His agonized screams gradually faded into ragged breathing as a cascade of system notifications flooded his consciousness like a digital waterfall.
[MEMORY INTEGRATION: 47%... 73%... 89%...]
[PERSONALITY MATRIX SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE]
[MEDICAL SYSTEM + ULTIMATE VILLAIN SYSTEM = FUSION PROTOCOL INITIATED]
[WARNING: DUAL CONSCIOUSNESS MERGER DETECTED]
[PROCESSING...]
[NEW HYBRID SYSTEM ONLINE]
[DESIGNATION: SUPREME CULTIVATION MEDICAL SYSTEM]
[PRIMARY FUNCTION: Advanced healing techniques with unlimited growth potential]
[SECONDARY FUNCTION: Reality manipulation through medical intervention]
[TERTIARY FUNCTION: Emotional analysis and optimization]
[ DESIGNATING THIS AS A SECONDARY SYSTEM: the primary system before memory integration still retains.. ]
[MEMORY INTEGRATION COMPLETE - TWO LIFETIMES SUCCESSFULLY MERGED]
[HOST CONSCIOUSNESS STABILIZED]
[NEW PERSONALITY PARAMETERS ACTIVE]
The pain in his skull began to recede like a retreating tide, replaced by something far more profound—clarity. Not just the cold, calculating awareness of the Heavenly Demon, but something warmer, more nuanced. The gentle compassion of a medical student who'd spent years learning to heal, combined with the vast cosmic understanding of a being who had transcended mortal limitations.
Through the haze of settling consciousness, he became aware of something warm and wet hitting his chest in steady droplets.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Tears.
Her tears.
"Please don't leave me," came Lianhua's broken whisper, her voice thick with desperation. "I can't... I can't lose you a second time. Not when I just found you again."
Her naked form was curled against his side, her fox ears flattened against her skull in distress, silver eyes streaming as she pressed her face against his chest. Her whole body trembled with the force of her sobs.
"I should have recognized you sooner," she continued, her words barely audible. "I should have known it was you from the beginning. Your hands, your voice, the way you cared for me... Even when I thought you were my enemy, some part of me knew."
The merged consciousness processed this emotional display with newfound understanding. The Heavenly Demon's memories provided context—this woman had loved Lin Feng with absolute devotion, had mourned him, had sought vengeance for him. But now the medical student's experiences added depth to that knowledge, allowing him to truly comprehend the weight of her grief, the desperate hope in her touch.
'Interesting.'
The emotion wasn't just data to be analyzed anymore. He could feel how her pain resonated through their physical contact, could sense the genuine terror in her voice at the thought of losing him again.
'So this is what love feels like from the receiving end.'
Slowly, deliberately, his eyes opened.
The first thing he saw was her tear-streaked face inches from his own, those silver eyes wide with desperate hope as she noticed his return to consciousness.
"You're... you're awake," she breathed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
He studied her face with his newly integrated perspective. The Heavenly Demon's memories provided tactical assessment—beautiful, powerful, loyal to a fault. But the medical student's emotional framework added layers of appreciation for the vulnerability in her expression, the way her lips trembled with barely contained relief.
'She truly believes I'm her husband returned to her.'
That left a strange taste in his mouth. Not unpleasant, exactly, but... complex. He was acting as her husband, filling that role, claiming that place in her heart.
But he wasn't Lin Feng, and he never would be.
If he was going to do this—if he was going to claim her as his own—he needed to feel something genuine for her.
The Heavenly Demon's cold possessiveness wouldn't be enough. He needed to merge that dominant nature with the medical student's capacity for care.
And to do that properly, he would need to possess her completely. Not just her body, but her heart, her soul, her very identity. The way the Heavenly Demon would claim a prize, but filtered through the gentler understanding of human connection.
His voice, when it came, carried a mixture of both personalities—the commanding authority of absolute power tempered by genuine warmth.
"I am alive, aren't I?"
Lianhua's eyes widened in shock, fresh tears spilling as the familiar cadence of his speech confirmed what her heart had known.
"You're alive," she whispered, then threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck. "You're alive, you're alive, oh gods, you're really alive!"
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he felt her soft warmth pressed against him, her desperate relief almost infectious. The sound surprised him—it carried genuine amusement rather than cold calculation.
"I must say though," he murmured, one hand coming up to trace the line of her jaw with careful fingers, "you look even more beautiful than I remembered."
She paused mid-sob, blinking in confusion. Then understanding dawned in those silver eyes, and her expression crumpled as fresh tears began to flow.
"Your memories," she breathed. "They've returned. You remember everything."
She buried her face against his neck, her voice muffled against his skin. "Lin Feng, I thought I'd lost you again. I thought—"
"Stop."
The single word carried enough quiet authority to make her flinch and pull back, silver eyes wide with sudden uncertainty.
He looked at her with narrowed eyes that held a hint of amusement—strange new emotions and experiences merging within his consciousness, rewriting the very foundations of who he was.
The cold dominance of the Heavenly Demon softened by genuine affection, the medical student's compassion sharpened by cosmic understanding.
"Call me Cang Wuhen," he said with deliberate emphasis, his voice carrying both command and unexpected gentleness. "Wife."
"Aaahnn~!"
She winced.
Eyes widening, tears splattering hot across his collarbone.
Her lips parted wide, tongue lolling out in a gasp as his hand groped her ass—firm, possessive fingers digging into the plush flesh, kneading roughly.
"W-wait!"
The other hand wrapped around her back, pinning her tight against him, her body arching instinctively as pain bloomed sharp and sweet where his grip bruised her skin.
She looked down at him through watering eyes, silver gaze reflecting his figure—long black hair splayed across the stone like spilled ink, handsome face sharp with otherworldly beauty, and that smile... more like a smirk, wicked and knowing.
"Have I ever told you how perky and tight your ass is?"
Her face blazed crimson, blush crawling from cheeks to throat as she tried to speak, words tumbling out in fragments. "L-Lin, I—"
Before she could finish, he pulled—yanking her ass cheeks apart with brutal strength, positioning her just above him.
She straddled his hips now, her hairy pussy hovering inches from his hardening cock, still veiled by the thin bedsheet but throbbing hot against her inner thighs.
The pull stretched her open, exposing her slick folds to the cool cave air, wetness dripping down her legs in shameful trails.
"Ah, it hurts!"
He just smirked wider, crimson eyes gleaming with dark hunger. "What did you say?"
"Stop, Lin—"
'System, use secondary feature of system, make her horny.'
[Reality Manipulation using the medical intervention activated: Infusing aphrodisiac, hormone stimulant, painkillers... etc.]
He pulled harder, spreading her wider, the burn ripping through her ass and cunt like fire.
"IEEK~!" Her eyes widened as she felt her body instantly becoming warm. It was strange, all the pain that she had turned into longing, and that longing seemed to seep down from her abdomen to between her thighs.
Pain twisted into something filthy, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of arousal that soaked the sheet beneath them.
Up close like this—her face mere inches from his, silver eyes locked on those crimson depths—she could see every detail: the soft but sharpness of his jawline appearing faintly symmetric, the way his black hair clung to sweat-damp skin due to pain he went through, and above all this that smirk curving lips enjoying her tremble.
She felt he seemed to have changed a bit...
"I mean... Cang, it hurts," she gasped, voice breaking on a moan, her trembling fingers digging into his shoulders.
Tears streaked her cheeks, mixing with drool as her tongue hung loose, body quivering from the brutal stretch.
"I missed you." As if trying to change the topic, he said, his hand loosening while rubbing her ass before holding her tail. It was strange to feel the tail just above where the spine ends in the body, just above the hip.
The softness of the fur, as if there wasn't any bone in it, made him gently caress her back as her widened eyes that seemed to have been aroused finally looked at him with lips bitten as she slowly leaned down, placing her forehead just on his chin and said, "Then why didn't you come sooner?"