The room was bathed in an amber twilight, illuminated by a blade of golden light cutting through the air from the half-open curtains. The scent of lavender clashed with the salty aroma of sweat, creating an intoxicating mist that made Fu Xuan's throat tighten. She was exactly as he had imagined: leaning against the dark wooden table, her fingers gripping the edge, her legs wrapped in pure white cotton socks as pristine as the hypocrisy she tried to uphold. Her bare cute feet swayed slightly, betraying the anxiety her flushed face of indignation attempted to hide.
"You've always worn these socks just to tease men, haven't you, Diviner-chan?" Daziel dragged his words like a knife coated in honey, kneeling before her with the slowness of a predator closing in on its prey. His fingers slid along the elastic edge of her right sock, brushing against the damp skin of her inner thigh. Fu Xuan shuddered, her nails digging into the wood.
"W-What nonsense!" she spat, turning her face away, but the tremor in her voice was as evident as the hardened peaks of her nipples beneath her dress. "This is just… part of the uniform!"
"Such a naughty little liar…" he chuckled low, pulling the sock down with his teeth, millimeter by millimeter, his eyes never leaving hers. The rough fabric against his lips, the sweet scent of her sweat… Daziel let out a guttural groan, his hands sliding to the soles of her feet. "Let's see how long this charade lasts."
Fu Xuan gasped as his thumbs pressed into the sensitive arches, a circular massage that made her toes curl.
"S-Stop… stop that…" Her voice faltered as he leaned forward, his wet tongue licking her Achilles tendon through the cotton. A strand of saliva connected his mouth to the sock, glistening under the light. "T-That's not hygienic…!"
"Quiet," he commanded, yanking off the left sock in one swift motion. The sound of the elastic snapping against her skin made her jump, her pink, damp toes now exposed to the cold air. Daziel didn't hesitate: he swallowed her big toe whole, his tongue curling around the base, his teeth lightly scraping.
"Haaaan…!" Fu Xuan arched her back, her hips lifting off the table involuntarily. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the moan, but it was too late. "Y-You… you pervert! How dare you…!"
"I dare much more," he whispered, nibbling her heel as his right hand slid up her trembling leg, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her thigh. "Want to kick me out? Then do it. Push me away," he challenged, spitting into his palm before rubbing it against the soaked entrance of her panties.
Fu Xuan let out a sound between a squeak and a moan, her eyes wide with fury and arousal.
"Y-You… have no shame?!" She tried to close her legs, but he kept them apart with his shoulders, his face now buried between her thighs. The first lick along her most intimate fold made her scream, her legs convulsing. "Nooo! That's… ah… forbidden…!"
"Mmmm~..."
Daziel laughed, his hot breath against her swollen clit.
"Forbidden is what you'll be screaming in ten minutes." And he dove in, his arms trapping her hips against the table.
…
In bed, Fu Xuan's thighs trembled like dragonfly wings, her socks now tied around her ankles like decorative shackles. Daziel lined himself up in missionary but didn't enter her—not yet. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen clit, making slow circles that had her literally drooling.
"S-Stop playing…!" she growled, her nails digging into his fists, thin trails of blood running down. "J-Just fuck me already, you… aaahn… you animal!"
"My adorable little diviner gives such good orders when she's desperate…" he whispered, pushing just the tip in, her ring of muscle contracting around his glans. Fu Xuan screamed, her socked feet kicking the air. "But who said I'd obey?"
The penetration was a delicious agony: he sank in an inch, stopped, rolled his hips, grinding his pulsating veins against her walls. Fu Xuan bit her lip until it nearly bled, tears streaming onto the pillow.
"Damn… sadist… aaai… ♡♡!" Each syllable was cut short by a gasp, her body betraying her as it clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper.
"So tight…" Daziel growled, finally giving in and burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. The impact made the bed hit the wall, and Fu Xuan clung to him like a castaway, her screams muffled against his neck.
"AaaaaAAAaaahh~..."
...
By the third round, he had her on all fours, her buttocks marked by his handprints in the shape of crescent moons. A finger, slick with his own saliva, circled her virgin ring, and Fu Xuan froze.
"Wait… T-That's not…!" She tried to crawl forward, but he pulled her back by the hips, his chest pressed against her back.
"Relax…" he whispered, biting her ear as the finger sank in to the second knuckle. "You're already so open here in front…" He massaged her prostate through the rectal wall, and she howled, her body collapsing onto the sheets. "Hm… Even here you get wet?"
"I'll bite you…!" Fu Xuan cried, but the protest turned into a hoarse moan as he replaced the finger with the head of his cock, pressing relentlessly. "Nooo… ah… Daziel…!"
He laughed, a wild laugh, and sank in all at once.
"Scream," he ordered, his hands gripping her waist to pull her against each thrust. "Scream until your throat is raw."
And she obeyed.
...
At the climax, Fu Xuan was on top, her socks soaked with fluids and clinging to her skin. Daziel held her by the hips, forcing her to ride him in a chaotic rhythm, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"M-More…! Please…!" she begged, tears streaming freely, her tsundere persona disintegrating into ashes.
He obliged, flipping their positions with a growl, his lips devouring hers in a kiss that felt more like a declaration of war. When they exploded together, it was with a muffled roar and a name screamed—not an insult, but a mantra:
"Daziel…! Daziel…!"
...
At dawn, he held her, his fingers playing with the torn socks. Fu Xuan, her face buried in his chest, murmured:
"This… doesn't mean anything."
Daziel smiled, savoring the lie.
"Of course not," he lied back, stroking the bite mark on her neck.
And as the sun rose, illuminating the scratches on his back and the whispers she let slip in her sleep, he knew: the first round was his. But the war… ah, the war had only just begun.
…
"Ding!"
A notification flashed before Daziel's eyes:
[Target Character: Fu Xuan. Corruption Value Increased by 10%.]
[Current Corruption Value: 50%.]
[Mission Completed: "Premonition of Misfortune." Reward has been delivered. Please check.]
[Premonition of Misfortune: The ability to foresee impending dangers and avoid misfortune.]
[Please continue your efforts, Host. Remember, your actions are saving the world!]
A long while later, the storm clouds parted, and the rain ceased.
Fu Xuan nestled in Daziel's embrace, his hoodie draped over her, concealing her elegant form. A faint blush still lingered on her cheeks, but her eyes held a newfound sense of contentment and peace.
Daziel gently stroked Fu Xuan's back, feeling the delicate smoothness of her skin through the fabric.
"Thank you..." Fu Xuan whispered, her voice soft and tinged with exhaustion.
"It's nothing," Daziel replied softly, a hint of sincerity in his tone. "I didn't exactly suffer a loss either..."
"...!"
Fu Xuan, hearing this, was instantly speechless with a surge of indignation. This infuriating man, acting so smug after taking advantage! But looking into Daziel's seemingly innocent eyes, she felt it wasn't quite right to scold him too harshly.
"Hmph. If I hadn't been tainted by something foul, this Seat wouldn't have..."
Moonlight streamed through the latticed window, casting a faint silver glow across the Divination Matrix, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal light. Fu Xuan, her face still flushed, slightly averted her gaze, yet she remained close, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and feeling the warmth radiating from his body. A strange, unfamiliar sensation welled up within her.
"And just what are your hands doing...?"
Fu Xuan suddenly realized something else, her voice rising in a mixture of shame and indignation as she pointed an accusing finger at Daziel's wandering hand.
"Huh?"
Daziel was taken aback. He lowered his head and saw his hand gently cradling Fu Xuan's small, silk-clad foot. The Master Diviner's socks were semi-transparent white silk, clearly outlining her delicate, rounded toes, making them appear even more exquisite and adorable.
"They're very cute," Daziel said with a smile, unable to resist giving her toes a gentle squeeze.
"...!"
Fu Xuan's face turned crimson. She quickly retracted her foot. "This Seat reminds you, this matter is over! I am grateful to you, but... don't think you can take a mile when given an inch, you...you rascal!"
Daziel chuckled. "It can't be helped. The Master Diviner's feet... the feel is simply too exquisite. Besides, I've been playing with them for quite a while now, and you're only just saying something now..."
Fu Xuan was a whirlwind of embarrassment and annoyance, yet utterly helpless. She coughed lightly, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Ahem... well... I just saw a vision of certain death in your future!"
Daziel's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of grave concern. "Certain death? What do you mean?"
Fu Xuan took a deep breath, speaking slowly and deliberately. "The divination shows: a former Sword Champion, fallen to Mara, will trigger the calamity of the lunar tide. When the seventh moon is reflected in their eyes, the Xianzhou Loufu... will be turned into a frozen wasteland..."
Daziel's brow furrowed deeply as he fell into thought. "Wait, a former Sword Champion fallen to Mara... the moon... a frozen wasteland? Are we talking about Jingliu?!"
Fu Xuan nodded. "Who else could it be?"
"..."
Daziel was somewhat incredulous. "Jingliu isn't that powerful, is she? Turning the Xianzhou Loufu into a frozen wasteland... that's beyond what ordinary Aeon Emissaries are capable of..."
Fu Xuan shook her head. "People grow, and the future is not fixed. This Seat can sense that the future Jingliu holds no ill will towards me. She even told me to find you... find you..."
She trailed off, a hint of reluctance coloring her expression.
"Find me? To do what?" Daziel pressed.
Fu Xuan turned her head away, her voice barely a whisper. "What else could it be? It's about that! I was tainted by something foul, and she reminded me... that doing that sort of thing can purify those impurities away."
"In short, since I saw Jingliu in your future, it means she's the key to this disaster. Perhaps you need to find her to get the answers..."
Daziel was even more perplexed. "Wait, whether the Divination Matrix is even functioning properly is still in question. Master Diviner, how are you so certain that the future you saw is accurate?"
"Hmph, such ignorance!" Fu Xuan declared confidently. "This Seat has operated the Divination Matrix for many years. I know when it's functioning normally. At the very least, at the moment I saw that future, I guarantee the Divination Matrix had no issues."
Daziel was silent for a moment. "Even if the future is correct, you know how terrifying Jingliu's strength is, and the Mara could flare up at any time. If I go looking for her and she attacks me, what am I supposed to do? She might not even believe this outlandish story."
Daziel was well aware of his own limitations in combat. The gap between him and Jingliu was like the difference between the clouds and the mud. Although he possessed the Fire Starter Stick, which was particularly effective against Ice-attribute characters and women, he still needed to be able to hit Jingliu to use it. If he attacked rashly, he probably wouldn't even get past her surrounding sword aura. In a normal fight, Daziel couldn't even beat Yanqing. With the Fire Starter Stick, he could slightly surpass Yanqing. But against Jingliu, who was countless times stronger than Yanqing, he was no match, no matter what.
Fu Xuan looked at Daziel's tightly furrowed brow, seemingly seeing through his anxieties.
"I know what you're worried about. Jingliu's strength... is extraordinary. But rest assured, I will assist you. This matter concerns the future of the Xianzhou Loufu. This Seat must handle it with the utmost caution, without the slightest carelessness."
Hearing this, Daziel asked, "Jingliu is still a wanted criminal of the Xianzhou. And this matter is of paramount importance. Shouldn't you report this to General Jing Yuan and let him decide? After all... he is the General. Such a major event..."
Fu Xuan pondered for a moment, nodding gently, then shaking her head.
"As the Master Diviner of the Loufu, how could I not report a divination result with such far-reaching consequences? It's just... in that glimpse of the future, I saw countless arrows of the Lord Ravager shattered... and..."
This was too unbelievable, and Jingliu was also the General's former mentor. The General might not have any good solutions either. She was worried...
She trailed off, seemingly harboring unspoken concerns.
Daziel looked at Fu Xuan and gently took her hand, offering comfort. "The General has always been unerring in his calculations. At a time like this, we should trust his judgment. Perhaps he will have a solution."
Fu Xuan felt the warmth of Daziel's hand, and her heart calmed slightly. She nodded gently. "Yes... that's all we can do. Faced with such a thorny issue, I am, admittedly, still somewhat inexperienced."
Suddenly, Fu Xuan seemed to remember something, her brows furrowing slightly again. "Oh, and in that glimpse of the future, I also saw a new Trailblaze Path Manifestation, one... that doesn't belong to any existing Aeon of Trailblaze, Calamity, or Heavenly Fates."
"It appeared on both me and Jingliu. But what's even stranger is that in that future timeline, I didn't perceive the birth of a new Aeon..."
"If this Trailblaze Path Manifestation doesn't belong to any Aeon, then how was it born?"
She raised her head, looking at Daziel, her eyes filled with doubt and confusion.
Daziel also frowned. He pondered, "The birth of an Aeon isn't so simple. There would always be many omens. Could it be... you misread it?"
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.
Fu Xuan shook her head, her tone firm. "I... hope so. I hope... it was just my misperception."
She paused, seemingly unwilling to dwell further on this elusive question. Fu Xuan gently pushed Daziel. "Alright, get up now. How long do you intend to lie here with me? Such a significant event has occurred; we have much to do. This Seat... we need to act swiftly."
Hearing this, Daziel finally reacted, realizing he was still embracing Fu Xuan. He quickly got up, picked up the hoodie draped over her, and put it back on.
He pointed at the Divination Matrix. "How is the Divination Matrix now... can it still be used?"
Fu Xuan also slowly got up, put on her clothes, and tidied herself. She walked to the Divination Matrix, carefully inspected the matrix base, and then nodded.
"Thanks to you, those foul substances and the materials affecting the star chart clashed, offsetting each other considerably. Although the star chart still has anomalies, it can be used now. It's just that the results may occasionally have some deviations..."
After speaking, Fu Xuan sighed, her words revealing a sense of helplessness. "What that unknown divination master you encountered said is true. This matter truly depends on you. It seems this person's skill in divination surpasses even my own."
"This... that divination master should indeed be quite powerful," Daziel said, scratching his head awkwardly. He knew there was no divination master; his coming to find Fu Xuan was all guided by the system.
Daziel glanced around, then changed the subject. "It's good that the matter is resolved. Then... I shall take my leave. Master Diviner, contact me through the Jade Abacus if anything arises."
Fu Xuan looked at Daziel, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, remained silent. After a few seconds, she nodded gently, turning her flushed face away, and said, word by word:
"Then—I shall not see you off! You—foot-playing—perverted lecher!"
Daziel couldn't help but chuckle at this, but he didn't retort. He turned and walked down the steps, his steps light, his mood considerably lifted.
Passing by Qingque's workstation, Daziel subconsciously glanced over. He saw Qingque sitting there, eyes vacant, gaze dull, mechanically and stiffly going through the motions of working. The pen in her hand kept writing and calculating, but what she wrote was illogical, completely incomprehensible. If this were handed in, it would undoubtedly result in another severe scolding from the Master Diviner.
Seeing this scene, Daziel's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
"Crap, are the side effects of the Fire Starter Stick that significant? I just wanted to teach Qingque a lesson, to make her a little more obedient. I didn't expect... to go this far. She doesn't look like she's at 50% corruption value now..."
He had originally thought the Fire Starter Stick would only cause feelings of stimulation and shame. He hadn't anticipated such a serious impact on one's spirit. Daziel looked at this dramatic scene, his heart filled with a mixture of feelings.
Qingque noticed Daziel at this moment, and in her originally dull eyes, a light suddenly flickered. Heart shapes even appeared. She stumbled from her workstation, almost tumbling and crawling towards Daziel.
Qingque, like Fu Xuan, was petite, and this pounce brought her directly into Daziel's arms.
"Daziel! Where... where are you going?" Qingque hugged Daziel tightly, her tone slightly excited, her voice soft and gushy. "Can you take me with you? This work is so boring! When I was working just now, my mind was full of that..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but Daziel knew what she was referring to. The intense stimulation brought by the Fire Starter Stick had clearly been deeply imprinted in Qingque's mind.
Daziel felt somewhat awkward. He gently patted Qingque's head, trying to soothe her, speaking softly. "Qingque, didn't you promise me? You're going to help the Master Diviner work overtime for seven days without pay. You can't go back on your word."
Hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Qingque's eyes, but she still obediently nodded, releasing her hold on Daziel, her voice somewhat subdued. "Okay... okay then."
Daziel looked at Qingque's dejected appearance, feeling a pang of sympathy. He thought for a moment, then added, "How about this, Qingque? Next time we meet, besides that thing, we can also play mahjong together. I promise you."
Qingque's eyes instantly brightened again, excitement returning to her face. "That's a deal then! Not gambling for money, just gambling for... gambling for the number of times of that thing!"
Daziel's mouth twitched. This girl, how come her mind is filled with these things now? And the result of this gamble, no matter what, it's always him who suffers, right?
However, looking at Qingque's expectant eyes, Daziel still nodded, agreeing. "Okay, it's a deal."
"Yay! Now I feel like work suddenly has hope!" Qingque cheered, bouncing and skipping back to her workstation, completely different from her previous lifeless demeanor.
Daziel rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. The power of this Fire Starter Stick, really is... beyond comprehension.
He composed himself and said to Qingque, "Qingque, then I'll be going now. You work hard."
"Mm-hmm! Bye-bye!" Qingque waved her hand without even looking up, her attention already completely back on her work. It's just that her furiously writing figure, no matter how you looked at it, exuded a kind of... well, a kind of enthusiastic vigor.
Daziel shook his head, turning and leaving the Divination Commission.
...
He casually bought some food to fill his stomach. Walking along the Starcruiser Sky-Bridge, Daziel's mood gradually calmed. He recalled everything that had just happened: Fu Xuan's anxieties, Jingliu in that glimpse of the future, and that Trailblaze Path Manifestation that didn't belong to any existing Aeon... All of this made him feel a sense of inexplicable pressure.
"System, are these things in the Divination Matrix related to the Reverse Dream Memetics that are now spreading throughout the universe...?" Daziel muttered to himself in his heart.
[Master, I cannot answer questions about other matters. I can only tell you that, in this world, there is no power that can create an Aeon out of thin air. Therefore, rest assured, you will not face an unknown Aeon from the original story.]
"Is that so...?" Daziel didn't know if the system's reply was true or false. He simply looked up at the sky.
The sky of the Loufu was always so peaceful and beautiful. Occasionally, starcruisers flew by, and moonlight streamed through the clouds, casting dappled shadows that danced across Daziel's face, bringing him a sense of tranquility. Compared to the snow-white landscape of Belobog, he preferred the design of the Xianzhou Loufu. Many elements originated from the old dynasties before his transmigration, giving Daziel a feeling of familiarity.
"No matter what, I have to try my best. To restore this world to normal, and also for... myself." Daziel clenched his fist, his eyes filled with determination.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and headed towards the Inn.
He went straight to the bedside, throwing his body heavily onto the soft bedding and letting out a long sigh of relief.
Daziel returned to the Inn, pushed open the door. A familiar, faint scent of sandalwood wafted in.
He went straight and threw himself heavily onto the bed.
"Phew... today was really... no, I need to rest first, properly."
Daziel rolled over, pulling the quilt over his head, trying to isolate himself from the outside world and drift off to sleep.
However, just as he was about to fall asleep, the door suddenly creaked open.
Daziel abruptly opened his eyes, sitting up in bed and vigilantly looking towards the doorway.
He saw a petite figure standing there. Borrowing the faint light spilling in from the corridor, Daziel recognized the person—it was Sushang!
Sushang was wearing a thin nightgown, her hair slightly disheveled, a flush of excitement on her face. Her large eyes sparkled, as if she had discovered a fully charged purple mood.
"Master! You're finally back!" Sushang called out cheerfully, her voice brimming with joy.
"Wait, why are you still here?"
Daziel, surprised, asked with a confused frown, "It's incredibly late. Shouldn't you be heading back to your own residence to rest?"
Sushang didn't answer Daziel directly. Instead, she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a deliberate click. As she moved further into the room, she began to unfasten her nightgown, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons, betraying a hint of impatient eagerness.
"Master," she said, her voice soft and honeyed, with a touch of playful innocence, "how could a puppy ever leave its master's side?" She paused, perhaps tilting her head slightly. "You know, puppies are the most devoted creatures. Am I learning well?"
Daziel watched Sushang's actions, his mind reeling. The words seemed to hang in the air between them. He rubbed his temples, a wave of weariness washing over him. "Sushang," he began, his voice tinged with helplessness, "what... what are you doing?"
Ignoring his question, Sushang practically leaped onto the bed, diving under Daziel's quilt and wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace.
"Master, I'm here to sleep with you!" she declared, nuzzling into his arms like a clingy puppy seeking warmth.
Daziel stiffened, instantly aware of the warm, soft pressure of her body against his. The delicate scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. He froze, every muscle tense.
"Damn it..." he groaned inwardly. "Can't I get a moment's peace?" He thought, Even the protagonists of harem novels don't have it this rough! He felt like a piece of tempting meat, Tang Sanzang surrounded, ready to be devoured by a pack of hungry demons.
No, why are all these women acting like characters out of those cheesy 'cat-customer' romance novels, sticking to you the instant their 'corruption value' ticks up a notch? He thought with exasperation, Aren't there any untamed wild horses out there, any real challenge?
Oh, there were. And they were coming.
Little did Daziel know that the very next day, he would encounter the woman who, at that moment, possessed the most stubbornly resistant corruption value of them all.
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