Chapter 350

Chapter 350: If It’s Playing, Let’s Play for Real

"I had no choice. Your room doesn’t even have a cleansing formation set up," You You casually explained. "Back at the Zhen Yan Sect, Yuan Papa installed dust-repelling formations in every room. Everything stayed clean without any effort—why bother with this hassle?"

The Demon God’s smirk froze, his brows knitting. "You keep bringing up that Yuan Qi guy?" Unwarranted anger surged through him. He sneered coldly, "Do you actually believe he could rescue you from the Demon Realm?"

"…" She hadn’t considered that.

"Stop dreaming." He cut her off, feigning insight. "Not only is his current power weaker than mine, but even if he tried…I’ve already sealed the Demon Realm. Unless he personally breaks Heaven’s Sacred Mountain’s seal to reopen the Demon Realm’s gates, no one—including Yuan Qi—can enter or leave without my permission!"

"Sealed the Demon Realm?" You You’s eyes brightened. Then why worry at all!

"It’s only temporary!" he snapped, reading her expression. "Yuan Qi values rules above all else. He’d never permit demon tribes to invade the Three Realms. So…abandon hope. No one’s coming."

"Good." The words slipped out. She preferred the seal intact anyway. As for returning? No immediate danger meant she could improvise.

"Are you so certain I won’t harm you?" Malicious intent darkened his eyes as he advanced.

You You retreated until the chair pressed against her back. "What are you doing?" His sudden proximity unnerved her.

"Taking back my stolen power," he hissed, Demonic Energy coiling around his fingers. "I planned to spare you longer, but you provoked me." Leaning closer, he muttered, "Since you’re eager to die…" His spellcasting fingers twitched, gaze intensifying—until his focus blurred. Then…

*Mwah.*

His lips met hers.

You You: "…"

Demon God: "…"

Again?

Stunned, he jerked back. Disbelief widened his eyes. He tried recasting the spell, but…

First kiss. Second. Third.

Each attempt collapsed into mouth-to-mouth contact. Confusion melted into dazed absorption.

It was…alarmingly pleasant.

You You finally slapped a hand over his relentless mouth. "Is molesting people part of your power retrieval ritual?"

"…" Crimson flooded his face. He stumbled backward. "Y-You…used charm magic again!"

"Charm magic?!" She glared. "You started this! Release me before spouting nonsense!"

"Never!" He tightened his grip.

"…"

"Think I’ll let you escape?" He buried his nose in her hair, half-convincing himself. "This changes nothing. I’ll still reclaim my power."

"Then do it." She rolled her eyes. "Hurry up, or you’re a coward."

"You—" Frustration choked him. Her indifference infuriated him—yet part of him longed to resume their earlier…activity.

"Feng Rong, let go."

"Feng Rong?!" He recoiled. "I’m the Demon Realm’s ruler!"

"My back hurts. Release me."

"No."

Muscles twitching, You You growled, "Let. Go. Now."

He hauled her closer, eyes locked on her lips. "Make me."

*Snap.*

Patience shattered. She channeled energy forward, shoving him away—then yanked his collar, dragging him toward the bedroom.

He toppled onto the bed, stunned. Before he could react, You You loomed above, stripping her outer robe.

"What—what are you—?!"

"Obvious, isn’t it?" She smirked, trailing fingers down his cheek. "With looks like yours, I’m not losing anything."

He gaped, paralyzed, as she ripped his belt off.

"Wait! STOP!" Demonic Energy flickered wildly as he thrashed. She pinned his wrists, tearing his robe open.

"Relax." She gripped his chin. "I’ll be gentle." Leaning down, she—

*Poof.*

Darkness swallowed him. She faceplanted into empty bedsheets, pink-tinged Demonic Energy dissipating around her.

You You sat up, adjusting her rumpled underrobe.

"Tch." She snorted. "Demon God? More like scaredy-cat. Feng Rong at least had the guts to climb into bed first."