tone carrying a deep, powerful strength that was soothing to the Soul.

Ye Wushuang pressed her cheek against Xu Chen's warm chest, listening to that powerful heartbeat as if grasping onto her last lifeline.

“My mother...” she murmured softly, her voice filled with deep exhaustion and expectation.

“Sleep. When you wake up, even king yama won't be able to take her.” Xu Chen pulled her tighter into his arms, giving a resounding promise.

Ye Wushuang's nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed completely. She closed her eyes heavily and fell into a deep sleep in Xu Chen's embrace.