The words hit Akane like a physical blow.

Her golden eyes slitted, a single tear forming at the corner as she clenched her jaw so hard her teeth ground together.

A vein bulged on her forehead, pulsing with barely contained rage.

Her fox ears perked up, standing straight as her nine tails flared out behind her like deadly weapons, each one bristling with spiritual energy.

Her canines became visible as her lips pulled back in a snarl.

Spiritual energy erupted from her body like a volcano, the sheer pressure forcing Zhaoshenya to jump back.

The elven woman landed several feet away, her expression shifting from mockery to wariness as she quickly snapped her fingers. Green light flashed, and clothes materialized over her naked body—a flowing emerald dress that clung to her curves.

"HE IS MY HUSBAND!" Akane screamed, her voice raw with emotion as spiritual energy exploded outward in waves.

The force was so intense that Zhaoshenya had to cross her arms in front of her face, her feet sliding backward across the ground. But even as she defended herself, a smile formed on her lips. Through the gap between her crossed arms, her green eyes glinted with cruel understanding.

She saw it all—the desperation, the denial, the grief that Akane was drowning in.

"From the way you react," Zhaoshenya muttered, her voice carrying clearly despite the chaos around them, "don't tell me, Akane... are you trying to make yourself believe that he is your dead husband while sleeping with him every day?"

The words struck deeper than any blade could.

Drip.

'N-no... I...' A flicker of tears fell from Akane's eyes, streaming down her cheeks as her vision blurred.

Her tails drooped slightly, her ears flattening against her head as the truth she'd been running from crashed into her like a tidal wave.

In an instant, Zhaoshenya closed the distance between them, appearing directly in front of Akane at arm's length.

She could clearly see the weakness, the vulnerability that the proud kitsune rarely showed to anyone.

Zhaoshenya stretched her hand forward again, her finger aimed directly at Akane's forehead as she spoke.

"So, you know already," she said softly, almost gently, but with venom beneath every word. "And still, are you cheating on your—"

'!'

GRIP!

Zhaoshenya's eyes widened in shock as her wrist was suddenly caught mid-motion, frozen in place by what felt like an iron vice wrapped around her bones.

The pressure wasn't just physical—it was oppressive, like her very soul was being crushed in that grip.

Her head snapped to the side, green eyes meeting a pair of crimson-gold irises that stared directly into her, through her, as if peeling back every layer of her being and seeing the core beneath.

Those eyes held something primal—pure, unfiltered killing intent that made her blood run cold.

The man stood there in his black robes, his presence so overwhelming it felt like the air itself bowed to him.

His face was expressionless, but those eyes... those eyes promised death.

"Hic...!" Zhaoshenya's breath hitched. Her body locked up, muscles refusing to obey as an involuntary tremor ran down her spine and to her core—it fluttered and leaked automatically, as if bombarded by an aphrodisiac surge.

She'd faced ancient beasts, survived wars, killed countless enemies, and even after being killed by Kitsune Akane, she'd survived in this realm.

She'd made a deal with her to search for her husband's soul here in exchange for a resurrection talisman connecting the lower realm to this one.

She was fucking immortal, able to even defy death.

But that man's fury mixed with possessiveness made her whole body tremble vigorously.

DING!

DING!

DING!

[System reward: "Defiler of Legends" Achievement: Successfully corrupted a mythical virgin who had maintained purity for over 10,000 years and would have a major role in the main plotline of the story.]

[ Achievement Unlocked: Snatching One of the Biggest Plot Armors of the Son of Heaven and Disrupting the Main Storyline Completely. ]

[ CALCULATING THE REWARDS AS PER ACHIEVEMENTS! ]

[Magic-Qi Fusion Mastery - Host automatically merges qi with mana. All magic systems become instantly usable with qi uses without mana need. No learning period required.]

[Penetration Paralysis - Any woman Host enters becomes marked, which he can remotely inflict 100× emotional amplification based on current state: Hate becomes Terror, Love becomes Obsessive Lust, Anger becomes Submission, Curiosity becomes Worship. Effect permanent.]

[First-Time Reality Anchor - Virginity taken creates permanent dimensional marker. Host can teleport to any virgin he's deflowered instantly, ignoring all barriers—including realms. Unlimited uses.]

[Magic Theft Through Intimacy - Every thrust copies one spell/technique from target's memory permanently.]

[Fate String Severance - Upon making a woman orgasm, the Host automatically severs all her karmic ties to previous partners (protagonists, childhood promises, arranged marriages, previous husbands). She forgets they even existed within 24 hours.]

Tianlong ignored everything. The moment he saw the tear forming in Akane's eyes, he instantly arrived here.

He thought it was some kind of private conversation since there was a sound barrier formed around them through which he couldn't hear anything.

But the moment he saw tears in Akane's eyes, something snapped in him.

With his absolute domain, added with this new ability, he induced 100x emotional amplification—reversal in the woman he had penetrated.

He created the maximum killing intent to keep that woman in check, especially since he was fucking angry.

If any of his women were crying, then it should be because of him. Or else, there shouldn't be anything that could make them cry and still exist.

Without breaking eye contact with the elven woman, Tianlong's free hand moved with deliberate slowness, his thumb rising to gently brush against Akane's cheek.

The pad of his thumb caught the tear that had just fallen, wiping it away with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the death radiating from his eyes.

Akane's golden gaze shifted toward him, her expression instantly softening.

The rage, the pain, the vulnerability—all of it melted away as she looked at him.

Drip drip.

As if more tears started to form, they began to fall. Given that woman's words seemed to have hit a mark she'd been trying to bury. Falling as she leaned forward.

It was strange that these tears were falling because she had doubted this man being her husband. Yet in those tears, in those silent nights of being strong, there was no one to lean on except for him—even in the pain, the shoulder she relied on was his.

"Hic... sob..." Her ears flattened against her head. Her hands wrapped around him possessively, fingers digging into his back, clenching his robe, while her face pressed flat against his chest as she broke into tears. It was the crying of a woman who had tried to be strong but couldn't help it in the end—she had the weakness she'd hidden until now, trying to forget. Meanwhile, her tails, as if emitting her internal pain, gently moved to hug him tightly, covering him in a soft cocoon as her body trembled, flinching with each breath and tear, unable to separate.

In one corner of her mind, she realized that maybe... just maybe, Zhaoshenya was right. But her heart felt like it was bleeding, since if not him, then on whom would she lean in her suffering?

And just the mere thought of her returning to that reality where she sat alone with no one around to lean on and show her vulnerability made her heart bleed even more.

That bleeding surged out as, within that soft cocoon and the warmth of his chest—separated by his fabric—her eyes melted.

"Hic... uwwaa... n-no, y-you are my... hic...", It was the same tears she let out the first time her heart finally believed that her husband had returned. The man she thought was dead had come back, even though there was doubt; there was hope more than those doubts.

And again, like a child, willing to hold the hope and remain in the light she saw, she wailed.

'....'

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, before Tianlong felt his whole body surge with burning heat.

His voice was low, calm—too calm—like the eye of a storm ready for complete annihilation.

"Y-you... what did you do to her?"

Tianlong's eyes never left Zhaoshenya. No, they became even sharper, as if he would kill her at any moment.

The question hung in the air like a death sentence.

Zhaoshenya tried to pull her wrist back, but it didn't budge even a millimeter.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she felt the spiritual energy radiating from him—dense, suffocating, filled with lust, life, and terror, all directed at her.

It wasn't just powerful; it was wrong, like something that shouldn't exist together.

And truly, she was right to sense that, given his natural affinity mixing with vitality, creating a surge of life around him. Trees were forming, the wind was becoming alive, plants were growing.

His body—due to his horny god physique—leaked more potent aphrodisiac into the air, it sensed that his bonded woman was in pain and reflexively soothed her through auto response.

His Qi surged around him as his heart blazed with natural anger, creating a killing intent.

Fortifying all of his reactions was the newly derived reward that gave him the amplification control, with all of them pressuring the elven woman to have her knees buckle down.

"W-wait—I..." Her lips trembled as she tried to form words, but nothing came out. The mocking confidence from moments ago had evaporated completely.

Tianlong tilted his head slightly, his grip tightening just enough to make her bones creak.

"I asked you a question," he repeated, his tone dropping even lower. "Why. Is. My. Wife. Crying?"

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