Chapter 40: Wah Wah Wah… I’m Already Not Clean

Let’s talk about the other side of the story.

Because Xing Yue of Demon King Castle was being ravished by Phyllis—oh hoh hoh—her consciousness projection in Black Cliff Territory was inevitably affected to some extent.

For instance, right now, after her main body had exhausted itself and fallen asleep, this Xing Yue was like a remote terminal with poor signal reception—some of her senses were growing dull and hazy.

The sensation of fingertips brushing against the night wind, the friction of fabric against skin, even the pain of pinching her own arm—all felt blurred, as if through frosted glass, accompanied by a detachment akin to being in a lucid dream.

This effect was actually minor. The biggest impact was that her consciousness and memories were fully synchronized.

So, in the darkness, as she flew silently using Levitation, dragging the tied-up Baron Jiefulun behind her, Xing Yue’s cheeks were burning with a scalding blush, her ears and neck stained red. At random intervals, she would suddenly freeze mid-motion, nearly flinging the floating baron off several times.

This wasn’t a reaction to magical turbulence—it was purely an intense, overwhelming sense of shame and chaos transmitted from her main body!

At this moment, it was as if invisible steam were puffing from the top of Xing Yue’s head. Her trembling hands were pressed tightly against her chest, and her legs unconsciously clamped together.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me…”

“Phyllis… she, she’s actually a—”

That word rolled on the tip of her tongue a few times, but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

She bit her lip, letting out a shy, devastated whimper from her throat. Her heterochromatic eyes were full of shock at the impact on her worldview: ‘Am I not her own daughter?! How could she… how could she do this?! Does this make any sense?! This is wrong! This is too much, wah wah wah…’

The scene after scene from Demon King Castle kept resurfacing, impossible to shake from her mind. Xing Yue felt her face burn and her future look bleak.

The subtle, unspeakable changes deep within her body—quietly happening as mana surged in—made her skin crawl, as if she could already see herself becoming a caged canary.

‘Wah wah wah… I’m already not clean…’ Xing Yue’s eyes glazed over, as if everything had lost its flavor. ‘Can’t I… just lie back and enjoy it if I can’t resist?’

‘Noooo—! My super brain! Think! Find a way! There has to be a way out of this, right?’

‘Like… like defecting to human territory right now and never coming back?’

‘Hmm… no, that would probably just speed up the process of turning into a plush ball!’

Xing Yue stumbled through the air, engaging in a furious yet useless internal storm, until she returned to that underground room. Only then did she barely manage to suppress her chaotic thoughts.

She tossed the baron aside carelessly and went over to Debbie, who was still fast asleep.

She couldn’t simply ignore Phyllis’s words.

Even though Xing Yue felt the Holy Maiden wasn’t the type to secretly cause trouble, their hostile positions were still a given. Would the other side really teach her everything without reservation?

Besides, Xing Yue hadn’t explicitly stated what she planned to do with healing magic back then. It was possible that Miss Holy Maiden had deliberately hidden the fact that the spell had other side effects.

What benefit would Wei Anna gain from offending Xing Yue like that? Obviously, none.

Besides being annoying, it wouldn’t serve any purpose. It might even make Xing Yue hold a grudge, leading to no one bringing her prison meals in the future.

Miss Holy Maiden was a clever person—she had to know that.

Xing Yue also understood this might be Phyllis’s way of sowing discord.

But once a seed of suspicion was planted, it was impossible to feel at ease.

However, if she could confirm that Miss Holy Maiden hadn’t played any tricks this time and didn’t mean to target her, then Xing Yue wouldn’t be so easily manipulated by Phyllis in the future.

Studying Debbie for a while, Xing Yue found no adverse symptoms on the girl.

The young girl’s breathing was steady. Although her vitality was low due to previous blood loss and weakness, it was natural—no abnormal stagnation or distortion.

‘Guess I was overthinking…’ she muttered quietly, but was still a bit uneasy.

After a moment’s thought, she reached out and gently shook the sleeping Debbie.

“Mmm…”

The girl let out a vague moan, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she sat up dizzily. Rubbing her eyes, she adjusted to the dim light of the basement—then stopped abruptly.

In front of her was no longer the reassuring black mist, but a strikingly conspicuous, unfamiliar silver-haired girl. Moonlight-like silver hair, a pair of red and blue heterochromatic eyes, and a gorgeous yet eerie black-and-red gothic dress that seemed woven from night and blood.

Debbie was stunned for a moment, even forgetting to breathe.

But she quickly snapped out of it and cautiously tested, “D… demon lord?”

“Mm.”

Xing Yue acknowledged, not bothering to explain why she had called her awake at this hour. Instead, she leaned in slightly and asked, “How are you feeling now? Is anything wrong with your body? For example… any strange warm currents rushing inside? Or feeling particularly full, maybe even bloated? Any itching, or strange energy surging within?”

Xing Yue questioned carefully, with a professional seriousness, going over every possibility she could think of for “being set up.”

Debbie hadn’t even had time to process the fact that the demon lord’s true form under the black mist was a devastatingly beautiful girl before she was stunned by this barrage of questions. She looked down at herself, carefully sensed her condition, then hesitated and answered in a weak but clear voice, “Demon Lord, I… I’m hungry… very hungry. Also… no strength, my limbs are weak.”

She paused, then honestly added, “Everything else… seems fine. Not full, not itchy… As for the warm current and strange energy you mentioned… uh…”

Seeing Xing Yue’s serious expression, Debbie lowered her head and checked again, but ultimately shook her head, her tone humble: “I… can’t sense any energy inside me, Demon Lord.”

Xing Yue stared at her quietly for a few seconds, the probing light in her eyes gradually softening.

Hunger and weakness—that was perfectly normal, fitting the condition of someone who had lost too much blood and gone without food for a long time.

No other abnormalities—that was good.

“…Mm, okay, I understand.” Xing Yue nodded. “You can rest a bit more now. I’ll bring you some food later.”

Moonlight streamed in from the high ventilation grate, flowing over Xing Yue’s silver hair and dress.

She stood up, letting out a helpless sigh.

‘It really was Phyllis deliberately trying to sow discord… or rather, just messing with me for fun.’

After all, this was Phyllis. If one day she didn’t play tricks on her, that would be the real surprise.

As for Phyllis’s motive, Xing Yue had already roughly guessed. She’d probably heard from Xiao Du that Xing Yue had been getting close to the Holy Maiden these past few days, so she got “jealous,” and then used those words to make Xing Yue unnecessarily suspicious of the Holy Maiden.

‘Well, whatever. At least she’s fine.’

Just as she was about to turn and leave the basement, Xing Yue suddenly remembered the Baron Jiefulun she had brought back. She stopped, turned her head, and looked at the apprehensive girl on the ground. “Oh, right. I almost forgot. Debbie, our deal is complete now.”