Chapter 91: The Unveiling of Truth

Everything felt chillingly bitter.

A cold dread crawled up her spine, ultimately seizing her throat and leaving her gasping for air.

Exposed.

Completely exposed.

A tumultuous storm of thoughts raged in her mind, finally coalescing into a few questions that sent shivers down her entire body:

‘When did he find out?’

‘From what moment did Xiao Moyuan’s seemingly placid eyes pierce through all her ridiculous and pathetic disguises?’

‘Why?’

‘Why, knowing the truth, did he not expose me? Why did he merely watch my clumsy performance, as if it were some amusing play?’

‘Why did he watch me, like a bouncing clown, reveling in a deception I believed to be flawless?’

All those sweet nothings meticulously woven in the dead of night, all those purposeful flirtations and coy gestures, all those moments where she believed she held the upper hand… now, in retrospect, they felt like resounding slaps across her face.

“Mianmian,”

Xiao Moyuan’s voice drifted down from above, low and laced with a hint of hoarseness and frenzy.

“If you hadn’t come tonight, I might have continued playing along with you for a while longer.”

He leaned down, his shadow completely enveloping her. In the dim light, his deep-set eyes reflected a cold, sharp glint.

“But you, so utterly insensible, had to walk right into my trap and let that demoness escape.”

“Demoness?”

‘Was he talking about… Shen Zhixia?’

Su Mian’s pupils abruptly constricted. Before she could even process this information, a sharp ripping sound echoed. Her shirt collar was violently torn open, and the chest binder that had constrained her for so long instantly loosened. Cool air immediately brushed against her skin, sending a shiver through her.

“Ah!”

She cried out, a tidal wave of shame washing over her.

Instinctively, she curled her body, scrambling to grab the pink slip dress she had previously used as ‘evidence,’ but which now served as her only covering, clutching it tightly to her chest.

Xiao Moyuan’s words carried undisguised mockery.

“Little fox, your gender differentiation is rather excellent.”

His gaze swept over her exposed, fair skin and her flustered expression. His tone was calm, yet every word struck at her heart.

“Looking at you now, how do you resemble a boy in any way?”

Su Mian couldn’t register his words; her mind was blank, buzzing with a deafening hum.

Xiao Moyuan’s past actions—his seemingly casual protectiveness, his sheltering her after she got drunk, his rescue in the haunted house, even the occasional indulgence that made her heart race—

All of it now formed a cruel contrast with the man before her, whose face was distorted by a bizarre pattern, and whose actions were rough and unfamiliar.

‘Indeed… was it all a pretense?’

‘Had she been nothing more than a plaything in his hands, manipulated at his whim, from beginning to end?’

“What’s there to cover?”

Xiao Moyuan’s voice rang out again, pulling her from her despairing thoughts. The maliciousness in his tone sent a chill through her.

“Sweetheart Marshmallow, haven’t you already shown me what there is to see?”

He deliberately emphasized the nickname she had once found so familiar, each word like a cold needle piercing her heart.

Every syllable seemed to mock her dignity.

“You weren’t ashamed when you were flirting with me online, but now you are?”

A bitter ache and a surge of grievance welled up in her heart, overpowering the raw shame of her nakedness.

She didn’t know why, but her chest felt as if something was tightly constricting it, a dull pain making even breathing difficult.

‘Why?’

‘Why did it matter so much?’

‘Her initial reason for approaching Xiao Moyuan was also a performance, aimed at reclaiming Shen Zhixia, wasn’t it?’

‘Why, when the deception was exposed, when his true nature was revealed, did she feel such unbearable sorrow?’

In that moment, a truth that had been deliberately ignored and buried deep within her heart could no longer be suppressed—

Her feelings for Xiao Moyuan, without her ever realizing it, had long since become genuine, not merely part of an act.

A wave of hatred washed over her.

‘Why had she been so foolish as to use a female account to online date Xiao Moyuan?’

‘If she had approached him as ‘Su Mian’ from the very beginning, even clumsily, in fair competition, would she not have fallen into such an embarrassing situation, on the verge of losing herself?’

Seeing Su Mian merely curled up in a daze, offering no response as if her soul had departed, Xiao Moyuan’s last shred of patience evaporated.

He lifted Su Mian’s head from the crook of his arm, forcibly pressing her onto the carpet. His cold fingertips pinched her delicate chin, the pressure so great it caused her pain, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes, which were swirling with dark desire.

She trembled uncontrollably, yet remained unresponsive. He leaned down, tearing her fallen outer garment into pieces and twisting them behind her back.

He leaned down, whispering into her ear.

The curse power gnawing at his rationality was violently assailing his defenses.

Frustration and brutality intertwined, pushing him to the brink of losing control.

“Since you want to be a girl so badly, Mianmian, then I shall grant your wish.”

He reached out, his icy fingertips pinching her small chin. The force was so great it caused her pain, compelling her to lift her head and meet his eyes, which surged with dark desire.

“Then I shall grant your wish.”

Before his words even faded, and without giving Su Mian a chance to react, he leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

It was not a tender touch, but an invasive act imbued with punishment and plunder—rough, domineering, and brooking no refusal.

The force on her lips and tongue caused her pain, yet in the next instant, it was overshadowed by a strange and powerful tremor.

In that moment of intimate contact, Xiao Moyuan clearly felt the curse, which had been tearing him apart, miraculously begin to subside and stabilize.

Indeed, it was just as he had initially suspected.

Intimate contact with Su Mian was far more effective at suppressing this damned curse than drinking the blood of those foul monsters!

This realization prompted him to deepen the kiss further, an exploration of verification intertwined with an outpouring of desire.

Su Mian’s cheeks were crimson, as if about to bleed.

Her mind was a chaotic mess, unable to comprehend what was happening.

‘Wasn’t this a game?’

‘Wasn’t he merely toying with her?’

‘Why had it come to this?’

‘And what did he say just now?’

‘That he would ‘turn her into a girl’?’

‘Did he know her body’s secret?’

‘Or was he intending to ‘complete’ her in another, more terrifying and thorough way?’

Innumerable questions and incomprehension swirled and collided in her mind, yet Xiao Moyuan’s forceful assault stripped her of all ability to think.

She could only rely on her last vestiges of instinct, clenching her teeth, desperately holding onto her final defense.

Xiao Moyuan sensed her resistance and increased the pressure in his hand, forcing her to cry out in pain and part her lips.

Her defenses instantly crumbled.

Initially, his actions carried a hint of teasing and punishment, but soon, the delicate sensation and her unconsciously revealed, naive and alluring responses became like the strongest poison.

Su Mian felt her body soften, her consciousness gradually dissolving and blurring.

Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her entire being felt dizzy.

‘Kissed by a man… and one she had once considered a love rival, at that. Shouldn’t she feel disgust and revulsion?’

‘Why… did her body seem to have a will of its own, betraying her, immersing itself in this strange intimacy, even drawing a thrilling pleasure from it?’

‘Damn it… I really want to push him away…’

‘But why… were her arms so weak, unable to muster even a tiny bit of strength?’

Following this, Xiao Moyuan’s swallowing motion made her hazy eyes widen abruptly.

He didn’t seem to find her disgusting at all…

An indescribable tingling sensation, accompanied by a faint feeling of absorption, made her toes curl involuntarily.

Extreme shame and this irresistible feeling intertwined and clashed within her like ice and fire.

Finally, a switch that had long been dormant deep within her bloodline was completely activated.

“Mm…”

A soft, sweet whimper, unlike her usual voice, escaped her throat.

At the same time, without her noticing, a pair of fluffy fox ears, tipped with a hint of silver, suddenly popped out from her head, twitching sensitively.

Behind her, three fluffy, snow-white fox tails also quietly unfurled, sweeping across the bedsheets.

Her consciousness was now being dominated by primal instinct.

Her eyes, which had once been filled with terror and grievance, gradually became hazy with a watery sheen. Deep within her pupils, tiny, heart-shaped specks of light even began to flicker.

‘So, it was such a comfortable thing?’

‘Then why resist?’

She thought, dazed.

‘Not enough… I want more… more…’

Xiao Moyuan could clearly feel that, as the curse power stabilized, the body in his arms grew softer and hotter. The awkward resistance had long vanished, replaced by a clumsy yet active reciprocation.

She was no longer passively receiving; instead, she began to follow her instincts, attempting to absorb.

The pure spiritual energy and vigorous life essence within him were flowing, thread by thread, into Su Mian through their tightly pressed lips.

Xiao Moyuan couldn’t help but chuckle, his deep voice carrying a hint of indulgence that even he hadn’t noticed:

“Now, it seems you’re not planning to let me go.”

Time slipped away in ambiguity and chaos.

***

After an unknown period, Su Mian’s ** motions gradually slowed, eventually ceasing.

She seemed temporarily satisfied, softly resting on his chest, taking small, gasping breaths. Her cheek pressed against his slightly open shirt, her fluffy ears unconsciously brushing against his jaw.

Xiao Moyuan assessed his own condition; his spiritual energy had only depleted by about two or three tenths.

‘Such a small appetite today?’

Just as this thought arose, and he was about to pull back slightly to sort out the chaotic situation, his waist suddenly tightened—

It was the three fluffy tails, flexibly wrapping around him, pulling him closer again and preventing his retreat.

Xiao Moyuan paused slightly, looking down.

Just then, the dark clouds outside the window parted, and moonlight poured unreservedly onto the large bed, illuminating a scene that could make one’s blood boil—

At some point, Su Mian’s heavy, awkward men’s attire had vanished, replaced by the pink slip dress she had audaciously worn in a video and later sent to him as ‘evidence’!

The dress fabric was pitifully scant; its delicate, smooth material shimmered with a lustrous glow in the moonlight, perfectly accentuating her impossibly slender waist, subtly rising bust, and long, fair legs.

The three snow-white fox tails swayed gracefully behind her, intertwining with the tantalizingly revealed ‘absolute territory’ beneath the skirt, creating an incredibly alluring tableau.

The intense visual冲击 made Xiao Moyuan’s Adam’s apple bob uncontrollably.

In that brief moment of his distraction, those seemingly omnipotent fox tails had become as nimble as the most dexterous fingers, silently beginning to unfasten the restraints of his own clothing.

Xiao Moyuan looked at the little fox straddling his lap, her eyes hazy with lustful, heart-shaped glints, and instantly understood.

She wasn’t full at all…

She simply found the previous ‘feeding’ method inefficient and was preparing to switch to a more direct, more profound way to continue this ‘feast’ driven by her instincts!

The remnants of his rationality made him grasp one of her restless wrists, his voice hoarse from suppression:

“Mianmian, have you thought this through?”

He gazed into her eyes, which were almost entirely consumed by primal desire, and asked, word by word, “If you do this, you… truly won’t have a chance to turn back into a boy later.”

Su Mian did not answer with words.

She merely looked at him with her misty, heart-filled fox eyes, then leaned down, sealing all his unspoken words with a single action.

The little fox was very clever.

The term ‘fox spirit’ was also very apt for the little fox.

And a fox spirit’s primary skill lies in its ability to ‘take.’

Such matters seemed to be ingrained in their bloodline.

Xiao Moyuan didn’t need to guide her at all; the spiritual energy within him flowed like a tide into the little fox’s body.

****

As night turned to day, Su Mian groggily opened her eyes to the morning sun.

Xiao Moyuan, who had maintained his spiritual energy output all night, had dark circles under his eyes. He looked at the still-bewildered little fox and spoke,

“Awake, Mianmian?”

The deep, familiar voice startled Su Mian awake.

“Xiao Moyuan!”

Su Mian cried out, only to realize that she didn’t need to force it; her voice had naturally become that of a girl.

A bad premonition arose.

Seeing her flustered appearance, Xiao Moyuan smiled.

“Congratulations, you are now a complete girl.”

Su Mian: “…”