After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 41 - Guess What I Gave You to Drink

During the swordsmanship class, Bai Zihua’s gaze made He Ange uncomfortable.

Though Bai Zihua tried to appear friendly, He Ange couldn’t ignore the faint, unsettling greed in his eyes. It was the kind of look that suggested Bai Zihua had his sights set on something—something he wanted badly enough to feign kindness.

It reminded He Ange of the customers in the black market. They would often fixate on certain items, staring at them with longing before finally deciding to make a purchase. The most coveted items were always rare treasures, things that couldn’t be obtained through legal means.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that Bai Zihua saw him the same way.

It was... unsettling.

He Ange had always been sensitive to such things.

Don’t ask why.

Let’s just say it had something to do with that time in the secret realm when a witch from the Moon Sect tricked him. She had feigned kindness, won his trust, poisoned him, dug out his spiritual vein, and left him for dead.

It was a lesson paid for in blood and tears.

So now, He Ange was extremely wary of Bai Zihua. Even though he was just a “cripple” with nothing of value, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down. Who knew what kind of unexpected betrayal Bai Zihua might be planning?

…

“Why are you here?” He Ange asked as he left the swordsmanship plaza, spotting a familiar cherry-pink figure under a tree.

Xia Ranyue had tied her hair into a neat high ponytail today. She wore a loose outer robe on top and a short skirt on the bottom. The sect-issued blue daoist robe was casually tied around her waist, its hem draping over her skirt and adding a bit of modesty to her otherwise daring outfit.

The short skirt was, well, very short. With the added length of the daoist robe, it created an alluring contrast, drawing attention to her long, pale legs.

Today’s outfit was a stark departure from her sweet and innocent look the day before. The combination of the short skirt and daoist robe gave her a more mature, commanding presence—a youthful yet sophisticated vibe.

Of course, her “sophistication” was limited to her proportions. Xia Ranyue’s petite frame still couldn’t compare to the statuesque figures of An Luo Yi or Qin Shiyan.

“Tired from sword practice? Here, have some water~” Xia Ranyue said with a smile, holding out a gourd she had been hiding behind her back.

He Ange took the gourd, giving it a shake to confirm it was full of water. He had just finished practicing and was indeed thirsty.

Without overthinking it, he raised the gourd to drink.

“This is my personal water gourd. I just drank from it. Are you sure you want to drink too?” Xia Ranyue teased, her hands clasped behind her back as she leaned forward. Her mischievous eyes sparkled with amusement.

She was getting back at him for teasing her in the cafeteria the other day.

He Ange hesitated.

Glancing at the gourd, then at her playful expression, he decided to play it safe. Instead of drinking directly, he tilted the gourd above his head and poured the water into his mouth.

“How does it taste?” Xia Ranyue asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Her sudden question made He Ange suspicious.

“You didn’t do anything to the water, did you?” he asked cautiously.

“Guess~” she replied, her lips curling into a sly smile. Her crescent-shaped eyes twinkled with mischief, the very picture of “I’m up to no good.”

Back when she had tried to trick him into dual cultivation, she had worn the same adorable yet devious smile.

Seeing He Ange’s hesitation, Xia Ranyue’s grin widened.

“Let me guess. You just used your spiritual energy to check your body, didn’t you? Trying to see if anything feels off?” she teased.

“...”

“Scared? When you smiled at me that night, I was just as nervous, checking myself over and over!”

“...”

“Now you know how I felt back then, huh?”

He Ange sighed, realizing she had seen right through him. He couldn’t help but admire her cunning.

This little fox was getting better at playing games.

“So, you’re saying you spiked the water to get back at me?” he asked.

“Something like that,” she replied with a nod, though her vague answer didn’t clarify much.

Judging by the mischievous glint in her eyes, He Ange knew she was messing with him. Ever since he had tricked her, she had been plotting her revenge.

Like a vengeful little kitten...

But she wasn’t a kitten. She was a fox demon. And fox demons were perfectly capable of stripping someone of everything they had.

“He Ange, are you feeling short of breath? Maybe a little restless in your chest?” Xia Ranyue whispered, stepping closer and standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear.

Before he could react, she darted out her tongue and gave his earlobe a quick, teasing lick.

The sudden sensation sent a jolt through He Ange’s body. His focus had already been drawn to his ear when she leaned in to whisper, and the unexpected wetness of her tongue heightened his sensitivity.

Seeing his reaction, Xia Ranyue burst into a fit of silvery laughter, clearly amused by his flustered state.

She had always been good at this.

Her voice was naturally enchanting, and combined with the faint, alluring fragrance that seemed to emanate from her, her close proximity was enough to make any man’s heart race.

When He Ange checked himself as she had suggested, he realized his heart was indeed pounding, and his face felt hot.

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“He Ange, don’t deny it. I bet I guessed right again, didn’t I?” Xia Ranyue said, crossing her arms and looking at him smugly.

He Ange’s gaze darkened, his sharp eyes narrowing as he tried to steady his breathing.

He was both excited and wary, unsure of what she might have done to him.

It was a tense and exhilarating feeling.

To make matters worse, they were in a public place. Xia Ranyue hadn’t done anything overtly inappropriate—just a playful lick on his ear—but it was enough to make his body react more strongly than it had during their failed dual cultivation attempt.

“What did you put in the water?” he asked, turning his head slightly to avoid her gaze.

Xia Ranyue simply laughed, her tone full of mischief.

She leaned in again, as if to whisper in his ear, but this time He Ange instinctively pulled away, eyeing her warily.

Seeing his reaction, she pouted.

“Hmph. Fine, if you don’t want to know, I won’t tell you.”

“...”

He Ange hesitated, torn between curiosity and caution. Ultimately, he gave in.

He was at her mercy now. He had been foolish enough to drink the water, trusting her despite knowing better.

Seeing his reluctant expression, Xia Ranyue smiled triumphantly and leaned in close once more.

“He Ange,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, “did you know that fox demon women are born with naturally alluring bodies? Our scent, our fluids—they all have potent aphrodisiac effects. Just catching a whiff of our fragrance is enough to captivate a man’s soul, to make him lose himself in fantasies...”

She paused, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she leaned in even closer.

“So, what do you think happens when a man drinks a large amount of a fox demon’s... bodily fluids?”

TLN : OMFGGGG RANYUE IS REALLY MSGK CHARA, NEED TO BE PUNISHED