Chapter 279: Chapter 279 – Zhaoshenya’s Awakening

Akane stood there on the ruined bed, her golden eyes fixed on Tianlong as he held Sylvea against him, his cock jutting obscenely between the elf’s thighs, his hands still groping her breasts.

She was about to say something—probably something possessive and territorial—when her fox ears suddenly twitched.

A sound.

Soft, barely audible over the settling debris, but there.

A groan.

Akane’s head snapped toward the distant crater where she’d sent that other elf flying, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the cloud of dust still hanging in the air.

’Zhaoshenya… How dare you lay a hand on my husband?’ Akane’s eyes let out a glint as she felt infuriated.

The first woman who dared to seduce her man in this ancient realm was none other than the very woman she had killed in the lower realm years ago.

Her gaze flicked back to Tianlong, who seemed completely absorbed in teasing the green-haired elf, his fingers pinching and rolling those strange slitted nipples while his hips ground forward lazily, making his shaft slide back and forth through her thighs.

He hadn’t noticed the sound.

Without a word, Akane’s form blurred, her body moving with the speed only a fox spirit of her caliber could achieve, her nine tails streaming behind her as she leapt from the ruined structure and disappeared into the forest toward the crater.

She needed to make sure: if Zhaoshenya wanted revenge against her, better come at her directly, not try to get to her husband through that new body she’d gotten in this realm.

Akane tore through the forest canopy like a silver and red comet, her nine tails streaming behind her as she leaped from branch to branch, each movement creating small sonic booms that shattered the silence.

Her golden eyes were blazing with fury, pupils dilated to slits—the predatory gaze of a fox spirit who had recognized her prey.

’Zhaoshenya… that fucking vixen. I should have made sure she stayed dead.’

Within seconds, she landed at the edge of the massive crater her punch had created, debris still settling around the impact zone. Trees lay splintered and broken in a perfect circle, their trunks snapped like twigs from the shockwave.

And there, at the very center of the destruction, lay the elf woman.

Her body was twisted at unnatural angles, bones clearly shattered, one arm bent backward at the elbow, her left leg folded beneath her in a way that should have been impossible.

Her once-perfect breast—the one Akane had targeted—bore the clear imprint of knuckles, the flesh bruised black and purple, swollen grotesquely.

But what caught Akane’s attention most were her eyes.

Wide open. Completely wide open. Staring sightlessly at the sky, pupils blown, no breath moving her chest.

She looked dead.

Akane dropped down into the crater, her feet landing silently on the churned earth. She approached the motionless form slowly, her tails swishing with agitation, spiritual energy crackling around her like visible electricity.

“Come on,” Akane said coldly, crossing her arms as she stared down at the broken body. “Wake up now, or I will really kill you.”

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—

A soft green glow began to emanate from the woman’s skin, starting as barely visible wisps of light that gradually intensified until her entire body was wrapped in luminous emerald energy.

Crack… pop… snap…

Her bones began to shift and restructure themselves with sickening sounds, her bent arm straightening with a wet grinding noise, her twisted leg rotating back into proper alignment.

The bruising on her breast faded from black to purple to yellow to nothing, the flesh reshaping itself back to its original perky, pointed form—those strange long nipples becoming erect as circulation returned.

Slowly, as if pulled by invisible strings, her body began to rise from the ground, levitating in a sitting position while the green light continued to swirl around her.

Her thick, milf-like curves filled out properly again—the generous hips, the soft stomach, the wild green pubic hair that formed a perfect triangle over her pussy.

Her pointed elf ears twitched beneath her green hair as consciousness returned, and finally, those green eyes blinked once, twice, before focusing on Akane.

The woman flexed her fingers experimentally, clenching and unclenching her fist as if testing her newly repaired body. Then her gaze sharpened, locking onto the fox spirit with unmistakable recognition.

“What are you doing here, Kitsune Akane?”

—-

Within the broken house in the village, due to the ruckus and sound, several elves slowly started to gather in the surrounding area.

But the people within didn’t seem to care about any of them, the surrounding dust hardly making the outside visible.

“Unm… Haaah… Haah….” Sylvea’s head lolled back against his shoulder, mouth hanging open, drool sliding down her chin as her green eyes stared unfocused at nothing, still hazy from the overwhelming sensations.

“Hnnn… p-please…” she whimpered weakly, her hands coming up to grab his wrists, but lacking any real strength. “Stop… touching… there…”

But even as she said it, her pussy’s folds clenched around his shaft, coating it with more of her slick arousal, the textured folds rippling along his length like they were trying to pull him inside.

Tianlong chuckled, his breath hot against her pointed ear as he ignored Akane—given how she seemed to head toward the woman she nearly killed—simply because he felt Akane needed more leashing, and that woman who couldn’t die… what could be a better way to test it out?

After all, the founder of the greatest continent ruled by the Zhao lineage wasn’t referred to as a zombie in vain.

So, he focused on Sylvea, as she was the shield who was going to handle his mess today.

“Stop? But your body is being so honest,” he murmured, one hand sliding down from her breast to rest on her lower abdomen, fingers spreading across her hairy pussy, rubbing lightly.

“Feel that? That’s my cock right there, pressed against your entrance. One little shift of my hips and—”

“NO!” Sylvea gasped, her body jerking, legs trying to clamp together but only succeeding in squeezing his shaft tighter between her thighs. “Don’t—you can’t—I’m not—”

“Not what?” came a new voice, light and teasing.

Sylvea’s eyes widened as she felt another presence materialize beside them—a petite woman with delicate features and an innocent face that didn’t match the mischievous glint in her eyes.

Xiang.

The butterfly woman had now manifested in front of her, her slender form clothed in a thin black silk robe that did nothing to hide her delicate, perky breasts or the outline of her cleavage pressing against the fabric.

She stood there with her head tilted, studying Sylvea with open curiosity, one finger tapping her chin.

“Why are her ears like this?” Xiang asked, reaching out to gently tug on one of Sylvea’s pointed ears, making the elf flinch and whimper.

“She’s an elf,” Tianlong explained casually, as if they weren’t currently using the poor woman as a living sex toy. “Non-human. They have these cute pointed ears and apparently some interesting… anatomy.”

His fingers found Sylvea’s nipple again, pinching the slitted tip, making another spurt of that milky sweat leak out.

“See? Even her nipples are different. They have these little slits that open up when stimulated.”

“Ohhh~” Xiang’s eyes lit up with fascination. “How interesting!”

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