The Villainous Beauty of a Master Is an Incubus

A clueless, universally adored disciple x a succubus master who is bedridden with chronic illness

Blurb:

In her previous life, Zhu Zhihuan had mediocre talent and risked her life just to become a disciple of Yun Chuxiu.

Yun Chuxiu was peerlessly beautiful, known throughout the world as the "Dust-Cleansing Immortal Maiden." Though she was bedridden day after day, she was renowned for her extraordinary medical skills.

Even though Zhu Zhihuan was a hopeless pupil, Yun Chuxiu would often invite her into her private chambers, teaching her gently by example.

Her kind and affable senior sister pushed her aside. "Is the master's warm chamber open to just anyone? Stop acting so obsequious. If you want to come to my place... I suppose that could be arranged."

The second senior sister, a sword prodigy, regarded her coldly. "You're hopeless. I'm sick of the sight of you. Why not give up medicine and learn the sword?"

The third senior sister, from a powerful family, scattered money as she sneered at her. "Look at you, so poor and shabby. Just leave the sect now and come work as a servant in my house. That'll do."

Everyone shunned Zhu Zhihuan. Only Yun Chuxiu indulged and spoiled her, defending her like a favored disciple and even allowing her to warm her bed every night, lying close together.

During the war between immortals and demons, Zhu Zhihuan fought desperately to protect Yun Chuxiu. But all she had time to see was the curve of a smile on the other's lips.

From behind, Yun Chuxiu effortlessly pierced the sect leader, then the first senior sister, the second senior sister, and the third senior sister.

Finally, she came for Zhu Zhihuan.

No one knew that the "Dust-Cleansing Immortal Maiden" was the Demon Lord who had vanished over a century ago.

The invading demons knelt in terror. Blood stained Yun Chuxiu's white robes as she smiled gently. "I've taught you for so long..."

"Xiao Zhi, why are you protecting me, a demon?"

Before Zhu Zhihuan closed her eyes, she couldn't help thinking:

My dear Wuliang Tianzun, this whole sect is insane.

*

Reborn into a second life, Zhu Zhihuan had already become Yun Chuxiu's disciple, with nowhere to run.

She could only try to nip the supposedly "bedridden" Demon Lord's plans in the bud.

She helped the first senior sister regulate her spiritual energy, practiced swordsmanship through the night with the second senior sister, and went down the mountain to splurge on spirit stones with the third senior sister.

She worked hard to earn her sectmates' favor, but never took a single step toward Yun Chuxiu.

Until one moonlit night, her master knocked on her window.

Yun Chuxiu was pale and coughing nonstop. After entering, she looked so frail she seemed about to melt into Zhu Zhihuan's bed, pleading to be held before she would fall asleep.

"Demon Lord, no, I mean, Master," Zhu Zhihuan said respectfully.

"I've privately pledged myself to a senior sister, so I'm afraid this wouldn't be appropriate."

A few strands of Yun Chuxiu's hair fell loose, and her face brimmed with hurt.

A smooth, gleaming horn suddenly emerged from her silken hair. Beneath the hem of her thin, snow-white robe, a soft black tail slipped out.

It quivered pitifully, winding around Zhu Zhihuan's wrist again and again.

"Xiao Zhi, you promised me before."

"You may only... cultivate with your master."

"Succubi are demons, too. It makes perfect sense for one to be the Demon Lord, right?"

*A jumble of ideas, lots of personal worldbuilding, my own take on cultivation fantasy.*

*One-on-one romance

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