The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 114 Blood Transfusion!

"And what technique for regaining strength involves sucking me dry?"

Zhu Qing didn't answer.

She simply grabbed his chair, yanked it closer, and dropped herself onto his lap like she owned him.

"Hiss~!"

Su Xiaobai stiffened. Something stirred within him, sharp and primal. Definitely not comfortable.

Zhu Qing, utterly shameless, seized his arm with the grip of a predator. Cold. Firm.

Then her lips pressed against his skin.

Warm. Wet. Wrong.

Slurp...

Her tongue slithered, curling and flicking, tracing circles that were far too deliberate. The obscene, wet sounds of sucking—sticky, slurpy, loud enough to haunt his dreams.

The sensation shot up his spine, molten, like he was being violated.

"…"

Su Xiaobai stared at her, his mind caught between horror and… something else he'd rather not name.

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The truth, of course, wasn't what it seemed.

Zhu Qing was cursed. A Blood Curse, coiled in her veins like a venomous snake, suffocating her Qi, blocking her dantian. Bai Yujian's handiwork.

The solution? Drain her cursed blood and replace it with something pure. Something alive.

Unfortunately for Su Xiaobai, his potent blood was the perfect antidote.

Her wrist flicked. Splash! Black blood, thick and clotted, spilled onto the floor like sludge. Without hesitation, she latched onto his arm again, her mouth moving with an unsettling hunger.

His blood flooded her veins, warm and electric. Her body didn't just accept it—it devoured it.

When she pulled back, her lips were stained crimson, her tongue flicking out to savor the taste. Her smile was slow. Sharp. Shameless.

"Don't mind me," she murmured sweetly. "Your blood's surprisingly… delicious."

Su Xiaobai blinked. "So, you're just draining me dry because it's convenient?"

"Convenient?" Zhu Qing tilted her head, smiling like the devil. "Hardly. If I wanted to be efficient, I'd drink straight from the source."

He froze.

"…"

Then deadpan: "Source? You mean…"

Her gaze flicked downward, playful and pointed.

Su Xiaobai's face darkened—not at her words, but her gaze. It wasn't on his face. Sitting on him, her weight felt like a mountain pressing him down. Her strength wasn't just physical; it dwarfed his. Even without Qi, if they fought… he wasn't sure he'd win.

She laughed, rich and indulgent, like she was enjoying a private joke. "Relax, Little Villain. I don't bite… hard."

He glared at her, deadpan.

She ignored him completely, slicing her wrist again. SPLASH! More blackened blood oozed out, pooling at her feet in thick, clotted streams as his life essence replaced it.

The ritual was slow. Precise. Far too intimate.

"You know," Su Xiaobai muttered, trying to reclaim some dignity, "for someone so proud, you're surprisingly shameless."

Zhu Qing chuckled, her tone dripping with amusement. "Pride doesn't save lives."

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Su Xiaobai wanted to shove her off. Wanted to demand answers.

But his eyes flicked to her aura, steadily rising like a phoenix clawing its way from the ashes. Her cursed blood drained away, replaced by his vitality.

It wasn't concern. Definitely not.

It was strategy.

She owed him now.

"Fine," he said grudgingly. "But I'm keeping track. You'll owe me interest."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh? Careful. I might charge you for the privilege."

Su Xiaobai's eyes narrowed. This woman was enjoying this far too much.

Fine. Two could play this game.

"Humph…" He leaned back, smirking. "Then raise the charge and suck it directly from my mouth."

Zhu Qing's laughter spilled out, bright and unbothered. "From your mouth? Bold. But you'd need to cut your tongue first."

Splash!

Her words barely landed before Su Xiaobai moved. Quick as a snake, he leaned forward, brow arched, his grin smug and triumphant.

Got you.

"…"

Zhu Qing's face twitched. Her little act crumbled like a broken kite. Arrogant? Not anymore. If she was shameless, this bastard was the goddamn emperor of it.

"Huh!?"

Or so Su Xiaobai thought.

Have you heard of a wolf above a wolf? Well, there was always an elder above a disciple.

Her slender hands slammed onto his shoulders.

Thud!

The little 'innocent' chair beneath him gave up on life, collapsing to the ground. Before Su Xiaobai could react, her weight bore down on him, pressing him into the cold, unfeeling stone like a bitch in heat.

Her flawless face above his, wild and dangerous. Too close. He could see the subtle green hue in her eyes.

Then her lips met his.

He didn't have time to process.

She didn't just kiss him—she fucked him with her tongue.

Her lips crushed his, hot and hungry. Her tongue invaded his mouth, curling and stroking his like it had every right to be there. Wet. Insistent. She sucked blood straight from his tongue, each pull deep and deliberate, as if milking him dry.

Their tongues clashed like swords in an ancient duel, wet noises echoing obscenely in the shadows. Her taste hit him—dark lilies and danger, laced with the metallic tang of his own blood.

His body reacted before his brain could stop it. A heat coiled low in his stomach, traitorous and lustful.

'Damn this bastard...'

Zhu Qing felt his lower body stiffen beneath her, the faint hitch in his breath, the dilated pupils. That look.

Her lips twitched. She wanted to bite him, to smash that smug expression into the ground. But no.

The work wasn't done yet.

Her cheeks burned faintly, but she ignored it. This wasn't about him—it was about survival.

"Haah...!" She broke the kiss, her tongue flicking over her lips to savor the blood she'd stolen. Then, with zero hesitation, she dove back in.

Slurp!

This time, it was rougher. Her teeth grazed his lips, her tongue plunged deeper, claiming every corner of his mouth as if she wanted to scrape the essence right out of him.

Her hips pressed hard against him, pinning him further as her body greedily drank in his vitality.

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For Su Xiaobai, it was chaos.

The heat coursing through him was unbearable, his blood boiling as her lips claimed him. Her weight, her scent, the way her tongue invaded him—it was too much.

Worse, his body betrayed him. Heat coiled low in his stomach, pooling like molten iron. A traitorous, primal response that only fanned the flames of his frustration.

And yet… he couldn't stop.

"Fucking hell…" he muttered against her lips, his voice hoarse.

"Mmmghhh!?"

Zhu Qing blinked, confused for a moment—until his hand gripped the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair. He yanked her closer, pressing her hard against him. Before she could react, his burning tongue dove into her mouth, sweeping deep and forceful.

'This bastard—!'

Her eyes widened, her face flushing crimson. Did this bastard think he could dominate her?

His other hand slid down her body, shamelessly gripping her thigh. Soft. Warm. Spongy under his fingers, like nothing he'd ever held before.

Snap!

Zhu Qing slapped his hand away, her eyes blazing. Her lips parted, glistening red from their clash, but her glare burned like fire.

This man… Did he think she was his to claim?

Her lips, sweet as forbidden fruit, her mouth even sweeter—those were privileges no man had dared take. Yet here he was, greedy enough to push further.

What an audacious rat.

She wanted to deal with him. Smash him into the ground, humiliate him until he crawled.

But not yet.

For now, she just needed to finish what she'd started.

Her lips crashed back onto his with renewed intensity, her tongue sweeping to reclaim dominance. Blood flowed between them, her cursed veins greedily absorbing his vitality.

They didn't even notice when the glow began.

Zhu Qing's body surged with power, her strength returning like a tide. And yet, it wasn't just her. A faint light enveloped them both, threads of energy binding them together like strings on a puppeteer's stage.

Something was changing. Something neither of them could control.

But Zhu Qing didn't stop. She couldn't.

For now, she would take what she needed. Later, she'd crush this bastard for daring to want more.

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Above the Grand Hall of the Warlord's Palace, high in the sky—

"What—?"