The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 102: Female Master, Can You Help Me?
Evangeline leaned against Nix’s shoulder, her voice as light as a feather. "You’ve always remembered me."
"No, we’ve never met." Nix wrapped his arm around her waist. His alluring, curly purple hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his low, hoarse voice sounded as if it were laced with poison. "You only exist in the fears of that good-for-nothing."
As he spoke, he took her chin in his hand and coaxed, "Stay by my side."
Evangeline met his cold, dead eyes with a smile, her red lips parting slightly. "I want a cub."
Nix saw the cold indifference in her eyes. He hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Aren’t you happy with me? What’s so great about a little thing that cries, makes a fuss, and needs to breathe?"
"You want a cub? I’ll make one for you, hmm?" His voice was laced with a cloying, sweet danger.
In an instant, an eerie, jade-green light blossomed from Nix’s fingertip.
Vines grew frantically across the bamboo floor, twisting and tangling until they formed the silhouette of an infant.
The "cub," woven from vines, swayed and then suddenly opened a pair of pupilless eyes.
Nix beckoned, and the little green thing crawled over happily, coiling affectionately around his feet.
He bent down and picked up the "cub." As his pale, slender fingers teased it, the "cub" split its mouth open in a soundless giggle, revealing dense, serrated teeth that spread out in layer upon layer.
Evangeline watched in silence, her eyelashes not even trembling.
Nix gazed at the wriggling "cub" in his arms, his fingertips brushing over its ghastly serrated teeth as he let out a low chuckle.
"You see? It’s so well-behaved. It won’t cry, it won’t make a fuss, and it will never die."
He looked up at Evangeline and tilted his head slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering once. A smile played on his androgynous face, but it was a smile so gentle it was unsettling.
"Let’s make it our cub... It can stay with us forever, all right?"
With that, Nix reached out, offering the vine cub to her. A hint of expectation surfaced in his cold purple eyes.
Evangeline’s gaze fell to the little thing writhing in Nix’s palm, her face devoid of expression.
TSS—
A burst of golden-red flame shot from her fingertip, instantly burning the "cub" and its ghastly serrated teeth to nothing. A gust of wind swept by, leaving only dust on the floor.
Evangeline looked up to meet Nix’s dead eyes, a slight smile touching her red lips. "How ugly."
The corners of Nix’s eyes tilted up, forming an eerie arc.
He gazed at Evangeline, a dark light swirling in his purple pupils, as if admiring a prized possession throwing a tantrum. His low, hoarse voice was thick with indulgence. "If you don’t like it, we can make another."
With a casual flick of his pale, slender fingers, the vines began to squirm eerily again.
"Female master, I can make thousands of cubs, as many as it takes until you’re satisfied."
Evangeline took Nix’s hand and gently wiped the ash from his palm with a handkerchief.
No longer sustained by Nix’s Star Pattern Power, the twisting vines on the ground suddenly went rigid. Then, with a rustle like a receding tide, they withered away, vanishing without a trace.
Nix was a Plant Beastman, born of nature itself. Every inch of him was exquisitely crafted, as if sculpted to perfection.
His hands were pale and slender, and even the lunulae on his nails had a pleasing curve. But to the touch, they were icy cold.
Evangeline’s fingertips brushed against his cold, pale skin as she draped an ink-black robe over him.
Clothes do make the man. The moment the robe settled, Nix’s posture became as straight and tall as a pine tree. His androgynous face held a hint of allure, and his curly purple hair, cascading down his back, seemed to glow with an eerie luster.
He turned his head slightly, his purple eyes resting lightly on Evangeline. "How did you become a Witch?"
"And how did you become the High Priest?" Evangeline asked, leading Nix to the table.
"Try some." She filled a bowl with Spirit Rice and gently pushed it in front of him. The lustrous white grains carried the lingering scent of grass and trees, a fragrance that echoed the rich aroma emanating from Nix himself.
Nix subsisted on moonlight, not mortal grains, but the Spirit Rice was different.
He gazed down at the bowl, his pale fingertips brushing its rim. Instead of using chopsticks, he let a wisp of faint purple light drift from his fingertip. The glow flowed down his slender knuckles and into the bowl, instantly forming a hazy mist.
As the mist surged through his body, the nine-star pattern at the center of Nix’s forehead suddenly lit up, shimmering with golden light.
Evangeline could see the faint pathways of Spiritual Energy flowing beneath his pale skin.
’As expected of plants from the same source.’ For a Plant Beastman like Nix, the Spirit Rice was even more effective.
After a moment, he closed his eyes, his long lashes trembling slightly. A flush bloomed at the corners of his eyes, the crimson color spreading down his cheeks like a Moonlight Flower dusted with morning dew. Even the pale blue veins on his neck were tinged with red.
Evangeline paused. ’Wait,’ she suddenly remembered, ’Spirit Rice doesn’t just increase a Beastman’s Star Pattern Power...’
Nix was always one to indulge his whims, never denying himself anything. The robe he had just put on was already drifting to the floor beneath the bamboo bed.
As he pressed close, his curly purple hair swept across Evangeline’s collarbone, releasing a subtle, dark fragrance.
Evangeline half-closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased. ’Consider it a master’s indulgence of her little pet.’ 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
After all, Nix’s appearance was truly a sight to behold. The vines twining around the bed and his nearly perverse demands all seemed to be nothing more than exotic enhancements to the experience.
’It was a shame, though. He couldn’t transform, couldn’t produce a cub, and couldn’t help her complete her mission.’
Evangeline’s focus wavered for a moment, and she suddenly felt a firm grip on her chin.
Nix’s slender fingers forced her to tilt her head up. The pads of his fingers traced the edge of her red lips suggestively, his low, hoarse voice thick with a dangerous sweetness. "Female master, pay attention. Don’t think about anyone else."
A fractured sound escaped Evangeline’s throat. "I was thinking of you."
’Thinking about how to complete the mission when he had a split personality.’
Nix stared at her for a moment, a dark undercurrent swirling in his eyes.
He suddenly bent his head and bit down on the snow-white neck before him. Blood welled up as their overlapping figures thrashed with a heart-stopping intensity.
"I became the High Priest of the Blackwater Tribe because they begged me."
"There are no rules from The Beast God here. Only slaughter."
"Female master, can you help me... devour that good-for-nothing?"
Backlit, Nix leaned down, his blood-stained lips pressing against her ear. His low, hoarse voice was coated in a cloying poison.
Evangeline was suddenly pulled from her reverie. She stared, stunned, into the darkness of Nix’s purple eyes.
They were entwined for two full days, and the amorous atmosphere in the room had yet to dissipate.
Evangeline lay prone on the bamboo bed, her dark hair splayed out in a tangled mess with Nix’s purple locks.
Her snow-white skin was covered in mottled bloodstains, a shockingly vivid sight.
Nix reclined at her side, his long, elegant fingers gently twirling a lock of her hair, a sated look on his face.
During this entire time, Loras had not appeared once.
This lasted until someone from the Blackwater Tribe arrived at Nix’s residence, their voice full of panic. "High Priest, there’s trouble in the tribe!"
Nix looked up, his eyes frigid. His voice was still thick with the huskiness of unspent passion. "Speak."
The person outside the bamboo house was drenched in a cold sweat, their voice trembling. "In the tribe... people in the tribe are dead! It seems to be a plague! A plague, High Priest! We beg you, please save the Blackwater Tribe!"
