Chapter 281: Chapter 281 – A Painful Mirror for Akane

Few Moment Ago,

“What are you doing here, Kitsune Akane?”, Zhaoshenya asked, her voice carrying a mix of annoyance and wariness.

Akane tilted her head, her golden eyes glinting with dark amusement.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on your work instead of trying to seduce another woman’s husband, huh, Zhaoshenya?” Akane replied in a firm voice, each word dripping with accusation.

The woman’s—Zhaoshenya’s—eyes narrowed dangerously as she shook her head.

“Of course I should,” she said, glaring back at Akane. “Though I don’t know what actually happened, do we? What if your husband was the one who got lost over me? What if—”

She suddenly halted mid-sentence, her hand flying to her temple as if struck by a sudden headache, rubbing her forehead in confusion.

“Wait,” she said slowly, her voice turning bewildered. “Did you just say… your husband? Did you… marry?”

Hearing those words, Akane’s golden eyes flickered, and she instinctively turned to look back toward the distance.

In the ruins of that broken house, now open to the sky, she could just make out Tianlong’s form standing behind Xiang, who seemed to be playing with that other elf woman.

“He has returned,” Akane said simply, her voice heavy with emotion—relief, possessiveness, and something deeper.

Zhaoshenya followed her gaze, her mouth slowly dropping open as she registered the scene. Her lips twitched, her expression shifting from confusion to recognition to disbelief.

“What the…” she muttered under her breath, barely audible. “That bastard?”

Before she could say more, Akane’s hand slammed down on her shoulder with enough force to crack stone, her claws digging into the soft flesh just enough to draw thin lines of blood.

“Mind your language,” Akane said in a dangerously quiet voice, her golden eyes glowing with spiritual power. “That’s my husband.”

Zhaoshenya turned back to face Akane, a slow, mocking smirk spreading across her lips as she glanced down at her left breast, studying the faint outline from Akane’s knuckle print.

She sucked her teeth, her anger barely contained. “Don’t tell me… so you punched me because I got defiled by that perverted, trashy husband of yours?”

Akane’s gaze narrowed to deadly slits, her tails bristling with barely contained violence.

“So,” she said slowly, each word measured and threatening, “was it not YOU who tried to seduce him?”

“Of course not,” Zhaoshenya started to protest, but then her words halted abruptly. She blinked, looking down at herself, one hand coming up to scratch her chin as if trying to recall something.

“No, wait,” she said thoughtfully. “I guess I need those memories back.”

“What memories?” Akane demanded, her grip tightening on the other woman’s shoulder.

Without taking her eyes off Akane, Zhaoshenya lifted her free hand toward the distant village. Her fingers moved in complex patterns, and suddenly the air around her erupted with magical energy.

Massive magic circles formed—first three, then five, then dozens more, all overlapping and rotating in intricate combinations. The circles spun and twisted as she manipulated them with precise gestures, green light crackling between her fingers.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Zhaoshenya said casually, as if conjuring apocalyptic-level magic was no big deal. “Of course it’s 8-tier split body magic—the one that keeps my identity in this world separate from my memories from before you killed me.”

As she spoke, the magic circles pulsed with power, and a concentrated beam of green light shot toward the village like a laser, aimed directly at the ruins where Tianlong and the others were.

Thousands of green lights surged upward in the sky throughout the village. All the elves present seemed flung into the air in their green light forms, revealing they were just her split images.

Every single old elf, the child, even her own proclaimed sister—nothing but merged split body images she’d separated from herself to return to the lower realm with her present body after receiving that dream about guiding a disciple.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, all the green lights vanished. The whole land turned sparkly with green light scattering around, all merging back into its source—her.

Zhaoshenya’s eyes snapped shut, her entire body going rigid as the spell took effect.

Back in the ruins, Sylvea—who had been gasping and twitching in Tianlong and Xiang’s arms—suddenly froze completely.

Her green eyes went wide, then began to glow with the same emerald light.

Then, as if she were made of mist, her entire form dissolved, her body breaking apart into thousands of tiny light particles that streamed through the air like fireflies, all racing back toward the crater where Zhaoshenya waited.

The light particles swirled around Zhaoshenya in a tornado of power before diving into her body through her eyes, her mouth, her pores—merging with her completely.

Her eyes rolled back, showing only white for several seconds as the memories integrated. Her body convulsed as two separate sets of experiences crashed together in her mind.

Then her eyes snapped open, now fully aware, fully integrated.

She looked directly at Akane, her expression shifting from confusion to recognition to absolute fury as she remembered everything—every touch, every sensation, every moment of what had just happened with Tianlong.

He’d fucking molested her by fooling her naive split personality and defiled her.

Her hand flew to her hair, ruffling it roughly as the complete picture formed in her mind.

’You are dead… bastard.’

But before dealing with him, she needed to talk to this woman who’d dared to bring such a worm into these deep territories—places they’d both agreed not to enter in the ancient realm. “So, Kitsune Akane, I don’t know if you’re still sane enough to see that man is a perverted bastard rather than the man you used to brag about. Highly doubt your brain right now, but more so—how dare you let your dog defile ME!”

Zhaoshenya’s words hung in the air like poison, her green eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Akane. The spiritual energy around them crackled, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble.

But instead of answering, Akane’s hand moved faster than Zhaoshenya could react.

SLAP!

The sharp crack echoed across the crater as Akane’s open palm smashed flat against Zhaoshenya’s left breast.

The massive globe of soft, heavy flesh—pale and impossibly full like something straight out of hentai art—jiggled wildly from the impact, the force sending violent ripples through its creamy curves.

Her big, deep pink nipple, thick and protruding like a ripe berry begging to be sucked, hardened instantly from the sting, thrusting forward as the whole tit bounced and wobbled side to side, the weight making it slap back against her ribcage with a fleshy thud that made any guy’s cock twitch at the sight.

“Urgh—” Zhaoshenya’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze dropping. The sharp pain shot straight to her core, making her jaw clench so hard that saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, her teeth grinding as a twisted mix of hurt and unwanted heat flushed through her.

But before the elven woman could even protest, Akane’s other hand swung from the opposite side.

SLAP!

The second blow landed just as hard on her right breast, palm connecting dead-center with the plush mound.

It deformed under the strike, the massive tit compressing before springing back with a hypnotic bounce, swinging outward in a wide arc that made both boobs collide in the middle with a soft, lewd smack.

Her other deep pink nipple pebbled up even bigger, jutting out obscenely as the pain radiated like fire, her whole chest throbbing and swaying heavily.

“Anhgn—!?” Zhaoshenya winced, her hand flying up to clutch her aching chest, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as she tried to steady the wild motion.

The dual slaps left her nipples tingling and hypersensitive, and they also resurfaced the memory of when she first met this woman in this realm in this body while receiving the same treatment, joking that she looked better than her.

“How dare you do this again!” Zhaoshenya’s voice came out strangled, her face contorting with both pain and indignation.

Rather than answering, Akane stepped closer, her golden eyes cold and unforgiving.

“Mind your words,” she said, her voice dangerously quiet. “He is my husband.”

Hearing that, Zhaoshenya’s mouth twitched. A mocking laugh escaped her lips as she lifted her finger, pressing it directly against Akane’s forehead with enough force to push her back slightly.

“Don’t tell me,” Zhaoshenya said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Did you just get scammed because of your obsession with that dead husband of yours and sleep with some pervert?”

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