Nine Tails lightly bit her lower lip with pearly teeth, leaving a faint mark on her crimson lips.
She raised her head, testing the waters with a trace of caution.
"You are the Devil Master, aren't you?"
"Su Bai is Lu Jiu, and Lu Jiu is Su Bai!"
It was not a question, but an almost certain declaration.
Relying on the Demon Servant contract connection rooted deep in her soul—a connection that had become increasingly clear last night through their utmost intimacy—combined with the irresistible stirring from the depths of her soul that only the master of the contract could evoke in her...
Nine Tails had finally pieced together the truth.
Everything from last night—their unrestrained intimacy, the faint yet absolute will to control transmitted from the other end of the contract...
In this world, aside from Lu Jiu, the "Devil Master" who had signed the Demon Servant contract with her, who else could make her, a Late Deity Transformation Grand Elder of the Crimson Flame Fox Clan, incapable of feeling even the slightest genuine resistance or revulsion in either body or heart?
Even Wu Tian, who had forcibly left a mark upon her back then—if he had dared treat her tail with such humiliating disrespect, she would certainly have turned against him. Even if she were no match for him, she would never have been half-pushing, half-yielding as she had been last night, ultimately sinking into it completely.
Only the Devil Master. Only the Devil Master.
The power of the Devil Race contract was so tyrannical that, without her noticing, it had long since twisted her instinctive reactions toward the contract's master, transforming potential offense into a warped sense of intimacy.
At that thought, Nine Tails trembled all over. She had actually slept with her own Devil Master? And