His sanity was gradually being eroded by the baleful aura, surrounded by demonic energy as the desires in his heart climbed to their peak. He wanted to press against his master, wanted more, wanted to make this person entirely and completely his own.
He licked the person in his arms, using his dragon tail to tease and loosen his clothes, revealing pale, smooth skin beneath the garments. He slithered back and forth, using his scales to continually feel the warmth of the one in his grasp.
Ever since waking up and realizing that Shi An’s state was abnormal, Yunzhou had been thinking at lightning speed to devise a countermeasure while desperately fearing that any sudden movement might startle Shi An.
However, as things stood, whether he startled him or not was secondary; if this kept going, Shi An might actually manage to use his true form on his current youthful self.
With a crisp “slap,” Yunzhou wrenched one hand free and decisively struck the dragon’s head.
Shi An was caught completely off guard by the blow. It didn’t hurt, but he never expected the person in his arms to fight back.
His movements froze for a split second, but what followed were even more eager actions, though accompanied by moments of hesitation and retreat.
His last shred of sanity told him that under his master’s current condition, he could not take him like this without his master’s consent. Yet the madness within shrieked that the other was already his own, why bother holding back?
Yunzhou let out a sigh. Given his current state, he probably wouldn’t be able to endure it.
Both hands reached up to cup the dragon’s head, forcing Shi An to look at him. Locking eyes with the massive dragon pupils, he asked with utmost seriousness, “You want it?”
Shi An didn’t know what to do or what questions to answer, so he simply nodded, though his dragon tail continued doing whatever it pleased.
Yunzhou gritted his teeth and made up his mind. “Once I recover my form, I’ll give it to you.” Shi An was stunned, his movements grinding to a halt. Thinking Shi An hadn’t understood, Yunzhou emphasized once more, “I’ll take my medicine properly, recover my true form, and then give it to you. I’ll stay with you and play however you want. Understood?”
With his mind completely occupied by that final sentence, all the wild madness vanished from Shi An. He tightly squeezed the person beneath him one last time before shifting back into human form and falling fast asleep right beside Yunzhou.
Seeing that the little dragon had relaxed his grip, reverted to human form, and passed out, Yunzhou quickly checked him over. Finding that he was merely fast asleep and that the demonic qi hadn’t harmed his meridians, Yunzhou let out a sigh of relief, sat up, and tidied his disheveled robes.
Several months passed, and as the Qinzhan Secret Realm was about to open, factions from all directions rushed over. Most came for spiritual herbs, while a small handful believed they could try their luck in the realm and secure some surviving magical treasures.
The spirit-seeking vine that Shi An and Yunzhou wanted to find was not an especially precious spiritual plant; it was simply unique to this particular secret realm.
Along the way, the two chatted and laughed pleasantly. Ever since falling asleep that night and waking up, Shi An still retained scattered memories of the event, but the one thing he remembered most clearly was the final sentence Yunzhou had spoken.
Later on, when Yunzhou asked about his physical condition and whether he still remembered what happened that night, Shi An innocently claimed that he remembered nothing at all, recalling only what his master had said at the very end in his dream.
Unfortunately, Yunzhou couldn’t see Shi An’s nervous, guilty smile. He could only sigh since the other claimed to have forgotten, what accounts was he supposed to settle? Yet deep in his heart, Shi An was continuously scheming about how to thoroughly devour and consume his master in the future.
Because they were near a towering precipice, Shi An had transformed into a dragon to search ahead, leaving Yunzhou settled by the edge of a waterfall with some osmanthus pastry to keep him entertained.
From not far away came the exasperated voice of a young man, sounding as though he had suffered some grievance and was venting his frustrations against the pool of water.
Yunzhou couldn’t help feeling curious. After finishing the osmanthus pastry in his hand, he transformed back into his original fox form, brought along the remaining pastries, concealed his aura, and slipped close to the youth by taking advantage of the surrounding foliage to eavesdrop and eat melons.