Looking at Yao Yuelong, who seed to be undergoing so kind of mutation beneath him, Sun Zhe felt his scalp tingle with fear.
Her vertical pupils, glowing red like a snake's, emanated a chilling ferocity that made it impossible to look at them directly.
Furthermore, silver dragon scale patterns had erged on her forehead and at the corners of her eyes. They looked like exquisite, deliberately applied eye makeup, making her appear even more bewitching.
At that mont, Yao Yuelong seed to have lost her sanity. She was moaning and panting softly, her face flushed red as her alluring body writhed like a seductive serpent.
Seeing Sun Zhe hesitate, her expression shifted slightly as she urged, "I can't take it anymore. Co on, hurry."
"GULP..."
Sun Zhe silently swallowed his saliva and held his breath. Driven by curiosity, he shifted back slightly, freeing his right hand to lift Yao Yuelong's gauzy skirt.
He desperately wanted to find out what had scratched his palm earlier.
Just a gentle graze had drawn blood, which ant the object had to be incredibly sharp.
He shouldn't have looked. The sight shocked him so much he cursed internally, deeply regretting his curiosity. His entire body felt like it had been electrocuted, and he imdiately rolled off the bed, wanting to escape.
In the dim light, Sun Zhe clearly saw that Yao Yuelong's long, slender legs were now covered in silver scales!
Unlike the silver patterns on her forehead, these were actual scales growing from her flesh.
The silver scales adorned her legs, emitting an alluring sheen. They stretched from the roots of her thighs all the way down to her feet in a neat, overlapping pattern. Even her once smooth, jade-like toes had beco sharp.
At a glance, it looked as if she were wearing a pair of custom, glossy silver stockings, an ultimate fusion of the eerie and the sensual.
Damn it... is this woman a human or a demon?
Sun Zhe felt a chill run down his spine. His once proudly standing "little Sun Zhe" quickly drooped like a frostbitten eggplant.
With Yao Yuelong having undergone such a bizarre transformation, Sun Zhe, completely in the dark, truly did not dare to touch her.
Besides, any normal person would find this difficult to accept.
Even though the Yang Qi in his body was raging and the drug was taking full effect, he had no desire to touch Yao Yuelong.
He would rather endure it for a while longer and go find Chen Ruoyi later.
"What, are you afraid of ?"
Amidst the silence, Yao Yuelong asked.
She slowly propped herself up, her eerie vertical pupils fixed quietly on Sun Zhe.
Sun Zhe forced a smile onto his face. How could I not be scared? I'm not Xu Xian, who fucked a snake, or Ning Caichen, who fucked a ghost.
"No, I'm not scared..."
Sun Zhe laughed awkwardly, pretending to be calm as he forced himself to say, "I just think this is too sudden. It doesn't feel right."
"So, uh, Priest Yao, you carry on. I have to go back and handle sothing. We can do this another day."
Yao Yuelong sighed softly, a hint of helpless pain in her eyes.
She could obviously tell that Sun Zhe was terrified.
"Strictly speaking, I suppose I'm a demon now, but I'm still fundantally human."
As she spoke, Sun Zhe was startled to see two small fangs in her mouth, like a vampire's. While not unattractive, they made her seem even more demonic and otherworldly.
"Uh... I see."
Sun Zhe scratched his head and asked, "What on earth happened to you?"
Yao Yuelong answered truthfully, "It's because of the Dragon Treasure."
"The Dragon Treasure? Is that what your ancestor Yao Guangxiao used to raise dragons?"
Yao Yuelong said, "He is not my ancestor."
"Then...?"
"He is my grandfather."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe's eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at Yao Yuelong. "Doesn't that make you soone from the Ming Dynasty... You're nearly six hundred years old?"
Yao Yuelong nodded gently. "I was his experint. The only one who survived."
"For hundreds of years, I've cultivated in seclusion just to suppress the Dragon Transformation, but my ti is running out. In ten years at most, I will undergo a complete Dragon Transformation."
"No one knows what lies at the end of it. Perhaps death, or perhaps I'll truly beco a dragon..."
"But before that, I need the Sun Family's bloodline to give birth to a Spiritual Child."
As she spoke, she had already climbed off the bed and was slowly approaching Sun Zhe.
Her clothes seed to move on their own, sliding off her pale skin as she took a step.
Sun Zhe stared, noticing that dragon scales had also grown on the sides of her slender waist, gradually converging toward her abdon and stopping around her navel.
Moreover, on her lower abdon, a mysterious silver pattern had appeared, shaped like a butterfly with its wings spread.
The silver pattern, combined with the glossy scales, made her look like a succubus from a storybook. She exuded an aura of ultimate allure, a sharp contrast to her previous elegant dignity.
"Your Pure Yang True Qi arouses all won... and I'm no exception. In this state, I cannot suppress the Dragon Transformation."
Sun Zhe's scalp tingled again. He slowly backed away, chuckling awkwardly. "Priest Yao... I think it's getting late. Perhaps we can resu another day?"
However, Yao Yuelong turned a deaf ear, continuing to close in on him step by step.
Just as Sun Zhe was about to turn tail and run, an invisible force suddenly surged forth, binding his entire body and rendering him completely immobile.
Yao Yuelong stepped forward, grabbed his neck, and lifted him as if he weighed nothing, tossing him back onto the bed.
"OW—!"
Crashing onto the hard Cold Jade Bed, Sun Zhe cried out in pain, seeing stars.
Before he could even recover, Yao Yuelong climbed onto the Cold Jade Bed and pounced on him with a desperate urgency.
"If you must bla soone, bla yourself for injecting your Pure Yang True Qi into my body."
Sun Zhe's heart filled with bitterness. He was about to speak, but in the next mont, Yao Yuelong smothered his mouth with her moist red lips.
"MMPH..."
Sun Zhe's eyes shot wide open before he closed them again in resignation, allowing her nimble little tongue to invade his mouth.
At this mont, Yao Yuelong seed like a completely different person—ferocious, truly like a dragoness in heat.
After gnawing and biting at his body, she propped herself up, straddling his stomach.
Mimicking what she'd seen in books, she slowly raised her delicate hips, her slender hand reaching down from her abdon and quickly finding the right angle.
"Ah!"
"No... Priest Yao, stop! I'm not ready!"
"AH—!"
「A short while later.」
As Sun Zhe cried out in agony, Yao Yuelong slowly sat down, her expression cold, remote, and irresistible.
The reason for Sun Zhe's cries was that the scales in that place were as sharp as blades.
As he watched his little friend get scraped bloody by the sharp blades, Sun Zhe could do nothing but endure the pain.
This was because Yao Yuelong had used so unknown technique to immobilize him, leaving him unable to move a single inch.
Yao Yuelong seed completely imrsed in her own world, paying Sun Zhe no mind as she sat down all the way, taking the savage beast in completely, down to the root.
Trickles of blood flowed from their point of union.
It was her blood, and his blood.
The unprecedented sensation of tearing fullness brought her a pleasure mixed with pain.
After a brief period of adjustnt, she began to rapidly sway her waist and hips, her long, snow-white neck arched back as she let out a series of enchanting moans.
Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, silently enduring. His eyes, filled with a frantic hatred, were locked fiercely on Yao Yuelong.
「After a long ti.」
Sun Zhe suddenly felt the restraint on his body disappear. With his movent restored, he gritted his teeth against the pain, grabbed her slender waist, and violently flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.
The long-suppressed rage erupted in that instant, like a volcano.
"You've really turned the tables on !"
"Since you're so eager to fuck, I'll fuck you to death tonight!"
"I've never fucking banged a demoness before!"
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