The Little White Bone of the Hehuan Sect

Qing Chacha figured she'd brought this on herself by reading too many steamy stories despite the restrictions. One tumble later, she transmigrated into a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

The Hehuan Sect had no limits. One careless mistake, and her dual cultivation partner could drain her yang energy and suck the flesh right off her bones, leaving nothing but a naked skeleton.

She was dumped in a corpse pit in the Ghost Realm and buried in a hurry.

If she wanted to survive, she had to practice dual cultivation, absorb yang energy, and restore her flesh. So Qing Chacha scoured the Ghost Realm for living men.

Now that she'd fallen this far, she had no high standards. As long as he was handsome, that was enough.

The Netherworld Lord of the Nine Hells was holding auditions for a wife. They said Wu Jiuyou was a fallen immortal, peerlessly handsome and immeasurably powerful. He ruled his own territory, and every ghost obeyed him.

Qing Chacha wracked her skull for a way to sneak into the auditions. The beauties were all shapes and sizes, each one stunning. Only she, a bare skeleton, stood out for all the wrong reasons.

With a camellia tucked into her skull and homemade roller skates on her feet, Qing Chacha glided into the main hall of the underground palace and immediately performed her talent: a little hand dance.

The guests: What in the world is that?!

She danced so hard that she couldn't stop her final hand move, and one of her ribs went clatter to the floor.

Wu Jiuyou rose from his throne and stopped in front of the little skeleton. He picked up the rib and tapped it against her skull with a sharp clonk.

The sound rang in her ears.

"I-I-I really came here to pick a... pick a fight! I mean, to enter the beauty contest," Qing Chacha said, her jaws clattering.

The sinister, cold-blooded Lord of the Nine Hells smiled with interest and straightened the little flower on her skull. "You win."

The whole hall erupted in shocked whispers... The other beauties gouged out their own eyes!

From then on, the little bone wife clung to Wu Jiuyou and brazenly absorbed his yang energy, whenever and wherever she pleased, day or night. Before long, she'd grown her flesh back.

Wu Jiuyou held the sweet little beauty straddling his lap in place. "You've had your fill all these days. Now it's my turn."

From then on, Qing Chacha lived the kind of life she'd read about in those restricted steamy stories.

Once a skeleton, always a skeleton at heart. Every time they made love, she had to wail a few times. "I can't take any more! My bones are about to fall apart..."

A cute little skeleton always hunting for flesh x a Ghost King with plenty of flesh to spare

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