The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 238: Elf as a Pet? Great! Accepted!

Not gently.

Not roughly.

Just purposefully.

His palm sank into her soft chest like it was a divine marshmallow blessed by the Dao of Squish.

Warmth.

Weight.

Wobble.

The white silk between them barely counted as clothing—it was silk, sure, but it was no match for his determined fingers.

"!!" Nalan Yufei gasped, her face turning red like a sunset peach caught in heatstroke.

She didn't resist.

She didn't even twitch.

She just froze—ears red, breath shaky, and thighs clenched like a jade door that had been sealed for centuries and was now hearing a knock.

"If you don't tell me," Su Xiaobai murmured, voice practically dripping on her skin, "I won't let you go."

Her lips trembled.

"Mmm…"

She nodded.

She fucking nodded.

Su Xiaobai.exe has stopped responding.

Hold on.

Did she just nod?!

She was supposed to fight.

To slap.

To unleash a holy light burst that singed his eyebrow.

Instead?

She looked like she was about to ask for more.

He blinked, spiritually crashing for the second time this week.

"…Wait, what?"

He genuinely didn't know what to do with her now.

This wasn't a seduction.

This wasn't even a battle of wills.

She just—

Yielded.

Like a bunny who not only rolled over but spread her legs and offered the divine carrot.

"We're not playing elf simulator," Su Xiaobai muttered under his breath.

And yet… here she was.

Bound.

Breathing hard.

Chest heaving like twin spirit mountains during an earthquake.

And worst of all?

Obedient.

"How are your barking skills?" Su Xiaobai suddenly asked.

His grip tightened on her shoulders, eyes locked on hers with the seriousness of a sect master delivering the final heaven-splitting sword technique.

It was a stupid question.

A vile question.

But he asked it like it was divine truth.

Nalan Yufei blinked.

"…Huh?"

She tilted her head like a confused spirit beast, ears twitching, pupils dilating.

"D-Don't beat me…"

The words slipped out like an instinctive cry for help.

And in that moment—

Su Xiaobai had never wanted to beat someone *more.*

"..." His spiritual patience shattered like a trash-tier pill in a dragon's ass.

"Fuck it."

The lantern went out.

The tent fell into blackness once more.

And Nalan Yufei? Still bound. Still dumb. Still soft.

He didn't hesitate.

She was back on the mat before she could squeak. Her wrists were still tied, her heart pounding like a celestial drum summoning the storm of degeneracy.

Su Xiaobai spooned her from behind, breath warm against the nape of her neck. Not in a romantic way.

In the way a man hugs a beast he's about to train.

Spiritually.

His hands slid down—over fabric, over elven shame made manifest.

Nalan Yufei gasped, squirming as his palms roamed like a pervert mapping out forbidden terrain. Her legs trembled, her spine arched, her breathing went from panicked to something else.

"W-Why… I told you everything…" she whimpered, confused, aroused, and mad at herself for being both.

"Yeah," he whispered. "But now I want something else."

His hands didn't ask.

They took.

Slipping beneath her silken robes like spiritual invaders seeking the Dao of Breast Mastery. He cupped the soft orbs of elf heritage, squeezed gently—then harder—like testing ripeness before harvest.

She groaned.

Back arched. Neck flushed red. Hips twitching like her body was rebelling against her common sense.

"Don't…" she gasped.

But it was the weak, breathless kind of don't—the kind that came with a shameful moan and zero resistance.

Su Xiaobai grinned in the dark.

"You said don't," Su Xiaobai whispered into her pointed ear, "but your body's about to bark."

Nalan Yufei blinked.

"…What?"

She didn't get time to process it.

He spun her around like a cultivation dummy mid-training, pushed her onto the mat, and mounted her like he was claiming territory.

Her confused eyes widened as he leaned down and devoured her glistening lips—not kissed. Devoured. Tongue first, rules second, morality somewhere buried six feet under the nearest spirit beast graveyard.

She gasped against his mouth as his hands groped deeper into her robe, fingers curling under cloth, squeezing the sacred twin peaks of elven nobility like they were ripe celestial fruits begging for harvest.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Not from pain.

But from overstimulation, confusion, and the terrifying realization that her brain was short-circuiting—and her hips were twitching.

Then he bit her cheek.

Not hard.

Just enough to mark her.

Like a pet.

Like a toy.

Like a villain slapping his name on someone who didn't yet understand what she'd signed up for.

Her hands flailed, tried to stop him.

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She reached for her ears, gasped something that might have been a warning—

And that's when Su Xiaobai paused, eyes gleaming.

"Oh? You undid the ropes?"

She froze.

Too late.

"Cute."

Didn't matter.

His fingers gripped the edge of her upper fabric and pulled.

The enchanted fabric gave way with a whisper of Qi and a soft gasp from her lips—

And just like that, the upper half of her elven glory was unwrapped like a forbidden treasure stolen from the Vault of Heaven.

White skin glowing faintly under the spiritual barrier.

Peaks standing proud despite the situation, nipples taut from cool air and hotter tension.

He didn't look at them like a man seeing tits.

He looked at them like a treasure appraiser who just found twin divine artifacts hidden under ancient silk.

"You know," he murmured, brushing his thumb lazily over one pert nipple, "for a cursed elf, you're sinfully blessed in the chest department."

Nalan Yufei whimpered.

Not a full protest.

Just a shameful noise.

Because deep down, she realized—

She wasn't resisting.

"..."

What's wrong with me?

She didn't even have time to finish the thought.

Because by the time her brain asked the question, her mouth had already betrayed her.

"Ahhn~!"

The sound burst out as Su Xiaobai grabbed her snow-white divine-tier breasts and started motorboating them like a degenerate riding a flying treasure into a spirit fog at full speed.

His teeth nipped her left peak like it owed him money.

His tongue traced sacred runes only he could see.

His hands squeezed like a man possessed, like he was kneading sacred pill dough on a furnace made of sin.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, grip tight, thighs trembling like jade leaves in a hurricane.

Her lips parted again, gasping as her mind and body split in half, one screaming "What are you doing?!", the other moaning "Do it harder."

"W-Wait—don't bite—ahhh—! You're not allowed to—"

She bit her lip, but her voice betrayed her.

"M-My chest's not for training!" she tried, desperately.

No response.

Just tongue.

"Y-You can't just… nghh… suck like that—!"

She was falling.

Not physically.

Her internal cultivation was chaotic under the weight of villainous lust arts. Her foundation shook. Her Qi flowed backward.

"I-I'm a! You can't just—"

Su Xiaobai paused long enough to flick her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Her breath exploded.

"Okayyoucan—!"

She slapped a hand over her mouth.

Mortified.

But too late.

She'd already said it.