Chapter 43
Chapter 43
The third night.
The Demon Emperor entered the bedchamber to find the young woman reclining on her side, head propped up by one hand in a seductive pose.
A thin veil of red silk traced the graceful curves of her body, her loose black hair as enchanting as a succubus.
“Big Demon King, why are you only arriving now? I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”
Ye Piaoling complained in a coy, delicate voice, tossing him a flirtatious wink full of charm.
The Demon Emperor: “…”
He walked to the bedside, leaning over with a faint smile. “What trick are you playing now?”
Ye Piaoling curled her fingers into an elegant gesture. “The night is too beautiful, and despite the danger, there will always be someone staying up with dark circles under their eyes, waiting for you to come.”
The Demon Emperor: “…”
Taking the opportunity, Ye Piaoling wrapped her arms around him and said coaxingly, “Hurry up and take off these iron chains. I have a few fresh ways to play that I want to teach you.”
“…Oh?”
The Demon Lord let out a scoff.
Leaning close to her earlobe, he whispered, “I have many ways. I don’t need you to teach me.”
His voice was husky and magnetic, radiating a sense of wanton indulgence.
Hearing this, Ye Piaoling’s composure cracked slightly…
She suppressed the urge to go berserk.
With a soft whimper, she threw her chain-bound hands around the man’s neck, her face full of infatuation. “Ying ying ying, you’re so bad! I love it!”
The corner of the Demon Emperor’s mouth twitched.
Ye Piaoling suddenly gazed at him seriously, asking word by word:
“Big Demon King, tell me, if we spend every night together like this, will you fall in love with me?”
The Demon Emperor coldly spat out two words: “I won’t.”
Ye Piaoling replied, “But it seems I’ve fallen for you.”
The Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes.
“What, you don’t believe me?” Ye Piaoling leaned toward his ear, her breath like orchids. “Do you know? This is called Stockholm Syndrome. A captive’s worldview gradually twists until they fall in love with the criminal who imprisoned them…”
“…”
The Demon Emperor looked at her, the light in his eyes beneath his long lashes growing darker.
Ye Piaoling blinked, her voice soft and dripping with sweetness. “Big Demon King, for the sake of my feelings for you, could you give me a set of clothes? You haven’t seen me fully dressed yet, have you? Let me tell you, I look amazing. You’ll definitely like it!”
“…”
“I want a white silk and gauze dress. Something very light, like a celestial fairy’s. If you give me one, I’ll wear it for you, okay?”
The man remained silent for a moment before letting out a cold sneer, his voice deep and ruthless.
“It seems you still haven’t recognized your place?”
His slender hand settled on the girl’s soft waist, stroking it wantonly. His low, dark tone seemed to come from hell itself.
“You have no need for dresses, and I have no patience to play other games with you.”
Seeing this, Ye Piaoling didn’t get angry. She simply gave a coy huff. “Stingy! You won’t even give me a single dress!”
Then, she persisted, speaking in a soft, mellow voice:
“Then give me a flower, surely that’s fine?”
Her watery eyes shimmered, her eyelashes fluttering. “I heard that many Mandala Flowers grow in your Demon Realm. They’re very unique. When you come tomorrow night, pick one for me on your way!”
The Demon Emperor didn’t answer, his long fingers stroking her lips.
“That mouth of yours is truly noisy today.”
With that, he pressed her firmly onto the bed, sealing her words with a kiss.
Ye Piaoling: *&@*#, ^%$…
Her flirting failed to win the Demon Emperor’s affection; instead, it only made him more wickedly unrestrained.
After their tryst, the man dressed and prepared to leave as usual.
Ye Piaoling tried one final effort.
She reached out and grabbed a corner of the man’s robe, speaking weakly.
“Leaving right after we’re done… have you fucking considered the feelings of your tool?”
“…”
The Demon Emperor turned his head, looking at her indifferently.
“What do you want now?”
“Can you stay tonight and sleep with me?”
Ye Piaoling’s eyes filled with tears, looking small, pitiful, and helpless. “I thought I heard thunder outside. I’m so scared! I’ve been terrified of rainy nights since I was a child!”
The Demon Emperor: “Oh?”
Ye Piaoling’s expression turned sorrowful. “Rainy nights, cold iron, and hair floating in the air, strand by strand… it’s too terrifying…”
The Demon Emperor: “…?”
Ye Piaoling shook his sleeve, her gaze pleading. “So I don’t want to be alone. Please, don’t go!”
After listening, the Demon Emperor let out a soft, mocking chuckle.
Then, he coldly brushed her hand away and left without mercy.
Ye Piaoling: “…”
*Snowflakes flutter, the north wind whistles, the world is a vast, white expanse…*
Watching the Demon Emperor walk out the door without a backward glance, Ye Piaoling ignored the soreness in her waist and legs and jumped up. She grabbed the red bed curtains beside her and hurled them toward the door with all her might.
“Go to hell! You #@%&, *%&*%%@#￥%&#*&*&…”
Outside the bedchamber, the moonlight was bright.
The clear night sky was peaceful and quiet, exceptionally tranquil.