I Kissed Her Before the Divine Altar

Ning Huo was born with bewitching beauty, the most dazzling and proud young mistress of the demon realm.

She could have admired herself in the mirror and enjoyed her own beauty, but instead she fell for the aloof, transcendent immortal honored of the righteous path, He Zhaowen.

To win He Zhaowen, she insulted her with poetry, broke her virginity, and destroyed her Daoist heart. She was determined to drag this bright moon down from its altar and stain it with a color that belonged only to her.

Who could have known that the moon was not only immaculate, but sharp as well?

He Zhaowen's cultivation was far beyond hers!!!

A scheme and a stolen tryst became Ning Huo's cage instead.

But Ning Huo was still Ning Huo. Thanks to an "accident," she turned the tables!

The accident was this: a fragment of the soul of an ancient fallen god took up residence inside Ning Huo!

Whenever day and night alternated, they would take turns controlling her body

By day, she was the languid, arrogant fallen god, ordering He Zhaowen around and watching her lower her eyes and submit respectfully.

At night, the fallen god slept, and the real Ning Huo would quietly awaken. Apart from Ning Huo herself, no one knew about this.

Thus, the long night became a stage for Ning Huo alone.

"Your service is not attentive enough." Her phoenix eyes lifted slightly, full of allure in the wavering candlelight. "The bed is too cold. I can't sleep like this."

He Zhaowen stood quietly beside her, her expression cool and still as an ancient well without ripples.

"If you don't know how, I'll teach you."

It was only when He Zhaowen was drawn into the brocade canopy and warm breath brushed her ear that she understood what Ning Huo meant by "teach."

That night, He Zhaowen warmed Ning Huo's bed for the first time.

As the nights grew deeper, Ning Huo grew bolder. Her touches seemed unintentional, her stolen kisses fleeting as shadows, and rouge stained He Zhaowen's pale lips.

Later, they shared a cup of tea, rode the same sword, and let their sleeves tangle as they practiced swordplay beneath the moon.

Ning Huo tested the waters step by step, and He Zhaowen yielded time and again.

Ning Huo thought she had finally won the immortal's heart and drawn her into a sea of desire and a whirlpool of passion.

Who knew it had all been a scheme!

He Zhaowen abandoned her to prove her Dao.

To slay the fallen god, she plunged a sword into Ning Huo's heart.

It turned out that in this play, Ning Huo had been the only one harboring foolish, unrequited hopes all along.

Her heart dead, she fled far away, only to be hunted down. As she lay dying, she was saved by He Zhaowen once again.

He Zhaowen pinned her to a cold altar, crimson fury surging in her eyes. She was no longer the immortal who had always seemed above the mortal world

Ning Huo watched the desire and possessiveness in the other's eyes, along with her madness on the verge of collapse.

She sneered and plunged a knife into He Zhaowen's heart.

Unexpectedly, He Zhaowen pressed against the blade and held her even tighter, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Stop running... Ning Huo, don't leave me."

She kissed her before the altar, caring neither whether they were gods or demons, nor whether they were righteous or evil.

#She thought she was the first to fall in love, never knowing the other had long since fallen into the mortal world for her.#

#Love kisses at the edge of the blade, a kiss before the gods#

▲ One-on-one, happy ending, mutually unhinged leads, villainess, lots of scenes together, and the secondary pairing is also girls' love.

Content warnings: Male characters appear.

Not sexually pure, kinky, slow burn.

Coming soon: Forced to Fall by My Love Rival; Beneath the Romance

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