Chapter 431: Defiled?
The two demonic guards patrolling the corridor stopped, staring at the abyssal prodigy with expressions of cringe.
They were accustomed to captives weeping, threatening them, or begging for mercy.
They were not accustomed to a hostage treating their high-security sex-dungeon like a five-star vacation resort.
"Is he broken?" one guard whispered to the other, genuinely unnerved by Zechuan’s bright, goofy smile. "I hit him with the suppression baton twice on the way down, and he thanked me for the deep-tissue massage."
"Just ignore him," the other guard shuddered, backing away. "The Madam said they are all defective. Especially the silver-haired one in the corner. Do not make eye contact with it."
In the darkest, coldest corner of the cell, Xie Wangchen sat in a lotus position.
He was not plotting an escape or raging against his captivity. The Ice Demon was currently experiencing a state of euphoric zen.
Wangchen knew the truth.
He knew Ji’an was a woman.
He knew that Madam Rouge, a succubus who fed exclusively on male Yang energy, was currently dragging a disguised female chef into her private chambers expecting a feast of masculine virility.
The cosmic hilarity of the impending confusion was keeping Wangchen’s yandere urges at bay. He was perfectly content to sit in the damp cell, following his Chef’s orders, waiting for the inevitable, spectacular explosion of Madam Rouge’s disappointment.
"Sovereign Xie!" Zechuan bounded over, sitting cross-legged next to the Ice Demon.
The abyssal airhead cheerfully reached into his robes, bypassing the anti-magic cuffs because the void did not abide by mortal physics, and pulled out a crinkled oil-paper bag. "The guards didn’t check my inner pockets! Do you want some spiced crystal-mantis jerky? Ji’an made it extra crispy!"
Wangchen opened one ruby eye.
He looked at the jerky.
He looked at the innocent, clueless puppy offering it to him.
"I will accept one piece then, Brother Shen" Wangchen murmured smoothly, elegantly taking a slice of the dried meat. "The Chef’s provisions must not go to waste while we await her signal."
While Wangchen and Zechuan sat in the corner having a peaceful, exclusive picnic, the rest of the cell was descending into madness.
"BROTHER LIN IS BEING DEFILED!" Gu Zhiwei wailed, gripping the iron bars and shaking them with all his suppressed might, tears streaming down his face. "THE DEMONIC HARLOT HAS DRAGGED HIM TO HER LAIR! HE IS TOO PURE! HE ONLY CARES ABOUT SPATULAS AND SPICES! THE TRAUMA WILL SHATTER HIS DAO HEART!"
"We must breach the perimeter!" Lu Jianheng gasped, frantically trying to channel his blocked Qi.
The Sword Lord was sweating profusely, his composure annihilated by his raging, tsundere harem-panic. "We must stage a breakout! If she forces him into dual-cultivation, the Vanguard Leader will lose his vital Yang essence! He will become a withered husk! I cannot allow my... my commanding officer to be drained by a succubus!"
Hu Yanlie was actively chewing on the iron bars, his teeth grinding against the metal with feral desperation. "I WILL BITE THROUGH THE IRON! I WILL TEAR THE BROTHEL DOWN WITH MY BARE HANDS! THE CHEF BELONGS TO THE KITCHEN, NOT THE BOUDOIR!"
Wen Shiru was sitting in the center of the cell, rocking back and forth, frantically clicking his solid-gold abacus.
"The ransom! We must calculate the ransom! If I liquidate the Wen Consortium’s southern assets, I can offer the Madam a buyout! But what if she refuses currency?! What if the Chef’s aesthetic value transcends the market cap of spirit stones?!"
"..."
The four most powerful prodigies in the Azure Empire were completely hysterical, convinced that their beautiful, tyrannical, silver-haired leader was currently suffering unspeakable, traumatic horrors at the hands of the demonic matriarch.
They could not have been more wrong.
High above the damp, miserable dungeons, in the highest, restricted VIP penthouse of the Crimson Lotus Pavilion, Lin Ji’an was not being tortured.
She was not being drained of her Yang energy.
She was not weeping in terror either.
Lin Ji’an was currently experiencing the peak of luxury, surrounded by beautiful women, and she was effortlessly, unintentionally out-rizzing every single male prostitute in the building.
The penthouse was a decadent chamber draped in crimson silks, smelling of crushed lotus and expensive incense.
Velvet cushions were scattered across the floor, and a indoor hot spring bubbled gently in the corner.
Ji’an was currently reclining on a massive silk divan, wearing a plush, soft crimson robe that the succubi had provided after she complained her combat trousers were too stiff.
Her long, ethereal silver hair was spread out behind her, glowing softly in the lantern light.
She was surrounded by six of the most beautiful, high-ranking maidens of the Crimson Lotus Pavilion, including Madam Rouge herself.
And Ji’an was completely running the room.
"No, no, you are over-steeping the tea leaves," Ji’an chided gently, leaning forward and lightly tapping the wrist of a stunning, scantily clad succubus who was attempting to serve her.
Ji’an flashed a devastating, lazy, charming smirk that completely weaponized her celestial beauty. "If you leave the Frost-Lotus leaves in the boiling water for more than three minutes, the tannins burn, and you lose the delicate, sweet floral notes. Here, let me show you."
Ji’an casually took the jade teapot from the blushing succubus.
Her long, elegant fingers moved with the practiced, hypnotic grace of a master chef, executing a flawless pour that perfectly aerated the tea before it hit the porcelain cups.
The succubi watched her hands, completely mesmerized.
"You possess such incredible finesse, little broker," Madam Rouge purred, leaning against the armrest of Ji’an’s divan, swirling a cup of wine.
The demonic matriarch’s initial plan to forcefully drain Ji’an’s Yang energy had hit a confusing roadblock.
When Rouge had tried to initiate the Yin-Gathering technique, she had found zero Yang energy to extract.
Ji’an’s core was composed of dense, impenetrable Yin.
But instead of being angry, Madam Rouge had become utterly fascinated.
The silver-haired captive was so charismatic, so unapologetically confident, and so shockingly knowledgeable about the finer things in life, that the matriarch had simply decided to keep her as a prized, pampered pet.