Eleven: Sin
Fengjiu lay back in bed under a heap of pillows, contemplating the consequences of the sensual kiss that had occurred between her and the cold god.
Who would have thought that holding her waist and kissing her back had triggered such a response in her, and she would have felt desirous from his mere touch?
She was fearful. What if the cold and emotionless god just devoured her there and then? Was she going to die under his hands? Would she survive it all?
Every second of the kiss, and every single emotion she had felt yesterday while the kiss had happened had embedded itself deep in her heart and memory. While she was embarrassed by her newfound sensuality, she hoped that Dong Hua would not take notice of it in order to blame or make fun of her in the future.
She was lucky that he had gone out for a morning run at the park, and so she headed into the bathroom to wash up for the morning before the god got back and had a new task for her. As she scrubbed herself under the hot shower, her hand came into contact with the regions Dong Hua had touched when they had been in proximity with each other. First her waist, then he had unintentionally moved downwards, and thinking beyond that had been really exasperating.
Meanwhile, Dong Hua was running on the racing track at the stadium to clear his mind of the actualisation of what had happened yesterday. How had she come about to affect him with her sensuality? Furthermore, ninetailed foxes like her were known sensual creatures. And yet, he was the one who was impacted by her desire. For the past hundreds of thousands of years, he had enjoyed his solitude and privacy without anyone, apart from Lian Song and Si Ming, to intrude in his personal life. Some good idea indeed. Really, Si Ming? he muttered in his mind. Claiming that she was the best choice for the mission, and yet, she was the only person who had an actual effect on him as opposed to all the other women he had seen all his life who had yet to cause him to take a second look at them.
On the other hand, she had been so intriguing. Ever since he had met her in the mortal realm, rescued her from the vehicle and provoked him during the event, resulting in him having to save her from a stack of drinking glasses. And then of all places, she had to enter that dangerous pagoda, with the riskiest of ways? Perhaps if he had not overheard her silly plan while she was with Cheng Yu, it would have never happened. Allowing her into his arms, his palace and even his bed, which had yet to admit a woman? Really, this woman was altering him bit by bit, triggering his senses and her waves of sensuality was rubbing onto him. She was infectious. Now, he didn't want to end up like the henpecked Lian Song, and he didn't want to lose in their bet to whom would be the 'last man standing'. Obviously, Lian Song was a loser, but now he was going to lose as well? No way was he going to lose his status as Mr. 'Cold and Single', as dubbed by Si Ming, the ice block which had yet to be moved by a woman, he thought silently.
"Mr. Lai, fancy seeing you here," he heard a male voice greet. From the looks of it, it was another common mortal. "Ah, Mr. Pan."
As he jogged by in his sports mask, he was able to listen in clearly on the two mortals' conversation, only to know that the demon had planned, through the assistance of Lai, to host a big cultural exhibition party-like event with some slight drinking, to lure the unsuspecting mortals and in return, suck their souls. The part that was unique about this arrangement was how it concerned both male and female mortals to have ideally the perfect ratio of Yin and Yang, and for them to qualify as suitable candidates for the event, he would have to strike up their relationship by a notch. In other words, just a girlfriend wasn't convincing enough to Lai.
But how was he going to break the news of the next part of his plan to the little fox? Tell her first, deal with her emotional state later, Dong Hua, he told himself. The minute he strode into the room, he felt something was amiss. The door wasn't locked, and her bedroom door was slightly ajar. Had something happened to her? He opened her bedroom door fully to enter her bedroom, and beheld a sight before his eyes.
She was lazing in bed apparently after a bath, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy cotton towel that barely covered her petite body and left her cleavage exposed. The mere sight had made his heart race and fascinating him to approach her. Looking at her in that way had been torture to him, and he was suffering. Stop, he commanded himself, look away. But he couldn't, especially after how she had melted his icy cold heart. She was leading him by the reins now, and turning on his 'lust' button.
She was surprisingly, still sleeping even after he had solemnly entered the room, and at that point, he just wanted to sin again. He reminisced on the taste of her lips. How could a little fox, compared to all those sensual demons of the past and present, including the seductress Miao Luo, have such an effect on him? He was the Emperor of the Heavens, a figure that even Lian Song's father, the current Emperor Hao De, had to bow before in respect. To think he had lost a bet over the little fox..
He didn't care anymore. He wanted to taste again, a bite of that forbidden fruit. Maybe, it wasn't as bad as he thought to fall in love, after all? She was already driving him crazy, from the way she was sleeping, so provocatively, and so sensually. Just one kiss, he told himself, while she was asleep. As he was about to place his lips on hers, he didn't expect the unexpected. She turned around in her sleep, and he almost had a heart attack when her towel unfurled. His initiative was to pull the blanket over her body, but the whiteness of her bare arms and calves were just too alluring, that his heart was beating even faster. Nevertheless, he managed to cover her with the blanket.
She whined in her sleep, and he leaned in for a proper kiss. The warmth of her lips induced a stinging and electrifying sensation in him, turning the key in his ignition and arousing the sleeping beast in him. Apparently she felt the passion in his kisses, as she stirred and her eyes popped open slightly.
He thought she would end the kisses and that she was going to throw a tantrum about him stealing a few kisses when she was asleep, but instead, she pulled him to her dreamily and kissed him ardently. Her breaths were rapid and intense, and her kisses hungry and passionate, gradually turning into a deep and sensual moan as his palms came into contact unexpectedly with more of her. Her petite body was burning hot with passion, and he was doing his best to resist his urge and keep himself well contained. After all, he had been doing so well for the past hundreds of thousands of years, how could this little fox be his undoing?
She had to be thinking she was having a spring dream. She was making no move to push him off her, in fact she was egging him on to do more. He decided to stop before they went into a point of no return, and with his abrupt end to their kiss, she jolted up, now fully awake.
And now, he was going to be in deep trouble. My, she was fierce.
But instead of erupting at him, she smiled sweetly and asked, "Dijun, what are you doing in my room?"
He replied nonchalantly, "You left the door open." And she smiled back, "I recall I told you back in Heaven that you shouldn't be entering females' rooms unannounced." And then her eyes fell on her bare body, partially covered by the thin fleece blanket around her. Since she was a cub, Fengjiu had been kicking her blanket off her body as she slept, so even in the mortal realm, she had been sleeping in a thin blanket.
A shrill scream broke throughout the room. Dong Hua seriously didn't know whether to laugh or to be apologetic about how everything had stemmed from an innocent kiss to how it was that day. From that incident Dong Hua learnt, to let sleeping foxes lie. It was a week before she would finally talk to him again, and it had taken him umpteen times until he finally persuaded her with promises of a series of sumptuous desserts and delicacies from all over the world.
And so the date came for the actual event, where they had to put on a deception before everyone where they were an actual couple, and behaved like one, not dating.
Fengjiu sighed. How could she have fallen into that cold god's trap? First, she had really thought it was a sensual dream that had been constantly reoccurring in her sleep ever since the wild kiss in the dark alley. As she hadn't been in love before, she didn't know what it meant, but deep in her heart she had been feeling comfortable with his presence, and his sexy presence had been just as enticing to her as she had been to him. But the fact was that he was indeed so aggravating and at times, so crude. If he was not the emperor of the heavens, she would have knocked him out with all her strength using a pillow. What bothered her had been how he appeared to have a hold over her composure and it was him, who would often cause her to fret over small issues, in particular the time he had almost seen all of her, bare and exposed. She couldn't wait till the god met his match, and then she would be free, once she completed her part in the mission. It would be happy ever after for everyone.
The host had given Dong Hua a heads up that a series of wild games would make part of the theme, and it was intended to boost relationships for very serious couples. Of course, he had been adequately convincing to the host that he was at the point of proposing marriage to his Jiu'er, and that they were absolutely conducive to such games.