Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder - Chapter 545: Ch 545 - No matter how long it takes, your aunt will wait for you.
Chapter 545: Ch 545 – No matter how long it takes, your aunt will wait for you.
When Yino pinned her down and poured out his possessive desires, Xinyao felt her mind go completely blank. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and time seemed to stop for her. She stared up at Yino’s face with a dazed, foolish expression.
She remembered what Ilya had told her when she was small…
Poor little thing. Someone treats you slightly well, and your brain just stops working.
A stupid bird like you will be eaten alive by bad people once you go out into the world.
Back then, Xinyao was only ten years old. She was a kite demon abandoned in the Demon Abyss. She had been caught stealing and fled into the forbidden grounds where an ancient evil god was sealed just to stay alive. The thugs from the mining area were terrified of the god imprisoned there. They didn’t dare follow her. They just stood outside and mocked the stupid bird girl, certain she was dead.
An ancient evil god… It had to be a three-headed, six-armed monster that ate people without spitting out the bones. The young Xinyao believed she was doomed. She was terrified of disturbing the monster, so she just curled up in the corridor of the ancient palace and shivered.
Late that night, a phoenix cry that touched the soul echoed from deep within the palace. The cry was long and melodious, yet it carried a heavy, infectious sorrow. Perhaps the inferior genes of the feather demon in her body resonated with the ancient phoenix bloodline.
When Xinyao snapped out of it, she found herself peeking through a doorway. Her eyes were full of both longing and fear as she looked at the phoenix girl at the end of the dungeon. The girl was draped in fallen black feathers. In Xinyao’s eyes, her beauty couldn’t be described by mortal words like Goddess or Ethereal beauty. She possessed a beauty that made Xinyao’s soul instinctively want to submit. This was the source power of the leader of all demons.
“Ah… Ah…”
The black-feathered phoenix demoness, bound by heavy iron chains, looked up and met the little kite demon’s eyes. Xinyao immediately bowed.
“Don’t! Don’t kill me! I didn’t mean to intrude! Please have mercy!”
Xinyao turned to run. But her legs were weak. She didn’t make it two steps before she tripped over the threshold and tumbled like a little ball of fluff.
So stupid…
The black-feathered girl in the dungeon scoffed.
Little thing, tell me stories about the outside world.
Xinyao stayed flat on the ground. Her survival instinct had triggered a play dead mechanism. Her body was stiff and curled into a ball.
Come here now, or I’ll eat you.
“Eyah!”
The command overrode her fear. Xinyao’s body moved against her will. She scrambled up and knelt before the dungeon bars. That was how her story with Ilya began.
Later… Ilya took pity on her and made Xinyao her little servant. Ilya taught her Cultivation Methods and the laws of survival in the Demon Abyss. She even taught her how to refine ancient phoenix essence blood. Year after year, the dirty little kite demon transformed into the beauty with pale gold phoenix feathers she was today.
Later… Ilya told her about a woman named Changli who was the National Advisor for a dynasty to the east. Even though Ilya hated that woman, she gave Xinyao a feather as a recommendation. She guided the now-grown Xinyao to leave the Demon Abyss and seek out Changli.
Later… when Ilya spent ten years gestating a phoenix egg, it was Xinyao who took the initiative. She took the egg, which still had a pulse of life, to the Great Dragon Dynasty to entrust it to Changli.
Today, Xinyao was no longer that little kite demon girl. She had cultivated her phoenix feathers and overcome her natural cowardice. She wouldn’t shake with fear just because someone was mean to her, and she wouldn’t freeze up just because someone showed her kindness…
She had become smart. She completed missions for Changli perfectly and handled various factions in Western Province City as the Pavilion Master of Hundred Spirits Pavilion.
But… for some reason, when Yino pinned her wrists and grabbed her waist under the tree, her stupid little brain felt that same blankness she had felt when she first met Ilya. And this time, by the time she snapped out of it, Yino was about to kiss her.
What should she do? Should she really have an affair with her benefactor’s child just for her own selfish desires? The image of the black-feathered phoenix woman’s cold gaze flashed in her mind.
No!
I won’t keep acting like this!
After a hundred years, Xinyao’s logic finally defeated her cowardly nature. Yino was caught off guard by her sudden resistance and his grip loosened. Xinyao turned her blushing face away and bit her lip. She twisted her body to break out of Yino’s kabedon trap. At the same time, she used her small foot wrapped in an embroidered sandal to stomp hard on Yino’s toes.
Yino hissed in pain and backed off. This gave Xinyao a chance to breathe and cool down her overheating brain.
“You brat, are you crazy!”
“I’m your Auntie! Do you realize what stupid things you just said!”
She stopped pampering the boy. She glared at Yino with phoenix eyes full of embarrassment. Yino stood there in the wind, looking helpless and confused.
“Sorry…”
He swallowed hard. Seeing that Xinyao wasn’t joking, he forced himself to be rational. He looked away, sounding unwilling. “I thought… you had feelings for me too, Auntie.”
“I…”
Xinyao froze again. The words were stuck in her throat. Her eyelashes, wet with tears, fluttered. It felt like that indescribable emotion was taking over her mind again. Her face, full of resentment as she bit her lip, became indecisive once more.
He was right. Xinyao had realized long ago that her doting on this boy had changed. But she couldn’t tell if this was romantic love or just her kite instincts craving the ancient phoenix bloodline inside Yino.
She couldn’t distinguish it. She was born a low-level kite demon. In the order of the Phoenix Clan, lower birds naturally worshiped the true phoenix… Back then, her submission to Ilya was genetic. Even now, she didn’t know if she liked Yino or if she was just addicted to the phoenix scent he inherited from Ilya.
Over the years, she felt a deep sense of guilt. Every time she visited Ilya, she would talk about how Yino was doing in Luo City, hoping for guidance. But Ilya was always uninterested. Now, Yino had finally brought their unspoken feelings into the light.
“Even if I like you, you can’t be putting your hands on your Auntie yet…”
She lowered her gaze, her aggressive tone softening. Her blushing face told the whole story. Yino felt that familiar illusion of being loved again. But after being rejected once, he didn’t dare to charge in again. He kept a safe distance, staring at this contradictory girl.
He thought Xinyao might be hesitating because of his mother or Changli… That was why she had to maintain the Auntie title. That had to be it. Otherwise, why was she blushing so hard? Why had she spent years spoiling him and allowing so much physical contact?
“You little pervert! You’re only at the Nascent Soul stage! You think your wings are strong enough to kiss your Auntie?”
Xinyao noticed the weird atmosphere and acted like a brat. She puffed out her cheeks and put her hands on her hips, glaring at the young man in white. Her haughty posture and small stature created a massive contrast. Standing in front of Yino, she triggered a massive urge in him to possess and discipline her.
Yino had two types he couldn’t resist. One was the cold, domineering beauty like Yuyan. The other was a bratty girl who needed a good pounding like Jinyue… Right now, Xinyao looked exactly like the second type.
“But isn’t Auntie only at the Core Formation stage?”
Yino remembered sparring with her at the Hundred Spirits Pavilion and laughed. After leaving the Liuli Illusion Realm, his cultivation had skyrocketed. Now that he was at the Nascent Soul stage and had several ancient artifacts, he could hold his own even against someone at the Divine Transformation stage. This power was the source of his confidence to pin his Auntie down today.
“Core Formation?”
