Accidentally Married A Fox God - The Sovereign Lord Spoils His Wife

The startled fox god pointed a trembling paw as Li Meirong, feeling as if he was in the process of emerging from a drunken stupor.

"Y-y-you! What are you doing?!" Bai Qingyue asked, alarmed. There was only so much his 'vigorous' body could bear!

Li Meirong's brow arched, silently questioning the reason for Snowball's peculiar behaviour.

"What does it look like? I'm undressing so I can get in the tub with you," she answered, stating the obvious. "Don't tell me you want to hog all the medicinal waters to yourself?" 

She was jesting. In truth, she wanted to get in so she would be able to tend to Snowball's wounds properly. She also honestly felt like she could use a warm bath right now.

It was not that Bai Qingyue did not want his wife to join him. He was not sure that there was anything he dėsɨrėd more. No, the issue was that he still had yet to inform her of their actual relationship. His wife was still under the impression that he was a simple little spirit beast. He had hoped to be able to speak with her first, and only then enjoy their time together as a couple, but she went straight ahead to prepare the bath for him, leaving no room for argument.

He had relented to her dėsɨrės as he had figured they could converse afterwards, but he had not thought that she would hop in the tub with him in his fox form. This was not at all what he had planned for!

"Let us use the bath in turns. After I am done, I will wait for you in the cabin and you can bathe in p-privacy…" Bai Qingyue's words trailed off with a stammer at the unintentionally seductive actions of his wife. She had already shed all her upper garments as he pondered, and was wearing only her undėrġȧrmėnts, which bȧrėly concealed anything.

Bai Qingyue had lived far longer than most mortals were even capable of imagining, and was still considered a juvenile among the ranks of ancient gods. In all his life, partially due to the curse cast upon his clan and partially due to his own eccentricities, he had always maintained a certain distance from the opposite sėx. It was not as though everyone in the Celestial Realm knew the exact mechanisms of the curse.

Despite the burden he had been born with, he had endured a nearly endless line of goddesses seeking his 'favour'. After ruthlessly, or as some might say, callously, rejecting many admirers, Bai Qingyue had inadvertently built himself the reputation of a cold, unfeeling man. In his aversion, he had accidentally crafted his image as resembling a lifeless doll, forever beautiful yet without feelings.

Every moment since meeting Li Meirong had been nothing short of a revelation for him. His body reacted in ways he had only previous read about in tales, and while he enjoyed every second of their time together, it was taking every ounce of his self-control to not pounce on her.

Relishing her touch and the feel of her curves against him when she had her clothes on certainly did not stir him with the same intensity as the sight of her nȧkėd, flushed body evoked inside him. Now that she was displayed so invitingly once more, every fibre of his being was eager to finish what he had previously failed to do.

Right now, Bai Qingyue could only hear a faint buzz, his mind going blank. All he could manage to piece together in his stunned state was that it would not be his fault if he devoured her.

She was the one to have offered herself to him first!

"Don't be silly, there's enough room for both of us," Li Meirong replied innocently, pouring salt on the wounds.

"..." Bai Qingyue kept silent. Unfortunately for him, Li Meirong saw no difference between bathing with Snowball and bathing with any infant or pet.

Li Meirong climbed over the lip of the tub, lifting one long, fair leg at a time, and sank gently into the water. Her every movement drew the fox's undivided attention.

When she had fully entered the tub, her bountiful brėȧsts floated atop the water right in front of his snout. Bai Qingyue knew that with just a tilt of his head he would be able to touch the soft bosom practically laid bȧrė before him.

He gulped hard, spellbound. He had never feared for his sanity more than he did right that moment.

'Girl, would it kill you to not torture me for at least one second?' he thought despairingly, furious and excited at the same time. With Li Meirong's underclothes soaked through, the exact shape of her curves was completely, perfectly exposed. The valley between her brėȧsts were more exquisite than the finest work of art he had ever laid eyes on.

And this time, without the aphrodisiac to cloud his senses, without the dimness of night, the sensations triggered by the sight of his wife were heightened to an unbearable level. 

All his blood rushed immediately to his head, and Bai Qingyue felt warm, wet liquid trickling from his nose.

"Oh, no, Snowball," Li Meirong fretted, slender fingers reaching out to wipe the fox's nose. "I think your nose was injured, too!"