The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 250: Magic Trick?

Hours later, when she had resorted to drinking filthy water like a dying dog, he returned.

Dragging behind him the corpse of what could generously be called a wolf — if wolves were mangy, skeletal creatures with mange and suicidal tendencies.

"There's a path ahead," Su Xiaobai said coolly, tossing the carcass onto the ground with a wet slap. "After we stuff ourselves, we can go sightseeing."

Yu Feng, shivering in her ripped, body-hugging robe, misread everything.

Was... was he helping her out of kindness?

Was this... a confession hidden behind rough words?

Was he saving her because he loved her?

No.

Not even close.

Su Xiaobai needed a meat shield.

He needed bait.

He needed a portable pussy with a heartbeat in case things got really desperate.

If things got ugly, he already planned it: Yu Feng in front, wolf bites her tits off, I run. Simple.

If heaven wanted to give him a free meal, a free shield, and a pair of bouncing breasts to stare at in this endless hellscape, who was he to refuse?

Hope, delusion, and daily curses carried Yu Feng forward.

Together, they plunged deeper into the endless cave.

Water.

Shriveled trees.

Mangy beasts chewing their own tails.

Again.

Again.

And again.

The cavern was a prison carved by mad gods who had gotten bored halfway through designing it.

After endless days — or was it weeks? — their minds started to rot.

Su Xiaobai sometimes found himself whispering sweet nothings to stones, pretending they were old enemies.

Yu Feng stared so long at the water's reflection she sometimes forgot which side was reality.

The only excitement was when Yu Feng's robe tore further, exposing a generous view of pale, bruised thigh and the soft curve of a hip.

Su Xiaobai considered — seriously — if he should eat her now or wait for her to collapse.

A starving man had simple needs:

Food.

Warmth.

Tits.

Preferably in that order.

Yu Feng noticed his gaze once.

Mistook the hunger in his eyes for passion.

Poor girl.

If she only knew, Su Xiaobai had already mentally filleted her like a fish thirty-seven times.

Su Xiaobai's stare was starting to burn a hole through her robe.

Yu Feng had enough.

Her back straightened slightly, her cracked lips curled into a bitter sneer, and she snapped coldly:

"Su Xiaobai, do you intend to harass me with your eyes alone?"

Her voice was clear. Sharp. Almost dignified — if you ignored the way her legs trembled under her.

Rolling her eyes, she scoffed, "If you're so starved, just slap me down, strip me bare, and be done with it. Don't make me suffer this slow death of lecherous gazes."

Her words fell into the stagnant air, heavy and absurd.

Su Xiaobai blinked once.

Twice.

"What...?"

His voice was genuinely confused, as if she had just accused him of plotting to marry her.

In truth, Su Xiaobai hadn't been thinking about screwing her at all.

He was calculating — coldly, practically — how best to eat her.

Start with the thighs — thick, muscular, would last longer.

Breasts — high-fat, might be good smoked.

Maybe stew the pussy for broth if things got desperate.

Nothing personal.

Just business.

He frowned deeper, like a scholar realizing his life's work had been plagiarized.

'Wait... That's not right. By all common sense, after traveling with a soft, half-naked girl for weeks, shouldn't I be thinking of ravishing her?'

'Not butchering her?'

A chill that had nothing to do with the cavern air slid down his spine. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

'Did my dick die and leave only survival instincts behind?'

Across from him, Yu Feng stiffened too.

The realization hit her harder than any sword strike.

'... Why the hell did I say that so casually?'

Since when had she — accepted being beaten, stripped, and humiliated as if it was a minor inconvenience?

She was supposed to sever mountains with a flick of her sleeve.

Not offer her body like a broken sacrificial lamb.

Slowly, almost at the same time, both of them looked at each other.

In their cracked gazes, one thought echoed loud and clear:

'You're insane.'

'No — You're insane.'

For a long moment, they just sat there — breathing the same dead air, soaked in the same bitter despair.

And then, Yu Feng gave a small, shattered smile.

Not a pretty smile.

Not a sweet smile.

A self-mocking, exhausted curve of her lips — like a woman realizing she was already halfway to hell and wondering if she should pick up the pace.

"...Pft," Yu Feng chuckled dryly, her voice hoarse like broken strings. She wiped the corner of her cracked lip and smiled — a truly cracked, unsettling smile.

"Su Xiaobai," she rasped, "do you want to see a magic trick?"

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow.

Magic trick?

In a place where breathing itself was an act of defiance against death?

Still, he nodded.

Why not.

Entertainment was rare in hell.

Yu Feng's smile widened — stretched thin, fragile, bloody.

"Here—" she said sweetly. "I can bend backwards."

Before he could wonder if she meant her body or her morals, she grabbed her own fingers — and wrenched them backwards.

Crack!

The sound echoed through the cavern.

Su Xiaobai stiffened.

Yu Feng held up her hand proudly, like a child presenting a crayon drawing to a disappointed parent.

Her fingers were bent at an unnatural angle, trembling slightly.

Her face — calm.

Her body — trembling.

Her eyes — silently tearing up.

Did she feel pain?

Absolutely.

But somehow, she looked proud, as if seeking approval.

Su Xiaobai exhaled slowly, feeling an unfamiliar shiver crawl down his spine.

"Don't kill yourself for a magic trick, you lunatic," he muttered, glaring at her like scolding a stray dog.

Yu Feng just grinned wider, ignoring the blood pooling under her nails.

"Why does it matter?" she whispered.

"I can show you something even better."

Before Su Xiaobai could stop her, she stood up.

Water from the stream covered to her ankles. Her robe slid up, revealing smooth, cracked thighs stained by walking and desperation.

With all the grace of a once-proud Saintess, she began to dance.

Sort of.

More like stagger.

The shallow water betrayed her steps — pebbles slipped underfoot —

and then, with a wet, ugly splash—

Crack.

Yu Feng's head slammed against a rock.

She fell, soaking wet, shivering violently, arms wrapped tightly around her ruined form.

She curled against the cavern wall, water dripping from her hair.

"I... shouldn't have done that..." she croaked, voice breaking like thin ice.

Su Xiaobai stared down at her, unimpressed.

"Didn't exactly need a genius to figure that out," he drawled, rolling his eyes.

Now they were stuck waiting even longer before they could venture deeper into the endless abyss — thanks to Miss Saintess of the Dark Church performing interpretive suicide dance theater.

He clicked his tongue.

Oh, right.

Her background.

She had babbled it to him one night when despair loosened her tongue.

Yu Feng — adopted daughter of the current Dark Pope after her real father, the former Pope, conveniently 'died in an accident' with her mother.

Not the true heir.

The Pope's own son was.

But to calm the rumbling discontent inside the church, the Pope had suggested a noble solution:

Marry his son.

Unite the bloodlines.

Secure her future.

No force.

No threats.

Just the kind of gentle, reasonable evil that made your skin crawl.

Su Xiaobai had predicted the story before she finished it.

'She must have run away, refusing the marriage?' he thought.

No.

Yu Feng, in her stunning broken logic, had actually agreed to the idea. Marrying or fucking the Pope's son meant nothing to her — it was all transactional.

Her real goal was to retrieve the "Dark Tab" — a legendary relic that would supposedly grant her full recognition and support from the Dark Church.

As if carrying a dragon's treasure wouldn't paint a bullseye the size of a mountain on her back.

Su Xiaobai couldn't help it.

He chuckled darkly.

"A dragon with treasure becomes a god," he muttered. "A rabbit with treasure... just becomes stew."

Yu Feng, shivering under her robe, caught his words.

"And who told you," he continued coldly, "that getting the Dark Tab would make you Pope?"

Yu Feng stared into the water blankly.

"...Father told me..."

Her whisper cracked halfway through.

And then, a flash of guilt — shame — realization twisted her bruised face.

Yes.

The same "Father" who had gently handed her dreams laced with poison.

Who had never forced her.

Who had smiled kindly while nudging her towards slaughter.

Su Xiaobai recognized the signs.

He could correct her illusions.

He could tear the mask away.

But honestly?

He was too tired to waste the effort.

Instead, he leaned back, pulled a tattered wolf skin tighter around himself, and closed his eyes.

"Sleep, idiot."