The day was bright and sunny, but Nanya stayed hidden in the shadows, safe under her blanket from the mocking eyes of her maid. She couldn’t bear to expose her skin, to let the dim sun of the sky bask in her glory as she typically allowed. Because today, it blushed by the shame and humiliation of the desire leaking out of her lovely transformation. No matter how hard she tried, the pink hues of embarrassment refused to fade away from her maidenly visage.
She was curled up on the bed, hugging her naked knees to her tulle-covered breasts, going over her mother’s demonic suggestions as the blanket above her provided the dark, fluffy protection she oh so desperately needed.
This must not be done! We cannot! We shall not! She yelled at herself in futile denial. The plan has been set, her mind made to the oath. Of tender love.
Yes, her image as a princess would be all but ruined, mired into a ravaged damsel by the bandit that was the glib Madlander son.
Her purity thrown out, her chastity left to the sharks. Her cardinal physique locked onto a yang so inferior to her hero's that it was laughable.
Ruined! Tarnished! Defiled and mutilated!
Yet was it worth it? Her mother seemed to think so. In her all too common condescending command, the matriarch had uttered,
"We are immortals, my foolish daughter. We choose what is worth this profound sacrifice that we make. This endless hell that is cultivation. That is love!"
Nanya squirmed as the red hues of her pale skin overtook her foxy ears.
Mother dearest, this is not our dao. And we do not love him!
When she had first heard of the conniving machinations the previous night, of how her mother had trapped her father into a web of inescapable commitment, she was all but elated. Finally, her mother was making sense, she was supporting her cause instead of criticising her virtue. Nanya's feelings were validated by her own creator, her future guided by the strongest female on the planes.
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Yes, indeed, her plan to seduce was a good idea.
But a night of sleep had calmed her over-excited heart.
Supporting her cause?
Our cause is not to seduce some barbarian who only thinks with his impotent groin!
It’s all his fault! That sneaky little traitorous servant. If only he would make the move from start to finish. Yet he would not, his daydreams revealing plans of forcing her dainty little hands.
But she was Su Nanya, the revival fox princess! The honoured revived grace from the south! And she would not be forced!
Under the blanket, her palms moved down her body, her fingers hooking around the elastic threads of her peach-coloured lingerie. She snapped them taught, then slowly, with breaths of fire, pulled them down.
…she wasn’t being forced. Nor tricked. Nor betrayed. She would do what she must, with her own free will.
“That is correct, oh mother dearest. We have our own—.”
A sudden noise interrupted her pondering, the noise of a foot on wood and the light steps of a perverted boy creeping up on her bed.
The door to her queen's suit was opened with the slightest of frictions in a vain attempt to be stealthy. The azure wind made its last snicker of pettiness, then left the realm as the doors closed again. Nanya was seething. She would pose a complaint to the village authorities about this severe negligence later.
In her world, doors did not creak! It interrupted her thoughts, making her heart beat so fast that she feared the intruder would overhear.
But for now,
"You have come," Nanya spoke through quivering lips. She removed the blanket to illuminate the world with her glorious form.
Her curly blonde hair spread out behind as the sunlight reflected off in rainbow hues from the droplets of sweat and tears miring her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered, and the world seemed to shake with it, while her golden pupils stared dead straight at the weak little man casting his rude shadows on her naked body.
Her servant took a deep breath.
"You're gorgeous." He said, and Nanya smiled. The plan was a go.
But we still do not love you, okay!?
They did not wait. The morning started like always, with Ziyou Yung coming up on Nanya like a calm yet pent-up stallion, pushing her down and having his way with-----
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