Married the Second Generation Fox Demon with a Baby in a Flash Marriage - Chapter 10

Ye Xinyu had fallen under Hu Mengmeng’s Fox Clan survival skill: Charm.

Entrapped by illusions, her body lost every ounce of its strength. Her vision blurred, replaced by images of the most beautiful and enchanting things she could imagine.

Before her eyes appeared a little girl with fluffy ears and a large red tail nearly as long as her height. She wore denim overalls over a pink short-sleeved shirt. Her face was round and chubby, and her large, circular eyes were an amber-red—clear and bright like the finest rubies, shimmering with unshed tears. She tilted her head in a daze, looking incredibly soft, silly, and adorable.

“Little Fox!” Ye Xinyu cried out in delight, pulling the fluffy bundle into her arms.

This was a memory from Ye Xinyu’s childhood, one of her most precious treasures. Back then, she had found a little fox girl whose transformation was incomplete. Her fur was incredibly soft and comfortable, and her skin was as tender as a baby’s. She had fulfilled all of Ye Xinyu’s fantasies of having a plush pet and a living doll all at once.

Two nearby demons had targeted that weak cub, but Ye Xinyu—relying on the little demon-hunting skill she had learned—had driven them away. She had sustained a minor injury, but she didn’t care. Finding that little thing had made her so happy she wanted to hide her away and never let anyone know.

Because her father had been killed by a Great Demon and her mother had vanished while hunting, her grandfather was exceptionally strict. She wasn’t allowed toys or pets; her grandfather said they were a waste of time. She had to spend every waking second learning to hunt demons to find her mother and avenge her father.

Demons were strictly forbidden near their home. It was only because her grandfather was away on a commission that the restrictions at their temporary residence were lax enough for her to bring the little fox inside. Within the villa’s special wards, demons were forced to show their true nature, so the little fox remained in her half-human, half-beast state.

At first, the little fox wouldn’t stop crying. But after Ye Xinyu bathed her, dressed her in pretty clothes, and fed her, the little thing became overjoyed. She was so young she couldn’t speak clearly, calling Ye Xinyu “Sister” in a soft, milky voice. When she smiled, her eyes curved into crescents—the definition of “soft and cute.”

Ye Xinyu couldn’t help but kiss her; she smelled faintly of milk. She had even given the little fox the silver bell her mother had left for her future “contracted demon,” planning to raise the little thing to be her partner, even if she was just a crybaby with no real skills.

For two days, Ye Xinyu sent the nannies away to play with the little fox, eating and sleeping together. She racked her brain trying to figure out how to hide her from her grandfather, but he returned early. Their happy days lasted only forty-eight hours. She had to move the little red fox to a place just outside her grandfather’s perception range.

She never imagined that goodbye would be forever.

Finding her “Little Fox” again felt like a dream. Ye Xinyu held the fox-girl’s face, kissing her repeatedly, rubbing her cheek against the soft fur, touching the furry ears, and pulling the great tail into her arms to bury her face in it and inhale.

Hu Mengmeng’s perception was entirely different.

After releasing her survival skill, her mind went blank, leaving only a primal urge surging through her blood. As Ye Xinyu—immersed in the illusion—kissed and hugged her, touching her ears and tail, the two rolled across the ground in what looked like a massive “fox-petting” session.

The thin summer clothes offered no barrier. Combined with the effects of the Charm, something restless broke through its shackles.

Ye Xinyu felt a fire ignite in her chest, heating her blood. The little fox in her arms was no longer a small bundle; her body lengthened, the texture beneath her hands shifting from delicate to supple and elastic. The baby fat vanished, replaced by a face of bewitching, demonic beauty. Furry red ears, long crimson hair, and amber-red eyes—she looked like a grown-up version of that little fox.

If I could have a lover who looked like the little fox, that would be wonderful, Ye Xinyu thought.

Her gaze grew more clouded. The fire burned her skin. Without the control of her Taoist cultivation or her grandfather’s stern warnings echoing in her ears, she cast off all restraints. Desires she had never dared acknowledge rose within her.

In her fox state, Hu Mengmeng’s sensitivity to intimacy was far higher than in her human form. Ye Xinyu’s softness, her waist, her hip line—all were in the “golden ratio.” As if possessed, Hu Mengmeng traced those perfect lines. She pulled off Ye Xinyu’s mask and gasped at what she saw.

“A beauty that could topple nations,” Hu Mengmeng murmured, her eyes filled with doting obsession. She leaned down and kissed the breath out of the gasping Ye Xinyu.

Ye Xinyu didn’t resist. She wrapped her arms around Hu Mengmeng’s neck, and they melted into one another. To Hu Mengmeng, Ye Xinyu felt cool, soft, and smelled of a chilling fragrance; to Ye Xinyu, Hu Mengmeng felt warm, sweet, and tasted like honey. They both adored the taste of the other.

Suddenly, strange knowledge flooded Hu Mengmeng’s mind: techniques of intimacy, various positions, and the flow of spiritual energy.

“Secret Art of Dual Cultivation: The Ultimate Pleasure of the Mortal Realm.”

These things dissolved into Hu Mengmeng’s blood like instinct. Her movements took on the grace of these secret arts. Ye Xinyu’s dry skin broke into a sweat, becoming damp and burning hot as her kisses grew more fervent.

A sudden unfamiliar scent nearby made Hu Mengmeng frown, and Ye Xinyu’s movements paused.

“Let’s get out of here!” Hu Mengmeng picked Ye Xinyu up. Ye Xinyu was so weak she nearly slid to the ground, but Hu Mengmeng’s current physical state was peak; she carried her with ease.

When Hu Mengmeng’s lips pulled away, Ye Xinyu let out a dissatisfied hum, nipping at Hu Mengmeng’s neck and jaw. Hu Mengmeng nearly lost her footing, but with a few agile leaps, she reached the branch of a sycamore tree. She pressed Ye Xinyu against the trunk and reconnected their lips.

Hu Mengmeng loved “eating,” and even now, her nature remained unchanged. She sighed inwardly: This is the most delicious thing ever.

They continued to move, Hu Mengmeng’s ears twitching with impatience whenever she sensed humans or demons nearby. She leaped away, carrying her prize. Eventually, they left the campus and reached the back mountain, where Hu Mengmeng spotted a vacant villa and climbed over the wall.

In the darkness, a security camera turned its head. A red light blinked briefly before going silent. Hu Mengmeng didn’t notice. The villa wasn’t huge, but it was elegant, featuring a garden and a clear swimming pool.

By the poolside, they shed the clothes that separated them. Like fish out of water, they drew “oxygen” from each other’s lips. The fire was too great, incinerating all reason. They rolled from the poolside into the water, entangling like two sirens.

The tide, pulled by the high moon, surged and spread, staining everything damp and burning. Wave after wave of pleasure overflowed. Something began to flow from Ye Xinyu toward Hu Mengmeng, and Hu Mengmeng instinctively guided it, circulating it through their bodies.

It was as if she were immersed in an ocean of knowledge. With every drop she absorbed, her strength grew. Unbeknownst to her, her tail began to grow—from a third of her body length to longer than her entire frame. Then, it split—from one tail to two, then three. A fourth was beginning to sprout. The massive tails wrapped around the two of them like a cocoon, feeling warm and soft even in the water.

After a long time, the union reached its completion. Ye Xinyu fainted. Hu Mengmeng carried her out of the pool and laid her on a lounge chair. Hu Mengmeng’s temperature was still high, while Ye Xinyu returned to her natural cool state. Hu Mengmeng wrapped them both in her tails and fell into a deep sleep.

“Ding! The time is exactly 12:00 AM.”

The mechanical female voice was as piercing as if it were shouted into her ear. Hu Mengmeng jolted awake. Something was tightening around her neck. A soft, smooth body slid away from her, only to instinctively huddle back and hug her tight.

Hu Mengmeng’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her hand was resting on someone’s waist—a soft, resilient, and supple body that overwhelmed her senses.

“What have I done?! With that… that demon hunter…”

Memories flooded back, and Hu Mengmeng began to tremble violently.