CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: THE YOUNG MASTER’S PERFORMANCE

The cheers exploded again.

The untouchable young master of the fox clan. The one who had never once shown even a glimpse of his upper body in public.

Now he was stepping onto the stage.

The crowd hushed for a heartbeat, anticipation so thick it buzzed in the air.

Rong Ye stood tall and elegant, his violet eyes glowing faintly. And then...

Whoosh.

Six magnificent tails unfurled behind him, each one long, smooth, and crowned with glowing violet tips.

Gasps filled the air.

Then suddenly it lit up... Violet flames danced to life, wrapping his tails in divine light. They swayed like ribbons of fire, illuminating the night sky.

Everyone’s eyes widened with shock.

Even Su Qinglan was stunned, her lips parting in awe.

"...Holy crap," she whispered. Her heart skipped. So beautiful... so unreal. Like a god descending.

But Rong Ye wasn’t finished.

His gaze flickered toward her, catching the admiration in her eyes.

And his lips curved in evil smug.

Oh? You like ogling? Then let me give you something to ogle.

In one smooth movement, Rong Ye grabbed the collar of his robe...

Rip!

He tore it apart, throwing it aside in front of the entire tribe.

The crowd screamed.

For the first time ever, they got a glimpse of his divine body. Smooth, pale skin. Lean muscles, perfect lines, every inch flawless like carved jade.

The females almost fainted. The males gaped, speechless.

But just as they thought they could ogle more at his divine body...

His body shimmered, and in a flash, he transformed into a magnificent white fox, six violet-flamed tails swaying gracefully, glowing like divine fire in the dark.

Su Qinglan almost squealed.

Her eyes sparkled, her fists clenched by her cheeks.

DAMN. He’s so cute!! So fluffy!! So majestic!! I want to hug him!!

The crowd roared.

But Rong Ye wasn’t done.

Graceful as a dancer, he padded forward on silent paws. His tails flickered with flame, leaving glowing trails in the air.

Then he slowly walked towards her, and the fire disappeared from his tail.

He lifted one of his six tails, and it swayed down, hooking lightly under Su Qinglan’s chin.

Her breath hitched.

The fox’s smirk seemed to shine through his eyes as his tail tickled her skin, teasing, playful, and taunting.

Su Qinglan snapped, grabbing at the tail...

But whoosh.

It slipped away like mist.

She lunged again, but it was gone.

He danced around her fingers, teasing her again and again.

Then, just as she was about to curse, Rong Ye turned, his tails swaying arrogantly, and padded back to his seat.

He sat down gracefully, his fox form melting back into human shape. His lips curved, his violet eyes gleaming.

And the tip of one tail flicked lazily still tickling the air near her arm.

The crowd went wild.

Su Qinglan sat there clutching her face, her face red, torn between wanting to slap him and wanting to bury her face in his fluffy tails.

She had never seen such a beautiful fox. Damn, why is this fox so sexy?

"...That sly fox," she muttered, gritting her teeth. "...he’s too damn proud of himself."

And that damn foxtail...

It was still brushing against her arm, flicking at her like a naughty feather.

She snapped.

"Enough!!"

WHACK!

She angrily swatted at the tail, her palm slapping through empty air because the sly fox had already pulled it back.

Rong Ye smirked, lazy and smug, his violet eyes glittering.

"You’re too slow," he teased, the tip of his tail curling like a question mark.

Su Qinglan gritted her teeth. "You!"

Her heart pounded with rage... and something else.

Because no matter how much she tried, she still couldn’t forget.

This was the same sly fox who had stolen her first kiss in this beast world.

Her very first kiss!

He hadn’t asked, hadn’t warned her, and hadn’t even given her a chance to prepare.

He just swooped down with his stupidly perfect face and took it.

And she had been so shocked she couldn’t even enjoy it.

Su Qinglan hugged her chest dramatically and thought to herself, "Ugh! If he had at least asked me, I could’ve... you know... enjoyed it properly."

Rong Ye tilted his head, watching her with interest; now he was proud of himself. The stupid tiger is nothing in front of him.

The two of them bickered, her face red, his tails swaying smugly.

But to the crowd, it looked like they were flirting. The beastmen start howling, whistling, and cheering for them.

"Look at them! So bold!"

"That fox is really teasing her hard!"

"Waaaah, even Hu Yan licked her; now Rong Ye is all over her. What a lucky female!"

Su Qinglan wanted to crawl into a hole. She had no idea the crowd was eating up every second of her "quarrel" with Rong Ye.

But just behind her someone was mad with jealousy, wanting to tear her apart.

Xu Meiyan’s nails dug into her palm.

Her smile was gone, replaced with a face twisted with fury.

How dare this fat bitch flirt like this?

Hu Yan should’ve licked her! Not that dirty, smelly female who didn’t even deserve to breathe the same air!

Her chest heaved, her heart squeezing like it would burst.

Why? Why did this bitch always steal everything? She should be the star of tonight.

If Su Qinglan hadn’t been born, the tribe leader would have surely given her the three best warrior husbands.

But now she had nothing.

All the good things in the world were being snatched away, right in front of her eyes.

Xu Meiyan’s breath came fast, almost suffocating her. She couldn’t bear to see it, Hu Yan and Rong Ye both performing only for her.

Shameless!

This bitch was shamelessly acting like a flower being courted by everyone.

But Xu Meiyan gritted her teeth and convinced herself: no, it must have been her singing. She had sung so beautifully, pouring her soul into it—that was why the males performed. They must have wanted to impress her. To attract her attention.

Yes. That was it.

She repeated it to herself like a prayer.

But the more she looked at Su Qinglan’s round, shining eyes and flushed cheeks, the more her heart tore apart.