She trembled there on the cold stone floor, both hands pressing down hard against the rough surface like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Her silver eyes blinked fast, confused, heart thumping wild in her chest as she tried to process his words. Rejection?
It hit her like a slap, but why? She was right there, open, wanting—hell, begging—and now this?
Before he could even finish, she felt her throat tighten, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she heard his words:
"...I don't want you to love someone like me, especially now that I've become this weak."
Her eyes trembled, wide and shiny, tears spilling over like they couldn't hold back anymore. She breathed heavy, chest heaving, those full breasts rising and falling with each shaky inhale.
"What are you even talking about? Do you really think I care about that?"
He shook his head slow, that smirk fading into something softer, almost sad. Without a word, he shifted, lying down beside her on the cavern floor.
He slipped an arm under her head, folding her close like she was something precious, her boob pressing soft and warm against his ribs. His fingers found her tail, caressing the fur, sliding up to trace her skin in lazy patterns that made her shiver.
"No, I don't judge you," he murmured, voice low and rough, like gravel. "It's just... I don't have much power left. I wanted to return back, and the body I could come to was just this. But when I returned, I realized this body is that of a mortal. So I thought I might never be able to meet you. But it's strange, right?"
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, and right then, his fingers pinched her nipple—sharp, deliberate.
She trembled hard, a gasp slipping out, but she didn't pull away. The sting mixed with the ache in her heart, making everything blur.
"Again? It hurts seeing you think how I will not love you because of some petty strength..."
He felt amusement spark in his eyes, watching how her emotional pain swallowed up the physical bite, like she was already learning to ignore those little stings. Perfect for training her, breaking her in slow—pinches, bites, small pains to build her up.
But he had to say it, make her understand.
"I never judge you for anything. You are something far precious to me, to even not forget you for a single moment in twenty-five years of my life I lived in that world. Though, seeing you like this hurts me. Forgive me for not able to protect you."
The words felt awkward rolling off his tongue, like stones in his mouth. First time as the Heavenly Demon he'd ever apologized to anyone.
Hell, the old him would've killed for less. But he silenced that thought by sliding his hand lower, groping her ass firm, fingers clenching around her tail base, squeezing just enough to make her slit twitch.
"Ahnn!" She winced, body jerking, but her teary eyes stayed locked on him, face dipping into his chest like she could hide there.
"You are not at fault. We all were just so weak against that monster."
He pulled her closer, feeling her heat against him, that wet pussy brushing his thigh through the sheet.
He shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he felt her warmth pressing against him.
Amusing, really—being called a monster. Technically, yeah, he was one. Or had been.
But damn, so much had changed. That old rage, the kind that used to make him slaughter anyone who looked at him wrong? It was still there, simmering, but now he could control it.
Like flipping a switch.
He realized now how much heaven had been pulling the strings, programming his desires, making him act like the perfect villain in some shitty novel plot.
If someone had called him a monster back then, he wouldn't have blinked before turning them to ash.
Intelligence? Sure, he had it, but he'd seen lower beings as nothing—ants to crush.
And that was the point, wasn't it? The book's way of ensuring he never had real loyal comrades, just fear-driven puppets.
But things were shifting now. He could feel it.
His gaze dropped to her face, those wet pink lips still swollen from their earlier kiss, red like fresh roses, tempting as hell.
She leaned forward slowly, eyes half-lidded, lifting herself just enough that he felt the soft weight of her breasts shifting against his chest.
It was like she read his eyes as an invitation, her breath warm on his skin as she closed in for another kiss.
But he moved first, summoning the ancient grimoire from his system inventory with a thought.
Her lips met the worn leather cover instead, a soft smack echoing in the cave.
She blinked, pulling back with a confused frown. "What's this?"
He smirked, holding the book steady between them. "This is the grimoire for the void-based cultivation technique."
Her silver eyes widened as she took in the intricate patterns etched into the cover, glowing faintly with ethereal energy.
She exclaimed, "Isn't it the Heaven grade Technique?!"
She lifted herself higher in surprise, and he felt the softness of her boobs slipping from his grasp, the warm slide of her skin against his making his cock twitch under the sheet.
'!'
Before she could fully pull away, he grabbed her waist and yanked her back down, her body colliding with his in a soft thud, her wet hairy pussy pressing right against his thigh again.
"Yes, it is," he said, voice low and steady. "And I must say, I want you to cultivate this technique for us, my dear wife."
"Ah.... I—I" Her eyes blinked rapidly, processing his words.
Then a smile broke across her face, soft and trembling.
Tears brimmed in those silver depths, spilling over as she lowered her head.
It was the first time she'd felt so helpless since that day—the day the Heavenly Demon had killed him.
The memory hit her like a gut punch, the pain raw and fresh.
Now, even here, tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and unstoppable.
She choked out, "...Forgive me. I-I have lost my dantian and now have become crippled...hic..."
He felt her body shake against his, her sobs muffled into his chest.
The vulnerability in her voice stirred something deep in him—not the old demonic urge to dominate, but a strange protectiveness.
He ran his fingers through her hair, tracing the curve of her fox ears gently which have—
"Are you crying?" He tilted her chin up, making her meet his eyes. "Listen, those tears don't look good when not for me... so stop now."
She sniffled, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand.
"But... I-I I've got no spiritual foundation left. That cursed demon shattered everything."
[...]
'...'
Cang could just keep looking at the woman cursing him in front of him, before inhaling as he pressed her face on his chest, letting her cry as he felt this woman was too much for him to deal with in this state.
He was liking her tears but also was getting pissed due to her cursing him.
'System, what you need to heal her?'