The touch in her hand was smooth and delicate, like a warm pebble from the bottom of a river, unlike the cold hardness of scales, more like a handful of undulating warm jade.
She had only touched it once when the Young Master’s body trembled. He reached back and grabbed her wrist.
“What are you touching?!” His eyes widened at her, his face flushing fiercely, bright and vivid like clouds and sunset glow.
Li Yin’s gaze was clear, as if she had merely touched an openly displayed work of art.
She tilted her head slightly, seemingly unaware of the implications of her action, merely pondering the position for the mark: “Here? Is this spot okay? It’s already very pretty here.”
“You—” Staring at her sincere, unfeigned expression, Qing Yi’s lips moved, but in the end, he swallowed his words, his face still red.
“Hmph, do whatever you want.” He nodded with a hum, his fair face a blanket of blush, like a grand display of fiery sunset clouds.
The thick, gorgeous clouds didn’t want to linger with others, withdrawing their brilliant colors on their own.
He turned his back to her. From the side, she could only glimpse his long eyelashes drooping slightly, trembling gently, far from calm.
The Young Master sat back down in the pile of his own clothes, deep shades of blue-green swirling with light, framing his pale body like soft clouds.
He still faced away from her. Feather Clan customs were intricate, ingrained from years of exposure, so he instinctively adopted a dignified posture.
If one ignored his empty, bare body, it could pass for elegant and reserved.
At this moment, the beautiful and proud Little Peacock said nothing, but quietly lifted his body slightly. He didn’t sit fully down, perfectly exposing the spot she favored.
The pale clouds half-hidden amid the lush folds of clothing were like a silent invitation.
The Player didn’t refuse his invitation. She gently touched it and began imprinting the mark.
As the flower seal first appeared, the Young Master let out a muffled grunt, his body shuddering violently.
He couldn’t maintain even a shred of dignity. His posture collapsed instantly, and his softened body pitched forward.
He toppled over, his waist collapsing, unable to support himself, though the curve was strikingly alluring. His blue-green pupils quivered as he barely propped himself up with his hands.
“Wh-what……” The Young Master’s lips parted slightly, struggling to voice his incredulous murmur. His pupils unfocused involuntarily, dazed somewhat by the overwhelming pleasure.
The Little Peacock’s mind reeled, his breathing growing hot and moist. Fine beads of crystalline sweat beaded on his cheeks, like rising mist or morning dew.
The mark had only just begun forming, and he was already trembling so intensely.
The soft, creamy clouds under her palm quivered, faintly trying to escape her grasp.
The Player adjusted her movements, pulling this half-undressed Little Peacock into her arms. One hand remained steady on his lower back, gently supporting his body.
As his body shifted, the gorgeous hem of his robe piled up, precariously draped over his slender waist and hips.
The mark continued to form. The deep pink flower seal flickered in and out, like vivid paint from a bold brushstroke, trickling down the clean line of the youth’s back groove, pooling into a fragrant, erotic hue at the base of his spine.
Li Yin’s clothes were still fully intact, while the Little Peacock in her arms was stripped bare from the waist up.
Like a pretty lotus seed peeled open, falling into her lap, trembling and whimpering softly, awaiting the diner’s taste.
Perhaps roused by her breath, Qing Yi’s gaze focused a bit. Suddenly, as if venting frustration, he grabbed her collar.
His thick, sleek black hair flowed with hints of blue-green luster, accentuating the blush on his cheeks, like the interplay of leaves and flowers.
He wanted to grip hard, but his fingers lacked strength. His fingertips merely hooked her collar, refusing to let go.
In his daze, he wanted to look at her expression, but he was too weak to lift his head. He vaguely heard the human girl’s soft voice saying something like “It’ll be over soon.”
The flower seal grew more solid. His waist arched back involuntarily, like a taut crescent moon, pristine and flawless.
The warm clouds pushed backward against her hand, trying to dislodge it, but it looked instead like eager proactivity, continuously pressing into her palm.
The Little Peacock struggled faintly to no avail. Moisture welled at the corners of his eyes. His brows furrowed, lips parting slightly as his breath came out in fragmented gasps.
“You’re lying… mmph—”
“What kind of contract… ah… feels like this!”
He finally mustered some strength and clutched the human girl’s collar.
“What’s wrong?” The human girl seemed genuinely puzzled, her expression innocent and harmless as she tilted her head at him.
She leaned in closer, appearing curious and confused about his reaction, as if truly unaware of the cause.
In truth, she was carefully admiring his reddened eye corners and the glistening moisture.
With the culprit right before him, Qing Yi only wanted to glare at her.
But the eyes that wanted to glare rolled back, twitching faintly like flower buds on the verge of blooming. His beautiful pupils lost focus entirely, and his flushed lips forgot to exhale.
After a moment, the flower seal fully formed. Li Yin clearly saw him shudder noticeably.
The Young Master had soiled his own clothes.
The breath caught in his throat burst out suddenly, releasing a faint osmanthus scent.
【Unlocked new cauldron: Qing Yi】
【Achievement Reward: Directed Random (1)】
【Cultivation Progress: 99%】
【Current Cultivation: Golden Core Realm】
【Next Level: Nascent Soul Stage】
All the ones she had harvested so far had much higher cultivation than hers, each time pushing her progress right to the brink.
The Player’s mood brightened instantly. Setting aside past bad reviews, she was having a great time now.
A smile tugged at Li Yin’s lips. Though the harvesting was done, she had no intention of tossing aside the Little Peacock in her arms.
The youth’s body was warm and soft, almost as pliant as when he hadn’t fully transformed, letting her manipulate him at will. His snow-white back still quivered with aftershocks.
Seeing the thin sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks, light as morning dew and dampening strands of his ink-black hair,
She reached up to carefully smooth it for him, parting the wet locks, and held this beautiful Little Peacock, letting him rest properly.
The flower seal and cauldron weren’t one-time use. Male cultivators marked with the flower seal became tools she could use repeatedly for cultivation.
A single harvest drained the spiritual energy from their meridians and dantian, requiring time for recuperation and reabsorption of qi before the master could use them again.
Demonic cultivators surprisingly emphasized sustainability.
The Jade Ecstasy Seal gave cauldrons pleasure, which seemed considerate at first glance. The Player thought it over and easily grasped the Jade Ecstasy Palace’s logic.
Use pleasure to disarm these male cultivators, making it easier to savor their limp helplessness—or perhaps their resistant breakdowns.
Either way, they became toys for demonic cultivators to toy with at will.
After a short rest, her Little Peacock finally recovered somewhat.
Qing Yi’s body felt limp, his spiritual power utterly squeezed dry. His body felt hollow inside, devoid of both qi and the essence he’d accumulated since youth.
He had released it all into her embrace.
In a sense, this Little Peacock was more sensitive than the merfolk.
“You… something’s wrong…” Qing Yi bit his lip, eyes suspicious as he stared at the human girl before him. “Where’s my spiritual power? What did you do to me?”
Li Yin replied matter-of-factly, “Contracts naturally consume spiritual power.”
Qing Yi kept staring at her, clearly unconvinced. “Why only mine? You didn’t expend any effort at all.”
The girl before him had bright, lively eyes and rosy cheeks.
Compared to him, this demon cultivator, she seemed more like the demon—as if she’d just stolen his essence and vitality.
Suddenly, he recalled another detail. “What about that Demon Lord back then? How do you explain him? That Demon Lord was also drained of spiritual power. Did you form a contract with him too?”
As the Young Master spoke, he nodded slightly, convinced something was off about what had just happened.
Far from afraid or suspecting harm from the human girl, his eyes sparkled brightly, like a Little Peacock smugly catching her in a slip-up.
He was just short of fluffing his feathers and perching triumphantly on her.
Li Yin had no intention of cheating with props.
She showed no panic, her tone casual. “Cultivators all have one or two life-saving tricks. Nothing strange about that.”
The Little Peacock “pecked” at her chin. “Liar, that’s definitely not right. You’re definitely lying to me.”
Even as he said it, his earlier momentum had been too strong, his mind unclear—he didn’t actually remember clearly.
Qing Yi hid his thoughts, not wanting her to notice he was bluffing.
The Little Peacock kept puffing up, staring at her, waiting to see how she’d argue back.
Facing his questioning, Li Yin reached out to deflate his bravado.
Her fingertip brushed her chin. “You stole a kiss from me.”
That “peck” just now was undoubtedly a stolen kiss.
Instantly, the blustering Young Master’s body stiffened. The fading blush on his cheeks reignited in a deeper shade.
“I… who—who stole a kiss? I just forgot earlier. I just forgot to transform.” His usually quick tongue stumbled, forgetting to press her as he clumsily covered up his intentions.
Li Yin couldn’t hold back a smile.
Her eyes curved happily. Now it was her turn to watch him squirm.
The human girl didn’t hold the Little Peacock’s peck against him.
His lips were soft; the “peck” didn’t hurt at all.
She didn’t press the Young Master to admit it. Instead, she cast a spell on her own, helping the flustered youth clean up the mess.
She meticulously washed and dried the fluid-soaked clothes. Her spell wasn’t masterful, so it took a bit of time.
Once clean, she picked up his discarded garments, smoothing out the wrinkles from piling, and dressed him piece by piece from the inside out.
Both of them had tempers that demanded pampering.
But they were too beautiful to resist, and since they let her play, the Player enjoyed it thoroughly, making “servicing” them effortless.
The Young Master’s face was still red, inwardly awkward, yet he naturally raised his arms, letting her dress him.
He was the most accustomed to being waited on. Hatching with awakened phoenix blood, strictly disciplined though he was, he’d been meticulously cared for and doted on by his clan since childhood.
The Little Peacock let her maneuver him. The gorgeous flower seal at the base of his spine nestled against his snowy skin, its deep pink drawing the eye downward.
With every movement as she dressed him, the flower seal at his tailbone danced up and down. With his body’s shifts, it truly seemed like a seductive tail fan, impossible to look away from.
The palace robes were intricate. Li Yin moved slowly, admiring for a moment before continuing.
She dressed her beautiful toy doll piece by piece, arranging and securing everything, tucking her plaything away beneath the outer layers.
Once dressed, Qing Yi returned to the main point. “I-I won’t buy your nonsense.”
His eyes flickered, eye corners still faintly red. He opened his mouth in a string of scoldings. “Jerk, rogue, pervert… You did it on purpose. You wanted my body, pretending to mark me when you just wanted to toy with me—”
Halfway through, he suddenly realized.
“Wait, you said you marked him too? That merfolk!”
He’d finally latched onto a crucial point.
Seeing this Little Peacock about to make a fuss, the Player cut him off in time. “But he didn’t react like you did.”
She feigned confusion, saying lightly, “Why was your reaction so intense? Was the position I chose wrong?”
The human girl’s eyes were clear and pure, without a trace of impurity.
She spoke so convincingly it was hard to argue. Qing Yi bit his lip.
It couldn’t be… that he was too lewd…
He couldn’t pursue this further. His ears reddened, and he dropped it.
“Anyway.” The Young Master nodded imperiously. “Anyway, you can’t mark anyone else with this seal. Be careful, or someone might cling to you. Got it?”
He alluded meaningfully, subtly stepping on the merfolk.
Unclear if the girl understood, Li Yin nodded as if placating the Little Peacock’s temper.
With his spiritual energy completely drained, now tidied up, he prepared to meditate and gather qi.
In a blink, the youth turned back into peacock form, curling up on the cushion.
Li Yin helped arrange his tail feathers neatly at his side, staying with him for the time being.
She petted the well-behaved Little Peacock now and then, chatting via transmission, keeping him company.
Only when he entered meditation did she quietly leave, securing the bamboo hut’s door.
The hut’s defensive array hummed normally. Li Yin checked it over before departing.
By now, dusk had fallen. The bright moon hung high; it was nighttime. Silver moonlight gradually blanketed the pond at the mountain’s base.
Li Yin hesitated for a moment.
She had another falling out with that Little Fish.