"I haven't seen you in three years, Sister Zhuxin."

"Aren't you willing to see this Shixuan again?"

Outside the grand main hall of the ancient Fox Palace, a young man clad in white stood poised, a long sword strapped securely to his back.

With starry eyes and brows sharp like a blade, he exuded a handsome and unrestrained charm.

His gaze, full of affection, was fixated on the tightly closed doors ahead.

A peculiar scent, reminiscent of dried grass warmed by the sun, began to waft from his meridians.

This strange aroma was remarkably pervasive, slipping through the cracks and crevices, almost as if it could breach the tightly closed palace doors.

A stunning fox demon sat on her bed inside the ancient palace, separated from the young man by a mere wall, her brows knit in concentration.

She caught a whiff of that unusual herbal fragrance, and an overwhelming heat surged through her.

A flicker of bewilderment crossed her features.

So uncomfortable… I want to pleasure myself!

I want… to mate!

She instinctively squeezed her legs together, her arms wrapping around her large, fluffy pink tail.

"Damn…" she muttered under her breath.

"A top-tier Alpha's pheromones, is it!"

"This really is the smut I wrote!"

Her name is Lu Zhuxin, an unemployed transmigrator with a penchant for crafting novels you can't find on mainstream platforms.

But her journey into this new world feels a tad peculiar.

One evening while strolling, he stumbled upon a stunning woman lying unconscious on the roadside.

Moved by a surge of compassion, Lu Zhuxin brought the beautiful red-haired woman back to his home.

When the woman finally regained consciousness that night, Lu Zhuxin had prepared a delightful dinner, hoping to forge a connection.

However, as soon as she offered the bowl, the red-haired beauty seized Lu Zhuxin's wrist with surprising force.

"Lu Zhuxin!" the woman called out his name.

Lu Zhuxin was taken aback. How did this woman know his name?

They had never met before, yet here she was, recognizing him!

Could this be a childhood sweetheart gifted by the heavens?

"You know me?" Lu Zhuxin asked, his surprise palpable.

"Yes! Of course, I know you!" The beautiful red-haired woman beamed with a smile.

She was truly captivating.

Lu Zhuxin found herself momentarily speechless; this woman was more beautiful than any star on television.

Even slightly disheveled, her elegance was simply undeniable.

"Even if you turn into a speck of dust, I can still recognize you," the red-haired woman declared, her voice growing grittier, her expression twisting with intensity.

"My dear 'Father'!"

"Huh?"

Before Lu Zhuxin could wrap his head around her words, the stunning woman sprang up, seizing him by the neck and slamming him to the ground.

Suddenly, crimson pointed velvet ears burst forth from her hair.

"Fox Girl!!" Lu Zhuxin's mind raced. But where was her fox tail?

"Do you have any idea how I've survived all these years?" The tremor in her voice was palpable.

Her face fell into shadow, lips stretching wide to reveal sharp fangs.

With a swift motion, she pulled a gleaming cleaver from her side and plunged it into Lu Zhuxin's body, each thrust punctuated by her furious words.

"A personal bed-warming fox, is it!"

"Three Immortals Burrowing Cave1, is it!!""Seventy times a night, is it!!""Creampuff, is it!!""Thirty-six children, is it!!"

"How can you write so well!?"

"I broke all nine of my tails just to find you!"

"You're so good at writing, why don't you give it a try yourself!?"

Lu Zhuxin felt the sharp pain of multiple stabbings, a haze descending over his consciousness.

Just before darkness claimed him, a single thought flickered through his mind: "I'll never pick up beautiful women on the roadside; just call the police immediately if you see one!"

When Lu Zhuxin opened her eyes again, she was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

She had transmigrated, now a pink-haired vixen.

The voice calling her name outside belonged to Song Shixuan, the male protagonist of a Cultivation-themed harem smut novel she had written.

The plot of the novel is straightforward:

Song Shixuan, the young master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect—renowned as the number one righteous sect—had fallen off a cliff while battling demons.

But fate had a twist in store. At the bottom, he discovered the inheritance of the ancient Demon Sect of Harmonious Delight.

Beneath his righteous pure yang energy lay a powerful secret technique of the Demon Sect, allowing him to absorb yin energy and accelerate his cultivation through dual cultivation with female cultivators whose yin energy remained intact2.

With this technique, as long as he had countless female cultivators as Living Cauldrons offering their yin energy, his progress could outstrip that of ordinary practitioners tenfold or even a hundredfold.

Thus, the novel unfolded with Song Shixuan relying on his extraordinary talent, continuously captivating various girls, harvesting their yin energy, and skyrocketing his cultivation.

In the end, he would lead his harem beauties to vanquish the Demon Sovereign, pacify the Demon world, and rise to become a ruler of the realm—a true Power Fantasy.

Lu Zhuxin found herself in a predicament, having transmigrated to a moment in time when Song Shixuan had just come into possession of the demon sect's secret technique. He was poised to use the first villain BOSS from her book as a test subject.

And that villain BOSS? It was none other than Lu Zhuxin herself.

She was now the Fox Monarch of the Departed World, Ming Zhaoxi, one of the Four Demon Monarchs of the Demon Realm.

Lu Zhuxin furrowed her brow, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the initial plot.

In her story, the male protagonist, Song Shixuan, had a fateful encounter with Ming Zhaoxi while in the mortal realm, just before he joined the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Why would two beings from such different worlds cross paths? Don't ask, it was all just a stroke of luck.

In this new twist, he intended to use their connection to feign loyalty to Ming Zhaoxi.

He promised to share confidential information from the Lingxiao Sword Sect to win her trust while masking his true intention—getting closer to the alluring Fox Monarch.

With their inherently pure yin constitution, Fox demons were irresistibly drawn to the pure yang energy emanating from a sword cultivator like him.

Before reaching the Fox Palace, Song Shixuan had already taken precautions and planted poison within himself.

Ming Zhaoxi was a force to be reckoned with her cultivation at the eighth realm, the Mahayana stage.

Ordinary methods would fail against her formidable power.

Even the demon sect's secret techniques would be useless.

But Song Shixuan had a cunning plan. He used the demonic technique to amplify the pure yang energy within him, making it effective against the eighth-realm Fox Monarch.

The result? He triggered an irresistible heat within her.

And when Ming Zhaoxi was at her most vulnerable, that was when he would strike, planting the poison in her weakest spot3!

In this way, the powerful and ruthless Demon Monarch would find herself stripped of her cultivation and reduced to a mere plaything for Song Shixuan, a living cauldron.

Now you might wonder how such a mighty Demon Monarch could fall for such a simple ruse. But let's be honest—when it comes to smut, who really needs intricate explanations?

After overcoming a Demon Monarch and ridding the righteous path of a significant foe, the male protagonist quickly garnered fame, rising to the top of the younger generation of cultivators.

Even his ethereal master began to view him differently.

Eventually, the fox demon monarch was captured and taken back to the sect by Song Shixuan, where she would face severe correction!

Lu Zhuxin had added an enticing array of steamy harem scenes, transforming the once fierce and alluring fox demon monarch into a submissive creampuff.

In the end, she wrote a tale where the fox demon monarch, enchanted by Song Shixuan's talent, fell deeply in love with him, willingly becoming the bed-warming fox at his feet.

When the chapter dropped, the reader group erupted in cheers.

"Haha! The way that creampuff was described is just so vivid!"

"The ethereal master should definitely be conquered next!"

"Thanks for the meal! Let's all cheer on the master!"

"I just love it when a bad woman gets disciplined; the more arrogant she is, the more thrilling the discipline, hee hee! Let's rally behind the master!"

"Urge the master +1! I can't wait to see the cold fairy descend into depravity!"

"Urge the master!!"

Damn—!

The memories of that wild excitement brought a headache to Lu Zhuxin.

And as for why pure yang energy could send fox demons into heat?

Well, that was a cheeky little detail Lu Zhuxin snuck into her novel, inspired by her obsession with ABO4 stories back then.

ABO narratives come with a plethora of unique twists, and each writer weaves in their own special elements. The ABO framework lends itself perfectly to explicit scenes and creates a structured world for same-sex childbirth, making it a favorite among BL fanfiction enthusiasts who relish steamy content and pregnancy kink.

Naturally, Lu Zhuxin borrowed a bit of that magic.

To a fox demon, the pure yang energy from a sword cultivator is akin to the pheromones of a top-tier alpha—capable of both suppressing and attracting an omega. It could even spark the fox's heat.

…

Thinking about it now, Lu Zhuxin let out a cold breath.

It's just a transmigration, right?

Just a leap into an old smut novel that can't be serialized on mainstream platforms!

Just a shift into the role of a villain destined to be dominated by the male protagonist!

And, of all things, the villain is a woman!

Damn—!!

What did I do to deserve this?

After her transmigration, Lu Zhuxin stumbled upon a harsh truth. Despite being a fox demon, she had no cultivation whatsoever—only the title of Fox Monarch.

Now, with the lewd male protagonist lurking at the door, ready to burst in at any moment, how could she possibly resist his advances?

[Ding! Smut… cough, system, officially activated!]

A pleasant female electronic voice suddenly echoed in Lu Zhuxin's mind.

Lu Zhuxin blinked in disbelief. "What? A system? I have a system?"

"What kind of system are you?"

[A system is just a system; it doesn't have a name, meow.]

[The system is here solely to assist the host.]

Hearing that flippant tone, Lu Zhuxin couldn't shake the feeling that this thing might be more trouble than it was worth.

"Is my transmigration related to you?" Lu Zhuxin asked, her voice laced with confusion.

[This has nothing to do with the system.]

[The host transmigrated because an awakener was born in the novel world space created by the host's ISF689388 novel.]

[And this awakener has a strong resentment towards the host. This resentment gave her the ability to break through the boundary and travel to reality.]

[The host's body in reality was killed by this awakener.]

[The soul was brought into the novel world by that resentment to replace the original character.]

[Stabbed seventy-two times, the host is so pitiful, tsk tsk.]

"Ah?!" Lu Zhuxin gasped, momentarily stunned.

She pushed aside the system's mocking tone and focused on the woman who had taken her life.

That red-haired woman—was she the original Ming Zhaoxi?

Did she kill me out of resentment for the fate I had crafted for her in the smut?

Her eyes twitched at the thought. She had only written those novels for fun; how couldn't she see how innocent I was?

"Wait, what do you mean by replacement?"

[Oh, the host finally found the key point!]

[The original Ming Zhaoxi has already perished, and everything about her in this small world will be erased. She used her last resentment to turn you into her.]

[After the host entered this small world, the Heavenly Dao of the small world directly used your identity to fill the vacancy of the Fox Monarch.]

[In other words, Ming Zhaoxi doesn't exist; the only Fox Monarch is Lu Zhuxin.]

[This is her last gift to you.]

[Host, are you happy?]

Happy your mother!

Lu Zhuxin felt a surge of anger. Though this system claimed to be there to help her, it felt more like a spectator reveling in her misfortune.

Can this thing even be trusted?

Just as she wrestled with her doubts, she heard footsteps echoing outside the door.