Chapter Seventy-Seven: Only If You Beg Me Will I Give It to You

I didn't know how much time had passed before I finally regained consciousness. Groggy, I glanced around, my head still spinning. All I could feel was dizziness—and pain. Instinctively, I lifted the blanket to take a look. Good heavens, so many marks!

Ruined...

Annoyed, I cast a glance at Wangchuan, who lay beside me now. He was impossibly handsome, a perfection unattainable in the mortal world; every line of muscle exuded the wildness of a true beast. It was hard to believe that a man like him would one day be lying next to me... though the process had left me a bit disheveled.

With a sigh, I tried to recall the events, but... whatever spell he’d used to muddle my mind, I could hardly remember a thing! My poor first time—how could it have happened in such a hazy, fragmented way?

Shifting slightly, I felt a sharp pain between my legs—so intense it made me curl my toes and bite my lip. Hiss—did this man not know how to be gentle...?

But what was I complaining about? I hadn’t felt any pain at all at the time. From the faint memories I had, I seemed to have shamelessly clung to his neck, calling out...

Covering my face, I simply couldn’t deal with any of this. I sat on the bed for a long while before the events of last night slowly came back to me—the overwhelming, soul-consuming sensations, and Wangchuan’s devilish demeanor, all so vivid that just recalling them made my heart race.

Biting my lip, I tried to slip away quietly, but the black sheets gave no hint of my blood, only deep traces left behind—and my heart was filled with resentment. I knew it was Wangchuan’s muddling spell that had spared me pain yesterday, but couldn’t he have extended its effect into today...?

Ugh... and he never thought to make me a little bigger, so I could endure more...!

I grumbled internally for ages, but didn’t manage to leave the bed. Even the smallest movement felt like I’d traveled hundreds of meters...

Just as I drew a deep breath, determined to finally escape from the covers, Wangchuan suddenly pulled me back into his arms with a possessive strength.

With a soft thud, I was pressed close against him, gasping in alarm.

"Where are you going?" His languid, drowsy tone brushed past my ear as he took in my scent.

"To... wash up," I stammered anxiously, swallowing nervously, not knowing what else to say.

"Call me Master."

"...Master," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Beg me to wash you."

"I... I’ll do it myself..." Panic-stricken, I tried once more to escape.

"Hmm?" Wangchuan pulled me back, his eyes still half-closed, exhaling softly at my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Master... please... wash me..."

Just like last night, I found myself dazed and pleading with him.

"Good girl."

He licked my lips, then, as if still unsatisfied, sat up and stretched before pulling me tightly against him once more.

It was as if he clamped me in his arms and carried me off the bed!

"Hey! Hey—" I protested, clinging to him.

My whole body ached, bones creaking under the strain. I couldn’t stand his roughness and kicked out, only to wince and endure the tearing pain.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself in the bathroom—my first time seeing Wangchuan’s bathing quarters.

Terrifying... Why was it so... huge?!

The bathtub was enormous—if I got in, wouldn’t I just drown? Was this even a bathtub? More like a fish tank!

But Wangchuan paid me no mind. He turned the water on full blast—it wasn’t even hot at first. He simply stirred it with his hand and soon steam began to rise.

I stared, dumbfounded, at the vast tub filling with swirling water, until suddenly, I was thrown in!

Really?! Could he not show a little gentleness?

I shivered in the water, feeling the temperature rise too quickly for me to handle. Flailing, I managed to grab onto something—it turned out to be Wangchuan’s arm.

Clinging to him, I barely managed to keep my head above water, gasping for breath.

"Cough—! What are you doing! I almost drowned!" I shouted angrily, my feet not even touching the bottom.

Wangchuan’s expression darkened as he stood in the water, his chest exposed. Meanwhile, if I let go of him, the water would practically cover my neck!

Yet, even seeing me like this, he hooked his lips into a smile and suddenly let go of my hand.

With a splash, water filled my ears again as I flailed, grabbing at nothing, until Wangchuan lifted me out.

I shook my head; water dripped from my large, drooping ears. So cats were afraid of water because if their ears tipped, it would fill them up!

"Still so fierce?" Wangchuan squinted at me, scolding.

I was already limp, gasping for breath, shaking my head in terror.

He nudged me through the water, letting me float—still a bit frightened, until I felt something solid underfoot. Looking down, I realized one end of the tub was slightly raised—just enough for me to stand. That must be where he usually sits...

How mortifying! The place he sits is just right for me to stand!

I pouted, glaring at him in dissatisfaction. Unexpectedly, he steadied me by the shoulders and pressed his lips to mine.

Gentle kisses, the air thick with his intoxicating, masculine scent, left me utterly disoriented.

It lasted so long—I began to wonder if he even needed to breathe—before he finally let me go.

Dazed, I knew that whenever that wild scent overwhelmed me, I had no choice.

It seemed I was doomed again...

"Unless..." Wangchuan whispered against my lips, eyes narrowed.

"I..." My lips trembled, unable to speak; I could only nod helplessly, my face burning with anticipation.

"If you want it, say so. Maybe I’ll grant you your wish."

His large hand slid downward, searching beneath the water, mischievously trailing sharp nails ever so lightly.

As my body tensed more and more, Wangchuan’s fingers curled slightly, intent on sending stronger waves through me.

"Mmm... mmm..." I bit my lip, unable to suppress the sounds.

"Does it feel good?" he murmured at my ear, nibbling at the lobe, sending shivers all through me.

"Yes... it does... ah... I... love it..." I turned my head, unable to hold back my soft cries.

Wangchuan smiled, gazing at me with the satisfaction of a hunter who has caught his prey.

"You’re so beautiful," he said, lips curving as he mischievously thrust again. "Even here, you’re beautiful."

"Ah...!" I couldn’t bear it, crying out as I clung instinctively to his neck, gasping, answering, "Yes... all of this belongs to you alone, my master..."

"Good girl." Hearing such words seemed to push Wangchuan to the edge of control.

I suddenly noticed the man before me was changing again—his form, those tense muscles, strange lines appearing just as they had that day.

"Mmm... I..." By now, every sensation ruled me. I bit my lips, gazing at him in a daze.

"Tell me you want it—beg me." He pressed against me, feeling me tremble on the verge of breaking.

"I..." I bit my lip, unable to speak for the heat flooding my body.

Hot water surged around my neck, making it hard to breathe, but the wild, masculine scent at my nose only drove me madder.

"I want... please..."

"What do you want?"

Warm water gently swirling, he made no move to go further, merely watching in satisfaction as I was tormented to breathless desperation.

"You... you know..."

I nearly buried my face in shame, furious at how he could be so practiced in drawing out this torment.

"If you want it, say it."

His domineering voice allowed no refusal.

"I... I want..."

I bit down hard, my mind utterly clouded by the heat racing through me.

"What do you want?"

A gentle inquiry, the devil’s temptation.

"Master, you..."

I shut my eyes tight and spoke the words that made me feel as if I were burning alive.

There in the water, my mind, like my body, was on the verge of collapse, consciousness blurring with confusion.

Every nerve in my body was taut, instinctively arching toward his touch.

"As you wish."