[Vol. 1] Chapter 18 - A Steamy Dream
Xiaolan's breathing turned ragged and heavy. Too hot. It's too hot!
She scrambled out of the warm water, clumsy as a fish leaping from a boiling pot. Slipping on the wet floor, she landed with a heavy thud, groaning as the impact jolted through her.
Everything is too hot. Is this why I felt so uncomfortable and feverish while descending the mountain? Did those Alpha pheromones affect me?
Whatever the reason, she couldn't think anymore. It hurts. Desperate, she crawled toward the door.
Her hand fumbled for the doorknob. She was no longer kneeling but still disoriented. Though her body held a physical advantage, toned with muscle… she felt utterly weak.
Click.
The door opened. Xiaolan couldn't tell if she'd turned the knob herself or if someone else had, but the rush of cooler air eased her burning nerves.
The stifling heat of the bathroom flowed out into the room.
"You?" The voice was cutting and cold.
Looking up at the speaker, Xiaolan could barely piece the figure together through her blurry vision. Sleek, long black hair, its ends fading to white. Clothes as black as a Shadow Guard's uniform… huh?
The weight of a 30,000 jin pressure crushed down on her back, slamming her face-first onto the floor.
The heavy scent of Alpha pheromones assailed her senses, followed by a lazy, cold laugh from the Shadow Guard. From the sound of that laugh and voice, it was unmistakably enigmatic...
"Ngh!" Xiaolan grunted, drool dripping from her lips as she writhed on the ground.
"So you'd have a day like this, hmm? You've differentiated" A woman's cold voice cut through the fog in Xiaolan's scrambled mind.
The pressure arrived swiftly and receded just as fast, pulling back like a tide. Weakly, Xiaolan managed to look up at the speaker.
Her vision was no longer blurred. The figure before her was extremely… attractive. Exactly her type.
Elegant, cold, and clothed in the distinct style of the Shadow Guards—a uniform designed to symbolize responsibility, vigilant alertness, and reliability.
Yet, on her, it didn't seem contradictory to her lazy, utterly controlled demeanor.
Xiaolan's mind was muddled. Immediately, she felt a weight on her shoulder, a physical, pressing force. Looking over… it was a heel, planted firmly, forcing her to lean back even further.
The woman's hair had now fully turned white. It was none other than Feng Yue. Her red eyes had narrowed into slits, fixed intently on Xiaolan's prone figure.
Xiaolan's own body was exposed...the pale expanse of skin, the subtle lines of muscle leading down to the "garden" nestled between the original owner's deluxe-model legs, currently occupied by a very confused and overwhelmed intern.
Feng Yue's lips curled up, not because of the explicit sight of Xiaolan's body, but...
(Ah? AHHH! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!)
Muddled though she was, Xiaolan still had her limits, her own sense of shame. All she felt was indignation. She spluttered, the words coming out as, "F..fuck me..."
(Aaahh! No that's not what I meant! I meant fuck this! Fuck that! Aaahh!)
Feng Yue remained quiet, but her silence was utterly deafening. Her gaze stayed fixed, zeroed in on Xiaolan, wondering what other rich thoughts she might be having.
A fine sheen of sweat coated Xiaolan's torso, catching the light on the subtle ridges of muscle that now served no purpose.
Xiaolan's fiery gaze traveled from the thin waist, to the heroic attire, the veiny hands, the broad shoulders, and finally up to the now fully white hair. A strand of drool escaped...
Feng Yue arched one brow, her lips twitching. Being able to hear minds was a novel thing. Amusing, even.
But this one's gaze was too—
"Disgusting," she uttered coldly, and efficiently chopped the side of Xiaolan's neck with a wisp of black qi, sending her collapsing flat on the ground.
Feng Yue's figure began to shift, diminishing from its tall, heroic build to a height matching Xiaolan's. She sighed. "The elixir still needs improvement, after all…"
Her slitted eyes softened, rounding into a gentle almond shape. A charming, delicate face emerged—one that could play either the aggressor or the passive beauty.
It was flawless and breathtaking, yet her expression remained inscrutable, creating a stark contrast. Her sharp gaze fell upon the sleeping figure.
With a dismissive snort and a flick of her fingers, Xiaolan's heavy body lifted and was flung carelessly out of the bathroom and onto the bed.
Massaging her furrowed brows, she quickly thought of a solution. She took out an incense stick, with a flicker of fire at the tip of her index finger. She let the smoke waft through the room, sinking Xiaolan into a dream.
A glint flickered in her eyes. "Why not?"
After all, this Dream Incense was still in the development stage. If used, it would allow the person to sink into the dream they desired
—one the user could not control.
***
Xiaolan dreamed. A wonderful dream.
Rustle, clothes rubbing against each other. Xiaolan slowly opened her eyes to see a charming woman with silver long hair on top of her
Gulp. Hm?
Her eyes focused and traveled from those mountain peaks down to the visible abdominal muscle lines and v-lines.
Her gaze followed the faint blue veins that spidered from her navel, trailing down towards the waistband of her pants.
"Had a good look?" The enigmatic voice called out followed with a gentle thrust of the hips and sway, hypnotically swinging it like a pendulum.
Oh my god.
Xiaolan's face heated up deep red as if blood could spill out from her very face. Too stimulating!
Drip, drip.
She could feel how wet she was. Soaked. Her nub slowly peeked through its hood.
(Maybe grinding tofu with this sweet sister... Her face flushed. What am I even thinking?!)
***
Meanwhile, in the real world.
Xiaolan panted heavily, tongue lolling out as she slurred, "Top… I want to be the top!"
Excitement, nervousness, sweat, and… arousal? Feng Yue noted each abnormality, each shifting emotion.
She could feel it clearly, the emotions she was absorbing from Xiaolan were no different in quality from those of her own fox-kin. Potent and pure.
She observed the dreaming woman further, murmuring, "Ambitious thing…" What was that about wanting to be the top? Could she be dreaming of ruling the world?
And, in a sense, Xiaolan was, in fact, "ruling" her world.
"Mmmmm~!"
Xiaolan's hips swayed and gyrated as she pressed closer. She gritted her teeth and said, "I won't, I won't just take it like this!"
Feng Yue stared at Xiaolan's writhing form, groping herself. She could even feel the high amounts of qi and power she was gaining from this one alone.
A small, swollen red stump was slowly protruding from Xiaolan's pale neck. A striking sight.
Feng Yue's gaze retracted from Xiaolan's writhing form; she already knew what Xiaolan was dreaming of. Her lips curled. "Humans, heh."
She swept a cold glance around the room. Messy, as well. Arms crossed, one hand gripping her own arm, she watched the dream incense stick float in mid-air, its visible golden aura wafting around it.
(Feng Yue.....)
She stiffened. "..."
"To know my name and even dare dream of me like that…" She uttered the simple words in a cold tone, already having something in mind: she had to investigate this girl.
It felt like a violation, clinging to her body. Though she was a yao beast, a fox-type, it didn't mean she would allow just anyone to have dreams about her.