Chapter 411: Bitch

Shui Miao was led into the room by Xiao Baige, and the two began chatting.

But it wasn’t long before loud “slapping” sounds came from the next room, accompanied by the moans of an aroused woman.

Xiao Baige’s room was right next to Misako Yamazoe’s. At this moment, the old man was lying beneath a muscular Russian beauty, who was furiously grinding her thick hips on him. The African beauty known as Black Panther wasn’t idle either. Together, one in front and one behind, they treated the bound old man on the floor as their sexual toy, relentlessly indulging themselves.

Shui Miao sensed with his spiritual awareness that the old man was lying motionless with his eyes closed, completely calm. Facing two beauties, his heart rate was actually slower than that of an average person.

“Indeed, he’s quite something. To remain so composed even in this situation—he must not need my help after all.”

As these thoughts crossed Shui Miao’s mind, he silently withdrew the earth-element spiritual energy he had placed inside the old man’s body.

The old man felt an immediate sense of relief and realized he could once again channel his spiritual energy. Overjoyed, he assumed this was due to the dual cultivation, and immediately activated his powers, giving a few provocative thrusts that sent the Russian beauty into a frenzy of cries. Just as she was about to climax, Black Panther shoved her aside and swiftly reversed herself atop the old man, continuing the intense session in turns.

The old man was clearly managing just fine without Shui Miao’s concern.

However, the women’s moans made Shui Miao feel extremely awkward. He walked to the window, pushed it open, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Xiao Baige’s face flushed slightly as she approached Shui Miao, feeling a bit embarrassed and gently taking his hand.

“…”

Shui Miao turned in surprise, looking at Xiao Baige. Her face was flushed, seemingly stirred by the moaning sounds.

“Xiao Shui, come here…”

Xiao Baige led Shui Miao to the edge of the bed, gently sitting down, then looking at him before blushing and closing her eyes.

Even a fool could tell what Xiao Baige wanted—she wanted Shui Miao to kiss her.

Shui Miao hesitated slightly, thinking that this Japanese woman was indeed sexually liberated, taking the initiative to seduce him.

He gazed quietly at Xiao Baige, feeling as though she were a perfect piece of art, too sacred to be defiled.

When Shui Miao made no move, Xiao Baige opened her eyes again, disappointment evident in her gaze. “Do you not like me? Is it because of my low birth that you look down on me?”

“No, I never thought that way. Life is equal, and besides, you are so perfect in my heart—how could I not like you?” Shui Miao stood up and walked again to the window, gazing at the distant mountains and sighing softly. “I don’t know why either. Perhaps you’re just too perfect in my mind, so I have no impure thoughts at all.”

“Really?”

Xiao Baige looked at him innocently. “Am I really that perfect in your heart?”

“Of course. You’re like your name—my only feeling toward you is one of protection, not possession.” These words came straight from Shui Miao’s heart. He himself didn’t understand why he suddenly felt no interest in women—well, not women in general, but specifically Xiao Baige.

“Thank you. Can I hug you?” Xiao Baige pleaded, looking at him. “Because no one has ever truly liked me like this since I was a child. Those men only wanted my body, but you’re different—you genuinely like me. I feel so happy. I want to hug you, or else I won’t believe this is real…”

Shui Miao extended his arms and embraced Xiao Baige.

She hugged him tightly, her face buried in his chest. “This feels so good. I’m in love. I’m so happy.”

“…”

Shui Miao gently stroked her hair. Though they were tightly embraced, skin against skin, warmth and softness mingling, not a single impure thought stirred in his heart. This situation made him feel strangely confused—why was this happening? Was it because she was too pure? Or was it her fragility that awakened his protective instincts?

“This feels so good…”

“You know, I liked you the moment I saw you!”

“I’ve never been in love before, but I know that as long as I’m with you, even a single word or smile makes me happy.”

“Shui Miao, will you promise me that you’ll always remember me?”

Xiao Baige looked up at him with deep affection.

Shui Miao frowned. “Why say that?”

Pouting, Xiao Baige said, “Answer me first! Will you really always remember me?”

“Do you think I could ever forget you?” Shui Miao exhaled deeply and pulled Xiao Baige into his arms again.

Xiao Baige smiled and pulled away slightly, tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. “Thank you, Shui Miao. With just those words from you, I’m already content with my life.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Shui Miao felt increasingly uneasy.

Wiping her tears, Xiao Baige continued with a smile. “I’m not an ordinary girl. I’m Sakura, trained in Yin-Yang techniques. My destiny is to have relationships with many men. I can’t experience normal love like others. That’s why having someone who truly loves me is so important. My heart will always belong to that person, thinking of him forever. Now, that person is you. I want to give you my first time.”

“What strange ideas are these?”

Shui Miao shook his head. “Xiao Baige, whatever your background, I just want to tell you—you don’t have to bear this pressure. I can take you away, but you must forget that stupid Yin-Yang technique. From now on, be yourself. Don’t let those messed-up ideas influence you. Promise me, okay?”

“Shui Miao, I know you mean well, but you must understand—we all have our own missions in life. I can’t just abandon everything and run away because they raised me, and I must repay their kindness. If it were you, and you carried a deep grudge, would you give up revenge and live carefree for the rest of your life?” Xiao Baige shook her head, suddenly forcing a smile. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said so much. If you like me, please help me fulfill this wish!”

Xiao Baige bowed deeply to Shui Miao.

Shui Miao was momentarily stunned. Her words made sense—everyone had their own path in life, not so easily changed. He himself had many spirit clones and brothers, and he was always thinking about revenge.

He lowered his head, lost in thought…

He suddenly looked up and realized Xiao Baige had already taken off her clothes, leaving only her white underwear on!

“Wait a second…”

Shui Miao found it hard to accept this reality.

“Are you rejecting me?” Xiao Baige opened her big eyes, innocently gazing at Shui Miao.

Suddenly, Shui Miao felt a clarity wash over him, and he couldn’t help shaking his head, somewhat agitated. “I don’t know why, but seeing you like this suddenly made me feel completely awakened, like I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I feel unworthy of you—you’re an angel, and I’m just evil. I casually sleep with women, I have no moral cultivation—I’m not even worthy of being called human. I’m such a bastard!”

Seeing Shui Miao like this, Xiao Baige felt conflicted and impatiently exclaimed, “You Chinese people take sex way too seriously, don’t you?”

“What? Why suddenly say that?”

Feeling her words had hidden meanings, Shui Miao found himself increasingly unable to understand Xiao Baige.

“Tch!”

Suddenly, Xiao Baige seemed like a completely different person. She sneered, shaking her head disdainfully. “Shui Miao, I thought you were a real man, bold and passionate, but you’re so hesitant. Here I am, completely naked in front of you, and you still don’t dare to touch me. Are you even a man? Forget it, you look so honest and timid, I doubt you could stir up any real trouble. Let me tell you the truth—I’m not as pure as you thought. I’m acting. I’ve undergone professional training—specifically to seduce men like you to absorb their vital energy for cultivation. But you, you got so lost in my act that you even started treating me like a sacred maiden you couldn’t touch. You really are something else!”

Xiao Baige’s innocence was indeed an act.

Her conversation with Misako Yamazoe had exposed her motives, but unfortunately, Shui Miao couldn’t understand Japanese.

“You… were acting?”

Shui Miao’s heart trembled, finding it hard to believe that Xiao Baige had been pretending.

“Oh my god! My master was absolutely right—your Chinese people are too deeply poisoned by Confucian thought, turning into docile lambs, thinking you’re righteous. Don’t forget, this is a world of survival of the fittest. I just pretended to be a virgin, and look at you—completely bewitched. Did you really prepare to give everything for me? Are you going to spend your life only loving me? Did you think you were the only one who could have me?” Xiao Baige stepped forward, patted Shui Miao’s shoulder, and clicked her tongue. “Poor, so pitiful. Confucian ideas have turned you into a fool. It’s just sex, for crying out loud! Why are you making such a big deal out of it? I, as a woman, don’t care, yet you act like you’re guarding ancestral ashes. What’s the point?”

Xiao Baige’s sudden change in demeanor shocked Shui Miao.

But there was some truth in her words—many Chinese people indeed had more conservative views on sex than the Japanese.

Still, Shui Miao didn’t believe conservatism was wrong.

Suddenly, he thought again—hadn’t he decided to use any means necessary to cultivate and seek revenge? So why had he suddenly become so rational?

These conflicting thoughts made Shui Miao feel like he no longer recognized himself.

“Fine, forget it.” Xiao Baige waved her hand and began dressing again. “Shui Miao, let me remind you one more time—my senior sister has her eyes on you. She sent me to watch you and make sure you don’t escape. If you fall into her hands, you’ll only be drained of your energy and left to die. I originally planned to sleep with you, and if it was good, I would try to hide you. But since you’re such a loser, I don’t even want to bother anymore…”

“Bitch!”

Shui Miao suddenly roared, rushing forward, tearing Xiao Baige’s clothes open, pinning her onto the bed, covering her mouth, and pressing himself on top of her…