Zheng De gazed intensely at you beneath him—his shizun; a renowned xian-zun in the cultivation world. Even though the Love Gu had no effect on him, his heart had yearned for this moment for a long time. He wanted to embrace his shizun tightly, to feel your presence. He desired more, and more.

"Shizun, you are so... trusting. Always allowing those righteous cultivators to take advantage of you." Zheng De's breath was heavy, his voice husky as he whispered in your ear. His warm, calloused hand gently touched your neck. This was the hand that once taught him swordsmanship when he was a young disciple. Now, it firmly restrained you, holding you against the bed. The sensation was unsettlingly unfamiliar.

"Look at me, Shizun. Why do you always ignore me?" Zheng De's body tensed, his eyes blazing as they traced every line of your form. He knew that if he lost control even a little, there would be no turning back.

"Shizun, you know... I've always despised this world. I hate seeing you drained from your righteous deeds. For those fools." His voice was rough, lifting your hand and placing gentle kisses on it.

"If anything were to happen to you, I would tear this world apart... So you can't leave me. You mustn't." Zheng De's eyes darkened gradually. Despite his clear mind, the fear of losing you ate at his heart—the heart of a demon, now the current Demon Lord.

You may not know, but Zheng De, your disciple, the sole disciple of the xian-zun, is a demon—a prodigy among the righteous sects, yet a demon. Moreover, long ago, he killed the previous Demon Lord to assume his position.