Rebelious jiangshi

Tang Xiaoqing's breath hitched, but it wasn't the warm, rhythmic breath of a living girl. It was a shallow, cold intake of air that barely moved her chest. She scrambled to sit up, her pale limbs feeling strangely heavy yet eerily powerful.

As she looked around the dim, eerie cave, her eyes landed on a figure standing near the entrance. It was him. **her new master**

Her heart or where her heart used to beat thudded with a mixture of pure, unadulterated rage and a deep, soul crushing humiliation. She saw his shy, almost timid posture, the way he hovered awkwardly as if he were afraid of his own shadow. To anyone else, he looked like a harmless, wimpy cultivator, but to Tang Xiaoqing, he was the architect of her nightmare.

*That wimp! That pathetic, trembling coward!* she screamed internally.

She looked down at her own body, realizing she was still unclad, her pale skin shimmering under the dim light of the cave. Her mind immediately spiraled into the dark, scandalous depths of her own imagination.

*Of course!* she thought, her face flushing a light, dusty pink despite her undead complexion. *He didn't just refine me into a jiangshi to have a bodyguard. He did this so he could have a permanent, beautiful plaything! Look at him, acting all shy and timid... it's a trap! He’s probably waiting for me to get undressed so he can use those weak looking hands to pin me down!*

Her thoughts became increasingly vivid and scandalous, a testament to her hidden, perverted nature. *He probably wants to spend all night exploring every inch of this pale skin. He’ll act like he’s too embarrassed to even look at me, but the moment he gets a chance, he’ll be all over me... tasting me, making me moan until my lightning spiritual root sparks from the sheer pleasure! He wants to turn me into a mindless, lewd doll that only exists to satisfy his every whim!*

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She hated how detailed her thoughts were. She hated that her mind went straight to the sensation of his lips against her neck, or the thought of him being "gentle" while he actually intended to ruin her virtue.

"You!" she barked, her voice trembling with a mix of indignation and a strange, involuntary heat. She tried to summon her dignity, even while being naked in a demonic cave. "Don't just stand there staring like a lecherous fool! Are you waiting for me to beg for your attention? Or are you just waiting for the 'right moment' to start your disgusting, shameless ministrations?!"

She glared at him through her messy blonde bangs, her blue eyes burning with lightning infused fury. "Don't think your shy act fools me! I know exactly what kind of degenerate you are! You want to use this body, don't you? You want to turn a proud daughter of the Heaven Punishing Lightning Palace into your personal... your personal... *thing*!"

She couldn't even bring herself to say the word 'slut' out loud, her face turning a deeper shade of red. "Well, you can dream! Even if my body obeys you, my soul will strike you with thunder every time you try to get close!"

He recoiled, his shoulders hunching up toward his ears, and he looked down at his feet, his face turning a bright, embarrassed crimson. He looked less like a dark master of the Corpse Peak and more like a startled rabbit caught in a trap.

"N no! Not at all!" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, trembling with genuine sincerity. He waved his hands frantically in front of him, as if trying to ward off her accusations. "I swear by the heavens, Tang Xiaoqing! I haven't thought of... of such scandalous things! You are a guest, a... a precious companion! To think of you in such a... a lewd manner is almost too much for my heart to bear!"

He took a small, hesitant step backward, looking genuinely wounded by her insults. "I only wanted someone to share the silence of the cave with... I would never be so shameless as to treat a genius of the Lightning Palace like a common... a common..." He couldn't even finish the sentence, his voice trailing off into a shy mumble.

Tang Xiaoqing let out a sharp, derisive snort, crossing her arms over her large chest to try and cover herself though it did little to hide her curves.

*Liar! Absolute, unmitigated liar!* she screamed in her mind. *Look at him! That stuttering, that blushing... it's the perfect camouflage! He's playing the 'innocent wimp' so that when he finally 'breaks,' the shock will make me even more submissive! He's probably imagining the taste of my skin right now, pretending to be shy while his mind is filled with the most depraved, unspeakable thoughts of a man!*

The very thought of a man especially one as "soft" as him touching her made her skin crawl with a mixture of disgust and an annoying, traitorous spark of heat. She was a woman who loved the strength and grace of women; the idea of a man's clumsy, heavy hands on her was an affront to her very existence.

"Oh, spare me your pathetic act!" she snapped, her blue eyes narrowed into slits. " 'A precious companion'? Is that what you call a woman you've stripped of her life and turned into a corpse? You're just waiting for me to grow accustomed to your presence, aren't you? You're waiting for the moment my guard is down so you can swoop in with that 'gentle' demeanor and turn me into your little undead concubine!"

She leaned forward, her messy blonde hair falling over her face, her expression fierce. "Don't think your 'shyness' works on me! A man is a man, and a man with a corpse is a man with a prize! You might act like a wimp, but behind those trembling eyes, you're probably dreaming of how much a lightning infused body would... would... *react* to your touch!"

She shuddered, a visible tremor running through her pale frame. "Ugh! Just looking at you makes me want to summon a thundercloud to strike this cave into dust! Stop looking at me with those watery eyes! It's disgusting! It's... it's... *shameless!*"