A faint blush gradually spread across Dongfang Muxue's skin. Though she was usually imposing and domineering, she was still a woman after all, and had never exposed her body before another man. Thinking of what was about to happen, she felt both nervous and faintly shy.
To conceal her emotions, Dongfang Muxue snorted. "Couldn't you have untied my sash properly? You ruined a perfectly good outfit, and I didn't bring any spare clothes."
Song Qingshu reached out and lifted her chin, smiling faintly. "The mighty Cult Master of the Demonic Cult suddenly cares about a set of clothes? Are you nervous right now?"
Clearly struck where it hurt, Dongfang Muxue spat. "Pah! I've played with more women than you've slept nights. What do I have to be nervous about?"
"Sadly, no matter how many you've played with, you'll end up being played with by me." Song Qingshu leaned close to her neck and kissed it softly.
"Hmph!" Dongfang Muxue turned her head away. His stubble brushed against her delicate skin, raising a shiver across it.
Lan Fenghuang, standing nearby, blushed as she seemed to struggle to hold back her laughter. Her mistress, who had always stood above everyone like a queen, had finally met her destined nemesis.
"Lan Fenghuang, if you laugh again, do you believe I'll gouge out your eyes?" Sensing something, Dongfang Muxue turned and glared fiercely at her.
Dongfang Muxue's lingering authority remained formidable. Lan Fenghuang shivered inwardly and hastily wiped the smile from her face.
"Why are you bullying her? Because she's easy to push around?" Song Qingshu said.
"What, she hasn't even gotten into your bed yet, and you're already feeling sorry for her?" Dongfang Muxue sneered.
"You're like a hedgehog covered in spikes, curling yourself up tightly to hide your soft, frightened heart," Song