Chapter 63 "Kiss me one more time."...
Bao'e remained motionless.
Suddenly, she exerted all her strength and broke free of the ropes binding her hands.
She looked around, trying to find a place to escape, but saw many pits in the cave wall, as if they had been carved out.
Bao'e muttered, "This kid calls himself king during the day, but secretly works as a stonemason at night."
She saw what looked like a hole above, so she grabbed onto the hole and climbed up to see what was going on.
Unexpectedly, just as she climbed halfway up, the cow suddenly turned back and crashed into the house.
He crashed into the cave wall below her, his horns creating two dents.
The wall shook, and Bao'e fell down, landing face-up on the ox's back.
The fool said, "You rascal, you really don't know the time! In broad daylight, how can you use a blanket to lull me to sleep?"
She rolled off the cliff, and the bull transformed into the Holy Infant King, who grabbed her and roared, "Who's joking with you? I ask you, where are you trying to escape to by climbing up that window!"
Bao'e saw that his face was even redder than his red robe, and couldn't help but say, "Flower and Fruit Mountain."
The Holy Infant King asked suspiciously, "Why are you going to Flower Fruit Mountain?"
"I'll help you with some work and find your relatives."
"Don't talk nonsense! My home is here, what relatives do I have on Flower Fruit Mountain?"
“To tell you the truth, my senior brother has a bunch of monkey spirits under his command.” Bao’e pointed at his face and said seriously, “The monkeys’ butts are all like your face, with two red patches. Could you perhaps go back in time to find out when you were related to them? That way, I can ask you and have more people to visit during festivals in the future.”
The Holy Infant King was so angry that he gritted his teeth, wishing he could sew her mouth shut.
He also felt his face burning, but he wanted to find an excuse: "That scoundrel! He really has a mouth full of nonsense. He was just running around for cultivation and got a little hot, so his face turned red. What kind of kinship does he have with that monkey spirit?"
“She’s a hard worker.” Bao’e nodded. “No wonder she’s turned into a cow, and all four hooves are always moving around.”
The Holy Infant King was furious, yet he was reluctant to leave.
He said, "I was having some fun just now, but it was a bit rushed, and I didn't get to taste the flavor. Kiss me again."
Bao'e lowered her head and said, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
"You dared just now, why do you say you don't dare now?"
"I'm afraid you'll turn into a cow again, running around everywhere, but there's no fodder to feed you."
"This wicked demon is spouting nonsense!" the Holy Infant King said curtly. "The time for cultivation has passed, and it will no longer change."
"I'm afraid that you Rakshasa woman will use your banana leaf fan to blow me to the ends of the earth."
The Holy Infant King laughed: "What does your bickering with me have to do with my mother? Quickly suppress your fear, or I'll send you and your master to that steamer."
Bao'e cursed inwardly: This little beast is truly shameless, treating eating as a form of spiritual practice.
She was about to scold him, but when she saw his handsome face and his lips as red as cinnabar, she felt a burning desire.
Just then, the Holy Infant King stepped forward, bowed, and urged, "Hurry up!"
Good Bao'e, how could she withstand this trial? In the blink of an eye, she was intimate with him.
The infant saint, experiencing pleasure for the first time, remained motionless, his reaction unreadable. His body was taut, more solid than the flaming spear in his hand.
Bao'e loved him as much as she loved her own blood. At first, she had wicked intentions, but after a while, she lost interest.
She asked, "Brother, what if you turn into an iron bull instead of a mad bull?"
The faint blush on the face of the Holy Infant King had not faded.
He punched his head twice to knock back the bull horns that were about to pop out, before saying, "This scoundrel is talking nonsense! I wasn't born knowing how to wield a spear, but now I call myself a king."
He urged her again, and Bao'e had no choice but to step forward once more.
This time, she pressed her lips to his, gently sucking and pecking.
The Holy Infant King finally learned a thing or two, and bit her lip back, grinding it impatiently.
He was burning hot all over, panting heavily, and with a desire to devour her completely, he grabbed her lips and licked or bit them until their lips and tongues went numb, and they were filled with uncontrollable excitement.
After a short while, Bao'e stepped back, covered her mouth, and said, "I'm not playing with you anymore, let's go, let's go, let's go!"
The monster, still in the throes of excitement, its eyes unfocused and panting, angrily retorted, "Why!"
"You don't change into the body of a cow, but you haven't forgotten your cow nature. You only see my mouth as grass to gnaw on. Without a mouth, you can't eat vegetarian food."
Enraged, the Holy Infant King was both ashamed and furious. He left, but he didn't forget to have her tied up and bound to Sanzang.
Bao'e said, "Master, why are you thinking of him? You didn't listen to good advice before, and you suffered this terrible fate, causing him so much hardship. Now that he's here, he'll probably help those demons build stoves and light fires so they can eat you too."
The elder was so frightened that he was in tears and dared not utter a sound.
He finally managed to fall asleep late at night, unable to stay awake any longer.
Bao'e was quite carefree, unafraid of being roasted by fire or steamed in a cage, and slept curled up on the ground.
She was shaken awake from her drowsy state.
She opened her eyes and saw the Holy Infant King squatting beside her.
"Heavens, heavens, I told you not to turn into a bull and charge around, but you wouldn't listen, and now you're barging into my dreams. There's no grass to eat here, so get out of here." She turned over, hugged her rake, and was about to sleep.
Unexpectedly, the monster shook her again: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, this isn't a dream! I've been thinking about it, if you try it with me again, it will definitely be different from before."
Bao'e lay sprawled out, eyes closed, and muttered, "My child, you're really being a bit mischievous. Fine, whatever."
The Holy Infant King indeed bent down and licked her lips.
He savored the moment for a long time, his passion growing stronger. He even learned a kissing technique on his own, prying open her lips and hooking her tongue around, slowly rubbing and sucking it.
Bao'e felt an irresistible itch and unconsciously tilted her head back, raising her arms to encircle his neck.
The Holy Infant King then picked her up, made her sit on his lap, and kissed her.
During a brief pause, he chuckled, panting, "I'm not lying to you, it feels better right now, doesn't it?"
Bao'e gave a muffled reply, her eyes still closed, completely absorbed in the gentle yet satisfying feeling, feeling quite at ease.
She gradually felt that the place she was sitting on was becoming more and more solid, so she took advantage of the mood and slowly began to grind.
Niu Shengying had never experienced such stimulation before. In just a few moments, his brain throbbed and his spine went numb, as if he had fallen into a vast, empty cloud.
The fool suddenly opened his eyes, pointed at him and laughed: "Brother, you're really useless. You can run fast in your ox form, and you're fast right now too."
The Holy Infant King was so ashamed that he glared angrily, wanting to argue back.
But as soon as he got up, he uncontrollably transformed into a bull, hooked her clothes with his horns, and pulled her away. Then, with a swift movement, he ran off.
Bao'e was so happy that she rolled around on the ground, laughing nonstop.
The elder was startled awake and panicked, saying, "Wumiao, why are you going crazy? Are you going to die?"
"No, no!" Bao'e said, "Master, I'm herding cattle."
Sanzang sighed, "My disciple, stop talking nonsense and go to sleep."
Bao'e then held the rake and chuckled to herself.
Meanwhile, Niu Shengying rushed out and hastily bathed, but his shame and anger remained undiminished.
He went out to look for Rakshasa and saw Sun Wukong coming to find him, talking to the Rakshasa woman.
Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, you are too unreasonable. I didn't even use my fists, so why did you use your fan to drive me away? What kind of logic is that?"
The Rakshasa woman thought to herself that this monkey was indeed capable. Her treasure could send people flying 84,000 miles away with a single slap, yet he returned in the blink of an eye.
Thinking of Sanzang bound in the cave, she couldn't help but feel a little panicked, but she didn't show it on her face. She only said, "Sun Wukong, you were with that wicked demon, and you transformed into the Great King to deceive and harm my child. I spared your life because of your relationship with the Great King. How dare you come here to seek death!"
“Sister-in-law, you are too kind. I was just joking with my nephew. Please don’t take offense,” Sun Wukong said with a smile. “I hope you will return my master to me and borrow the Banana Leaf Fan again. I will return it to you once I have helped my master cross the Flaming Mountains.”
Before the Rakshasa woman could respond, the Holy Infant King stepped forward and said, "You impudent monkey, I have no kinship with you. Who is your nephew?"
Without saying a word, he raised his fire-tipped spear and thrust it into his face.
The Rakshasa woman stopped him with one hand, saying, "I don't lend my treasures lightly, Sun Wukong, you can go now."
Sun Wukong said, "I don't lend treasures lightly. Let's return my master and junior sister first."
The Holy Infant King said, "Enough talk, take this!"
He drew his flaming spear and thrust it forward.
"Child, don't hit him," Rakshasa said to the pilgrim. "You are a hero, why bother protecting that monk on his pilgrimage?"
Seeing that the demon was determined not to release the people, Sun Wukong did not say much. He pulled out his staff from his ear, shook it, and it grew to the thickness of a bowl. He then fought with the Bull Saint Infant.
The Rakshasa woman then swung her sword with both hands and met the attack.
It was a fierce battle, with neither side gaining the upper hand.
Seeing that she was no match for him, Princess Iron Fan took out her banana leaf fan and fanned it at the traveler.
But the traveler remained steadfast.
He laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, things are different today, so this fan is useless now."
The Rakshasa fanned its fan again, but it was truly useless.
It turned out that when the Rakshasa woman first used her fan, she actually fanned the pilgrim to Mount Sumeru. He then sought out the Bodhisattva Lingji and obtained a Wind-Fixing Pill from him.
With the Wind-Stabilizing Pill, no matter how she tried to fan the air, she couldn't move it an inch.
The Rakshasa woman panicked and tried to close the door.
Unexpectedly, the Holy Infant King suddenly arranged for a group of lesser demons to bring out five small carts and arrange them according to the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
He then brandished his gun, stepped forward, stood on a small car in the middle, and punched himself twice in the nose.
His nose was bleeding, so he chanted a spell, and fire spewed from his mouth.
In an instant, smoke and fire filled the air.
The traveler used a fire-avoidance technique to rush into the fire in search of a cave entrance.
Unfortunately, he wasn't afraid of fire, only smoke. The smoke made his eyes water, preventing him from searching.
Taking advantage of the situation, the Holy Infant King spat out two more mouthfuls of fire, forcing the pilgrim to retreat in defeat.
He then extinguished the fire and laughed, "This monkey is quite skilled. I am no match for his staff techniques, but he can't do anything to my Samadhi True Fire either!"
The Rakshasa woman pulled him into the cave, but said, "Child, why fight with him? This mischievous monkey is capable; you can't afford to offend him. What treasure in heaven and earth can't he find for you? Just let that monk go."
The Holy Infant King said, "The monk can release her, but Zhu Bao'e cannot."
"What use is she to you?"
Niu Shengying felt somewhat embarrassed.
He hastily wiped the blood from his nose and said to her, "Mother, keep her here so that we can marry. Then we can take her to Mount Hao and become kings together."
He had assumed that the Rakshasa would absolutely refuse.
Unexpectedly, she said, "That works too."
The Holy Infant King asked urgently, "Mother, is it really true?"
The Rakshasa woman said, "This shrew is quite a handful. If she agrees, let her stay. But she's lustful and her heart is fickle; she'll be pleased with any beauty she sees. My son, if she agrees, you must find a way to keep her bound."
"Of course, of course!" The Holy Infant King was arrogant. Holding the Fire-Tipped Spear, he said, "If anyone is shameless enough to secretly seduce her, just kill them."
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Author's Note: This update is early; the actual update will be later tonight, probably around midnight.
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