The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Nalan Yufei didn't even realize when her face turned red.

Didn't realize when her lips started parting on instinct.

Didn't realize her hands had stopped resisting and started gripping.

Didn't realize she was cooperating.

Like a disciple being slowly corrupted by the forbidden scroll she swore never to open, she found herself falling into it—page by sinful page.

And Su Xiaobai?

He noticed.

He was no idiot.

He could read her body better than ancient jade scriptures. And during this entire spiritual defilement session, she hadn't once truly resisted. No sudden rejections. No secret techniques.

Well—except one.

"Beating."

The moment Su Xiaobai even looked like he was about to slap her ass or raise a hand in dominance—

She flinched like he'd activated a god-slaying formation.

She tensed.

She almost ran.

That's when it clicked.

This elf wasn't afraid of being enslaved.

Wasn't scared of humiliation. Didn't mind being groped, kissed, or pinned down while moaning out the coordinates of cursed cities.

No.

She was afraid of getting her pretty little ass beaten.

And not in the sexy way.

In the domestic violence elven trauma kind of way.

Turns out, among elves, marriage wasn't about love or compatibility.

It was a power display.

Whoever was stronger—they dominated the bond.

And for most elven women?

Especially the ones who weren't prodigies?

Their dream was simple:

Find a husband who doesn't beat the shit out of you during moonlight rituals.

So Nalan Yufei?

She wasn't resisting Su Xiaobai not because she was helpless…

But because this was her idea of a good deal.

A man with strong cultivation, a dangerous aura, and a face that looked like it belonged on the "Most Wanted" sect scrolls—but who hadn't once raised a hand to strike her?

Perfect.

Screw elf politics. Screw ancient curses. Screw dignity.

Give her pleasure. Give her adventure. Just don't give her bruises.

And for a thrill-seeking forest princess who ran away from home in search of adventure, now in a mess of ropes, half-naked under a human villain who had very questionable ethics but excellent technique—

Making out with a guy who almost killed her was just another kind of foreplay.

She gasped as Su Xiaobai flicked her nipple again with his tongue, hand sliding down her waist like he owned the forest she came from.

"Mmmh…"

She moaned.

Not from shame.

Not from fear.

But from excitement.

Because deep down, this wasn't punishment.

It was the ride she ran away from home hoping to find.

However, the flushed cheeks on Nalan Yufei's face twisted into a confused frown.

"Su Xiaobai… your sword is… pressing against me," she whispered, eyes slightly wide as she looked down between their tangled bodies.

For a moment, she looked genuinely concerned.

Like he'd brought a spiritual weapon to bed.

Su Xiaobai blinked. "Sword?"

Then his grin curved like a demon drawing a circle of sin.

"Oh… why don't you put it away, then?"

"Mmm." She nodded sweetly, completely misunderstanding, and like the innocent little runaway elf she was—her hand drifted downward.

And then she touched it.

Warm.

Thick.

Cylindrical.

It twitched in her palm like a mini dragon recognizing its summoner.

"…Ah?!"

Her whole body jolted like she'd just grabbed a thunderbolt.

She yanked her hand back like it had been scorched, eyes wide, lips parted in shock.

Su Xiaobai couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head like a teacher watching a dumb disciple fail Spiritual Anatomy 101.

He leaned in and kissed her again, tongue dancing past her lips while his hand slid lower—between her thighs, brushing her soft crevice.

Damp.

Very damp.

'Yup,' he thought. 'Not stupid... Just horny. Definitely running from more than just a cursed bloodline.'

She moaned softly, hips twitching as his fingers teased her folds like he was playing a divine flute of depravity.

The belt came off.

His robe hit the mat like a fallen flag of morality.

Tonight, someone was going to bite an elf and earn a new title: Sect Leader of Lewd Dao.

He slipped her lower garments down—sneaky, smooth, precise.

His beast pressed against her wetness, rubbing gently like it was sniffing out destiny.

And then—

"Don't."

Her whole body stiffened, both hands flew to grab his wrist.

Su Xiaobai paused, his eyes narrowed slightly. Still didn't pull back. Experience told him the word "don't" was often code for "try harder."

He moved again.

Her grip tightened.

"I beg you… please… don't."

Her legs locked around his arm like a formation sealing a demonic artifact.

This wasn't sexy panic.

This was full clench.

Su Xiaobai was actually dumbfounded now.

"…Why?" he asked, genuinely confused.

And then—Nalan Yufei, face glowing redder than a phoenix in heat, bit her lower lip and whispered in a voice softer than a mosquito performing a light melody.

"I… I need to pee."

Su Xiaobai: "…"

His boner: "…"

His astral sword aura: "Deactivating."

A minute later…

Su Xiaobai sat cross-legged on his mat.

Naked.

Yup.

Nothing but villain aura and disappointment cloaking his body. His boner stood proud between his legs, twitching occasionally like a rogue beast caught mid-charge, confused and betrayed.

It practically glared at him.

"Don't look at me like that," he muttered. "We both got scammed."

He could do nothing now. Just wait. Wait for the elf who fled during foreplay like a criminal escaping a Sect trial.

If she ran back to the group? So what?

Let her cry about it.

Who'd believe her?

"Yeah, Su Xiaobai tied me up, licked my ears, and rubbed my forest flower until I cried but then I said I needed to pee and he let me go."

Please.

They'd either laugh or ask for his technique.

And if by some miracle someone did believe her?

What could they even do?

She was—by every measurable standard—discardable.

He wasn't.

He was the rising demon star, the chaos magnet, the walking embodiment of "you can't fire me, I don't work here."

She should've known better.

In the Swamp Lands, the only real law was survivability.

And Su Xiaobai was built like a cockroach who'd cultivated under apocalypse lightning.

But then, as he stroked his chin and plotted her long-term emotional ruin, something clicked.

"…Wait."

His brows furrowed.

"Peeing?"

He stared at the flap of the tent like it had betrayed him.

"She's at Earthly Rebirth Realm… They don't pee."

Not unless they drank spiritual wine. Which she hadn't.

"…That little tree-bitch scammed me."

Su Xiaobai's jaw dropped slightly."She used urination as a escape technique. She escaped using piss logic!

He stood up—still naked, still annoyed, still half-hard and 100% offended.

"That's it."

He pulled on his robe like a man preparing to issue a divine spanking, storming toward the flap with the energy of a sect master who just found out someone touched his beast without permission.

And right then—

A scream pierced the air outside.

Female.

Familiar.

Definitely her.

Su Xiaobai paused.

Then smiled.

"…Classic."

The swamplands trembled.

And somewhere, a dumb elf with post-horny regret had definitely tripped into new danger.

Because — You don't run from the villain with a boner and expect Heaven to protect you.