Time ticked away, second by second. The three fox slaves lying on the ground had already grown cold in death. Qing Niang still lay unconscious in her grief, but Shi’er, who was gravely injured, stirred slightly.
The young fox spirit carefully cracked open her eyes, just a thin slit, and the naturally playful Shi’er secretly curled her lips.
Hmph! All of this is that annoying Beigong Zheng’s fault. Not only does she recklessly kill innocent spirits, but she also refuses to act like a woman despite being one. What a troublesome nuisance! Besides, she already knows my true identity now. So what should I do next…
Hehe… I’ve got it!
A brilliant idea suddenly flashed through the fox spirit’s mind. So delighted was she that she momentarily forgot her “critical injuries.” Her lips parted slightly, and a faint pink mist quietly exhaled from her mouth, drifting toward the two figures locked in a fierce gaze.
“Ugh!” A sudden surge of heat rushed into Qiao San’s lower abdomen. Immediately afterward came a familiar sensation. His brow twitched violently as dark, lustful desires surged up like roaring waves, and all rational concerns dissolved into smoke, vanishing into the wind.
“Beigong Zheng, you refuse to admit you’re a woman, right? Hehe…” Qiao San grinned, his smile perfectly fitting his title of “demonic rogue”—wicked, lecherous, and laced with a cruel, lustful menace.
The female martial artist couldn’t help but feel a twinge of alarm. Although she denied her femininity, her innate female instincts hadn’t disappeared. Under the vulgar laughter of this ruffian, the “man” instinctively clenched her thighs together.
The fiery young girl, more passionate than any man, furrowed her delicate brows first, then deliberately put on a face of contempt. “Hmph! Just looking at your despicable, lowlife face makes me sick!”
Qiao San wasn’t the least bit angry at her insult. Instead, he pinched Beigong Zheng’s face tightly and sneered, “Woman, your provocation won’t work! Let me tell you, I have no interest in tomboys like you. But why not run a little test? If you cry or admit you’re a woman, I’ll let you go!”
“Don’t even dream of it!” Beigong Zheng still wore the pride of a man, her gaze unshakable. She recalled the Beigong family code: a Beigong descendant must remain calm even as the sky collapses or the earth splits open.
“Is that so?! Then what is this?!” Without hesitation, Qiao San’s rough hand reached out and tightly squeezed the female martial artist’s modest yet firm bosom.
“Ugh!” Her sacred zone violated like this, the female warrior’s pupils involuntarily constricted.
Without realizing how it had begun, what had originally been a righteous versus evil confrontation had bizarrely transformed into a sensual, absurd, yet tense and serious “gender test.”
“Speak! What is this?! Do men have these?!” Qiao San continued to grope her through her clothes, his tone deliberately mocking and lewd, though his eyes betrayed an uncontrollable flicker of desire.
Ah, the softness of a young girl’s breast—strictly speaking, he had never actually touched the tender body of a maiden before!
Even though layers of clothing still separated them, the unique elasticity of her firm mounds, and the hard, shifting nubs of her nipples, caused Qiao San to involuntarily tighten his grip.
The female warrior refused to accept her femininity, so naturally she shouldn’t feel the humiliation of being violated. Her stubbornness knew no bounds; instead of retreating, she even straightened her back proudly. “Despicable rogue! This is just a foul shell. You won’t scare me, scoundrel!”
Qiao San pinched and fondled her several times. Although the sensation was pleasant, he quickly grew bored.
Sigh! It turns out that molesting a “corpse” is completely unenjoyable. This woman truly has an iron will!
Looking at Beigong Zheng’s proud expression, Qiao San almost felt a strange illusion—could this really be a man trapped in a woman’s body?!
“Damn it! I refuse to believe this nonsense!”
His wild nature flared up fiercely, and surrounded by the fox spirit’s intensifying “fragrance,” the rebellious spirit of Qiao San surged forth.
Here and now, at this moment and in this place, he was determined—by any means necessary—to make Beigong Zheng realize she was a woman, a woman whose body ached for the warmth of a man.
“Rip—” The sound of tearing cloth was swift and brutal. In just a few moves, Qiao San had stripped the female warrior of her masculine outer garments. Although the action was lewd, the air was filled instead with a strange, almost comical tension.
“Huh?!” Qiao San stripped Beigong Zheng bare, from top to bottom, and found not a single feminine garment on her body. The only thing he managed to tear off was a broken white sash used to flatten her chest.
Truly a freak who refuses to see herself as a woman. Haha… even more fun!
“Woman, you’ve got a pretty good figure!”
Though they were enemies, and though he was using words as weapons, Qiao San’s compliment was entirely sincere.
The female warrior’s delicate features weren’t breathtakingly beautiful, but her well-trained body exuded a powerful, wild charm to any man.
Her long, graceful neck, her elegantly curved shoulders, her firm and full breasts, and her perfectly proportioned waist.
Her flat stomach bore not a trace of fat, and her gently curved hips led down to a faint patch of soft curls. Further still, those long, shapely legs—like those of a wild leopard—radiated a fierce, untamed allure.
In that instant, Qiao San had a new nickname for the female warrior in his mind—“Long-Legged Beauty!”
His blood surged with desire, and a wicked thrill rose in his heart. Today, this rogue would taste the wildness of a noblewoman’s long legs, showing the aristocratic families that no one can dictate another’s fate.
Once a beauty’s long legs enter a man’s heart, they are never easily forgotten. His teasing resumed. Qiao San’s rough hand immediately found the female warrior’s leg.
His palm slid slowly down the outer side of her smooth thigh, all the way to her heel. Then, his fingers turned, tracing back up along the inner side of her leg. With each circular motion, his fingers inched steadily upward, approaching the very top of her thigh…
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