Married the Second Generation Fox Demon with a Baby in a Flash Marriage - Chapter 48

Forming a Master-Servant contract with Ye Xinyu was the best solution Hu Mengmeng could think of at the moment.

When she lost control, her consciousness became a chaotic void where only primal instinct remained. She remembered that bone-chilling coldness; it was terrifying. Even before entering her estrus period, her state while killing demons had exceeded her own understanding—her methods were brutally cruel. Her heart had turned indifferent, and her killing intent was overwhelming.

Now that she had entered this period, her frantic thoughts regarding Ye Xinyu were so intense she truly feared she wouldn’t be able to control herself and might end up hurting her.

Ye Xinyu, however, was always clear-headed. If she formed a Master-Servant contract with Ye Xinyu, Ye Xinyu could control her at any moment.

This was the very contract Hu Mengmeng had once detested the most—the one she swore she would rather die than sign. Once a Master-Servant contract is formed, the Master decides the life and death of the Servant. If the Master dies, the Servant dies. If the Servant dies, the Master only suffers some mental trauma; after recovering, they can continue to form contracts with other demons.

Hu Mengmeng had thought about it all night. She thought about everything that had happened since she met Ye Xinyu. She remembered their childhood, Ye Xinyu’s kindness, and how Ye Xinyu had called out to her and told her to “continue” when she was about to run away because she couldn’t control herself. She remembered Ye Xinyu saying she would help her through her estrus period.

As Huo Zhilan had said, Ye Xinyu was enduring the hardships of pregnancy—and that was a child belonging to both of them. There was so little she could do. In the past, she had harbored various suspicions and a lack of trust toward Ye Xinyu. Now, she only wanted to protect her properly.

Ye Xinyu was so good; even if she became her Master-Servant demon, Ye Xinyu would never hurt her. This was her trust in Ye Xinyu, and a sublimation of her feelings for her.

“I know I have many flaws. I will work hard to correct them. Sister, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to protect you!” Hu Mengmeng looked at Ye Xinyu, her eyes sincere.

“Are you certain?” Ye Xinyu asked, her own eyes trembling slightly.

“I’m certain. Sister, once the contract is formed, it will be easier for us to stay connected. If I do anything wrong, you can stop me at any time,” Hu Mengmeng said.

“Fine. We’ll do it now. Give me the bell from your neck. Unseal your bloodline; a contract cannot be formed with simple human blood,” Ye Xinyu said.

“Sister, if I break the seal now, I might be a little different than before. The sealed bloodline has been restless. I’m afraid the suppression medicine won’t last four or five days,” Hu Mengmeng said, looking at her.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m prepared,” Ye Xinyu replied.

“Will forming the contract cost you too much energy? Will it affect your body?” Hu Mengmeng didn’t say more after hearing Ye Xinyu was prepared. She removed the bell from her neck and handed it over.

“It won’t,” Ye Xinyu said.

Ye Xinyu took the bells. One already had half of a contract seal formed on it, while the other was blank. She took the one with the half-seal and performed a hand seal, striking it into the bell.

Hu Mengmeng didn’t fully understand the process. As she watched Ye Xinyu perform the seals, she released her bloodline, transforming into her hybrid demon form. The fox bloodline, which had been suppressed for so long, made Hu Mengmeng feel as if she were burning up. Her body instantly became hot.

Compared to before, it was as if her colors had deepened by several shades. Her gaze toward Ye Xinyu became one of blatant admiration and desire. The shyness that had previously kept her from looking Ye Xinyu in the eye vanished; now, her gaze swept over Ye Xinyu without any reservation.

Ye Xinyu’s skin was incredibly fair—not a sickly pallor, but a lustrous white, though it lacked a bit of rosy color. The most delicate part of her face was her lips; they were somewhat thin, and the corners turned slightly downward, giving her an air of self-restraint and abstinence. Her best feature was her eyes—the arc was beautiful, the lashes were curled and thick, and her pupils were dark and bright, currently filled with cold, focused seriousness.

Ye Xinyu wore loose loungewear made of comfortable linen. Two buttons at the mandarin collar were open, making her fair neck and collarbones appear strikingly translucent against the color of the fabric. As her hands moved, her slender waistline was occasionally glimpsed.

Every tiny detail seemed to explode in Hu Mengmeng’s eyes—vivid, alluring in color, scent, and shape… She wanted to possess every single part of her and savor it slowly.

Ye Xinyu didn’t look at Hu Mengmeng, concentrating entirely on the seal. Soon, the bell became somewhat transparent, surrounded by golden lines. Ye Xinyu pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the bell. The blood flowed along the golden lines, staining half of the bell red.

“Drip your blood!” Ye Xinyu said to Hu Mengmeng.

Hu Mengmeng didn’t drip her blood immediately. Instead, she stepped up to Ye Xinyu, scooped her up, and pressed her hands against her supple waist.

“Sister, I feel like I can’t control myself…” Hu Mengmeng whispered into Ye Xinyu’s ear. She gave the earlobe a light bite, causing Ye Xinyu to gasp. Her ear turned red from the base to the tip.

“Sister, you’re so cute when you’re shy,” Hu Mengmeng said. She pulled back slightly to look at Ye Xinyu’s face.

Ye Xinyu looked at the Hu Mengmeng before her—she was the standard image of a kingdom-toppling temptress. Every feature radiated a seductive charm. Hu Mengmeng’s tongue flicked out to moisten her red lips, and her gaze was fixated on her. She was a world apart from the shy girl-next-door.

To be honest, Ye Xinyu found this version of Hu Mengmeng a bit hard to take. But this was also a part of Hu Mengmeng, just as her state during estrus was a part of her.

When Hu Mengmeng had proposed the Master-Servant contract, she was in human form. Ye Xinyu already had some understanding of her various forms; she knew that in human form, Hu Mengmeng was a simple, pure, shy, and constrained child. Having Hu Mengmeng unseal her bloodline to form the contract now, Ye Xinyu felt the chance of her agreeing was slim. She hadn’t harbored much hope.

Her feelings for Hu Mengmeng were complex—there was her long-standing fixation on demons, her defensive instinct to protect herself, but also her genuine liking for Hu Mengmeng and her being moved by the girl’s actions. Their relationship was not just a simple one of hunter and demon.

A Master-Servant contract was too extreme. Ye Xinyu didn’t want the two of them to be bound together by such a contract, which would fundamentally change the nature of their relationship. Hu Mengmeng was still young and might not understand; in this world, even blood relatives can turn against each other, let alone two people whose relationship is built on the intangible foundation of emotions—even marriage can end in divorce. Everything changes.

The bell Ye Xinyu had prepared with a half-seal was actually for an Equal Contract. Now that she had finished it, it remained an Equal Contract. If Hu Mengmeng signed it, they would be equals, and they could terminate it at any time with a certain price. If Hu Mengmeng didn’t want to sign, she wouldn’t force her.

“It’s not too late for you to regret this. Let go, don’t make me force you,” Ye Xinyu said, looking at Hu Mengmeng calmly.

Hu Mengmeng didn’t speak. She simply cupped Ye Xinyu’s face in both hands and slowly leaned in until their breaths were entangled, each inhaling the air the other exhaled.

Ye Xinyu appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was in a turmoil. This child—when her bloodline switched, it was like she became a different person.

Hu Mengmeng’s lips were less than a centimeter away from Ye Xinyu’s. She moved slowly from Ye Xinyu’s chin to the corner of her mouth, giving it a light kiss, then moved to the tip of her nose for another soft kiss. She continued moving slowly, tending to Ye Xinyu’s entire face, covering it with evenly distributed kisses. Only then did she stop and look at Ye Xinyu.

With every kiss, Ye Xinyu’s tension grew. By now, her body had gone stiff. In terms of intimate teasing, Ye Xinyu was no match for Hu Mengmeng, who possessed both ancestral memories and natural instincts. Ye Xinyu’s maturity and composure were just a facade; she was reaching her breaking point.

“Hu Mengmeng… if you don’t want to sign, then don’t. Regarding your estrus period, I…” Ye Xinyu tried to keep her voice steady, but her words were swallowed.

Hu Mengmeng tilted her head and kissed Ye Xinyu’s lips. Her lips were enveloped, and between her teeth, a warm, soft tongue began to roam, bringing its own flavor and taking away Ye Xinyu’s. Ye Xinyu wanted to lean back, but Hu Mengmeng’s palms were braced against her cheeks, her fingers locking onto the back of her head, pulling her closer instead until there was no space between them.

The dense, lingering kiss entangled their breaths and scents, and the temperature gradually rose. Ye Xinyu was like a piece of pre-packaged ice cream that Hu Mengmeng had proactively unwrapped—cool and sweet. At first, she was hard and cold, unmoved, but she ultimately couldn’t withstand the transfer of Hu Mengmeng’s warmth. She began to melt, her cool sweetness turning into a soft, warm sweetness.

Ice and snow turned to water, flowing like a river through a deep valley, soaking the green grass.

When Hu Mengmeng finally pulled away, she supported Ye Xinyu’s waist to prevent her from collapsing. She looked up at her. The corners of Ye Xinyu’s eyes were red, and her cheeks were flushed like she had applied rouge. Her dark eyes, which usually looked cold and distant, were now shimmering with moisture, making her look much more delicate.

“Hu Mengmeng!” Ye Xinyu let out a low, annoyed cry. Hu Mengmeng leaned in and kissed her again. Ye Xinyu tried to push her away, but she saw Hu Mengmeng raise a hand, using the nail of one finger to prick the tip of another. A drop of blood flew out and landed on the bell that was still suspended in the air, waiting for the completion of the contract. The other half of the golden pattern on the bell immediately turned red.

“Sister, that was the last time I’ll ever disobey you. The last time I’ll make you angry,” Hu Mengmeng whispered into Ye Xinyu’s ear as she dripped the blood.

Ye Xinyu froze, her embarrassment and irritation fading away. Hu Mengmeng, in her unsealed bloodline state, had formed a contract with her—the Master-Servant contract she thought she was signing!

Their blood flowed along different paths within the golden patterns on the bell, finally merging together and linking their imprints. Simultaneously, Hu Mengmeng felt as if something new had entered her mind, the other end of which was connected to Ye Xinyu.

Hu Mengmeng had only heard stories about contracts; she had never signed one with anyone before and had no experience. This feeling of connection was wonderful, like a telepathic bond. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Ye Xinyu’s position. She could even sense a trace of Ye Xinyu’s emotions.

“Sister, it’s finished!” Hu Mengmeng looked at Ye Xinyu and smiled.

“If a Master-Servant contract is formed, then from now on, your life and death depend on my single thought,” Ye Xinyu said, her gaze deep. She could feel that Hu Mengmeng had no resistance at all when forming the contract; it had been achieved smoothly.

“Sister is so good, how could she bear to let me die? Sister, don’t talk about that. You promised to help me—I wasn’t joking earlier. These past few days have been very hard for me. The bloodline can’t be suppressed; I’ve layered one formation after another… and now, I really want to…” Hu Mengmeng spoke to Ye Xinyu in a light, slightly aggrieved tone. Before she could finish, she felt her head being held, and soft lips were pressed against hers.

Ye Xinyu had taken the initiative to kiss her!