Chapter 17: Terrifying — A Ten-Thousand-Year Virgin
“Little Eight, Little Eight—mission failed! Let’s run, quick!” Nan Xun screamed in terror in her mind.
The Void Beast fired back at lightning speed, “Don’t give up, there’s still a chance! You have to make him feel pleasure of body and mind stronger than the temptation of flesh—damn it, hurry up! If you delay any longer you really will get eaten!”
After hurriedly giving advice, the Void Beast went right back to playing dead.
Nan Xun’s head was a complete mess. Having died once, she wasn’t that afraid of death anymore—but she really didn’t want to be eaten bite by bite. That kind of death was pure torture.
So Nan Xun shoved the man down onto the bed, said nothing, and fiercely kissed his lips, biting and gnawing chaotically. Her small hands roamed over his body, gradually moving lower.
The man’s chest rose and fell. At one point, he suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.
He finally abandoned the thought of immediately eating Nan Xun. A large hand clasped the back of her head as he fiercely and passionately enveloped her soft lips, kissing deeply.
“Woman, this is you refusing an easy death. Don’t regret it later,” he said between intertwined lips and teeth. Then the world spun, and the woman was pinned beneath him.
Nan Xun suddenly felt cold—her dress was shattered by a shock from the man’s palm, instantly breaking into countless fragments.
The next moment, Nan Xun’s eyes flew wide open in horror.
A shrill scream rang out from the room—so tragic it could make listeners grieve and hearers weep.
The bed beneath them—no one knew what it was made of—was extremely flimsy. It creaked and groaned wildly, rising and falling, fast then slow, until the noise became so violent that it collapsed with a loud bang.
Sensing the Demon King’s aura retreat, Lu Sui and the others hurried toward the room, hoping at least to retrieve Nan Xun’s remains. Instead of a person, they found shattered bits of clothing scattered around the foot of the bed.
The bed had collapsed beyond recognition, but on it lay a glaring pool of blood.
Hong Chou wiped away tears. “Xunxun must have been eaten alive by the King.”
The other three immediately rolled their eyes at her.
Lan Shui said, “Hong Chou, don’t you smell something?”
Hong Chou nodded and kept crying. “Of course I do—it’s the smell of blood! You heartless lot—Xunxun called us ‘sister’ for over a month. Now she’s been eaten by the Demon King, and you’re not even sad!”
Zi Ling couldn’t help laughing. “That’s clearly the scent of passion. The Demon King must have already favored Xunxun. From now on, we should call her ‘Madam.’”
Hong Chou’s mouth fell open. “Th-this—how is that possible? The Demon King has never favored any woman!”
Seeing the identical expressions on the other three faces, Hong Chou stammered, “Then… where’s Xunxun? Why is she gone?”
Lu Sui covered her lips and chuckled softly. “Naturally, His Majesty hadn’t had enough and took the girl back to the sleeping palace to continue.”
“But the King’s sleeping palace has never allowed anyone to set foot inside!” Hong Chou exclaimed again.
She soon believed them—because early the next morning, Nan Xun appeared on the newly changed bed in their hall, her face pale as death.
The women rushed over and were shocked.
Her once smooth, fair skin was covered in bluish-purple bite marks—dense and horrifying to look at.
The four felt both joy and worry.
Not only had the Demon King allowed someone into his sleeping palace for the first time ever—this woman had made him break his rule!
But seeing her in such a miserable state filled them with concern.
Humans were far weaker than shapeshifted demon beasts—how could she withstand the Demon King’s excessive demands?
They quickly helped Nan Xun bathe and change. After everything was tidied up, Nan Xun lay on the bed, looking utterly devoid of the will to live.
“Little Eight… men really are one way in bed and another outside it. I’m practically a rag doll now, and he still just tossed me back,” Nan Xun complained in her mind.
The Void Beast could speak now—the pervert was no longer monitoring her.
“You should be grateful. Because of the advice I gave you, the Demon King didn’t harden his heart and eat you.”
Nan Xun let out a hollow laugh, eyes unfocused as she stared at the ceiling, crying inwardly. “Little Eight, I’m not pure anymore… I didn’t even get the chance to date before, and now that I’m here, I’ve lost everything…”
The Void Beast consoled her earnestly. “This body isn’t yours. No matter what happens, your soul is still perfectly clean. Treat this like a game. Once the mission is complete, the game ends, and you can return to the real world.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
The Void Beast had no idea that this heartfelt pep talk would cause Nan Xun to completely let herself go afterward—leaving it both relieved and exasperated.
“There are two pieces of good news,” the Void Beast added quickly, seeing her low spirits. “First, the Demon King’s corruption level is only 80—he hasn’t fully fallen. Second, just now his malice value dropped from 100 to 95.”
Nan Xun immediately perked up, but she couldn’t help stabbing a little imaginary doll in her mind. I’m reduced to a rag doll and his malice only dropped by five points?
But soon she grew cheerful again. “Little Eight, does this mean that after nineteen more times of… that, I can eliminate all of his malice?”
The Void Beast was silent for a moment, then replied, “You can try.”
A ten-thousand-year virgin who had just tasted sex was terrifying—especially one like this Demon King, who had abstained from women for tens of thousands of years.
That evening, before the awful bruises on Nan Xun’s body had even faded, the girls chatting and laughing with her in the room silently withdrew.
The next instant, the space before her eyes distorted, and the outrageously handsome man in black robes appeared abruptly in front of her.
Nan Xun hadn’t even finished her tea before she was hoisted up and carried straight to that vast palace from the first time.
The surroundings were pitch-black, with only a few night pearls embedded in the walls, emitting a faint greenish glow that looked eerie and ominous.
Nan Xun didn’t like this place much—but dim lighting was actually nice for doing that. She was shy, after all.
The Demon King was very quiet today. After seeing her, he didn’t say a single word—he simply shattered her clothes and pressed down on her.
Broken moans spilled from Nan Xun’s lips. She hurriedly covered her mouth, only for the man above her to pry her hands away. “Don’t hold back. This king likes to hear it.”
His voice was unusually low and hoarse—something Nan Xun had never heard before.
Her big eyes were watery as she complained softly, “Next time, don’t shatter my clothes. It’s such a waste.”
The man paused, leaned close to her ear, and murmured, “It’s fine. Next time, this king will give you more.” With that, his movements grew even more unrestrained.
Nan Xun was tossed and turned like a pancake, her body turning to soft mud, her mind drifting blankly.
Afterward, she was carried back to her original small hall.
When Lu Sui and the others bathed Nan Xun, they saw her body covered in kiss marks—blue and purple everywhere, stark and unmistakable—making it easy to imagine just how fierce the battle had been.
