The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 93: Like a Brother!

"You wouldn’t—"

But he would.

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"Ngghk!" A’Jin gagged as the tip of his dragon smacked against her lips, a sour musk making her nose wrinkle.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Su Xiaobai thrust into her mouth, his hands gripping her head like reins.

"Gllrrkkk—!"

Her cheeks bulged, her throat tightening around him as the once-proud First Sister found herself choking on his "Dragon." Her emerald eyes glared daggers at him, but her muffled gags betrayed her helplessness.

The other women began to stir awake, their groggy eyes landing on the scene before them.

"Is... is that First Sister?" Rong Xin blinked, rubbing her eyes as though she couldn’t trust them.

"Wow," Mei Lian muttered, still trembling. "Her throat’s doing better than mine..."

Su Xiaobai groaned, slamming into A’Jin’s mouth one last time before releasing.

Splurt.

"Gwaakk!" A’Jin’s eyes shot wide as warmth flooded her mouth, some dribbling down her chin as Su Xiaobai pulled free.

Splurt!

Another wave splattered across her flushed face and tangled hair, leaving her drenched and utterly humiliated.

"You—cough..." A’Jin tried to speak, her voice raspy, but the words caught in her throat. Before she could recover, the creak of the door interrupted her.

Her gaze, still hazy and furious, shifted to the figure stepping inside. A dark-haired woman stood in the doorway, exuding an air of dangerous charm, her waist wrapped in tight, devilish black robes.

"Seventh Sister?" A’Jin muttered weakly, her voice tinged with disbelief, as though she’d just seen a fallen angel walk into a den of sin.

Five more women peeked in, their curious expressions turning to shock. "Why’s it smell like... oh..."

Their jaws dropped as they took in the sight: A’Jin, kneeling and drenched. The room reeked of sweat, sourness, and pure debauchery.

"What the hell is going on?" one of them asked, wide-eyed.

Su Xiaobai turned toward them, his grin growing even wider. "What’s going on? Your turn, of course."

That was the last thing they heard before being thrown into the fray.

By the time Su Xiaobai finished, the room was filled with the scent of sweat and the groans of ’twelve’ thoroughly plundered women. They lay sprawled across the floor and bed, their limbs twitching, their faces flushed, and their moans echoing faintly.

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Back in time, as soon as the women released Yu Feng, she snatched up her clothes and bolted like a rabbit fleeing a hawk.

BAM!

The door slammed behind her, and she darted into the living area, her chest heaving. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, ensuring none of those shameless women were around.

"... they let me go," she muttered, wiping the sweat off her brow.

Spotting a shadow under the table, she ducked down, tucking herself in like a thief hiding from patrol guards.

If Su Xiaobai ever saw her "hiding technique," he’d probably keel over laughing before dying of second-hand embarrassment.

"Tch. That man better finish whatever nonsense he’s up to." Her brows furrowed, and she hugged her knees, trying to calm her racing heart.

But then—it started.

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At first, it was faint. Barely a murmur from upstairs. But then, like a dam bursting, the moans rolled down the staircase, drowning the silence.

"Aahhhh~!"

"Mmmghhh~ Master, I want your monkeyyyy~!"

Thud!

Yu Feng’s head hit the underside of the table, her entire face heating up like she’d just walked into a furnace.

"What... what the hell is going on up there?!" she thought, her composure slipping. Clapping her hands over her ears, she curled into herself, trying to block out the obscene sounds.

But it was no use. The vulgar symphony continued, each moan more shameless than the last.

"Is he taming wild beasts?" she thought, gritting her teeth.

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Time crawled by. Minutes turned to hours.

Yu Feng’s patience burned away like incense at an altar. Her frazzled hair and bloodshot eyes made her look like someone who’d spent the night fighting demons.

By dawn the next day, her hands were trembling from frustration.

She peeked out from under the table, her face dark.

"Why hasn’t he come out yet?! Is he planning to die in there?"

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she climbed out and marched upstairs, her steps light but purposeful.

When she pushed open the door, her eyes widened, her body freezing mid-step.

"...What in the heavens?"

The room looked like the aftermath of a siege. Twelve naked women sprawled across the bed, tangled limbs and heaving chests everywhere. The scent of sweat and something else in the air like a curse.

And in the middle of it all, buried underneath was Su Xiaobai. His face was barely visible beneath a mountain of heavenly peaks, his body limp and unmoving.

Yu Feng stared, her eye twitching.

"This man... actually died under a pomegranate skirt."

A dry laugh escaped her lips as she pinched her nose to block the overwhelming stench, she cautiously stepped closer, poking his shoulder. No response. She poked again, harder. Still nothing.

"...You unbelievable fool."

Her expression darkened as she grabbed his limp and naked body, groaning under his weight as she hauled him onto her shoulders.

"Why are you so heavy? Did you absorb their essence along with their shamelessness?"

Each step made her regret her choices more. The room squelched with every movement, the sticky sounds making her gag.

"This smells worse than a beast’s mating den. And to think I’m stuck dragging your filthy corpse," she mumbled, her tone dripping with disdain.

As she staggered toward the exit, her eyes swept over the carnage one last time.

And with that, Yu Feng escaped the Pleasure Pavilion, Su Xiaobai’s disgraceful body slung over her shoulders like unwanted baggage.

She dragged Su Xiaobai out just in time.

Barely an hour later, A’Jin stirred awake, her body stiff but her mind clear as a cloudless sky.

Her sharp eyes swept the room, her expression darkening as she failed to spot Su Xiaobai.

"...Gone," she muttered, her jaw tightening. That little bastard ran off!

She gritted her teeth, slamming her hand down in frustration—only for it to land squarely on Mei Lian’s plump buttocks.

Smack!

"Ugh… First Sister, why are you spanking me?" Mei Lian groaned, her eyes fluttering open. Her voice was half-annoyed, half-dreamy.

"Shut up!" A’Jin barked, her glare sharp enough to make the other women stir nervously. She swept her gaze over the room, lips curling with disdain. Idiots, all of them.

A’Jin’s frustration grew. Compared to Su Xiaobai’s limp corpse-like exit, she was far better off. Her body, though a little sore, could’ve gone for days if it weren’t for the overwhelming Yin Qi she had absorbed. She cracked her neck, sneering inwardly. Su Xiaobai was damn lucky it wasn’t an aphrodisiac. Otherwise, she’d have plowed him into the afterlife herself.

Her legs, long and smooth, staggered briefly before she steadied herself, her thighs brushing together. Every step felt like a reminder of last night’s ridiculous events.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed a brush and paper, her hand moving swiftly as she wrote a letter. The message was direct and aimed at the Xiantian Sect—her frustration bleeding into every stroke of ink.

Sealing the letter, she placed it in a jade pouch and handed it to her most trusted messenger.

Her eyes narrowed as the messenger vanished into the distance. "Let’s just hope no enemy forces intercept it," she muttered. Not that she truly cared anymore—her frustration was laser-focused elsewhere.

The soreness in her thighs? It was more than just physical pain. Her pride had taken a hit too. That memory flashed in her mind, bringing fresh waves of humiliation: when she’d tried to strangle Su Xiaobai with her thighs, fully intending to crush his neck like a melon.

But no. That slippery bastard had to pull some ridiculous trick!

His body had hardened—literally! The idiot somehow turned his flesh into jade mid-squeeze, leaving her thighs trembling in pain instead of his throat.

She’d let out a scream of pure agony, clutching her legs while Su Xiaobai lay there smirking like the smug pest he was. That stupid look on his face, like he hadn’t just ruined her attempt at revenge, still haunted her.

The memory burned like a flame. Her fists clenched. "Next time, I’ll crush him with more than just my thighs, that smug little piece of—"

Whoosh!

A streak of light burst from the room as A’Jin rocketed outside, her anger boiling over. She tore through the air, heading straight for the woods.

She didn’t care who it was—bandits, wandering cultivators, or innocent passersby—someone was going to feel her wrath tonight. If they were dumb enough to cross her path, they’d be lucky to leave with a single tooth still intact.

Her thoughts raged as she sped through the forest. "Little Ant! I’ll make you regret being born! But first, let me break someone else’s face to warm up!"

Somewhere deep in the woods, a group of bandits lounging around a campfire suddenly shivered, their instincts screaming that something terrible was coming.

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"Aw…"

Somewhere in Yunnan City, a man groaned pitifully, clutching his jewels like a farmer protecting his last grains of rice. His legs quivered; his face was pale—an image of a man drained dry, left with nothing but a limp rod and memories of sinful bliss.

"You brought this upon yourself," Yu Feng said coolly, seated on a log with the dignity of a queen. Her eyes didn’t waver as she glanced at the sprawled figure beside her.

Su Xiaobai lay like a corpse dumped in the gutter, his vitality stolen by those brothel vixens.

The mission? Destroyed.

Their reputation? Shattered.

Babysitting him? Worse than death.

Her patience was wearing thin, but she wouldn’t leave until he woke up.

Su Xiaobai’s brows twitched. Pain stabbed through his body, and hazy memories clawed at his mind. Slowly, his eyes opened, heavy with exhaustion.

And there she was.

Her disguise was gone.

Sharp eyes glittered coldly, crescent brows like blades. Her face—smooth as jade and cruelly perfect—was the kind of beauty that made men forget their own mortality. Yet, her lips curled faintly, mocking and disdainful.

His chest tightened, but his shameless grin came naturally.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"Humph. Immensely," Yu Feng replied, her tone as sharp as her gaze.

Su Xiaobai’s grin widened. His body moved slowly, lazily, like a beast awakening from slumber. "If you care for me so much, why not massage it for me?"

Yu Feng’s brows arched. "Massage what?"

"This," he said with a smirk, grabbing her hand and shoving it into his robes.

Time froze.

Her fingers touched something warm and firm, pulsing with heat—alive, monstrous.

For a moment, Yu Feng’s mind went blank. Then her expression turned to ice. Without hesitation, she ripped her hand free, her killing intent spilling out like a flood.

Whoosh!

A black spear appeared in her grip, its dark tip shinning with an ominous light. "Do that again, and I’ll cut it off."

Su Xiaobai chuckled, utterly unrepentant. "Relax. It’s not like I planned it. Besides, you? A woman? Don’t flatter yourself."

Her grip on the spear tightened, her knuckles whitening.

"What did you just say?"

"You’re like a brother to me," he said, completely unfazed. Dusting himself off, he even dared to pat her shoulder, his grin as infuriating as ever. "See? My good brother!"

Hiss!

The spear trembled.

Yu Feng exhaled slowly, suppressing the urge to skewer him on the spot. This idiot was fortunate she hadn’t crushed his throat.

"Let’s move," Su Xiaobai said, rising to his feet. He stretched leisurely, as though he hadn’t just dodged death. "You wouldn’t want your ’brother’ to leave you behind, would you?"

Her eye twitched.

The corner of her lips curled downward. Very soon, she thought darkly. Very soon, she’d teach this man what regret truly meant.

Then the heavens roared.

"Here he is!"

The voice echoed like thunder, shaking the earth and snapping Yu Feng out of her thoughts.

Su Xiaobai’s brows twitched. He glanced upward, his irritation barely masked. Now what?

A figure hovered in the sky, his dark-circled eyes blazing with hatred...