140: Chapter 140 Fox Girl

Soon, within this luxurious boudoir, the two of them once again began a prolonged exchange of insights into the Dao.

Those outside were unaware that within the bedchamber of the Yao Race's newly ascended Empress...

...a young man of the Human Race was indulging in a top-tier visual, auditory, and even tactile feast.

Perhaps in the entire long river of cultivation history within the Qiongming Realm, Ye Xiaoyao was the first person to enjoy such treatment.

It must be known that the Yao Race and the Human Race are in a state of enmity. Although a peace treaty has been signed between the two sides now,

for a young man at the Core Formation Stage of the Human Race to come to Yao Race territory was absolutely impossible.

Unless he came as an envoy or accompanied by a powerful protector.

Yet Ye Xiaoyao had come here alone under Nangong Xiyue's protection, without any other powerful Human Race Cultivators accompanying him.

Moreover, he had even slept with the Yao Race's peerlessly beautiful Empress.

How could the powerful members of the Yao Race possibly endure this?

If the Human Race Cultivators found out, they would surely go mad over it.

It was estimated that countless male Cultivators would feel immensely envious. One could even predict that some would immediately want to call Ye Xiaoyao 'godfather' and beg him to teach them the tricks.

However, that was all talk for later.

Right now, Ye Xiaoyao had no time to think about such things, as he was still in the midst of 'battle'.

...

Forty-nine days later.

Ye Xiaoyao finally finished absorbing all of Nangong Xiyue's three-thousand-year accumulation of primordial yin.

This primordial yin essence was incredibly precious, but Ye Xiaoyao was in no hurry to refine it.

He and Nangong Xiyue hadn't had their fill of 'exchanging insights' yet.

At this moment, Nangong Xiyue's snow-white, delicate body was held in Ye Xiaoyao's broad arms.

Her jade-like body was exquisite and translucent, faintly shimmering with a lustrous glow.

It was a radiance born from the mingling of sweat and body heat lingering after their intense discussion of the Dao.

On her cheeks, neck, collarbone, and other places, there were faint red marks.

They were marks left by Ye Xiaoyao.

Not rough traces, but rather kiss marks imbued with tenderness and affection.

They resembled red plum blossoms blooming on snow, strikingly vivid against her fair, creamy skin, yet indescribably beautiful.

Her red lips were slightly swollen, and a satisfied smile still graced the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes were gently closed, her eyelashes fluttering faintly, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed out a light, orchid-like fragrance.

Clearly, the previous 'exchange of insights' had also cost her no small amount of energy.

Even though she had already reached the Soul Transformation Realm, Ye Xiaoyao also possessed a Physical Body of the Soul Transformation Realm.

The strength of his Physical Body was not much inferior to hers, a genuine Fifth-Tier Demonic Beast, so under Ye Xiaoyao's 'assault', she also felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Of course, this 'overwhelmed' feeling was a sweet one.

Ye Xiaoyao's pure yang object had also greatly benefited Nangong Xiyue.

Although her cultivation was profound, refining the obtained pure yang object could still allow her cultivation to advance a step further.

Even if it couldn't lead to a Realm Breakthrough, it could at least consolidate her current cultivation.

Therefore, this exchange between the two could be said to be mutually beneficial.

Of course, in truth, Ye Xiaoyao had gotten the better deal.

Not only did he enjoy the service of a top-tier beauty, but he also obtained such a vast amount of primordial yin essence.

After recovering a bit of his energy, Ye Xiaoyao's eyes unconsciously roamed over Nangong Xiyue's naked form once more.

He clearly hadn't had his fill of admiring this peerless beauty.

His gaze was both greedy and gentle, like a collector examining his most precious treasure.

Simultaneously, his other large hand grew restless.

His palm slid from the side of her waist, caressing up to her pert bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The sensation was like touching a soft, springy, QQ jelly—soft yet elastic.

It made one reluctant to let go, even reluctant to stop tasting.

Feeling his 'affection', Nangong Xiyue shifted her body like a kitten being petted by its owner, letting out a lazy, delicate moan.

The sound was soft and alluring, making Ye Xiaoyao's heart flutter, itching to 'discuss the Dao' once more.

But in the end, he restrained this impulse.

There would be plenty of time in the future, so why rush now?

Too much wasn't good either; it could easily harm the body and breed satiety. Knowing when to stop was the true path.

However, although he restrained the urge for 'discussion', Ye Xiaoyao thought of another way to play.

A playstyle more suited to their current somewhat fatigued state.

Nangong Xiyue wasn't a kitten, but she was a genuine little fox.

And not just any fox, but a nine-tailed white fox, with nine fluffy, adorable tails.

This unconsciously gave rise to an extremely peculiar fetish within Ye Xiaoyao.

His large hand stroked over those snow-white peaks, attempting to rouse the still comfortably napping Nangong Xiyue.

Awakened, Nangong Xiyue slowly opened her hazy, beautiful eyes.

Those heterochromatic pupils still held a misty, dazed quality, like a little fox just waking up.

She pouted her luscious, enticing little mouth, complaining with a hint of coquettish resentment:

'Husband~, what is it? Do you still want more? But I'm so tired~'

Her voice was soft and sweet, making Ye Xiaoyao's bones feel weak.

He chuckled, leaning close to her ear and lowering his voice:

'Yue'er, you misunderstand me. I just wanted to ask you a question.'

A flicker of confusion passed through Nangong Xiyue's eyes as she asked curiously, 'Oh? What question?'

A mischievous smile hung on Ye Xiaoyao's lips. After weighing his words, he spoke directly:

'It's... Yue'er, can you change your form? For example, could you let your little tails out?'

After saying it, even he felt the request was quite perverse. Worried Nangong Xiyue might find it disgusting, he awkwardly chuckled and cleared his throat twice.

To his surprise, however, Nangong Xiyue showed no sign of anger.

Instead, her pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of seductiveness as she said softly,

'So my husband likes my tails? Since my husband likes them, then this concubine will let my husband have a good play~'

Hearing this, Ye Xiaoyao's eyes immediately lit up, his heart stirring.

He hadn't expected to get to see a fox maiden!

This was even sexier and more alluring than a bunny girl. Just thinking about it was thrilling.

While Ye Xiaoyao was momentarily dazed, fantasizing about the scene to come, Nangong Xiyue had already stood up.

She took half a step back, standing before the bed.

After a moment of twisting and transformation, she shifted into a half-human, half-yao form.

Her skin remained as white, tender, and smooth as congealed fat, her figure enchantingly graceful, with a cascade of beautiful hair falling like a waterfall to her slender waist.

And behind her, nine fluffy, snow-white tails swayed gently, displaying their bewitching beauty.

The tails were fluffy and soft, entirely snow-white, with only the very tips tinged with a hint of silver-gray down, shimmering with a soft luster under the candlelight.

The nine tails fanned out behind her, like an opened white fan or nine agile white snakes gently swaying in the air.

Each tail was fluffy, looking soft and inviting, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch them.