Bang!
"How could you do this to me? This is completely ridiculous!" Pan Xiaodie growled in fury and hurled the controller with all her strength. The controller smashed into the television screen and embedded itself deeply into the glass, shattering the display. The image of the football match instantly went black.
"Its not my fault if you have trash skills," Yun Wuji blinked his eyes in surprise and put down his own controller. With a flick of his fingers, the controller embedded in the screen flew back to Pan Xiaodie, and the screen was mended back to a perfect shape. The screen blinked and the green field returned.
He tilted his head slightly, regarding her with faint amusement. "I didn't know you were such a sore loser."
"I am not! But you are obviously cheating, otherwise how could I lose 300-0 in a single freaking match? How is that even possible?!" Pan Xiaodie grabbed the controller, gritting her teeth. She wanted to slam it back into the TV. It was immensely frustrating to play for hours and not even be able to score a freaking goal! But her pride stopped her, "I will win, just you wait!"
"Yeah, that's the spirit. Little Xiaodie, you are somewhat cute when you are angry," Yun Wuji laughed, shaking his head. He enjoyed her reaction, "We could play racing games, but you are a woman, you will probably lose again."
"What's wrong with being a woman? Are you saying that women can't drive?" Pan Xiaodie's eyes widened, clearly offended, "Also, don't call me with that stupid and childish name! I am obviously older than you!"
"Exactly, everyone knows that women can't drive, little Xiaodie," Yun Wuji nodded while controlling his players. He scored another goal, much to her frustration.
"Bullshit! How could we women not know how to drive a crappy metal box that can't even move at the speed of light?! My fart is even faster than it!" Pan Xiaodie retorted to his nonsense. How could female profound practitioners, whose senses and reactions were as fast as lightning, fail to control a stupid slow metallic can?
"You won't understand," Yun Wuji dropped the topic. She would not get the joke.
After updating her about the situation in the current universe, as Yun Wuji expected from her resilience, Pan Xiaodie did not wallow in sorrow or guilt over her actions causing the entire Devil Race to go extinct. Instead, she tried to wake herself up after confirming that she was in a dream, but for some reason she failed.
This reaction came mainly because the emotions were wired to her. She no longer felt guilty for what her actions inadvertently did. Otherwise, if she had, she would have immediately sunk back into that dark place.
Yun Wuji told her that he would accompany her until she finally managed to do it, and proposed that they go play some video games.
Most women do not like video games and find them unattractive, but who cares about modern women anyway?
...
"Whoaaaa! This is so exciting!"
The high roller coaster soared so high it pierced through the clouds. As it plunged down, Pan Xiaodie's excited, delicate cries and shouts carried to the ground below. Her inky black hair whipped wildly around her face like a storm of silk ribbons. The wind forced her eyes into narrow slits, tears streaming sideways across her cheeks. Her mouth stretched into a huge grin.
She clamped both hands around Yun Wuji's arm and bellowed straight into his ear, "This shit is so peak! For the first time in my life I am actually glad I don't have my cultivation!"
For some inexplicable reason, Pan Xiaodie found herself completely unable to summon any of her power inside this dream.
"You're being way too loud, damn it!" Yun Wuji tried to twist free, but she only tightened her grip and laughed directly against his ear. "That's exactly what you get for bullying me in all those stupid video games of yours!"
"I won't stop! Hahaha!" Pan Xiaodie shamelessly mashed her lips right against his ear and screamed even louder.
Her bright, uncontainable laughter rang out, clear and jubilant, rolling through the vast, deserted amusement park and bouncing off every silent ride and empty stall.
"Let's try that pirate ship! It look fun! So stop complaining, and follow me!" As they walked unsteadily away from the roller coaster, Pan Xiaodie grabbed his hand and ran toward the pirate ship.
The two of them had no particular goal or destination in mind. They had already spent months playing and exploring within this dream, a world that both of them could only partially control.
Neither possessed much cultivation, but each could manipulate small aspects of the dream through the power of their imagination, even though they remained unable to fundamentally reshape it's structure.
For example, it was Yun Wuji who had conjured the entire amusement park, along with the gaming room complete with console and television, and every tiny detail that lent the place its convincing sense of reality.
Pan Xiaodie possessed no familiarity with mundane forms of entertainment, so she simply followed his lead. In the beginning she had stayed cautious around him, wary and reserved, but her defenses had slowly softened as she accompanied him day after day and spent more time in his company.
Slowly she stopped complaining whenever he called her intimately by her name. The boundaries between them began to blur, shifting from her initial wariness of him to wrestling over the last piece of pizza.
She grabbed his hand without hesitation, ambushed him by climbing onto his back whenever he let his guard down, and even gave him a wet willy straight in the ear.
By nature, Pan Xiaodie was more of a tomboy. She was unrestrained and straightforward, caring little about acting lady-like or conforming to any delicate image.
At the beginning, she often recalled the existence of Mo Su, but slowly that feeling began to fade, or perhaps she unintentionally chose not to remember him. If she had ever been capable of feeling genuine guilt toward anyone other than herself, she certainly would not have allowed herself to be this free.
Every one of her actions would have carried the weight of betrayal toward him. But now the only guilt she felt was directed inward, toward herself, for having wronged her own nature for so many years.
This was, of course, one of Yun Wuji's nasty plots to NTR Mo Su.
"Phew! Spending time with you is unexpectedly fun!"
Leaving the amusement park, Pan Xiaodie rode on his back, her arms wrapped snugly around his neck while her large, soft, round breasts pressed firmly against him. "Although you are annoying sometimes, I must admit, you know how to have fun."
"Obviously, lady, you don't know how lucky you are to enjoy exclusive time with yours truly," Yun Wuji tilted his head back to meet her gaze. Their lips hovered just a few inches apart, their breaths mingling warmly against each other's faces. He stared at her, eyes gleaming, "So many women would kill just to talk to me for one minute. You need to thank all your Ancestors for this blessing."
'Hmm, she doesn't have Ancestors, right? Or could the Ancestral Goddess be considered her grandmother?' Yun Wuji thought something ridiculous. Given that her father was the Original Nether Devil Emperor, she really didn't have any Ancestors at all.
"Hmph! You're so narcissistic! Who would fall for someone as arrogant as you?!" Pan Xiaodie turned her head away and snorted coldly. Her face burned brightly, heat spreading all over her body.
At the same moment, she grew keenly aware of how her breasts pressed against the solid warmth of his back, and her hands, which had been clasped around his neck, slipped downward almost without her permission. Her fingertips began to trace lightly over the firm planes of his upper chest.
'Why am I suddenly so conscious of him?!'
'This is ridiculous!' Pan Xiaodie quickly tried to banish the intrusive thoughts and said, "I'm hungry, make us something to eat!"
"Where is the magic word?" Yun Wuji didn't look at her, his eyes fixed on the clear azure sky as he asked calmly.
"Please, feed this poor hungry girl, oh Your Majesty Great Emperor Yun~!" Pan Xiaodie pursed her lips, leaning close to his ear and whispering in a soft, teasing voice. "Are you satisfied?"
Because one day she had rudely told him to make her food, Yun Wuji had set this rule: if she wanted to eat, she would have to ask nicely.
"You still need more practice, but I'll let it slide for now," Yun Wuji said, holding her thick thighs and adjusting his grip as he lifted her higher onto his back.
"What are you going to make?" Pan Xiaodie asked.
"What do you want?"
"Fried chicken!"
"Sure, I'll make it. First, we need to get the ingredients."
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