Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Extra : Rong Bai x Song Ci

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NOTE: 
This is an extra the author posted on her QQ group chat on 20 June 2019.1 It’s canon, as in the author wrote it herself, but it’s not posted on JJWXC (since it’s just gonna end up censored). ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Rong Bai pushed Song Ci’s robe aside and caressed his waist frivolously with his fingers. All Song Ci could do was to indulge himself and gasp.

“Rong Bai…” The name he called out was full of desire.

Song Ci’s robe was half-opened. His fair collarbone and waist were all reflected in Rong Bai’s eyes. Rong Bai dropped a kiss on his earlobe. “Try another way of calling me.”

“Master Rong?” Song Ci addressed him in a way he was familiar with. Although he had made a natural transition from Rong Bai’s honorific title to name, he figured that Rong Bai was probably still not used to it. 

“I want to hear you call me gege.” Rong Bai’s canine tooth gently scraped against the tip of his ear. “That’s how it always is in the storytelling scripts.”

That particular area was, to Song Ci, a sensitive spot. He could not help but shrink back as his entire ear turned red. 

After all, he had read the sagely classics for so many years. He really could not bring himself to call out such a sensual form of address. He turned his head aside and said, “Master Rong is pretty much fine.”

Rong Bai did not insist on it. His soft lips slowly moved down to Song Ci’s neck, and he buried his head into it.

Foxes had this feral nature concealed in their blood. They were instinctively interested in the necks of their prey. Rong Bai licked his neck with all the tenderness he had. After a bout of sucking, he left behind several lovebites of varying degrees.

Rong Bai’s breaths brushed against Song Ci’s ear. Song Ci lowered his head slightly and saw Rong Bai’s head cupped in his neck. He could not help but lift a hand to touch Rong Bai’s ear.

“Master Rong…” Just as Song Ci called out his name, he felt a slight, sudden pain on his collarbone. He could not help but let out a cry.

It turned out that Rong Bai had left a tooth mark with his canine tooth. He slipped his palm into Song Ci’s robe, and all the spots it swam over seemed to be on fire. It was so scalding that Song Ci’s skin instantly reddened.

Song Ci had never tried this kind of thing before. He could feel the heat from Rong Bai. It turned the root of his neck scarlet all the way up, where a haze clouded over his exquisite eyes.

He never thought that he would, one day, do this with Rong Bai. It was not that he had never had this kind of erotic fantasy when he was a youth. He had once wondered about the little pretty maiden whose red veil2 he would lift, and with whom he would tumble into the bed with to stir up a storm under the red quilt.

However, he no longer harbored such thoughts after he had grown up a little. At that time, he had quite the reputation in the capital, and there were plenty of maidens who wanted to marry him. However, Song Ci was not interested in them.

He felt that only a woman who was politically astute and well-versed in the classics was worthy of him marrying her.

He had never expected to eventually tumble into bed with someone who was not really that cultured. Heck, it wasn’t even a woman. 

However, this man, with the integrated body of an honorable deity and an affable Daoist priest, gave Song Ci a peace of mind and heart palpitations that no one else could rival.