Spicy Snow Fish Hot Pot and the Restless Tail

As night fell, the cold wind outside Broken Gold Town remained piercing, but inside the dining room of the Rose Courtyard, the atmosphere was steaming hot and everyone's faces were glowing red.

In the center of the dining table, a specially made brass divided pot was bubbling and boiling.

One half was a milky white bone broth, while the other half was a hell-level spicy soup base that Lynch had personally stir-fried after purchasing a large amount of spices from the market that afternoon.

The rich scent of beef tallow mixed with the overbearing aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and Dahongpao chilies. Like miniature fire bombs constantly exploding in the air, the smell instantly dominated the olfactory domain of the entire dining room.

Cough, cough... Lynch, what kind of poison did you put in this pot?

Lokina coughed violently, choking on the overbearing spiciness. Tears even welled up in her golden eyes. This smell... is even more pungent than the sulfur in the abyss!

You just don't understand. This is called a spicy hot pot. Not eating this during the winter in the Northern Territory is simply a letdown to life itself.

Lynch skillfully tossed a few slices of snow fish, cut as thin as cicada wings, into the boiling red oil, gently stirring them a couple of times with a slotted spoon.

The moment the snow-white, crystal-clear fish meat touched the boiling red oil, it curled up slightly, taking on an enticing bright red hue.

Here, wifey, try this. Freshly cooked snow fish rolls, the meat is at its most tender.

Lynch picked up the fish from the slotted spoon and thoughtfully placed it into the dipping bowl in front of Felsy.

Mhm...

Felsy reservedly picked up her chopsticks, grabbed the slice of fish still dripping with red oil, and took a small bite.

Boom!!!

The moment the fish touched her taste buds, an unprecedented stimulation, like a burning flame, mixed with the strange, electric-shock-like numbing sensation of the peppercorns, rushed straight to the top of Felsy's head!

As a witch who used to only drink high-grade dew and eat exquisite French cuisine, when had she ever experienced such a taste baptism of a physical and magical double critical strike?

Ugh!

Felsy suddenly widened her eyes, and a layer of mist instantly covered her purple pupils.

Spicy! It was too spicy!

But... after this extreme spiciness, the natural sweetness of the snow fish was perfectly brought out. That irresistible, refreshing sensation even caused the originally calm magic power inside her body to faintly stir.

What's wrong, wifey? Is it too spicy?

Lynch looked at Felsy's cheeks, which had instantly turned bright red, a hint of imperceptible slyness flashing in the depths of his eyes. If you aren't used to it, just cook it in the white broth.

Who... who said I'm not used to it.

Felsy stubbornly swallowed the fish and took a deep breath, trying to maintain her persona of an elegant noblewoman. The taste... is barely passable. I... I can still eat more.

Saying that, she picked up a piece of magic-patterned beef soaked in red oil and shoved it into her mouth with a look of facing death unflinchingly.

Facts proved that when it came to spicy hot pot, there was either zero times or countless times.

In less than half an hour, the usually aloof and majestic Lady Witch had completely succumbed to this boiling brass pot.

Phew... it's so hot...

Felsy's fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her breathtakingly beautiful face was dyed with a charming flush due to the stimulation of the spice.

She took off her thin outer shawl, wearing only a form-fitting silk dress.

As her body temperature continued to rise and the spiciness kept stimulating her, the shadow magic power within her body began to show extremely slight signs of boiling.

And this boiling brought about an extremely fatal side effect.

The Alternate Dimension Storage Magic she used to hide her demonic traits began to destabilize!

Oh no...

Felsy acutely felt that the tail, originally forcefully folded into the dimensional gap at her lower back, was trying to break through its restraints and stretch out for some fresh air due to the fluctuations in her magic!

It was an extremely unbearable sore and swollen sensation.

It was like having one leg tightly stuck on an extremely crowded bus, and it kept cramping up!

It can't come out... it absolutely cannot come out here!

Felsy roared frantically in her heart. While mechanically stuffing vegetables into her mouth with her chopsticks, she desperately mobilized the remaining reason in her body to suppress that restless tail.

However, the hot pot was too spicy!

Most of her attention was drawn to the electric numbing and spicy sensation on the tip of her tongue, causing the magic suppressing her tail to intermittently falter.

Squish—

Finally, the moment Felsy took a sip of iced plum juice, a loophole appeared in her defense.

That slender, flexible black tail with a heart shape at the end slipped out silently from the gap in the alternate dimension like a little snake that had finally gained its freedom, drooping down along the hem of her skirt onto the sofa cushion.

Buzz!

Felsy's mind instantly went completely blank.

She did not dare to look down, nor did she dare to make any large movements. She could only sit in an extremely stiff posture, trying to use the hem of her skirt to cover the exposed part.

However.

Lynch, who was sitting next to her, was an old hunter with excellent eyesight and long-premeditated plans.

In fact, ever since they started eating the hot pot, Lynch's peripheral vision had never left Felsy's lower back.

He had long noticed the abnormality in Felsy's sitting posture today. She kept twisting her body from time to time, and her back never leaned against the sofa, as if something extremely sensitive was hidden there.

Coupled with that fleeting furry sensation in the blankets last night...

Hehe, it seems tonight's spicy offensive has taken effect.

Lynch secretly rejoiced in his heart.

He picked up a glass of water and leaned over, pretending to be concerned. Wifey, you're sweating a lot, let me wipe it for you.

Saying that, Lynch took out a handkerchief and leaned in next to Felsy in an extremely natural manner.

And the moment he got close, his left hand, which seemed to be casually resting on the sofa, silently slid along the edge of the sofa cushion and reached toward Felsy's back.

No need... I'll do it myself...

Felsy's entire body tensed up, and her voice even changed its pitch.

Her demonic perception was extremely sharp. She could clearly feel that Lynch's fingers were like a mine-clearing engineer, inching closer and closer to her high-risk zone!

What does he want to do?! Could he have found out?!

Felsy was burning with anxiety. She tried to use her willpower to control her tail to quickly retract.

But that tail, which had been cooped up for far too long, was extremely enjoying the cool air outside at this moment, and even playfully swept gently across the sofa cushion.

Right at this critical moment.

Lynch's fingertips touched something extremely soft, slightly cool, and covered with fine fuzz!

The moment that thing touched Lynch's fingers, it jerked back suddenly as if it had been electrocuted!

Caught it!

Lynch was ecstatic in his heart.

This texture! This flexibility! This is definitely not the fabric of a dress!

This is the legendary tail of a succubus, dragon girl, or fox demon—a chaotic stew of fetishes in Lynch's brain!

This is the whole meaning of my transmigration to another world, haha!

Lynch reached back, wanting to grab that slipping fox tail.

However, Felsy was a demoness after all.

At the moment of stimulation, the instinctual reaction of a high-tier demon saved her.

Slap!

Almost as a conditioned reflex, Felsy spun around and slapped Lynch's wicked large hand.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the dining room.

Sitting opposite them and fiercely struggling with a piece of beef tripe, Lokina was so startled that she dropped her chopsticks.

"What... what are you guys doing?" Lokina stared in bewilderment at the two who had suddenly resorted to domestic violence.

Lynch clutched the back of his reddened hand. Instead of getting angry, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"It is nothing, Teacher Lokina."

Lynch shook his hand and looked at Felsy, whose face was completely red and eyes darting away. He said with a beaming smile, "Just now there was a... very cute little mouse trying to sneak a bite. I was just about to catch it. What a pity, I let it get away."

"A little mouse?"

Lokina frowned. "How could there be mice in the castle? Doesn't Butler Sebas clean it spotlessly every day?"

"Who knows, maybe it is a... little mouse with black fur that can turn invisible." Lynch drew out his tone with pointed implication.

Hearing the words black fur.

Felsy felt a rush of hot blood shoot straight to her head.

She knew that Lynch had definitely touched it!

Even if it was only a momentary touch, he had absolutely confirmed the existence of that thing!

"It is over! It is all over! My persona as a frail human wife has completely collapsed!"

Felsy's mood at this moment was even more tormented than the boiling pot of red chili oil.

She did not dare to look into Lynch's eyes, only staring fixedly at the dipping bowl in front of her, her fingers gripping the chopsticks so tightly they creaked.

However, to her surprise.

Lynch did not draw his sword like those knights who discovered heretics, nor did he show any expression of fear or disgust.

Instead, he extremely naturally picked up his chopsticks again, picked up a piece of meat, and placed it in Felsy's bowl. His tone remained so gentle it could drip water:

"Come, honey, eat some more."

"This little mouse is quite naughty. If it ran away, let it be. Anyway... sooner or later it will be my pet, and it will not be able to run away from this house."

Boom!

Felsy's heart violently skipped a beat.

Pet?

Who is your pet?! You damn human!

But... why was it that upon hearing him speak in such a possessive yet completely malice-free tone, she not only did not feel angry, but instead... instead felt a hidden sense of secret joy and reassurance?

"Does he... does he really not care what kind of monster I am?"

At this moment, a deep sense of belonging actually surged within the demoness's heart.

Hmm... actually, being doted on as a pet would be quite nice too... No, not a pet, I am his wife.

She felt like her train of thought was being completely led astray by Lynch.

However, even Felsy herself did not realize that after staying by Lynch's side for so long, her self-awareness as a demoness was indeed constantly fading.

For instance, her once cold and bloodthirsty habits, as well as her thirst for battle, were continuously being melted away by Lynch.

Nowadays, she had already completely integrated into the role of a wife.

Felsy bit her lip and muttered in a low voice, "Pervert..."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, honey."

Lynch shamelessly accepted this praise.

This hotpot meal ultimately ended in an extremely bizarre, ambiguous, yet fiery atmosphere.

Lokina ate until her belly was round, paralyzed on her chair unable to move; Lynch was fully satisfied, his fetishes having received an epic confirmation; while Felsy, blushing all the way, practically fled back to the bedroom.

...

Meanwhile.

In the dim corridor outside the dining room.

The old butler Sebas was hiding behind the shadow of a marble pillar, holding that thick diary in his hands, his entire body trembling violently.

His cloudy old eyes currently reflected the rolling red chili hotpot in the dining room, as well as the extremely violent shadow elements continuously escaping into the air due to Felsy's emotional agitation.

For an old man who had studied black magic all year round.

The scene before his eyes was not some warm family dinner at all!

"This is... the Boiling Blood Sacrifice!"

Sebas's voice was trembling. He wrote rapidly in his diary, the pen tip even tearing the paper due to excessive force.

[Observation Log: Demon Calendar Year 784, a night in late spring.]

[Terrifying! The ultimate terror!]

[Lord Lynch has finally shown me his unfathomable foundation in the demonic path! That copper pot rolling with scarlet liquid is not food at all! That is a Boiling Blood Altar brewed with the blood of countless magical beasts, the sulfur of the abyss, and the karmic hellfire!]

[He is inducing Lady Demoness to devour this extremely scorching substance! He is using this domineering method to forcefully stimulate the most primal demonic bloodline within Lady Demoness's body!]

[I feel it! The space around Lady Demoness is twisting! The laws of shadow are cheering! That leaked coercion caused by the overly massive power makes even a bystander like me feel suffocated!]

[And what makes my blood run cold even more is...]

Sebas recalled the scene just now when Lynch reached out to touch Felsy's lower back.

From his perspective, which had a level ten over-interpretation filter applied, that was not some flirtatious banter between husband and wife at all.

[Lord Lynch... he actually used his bare hands to touch Lady Demoness's rampaging magic power source! And he was able to withdraw his hand completely unharmed!]

[He casually referred to that violent power, capable of destroying a town, as a little mouse?!]

[What arrogance! What incredible strength!]

Sebas closed the diary and took a deep breath, as if trying to capture the residual divinity in the air.

[I understand now.]

[This is definitely not a simple stimulation of power.]

[Lord Lynch and Lady Demoness are using this Boiling Blood Sacrifice to bring each other's magic power to an extremely dangerous resonance!]

[They are... conceiving!]

[Yes! Only the conception of some Supreme Demonic Fetus capable of overturning the laws of the entire world would require such a massive, extreme infusion of energy!]

[Praise Lord Lynch! Praise Lady Demoness! The crown prince of darkness is about to be born... deep beneath Nolent Castle!]

The old butler danced wildly and silently in the corridor for a moment, then, like a ghost, vanished into the depths of the castle carrying his diary full of earth-shattering secrets.

He had to go and strengthen the castle's defenses.

Before the Demonic Fetus was born, he absolutely could not let those flies from the Church disturb the two lords' sacred ritual.