Chapter 455: Chapter 455

455: Chapter 451: Rebellious Scum 455: Chapter 451: Rebellious Scum He widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked at her, thinking that everything that had just happened seemed unreal.

His disciple, whom he had raised and loved, respected yet also hated!

How could she perform such a forbidden act?

If the Enchanting Demon’s intention was to seduce and drain, he might have understood, but Arao…

why would she dare to do so?

His handsome face suddenly flushed red, and he struggled to his feet, weakly trying to retrieve his clothes.

At this moment, feelings of shame and guilt surged in his heart, and he whispered angrily, “Shameless girl!”

The label ‘shameless’, which should have been on the Enchanting Demon, suddenly fell upon the Demon Lord.

This nostalgic, educational tone was undoubtedly that of his normally infuriated master.

Arao’s eyes darkened, and the facade of obedience on her face suddenly cracked.

She gave a cold smile, feeling extremely unbalanced.

“In master’s heart, I may be lesser than Yun Rong, but now even a trivial little demon can be closer to you than I am.

She defiled your body, and you didn’t get angry at her.

Now I am merely cleaning you, and I am the one who is shameless?”

His fury, driven by her irrational and unreasonable words, made him blurt out, “Are you the same as her?!”

Arao’s untouchable reverse scale was instantly lifted, her gaze deep and dangerous.

Without waiting for him to dress, she suddenly extended her hands and tightly embraced his waist, pulling him into her arms.

Her delicate, sharp canine teeth bit into his burning earlobe, her voice almost cruelly possessive.

What a little demon can touch, cannot I touch as well!”

His body, tainted by the Charming Poison, seemed unable to withstand the stimulation and anger she brought him.

It felt like his entire skeleton was being crushed by this rebellious disciple.

The pain in his earlobe as she bit him only fueled his rage as he spat, “Presumptuous!

Go mad somewhere else!

Arao breathed hotly, her expression entranced, “Mad?

Master thinks I am going mad?

How naive can you be.”

She seized his hand, placing it on her fiercely beating heart at her chest, “It is I who am mad, hopelessly mad, even knowing you allowed Yun Rong to scheme against and kill my mother, I still cannot let you go!

You should not hold a place in my heart, yet you push me away.”

He trembled, a feeling as if something exploded in his chest, both suffocating and painful, he murmured in shock, “What…

kill your mother, this…”

Before he could finish, Arao fiercely sealed his lips.

The turbulence in his heart had yet to settle when another violent wave surged.

He was thrown into disarray, completely unprepared.

He widened his eyes, all sound stuck in his throat, the heartbeat under his palm undoubtedly crazed, throbbing…

He suddenly felt very uneasy and tried to withdraw his hand, but she pressed it firmly against her chest.

She slowly released his lips, gasping lightly, and lifted her deep, dark eyes to his, saying earnestly, “Master, do you know, no matter how high I climb, even if I become the ruler of the Six Realms, as long as you are there, my pride will lose to you.”

“It’s not because you are my master, but because I want you!”

“It is the kind of wanting where not even a single hair can be shared with others, the wanting to see you at every moment, the wanting to merge into one with you.”

Her grip on his wrist suddenly tightened, her eyes darkening ominously, “Master, I can be different from her because I will not drain you.”

“Master, I can also be the same as her because I truly crave everything about you, naturally including your body.”

Master murmured in shock, “You are my disciple, how can you…

how can you…” develop such transgressive feelings.

As if she understood the shock in his eyes, Arao suddenly displayed a mischievous smile, “Master, you have touched your disciple.”

He was initially startled, and quickly his handsome face changed rapidly in color.

Suddenly, his world spun, and he was once again pinned beneath someone.

This time, it was that audacious, rebellious disciple.

And the disciple’s hand naturally wandered.

This morally bankrupt relationship between master and disciple made his scalp tingle.

He tried to lift his arms to push Arao away, but the potency of the medicinal herbs from the Tombs of Heroes grew stronger, making his arms weak and limp.

He resorted to shielding his face with his arms, teeth clenched tightly, as he tried hard to endure the humiliating feeling.

His body grew increasingly uncomfortable, the fever brought by the chill making him groggy.

At that moment, the jade pendant between his robes chimed lightly, the sound of the robe being removed resounding clearly in the night.

Soon, Arao’s soft and mysterious body covered him.

Unlike the Demon Lord’s assertiveness, her body possessed a frail, breakable beauty, concealed beneath skin as meticulously carved as jade, flawless, all its beautiful and mystical aura hidden in the interplay of light and shadow, clean yet bewitching.

Fang Geyu thought, what a chaotic demonic night this was.

Having sent one away, yet another appears; she simply couldn’t bear to see Yun Rong’s face at this moment.

Look, this was supposed to be a wedding night, casually shirking real duties to discuss Sword Dao.

She believed it wouldn’t be long before her husband’s Heavenly Sword would be blunted by these female demons.

Though both demons did unsavory deeds, Yun Rong really was embarrassingly unassertive.

A few strands of wet hair clung to the Demon Lord’s porcelain, smooth shoulders.

As she leaned on his chest, her hands trembled slightly.

Even though he harbored only mentor-disciple affection for her and knew of her rebellious and annoying nature, he couldn’t deny that the way she lightly bit her lower lip, with a pained furrowing of her brows, was extraordinarily enchanting.

Her jade-colored little toes, kneeling beside his legs, curled up like a lazy cat retracting its claws.

A soft, low moan escaped Arao’s throat, her eyes a hazy dark night, dream-like as she reached out to touch his face.

Suddenly, she began to feel scared.

It turns out that dual cultivation between master and disciple hurt terribly.

He noticed the fear in her eyes, and his heart lightened even as he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate at the moment, he frowned and said, “Arao, now is not the time to be stubborn.”

The confusion in Arao’s eyes slowly dispersed, her head tilted, and she suddenly laughed.

Resting her hand on his chest, her fingers gracefully slid away, her long beautiful nails round and clean, the pale cherry pink now hinting at a certain suggestiveness.

A thin layer of sweat covered his body, his dark, disheveled long hair sprawled messily, dampened by sweat across his body.

Without his usual restraint and sharpness, the master lying beneath was full of flaws brought out by oppression.