The Nine-Tailed Fox Lord Plays the Victim Every Day to Win His Wife Back

[A possessive, beautiful, unhinged, teasing fox demon seme x a human uke who talks tough but is softhearted, proper on the surface but full of inner monologue]

Lu Shijiu was a notorious playboy. While others excelled at the six arts, he excelled at eating, drinking, wandering, and having fun.

One day, bored out of his mind, he rode out to a remote wilderness where few people ever went, and happened upon a remarkably beautiful white fox.

The white fox was badly injured and unconscious, lying by the roadside on the verge of death. It looked so pitiful that anyone would feel their heart melt.

Young Master Lu immediately reined in his horse. He looked the fox over from every angle, liked it more with every glance, and happily carried it home.

From bandaging its wounds and changing its dressings to feeding it food and water, Lu Shijiu did everything himself. As he watched the little beast's wounds gradually heal, he grew more and more excited by the day.

Whenever he imagined the little fox waking up and cuddling against him as it softly begged for attention, his brows and eyes would lift with delight.

Maybe the fox he'd picked up could even take human form, just like in the storybooks: breathtakingly beautiful, delicate and soft, with breath sweet as orchids, gently calling him "benefactor."

Lu Shijiu expressionlessly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and dreamed up 108 ways a fox demon might repay his kindness.

But no matter how carefully he'd planned, he never imagined the white-furred beast would be an ungrateful wretch, vanishing without a word the moment it opened its eyes.

Lu Shijiu had even forgotten to lift the creature's hind legs right away and check whether it was male or female.

Many years later, a tall, strong body would pin him down. All four of his limbs would be trapped by nine snow-white fox tails, leaving him unable to move.

Every one of those 108 scenarios he'd once imagined would come true, without the slightest deviation. With tears in the corners of his eyes, one hand feebly gripping a tail, his face bright red, he could only beg for mercy and gasp out, "Gently."

Instead, his tormentor only grew more relentless.

Hot breath washed over his ear, burning him until his whole body trembled. "But isn't this exactly what you wanted, benefactor?"

-

As the ninth Fox Lord of the fox clan, the fox demon thought nothing of whether the other demons revered him, feared him, or hated him.

He'd assumed his long life would go on this way forever, just as the demon realm had always expected: he would remain the supreme Nine-Tailed Fox Lord of his clan.

Until he met Lu Shijiu.

From the moment Lu Shijiu picked him up, it seemed something had changed forever.

"Little fox!"

That was what Lu Shijiu always called him.

Not "Fox Lord," spoken with trepidation, nor "Xiao Jiu," said with a solemn air. The fox demon could even picture the way Lu Shijiu looked when he said those words.

Soft, bright, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly.

Like a handful of warm fire, so alive, so impossible to let go.

And that longing lasted a lifetime after lifetime, until there was no turning back.

He welcomed it all.

A Short Bonus Scene

After Lu Shijiu was reincarnated

The fox demon had been waiting for ages. From afar, he saw Lu Shijiu approaching. He conjured a water mirror and examined the bloodstains on his face once again, checking whether they looked convincing, then reached up and mussed his hair.

Still dissatisfied after much deliberation, he pressed his fingers together and used them like a blade, slashing his perfectly good brocade robe into a beggar's rags in a few quick strokes. He even took care to dust himself with a little dirt.

Then he dropped to the ground with a thump, adjusting his pose to make sure he would look beautiful yet pitiful, graceful yet fragile at first sight.

Then he closed his eyes with a pleased smile, smoothly curled his arms to his chest, and expertly set his mouth into an expression of utter pain.

Fox demon: Playing the pitiful one feels so good. Just thinking about how he'll feel sorry for me in a moment makes me giddy.

[Important]

This is not written in first person! There are just a few very brief first-person, rant-like asides involving the little flower demon (very few, and most of them are already in the first two chapters).

Please don't get scared off, lovely readers who clicked in! TAT

Coming Next: When a Hopeless Romantic Is Forced to Save the World

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Possessive, obsessive puppy-like younger man vs. a repressed, sarcastic chatterbox

Younger disciple-and-master romance

After staying up all night and dying suddenly, Shi Liufeng transmigrates into a recently finished, badly concluded novel as an NPC with no more than five lines. He nearly spits up a fountain of blood.

The ending of this novel is the world's destruction, with everyone going down together! What kind of joke is that?!

But what's done is done. Shi Liufeng has no choice but to force himself, no, to force the protagonist, who survived until the very end in the original story, to save the world.

The protagonist's name is Wu Jiao, and he's remarkably talented. After Shi Liufeng takes him on as a personal disciple, he reaches Foundation Establishment in one year, forms his Golden Core in three, and in five years his cultivation is already approaching the Deific Realm. He becomes a peerless young prodigy, unlike anyone the cultivation world has seen before.

At this rate, becoming the world's savior seems just around the corner.

But just as Shi Liufeng is feeling deeply pleased, he learns that to save the world, the protagonist must master and unite spiritual and demonic energy, giving the countless living beings a chance to survive.

In other words, Shi Liufeng must send Wu Jiao to the demon realm, a place said to be strewn with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and force him to willingly cultivate demonic power.

Shi Liufeng looks at his disciple's clear, bright, smiling eyes and falls silent.

-

The Sea of No Crossing, which connects the immortal and demon realms, has opened.

Countless evil spirits and vengeful ghosts scramble out, seeking revenge on the mortal world and dragging souls to their deaths.

The Spirit Guidance Sect, leader of the immortal sects, bears the brunt of the attack.

They say that battle darkened the skies and turned the sun and moon upside down, while blood flowed down the mountain steps for three days and nights.

Both sides suffer a bitter end.

The remaining demons are sealed once more beneath the Sea of No Crossing.

In exchange, the greatest expert under heaven, Snow-Returning Sword Venerable Shi Liufeng, and his beloved disciple both lose their lives.

The immortal sects are shaken from top to bottom, and grief surges like a tide.

-

Several years later, a world-shaking piece of news spreads through the cultivation world:

Shi Liufeng didn't die after all, and has even become related by marriage to the Hibiscus Sect. His wedding is just around the corner.

Now that's incredible!

On the wedding day, carriages fill the streets, and everyone, whether anyone knows their name or not, shows up.

Gongs and drums thunder, immortal cranes cry out in unison, and wedding guests crowd together in layer upon layer.

Just as everyone stares at Shi Liufeng in his bright red wedding robes as though they've seen a ghost, the groom, as beautiful as white jade, is abducted in front of them by a figure who comes out of nowhere.

Everyone: ...?

Is this how people make a scene at weddings these days? Are we sure they didn't take the wrong person?

And also... doesn't that unexpected guest look a little familiar?

Wu Jiao, whom his master had kicked into the Sea of No Crossing years ago, forcibly breaks out of the demon realm. His face is scarred, and he reeks of blood as he carries Shi Liufeng, dressed in vivid red wedding robes, back to his own bedchamber. He pins him against the wall, pushes his knees apart, buries his face beside Shi Liufeng's neck, and speaks in a hoarse voice:

"Master, I'm even stronger than I was back then. From now on, will you look only at me?"

-

After they reunite, Shi Liufeng notices that Wu Jiao's gaze is becoming increasingly strange, and that he always acts clingy and talks in an overly intimate way. At last, he understands.

Shi Liufeng: ...

He smacks Wu Jiao on the head, exasperated at his hopelessness.

After all the suffering it took to get this far, kid, can we save the world first?!

But Wu Jiao lowers his eyes, gazing longingly at Shi Liufeng's hand, and asks in a soft, eager voice, "Master, could you hit me once more, just like you did a moment ago?"

Shi Liufeng: …

Theme: Don't be fooled by appearances.