I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon-Chapter 49 - 39: Shooting Arrows with Both Hands, One on Each Side!

Chapter 49: Chapter 39: Shooting Arrows with Both Hands, One on Each Side!

The sun blazed brilliantly overhead, the sky was clear, and sunlight streamed through the window lattice, warming the entire room—yet Chen Mo felt an inexplicable chill rise on his back.

What’s going on?

He had drunk quite a bit last night and, after a fierce battle, fell into a deep sleep as his mind relaxed.

With his current keen Spiritual Sense, he could wake up instantly at the slightest hint of killing intent, so there was no need to worry about an ambush.

Yet, he never expected to wake up to such a scene...

How did these two end up on the bed?

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

Gu Manzhi’s face was as cold as frost, her gaze frostily fixed on Li Yuan.

Her status was exceptional, and now that she had taken off her disguise, being recognized would surely lead to trouble... With this thought, her fingers inside her sleeves formed a spell, already harboring the intent to kill.

Li Yuan felt the hostility, her eyes sharpened, True Yuan gathered in her palm, she said coldly:

"A mere Oiran, do I even need to tell you who I am?"

"Ha, I’m a courtesan, but how much better are you? Climbing onto someone else’s bed in the middle of the night, you shameless slut!"

"Who did you call a slut?!"

"What if I did call you that?"

"You... Chen Mo, say something!"

Chen Mo: "..."

He massaged his temple, resigning himself to say, "Alright, big sister stop nagging the second sister. I was trying to have a good sleep, what is all this fuss about... General Li, why are you here?"

"I came here looking for a drink last night and accidentally went into the wrong room."

Li Yuan’s face showed an unnatural hue as she looked away and spoke.

Gu Manzhi scoffed, "Yeah, right, looking for a drink and ended up on the bed? Coming to the Imperial Music Bureau to steal a man, are you that lonely? You might as well just become a prostitute..."

"You!"

When it comes to arguing, Gu Manzhi could beat ten Li Yuans.

She was already filled with shame and anger, and this provocation caused her rage to surge to her crown, like a tigress she flipped over and struck a palm towards Gu Manzhi!

The fierce wind howled, and the strong pressure made the bed curtains rustle!

Gu Manzhi’s pupils contracted, not expecting Li Yuan to be so strong!

But she was not one to be trifled with either, a green light flashed between her brows.

"Eight-direction Mighty God, the luminous grand essence!"

Just as the green light and the palm strike were about to meet, Chen Mo stepped between them, pressing both women onto the bed.

"Enough from both of you..."

"Let go of me!"

Li Yuan struggled relentlessly, flailing about like a fish out of water.

Chen Mo frowned and, grabbing the belt around her waist, lifted her up and placed her across his lap, slapping her round and perky buttocks.

Slap—

Silence fell in the room.

Li Yuan became as stiff as if she had been hit by a Body Immobilization Technique, her fair face flushed red, as if blood might drip from it.

"Chen Mo, you actually hit me..."

Slap—

"Don’t you dare..."

Slap—

Li Yuan bit her lip, her expression one of both shame and fury, tears seemingly swirling in her eyes as she tremulously said:

"You scoundrel, bullying me..."

Gu Manzhi stood there stupefied.

The woman who had just attacked like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, with just a few slaps, had turned into a little crybaby with tears in her eyes?

Was this technique really that miraculous?

Eh?

Before she could recover, the world spun around her, and Chen Mo pressed her onto his other leg.

Slap—

A crisp sound followed by a burning sting on her backside, accompanied by a tingling sensation that felt like electricity rapidly coursing through her body.

Gu Manzhi’s eyes were vacant, momentarily bewildered.

He actually hit me...

Slap—

"Uhm~"

Gu Manzhi’s pretty face turned red, and an unfamiliar sound involuntarily escaped her throat.

Slap! Slap!

Sticking to the principle of fairness and justice, Chen Mo alternated left and right, his palms striking both sides.

Two full, supple curves trembled slightly, rippling out in layers like water.

Li Yuan, having practiced martial arts since childhood, had not a single bit of excess fat on her body, which was flexible, tight, and highly resilient.

Whereas Gu Manzhi’s figure was even plumper, her skin fair and supple, almost sinking under one’s touch.

Both offered an exceedingly fine tactile experience, difficult to judge superior or inferior, simply characterized by their different merits—

Chen Mo savored the sensation as he spanked her.

At this moment, their faces nearly touched as they looked at each other, then both silently lowered their heads.

... Utterly embarrassed.

After the two had completely stilled, Chen Mo unfulfilled, gave a few more pats and cleared his throat, asking:

"Can we calm down now?"

"..."

Both cheeks were burning hot, and neither uttered a word.

Certainly, there were other ways to calm someone down.

This scoundrel was clearly doing it on purpose, now pretending to be all serious...

At this time, Yu’er came over, leaning on the bed with her buttocks perked up, eagerly saying:

"Lord, it’s my turn now!"

"..."

Chen Mo glanced sideways at Gu Manzhi, his look conveying, "This Wandering Soul you’ve brought, is she serious at all?"

Gu Manzhi blinked innocently, her meaning clear: "Would a serious person come to the Imperial Music Bureau anyway?"

...

After throwing Yu’er out, the room quieted down.

Li Yuan stared at Gu Manzhi, her teeth lightly gnashing as she spoke,

"Chen Mo, what on earth is going on?"

Looking at that flawless, jade-like face, with a charm that captivated, Miss Yu’er was indeed very beautiful, but compared to this woman, she seemed far less striking.

Perhaps even an Oiran might not compare.

"One Yu’er wasn’t enough, to have three people together... It’s utterly absurd!"

Thinking this, Li Yuan felt an even sharper pang of jealousy.

Chen Mo shook his head, "It’s not what you think, she’s my informant in the Imperial Music Bureau."

"Informant?"

Li Yuan was slightly startled.

Chen Mo reached into his chest, pulling out a bronze oil lamp, saying, "Last night, I sensed someone following me in secret, so I purposely lured them here. They were from the Devouring Ghost Sect, here to avenge Qin Wuxiang..."

"Unfortunately, they still managed to escape, leaving only this behind."

Li Yuan looked at the bronze oil lamp, emitting a foul, malevolent aura, truly the artefact of a Ghost Cultivator, her expression immediately turning grave.

She had personally witnessed the bizarre methods of Ghost Cultivators, asking with concern:

"Are you hurt?"

Chen Mo shook his head, "No, just a bit tired, I slept here last night."

Li Yuan, previously too emotionally stirred to notice, now realized their clothes were properly worn, deducing that probably nothing happened.

The gloom in her heart cleared instantly, and recalling her behavior just before, she was mortally embarrassed, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

"I’ll call someone to search; we must dig three feet into the ground if necessary to find him!"

Saying this, she was about to get up and leave.

Chen Mo swiftly stopped her, "No need, a night has passed, and they could be anywhere by now. Moreover, they were severely injured by me; whether they can survive is uncertain, and I doubt they could stir any more trouble."

The body is in the Sumeru Bag, what’s there to search for?

If they implicated Gu Manzhi, that would be troublesome...

Li Yuan nodded, finding that reasonable.

"Mhm, I’ll listen to you."

Gu Manzhi sized up the pair, anyone could see something was amiss between them.

What did Chen Mo just call her?

General?

This man actually didn’t spare even his colleagues...

Gu Manzhi, feeling sour, couldn’t resist pinching his waist.

"Hisss!"

Chen Mo’s expression changed slightly.

"What’s wrong?"

Li Yuan thought he might have some hidden injury, her hands starting to feel around, checking him.

Gu Manzhi, seeing this, pinched even harder, twisting the soft flesh around his waist several times counterclockwise.

Chen Mo’s face was almost green with pain as he gritted his teeth and said:

"No, it’s nothing..."