The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 251: A very long... long... Dream!

"Sleep, idiot."

Yu Feng nodded mutely.

No protests.

No pride.

She curled up against the cavern wall, dripping wet and trembling like a dying sparrow.

Su Xiaobai watched her curl back into sleep, head bleeding faintly from smashing it against the wall.

His usual lazy smile disappeared, replaced by a blank stare, as he simply looked at her breathing — curled up pitifully like a stray dog.

That dark blue hair of hers... it wasn't silk.

It had the texture of soft cotton — fluffy, light, like something you could stuff into a cheap pillow.

He had touched it before while smearing herbs on her busted head.

Her face looked peaceful now.

Small nose, long dark lashes, thin lips pressed together tightly — like she was determined to keep every last shred of her dignity from leaking out while sleeping in pisswater.

His gaze wandered down without shame.

Despite looking like a wet rag, she still had a pretty good body.

Young — twenty-seven — but built tough.

Not the exaggerated curves of a sect beauty who lived on spirit pills.

Nah.

She had the tight, toned body of an athlete — the type that was most fun to fuck.

Slim waist, handful-sized breasts, firm thighs that promised all sorts of sinful endurance.

Honestly, it was impressive she hadn't gotten molested sooner.

Su Xiaobai didn't know why he was thinking about all this right now.

Maybe because he'd finally snapped.

Maybe because it was boring down here.

Maybe because he wanted to check if his dick still worked.

Somewhere in the middle of those deep philosophical thoughts, he casually stripped his own clothes off.

And started crawling closer.

He grabbed her limp hand without the slightest hesitation —as if personal boundaries were some myth reserved for righteous cultivators.

Her hand was a little rough from sword practice, but still soft.

Nice to squeeze.

Her pale skin turned pink where he pressed it.

Without any sense of shame, he dragged her hand between his legs, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and started moving her hand like a pervert playing with a broken puppet.

He didn't even feel horny at first.

He just needed to know:

Was the engine still running?

Was he still technically a man and not a walking fossil?

After a few minutes of dragging her hand up and down, something did happen.

His face flushed, his body shivered, and his dick stood up proudly, hard as a spirit stone freshly forged in a heavenly furnace.

Yu Feng, in her sleep, groaned softly, not waking up, just making a miserable little sound, as if even her dreams realized someone was doing unspeakable things to her.

Su Xiaobai, still gripping her hand around his cock, just nodded to himself.

"Huh. Still works. Good to know."

From that day onward, Su Xiaobai developed a brand-new, absolutely not-heroic habit.

Every night, after marching deeper into the endless damn cave, when it came time to "sleep," he would sneak over to Yu Feng —

and use her half-dead frganant body for his personal relief.

Sometimes, he dragged her limp hand over and jerked himself off with it like a lonely drunk.

Sometimes, he stripped her naked like unwrapping a sticky candy, then sandwiched his dick between her smooth inner thighs and rubbed himself stupid.

Other nights, he went straight for her tits, stuffing himself between them with the kind of seriousness usually reserved for heavenly tribulations.

Yu Feng would wake up the next morning, find crusty white stains on her chest or belly, and sigh like a housewife discovering the dog pissed on the carpet again.

Out of habit, she'd groggily check between her legs —no, still untouched.

At first she was confused.

Then suspicious.

Then, because she had nothing better to do than lose the last of her sanity,she decided to pretend to sleep and spy on him.

That night, she lay stiff as a corpse, barely breathing, peeking through her lashes.

And soon, she understood.

Oh, she understood perfectly.

He wasn't not fucking her out of mercy.

He wasn't not fucking her because of morals.

No.

It was because it was more exciting this way.

It was more thrilling to grope, jerk, titfuck, and rub himself all over her helpless sleeping body without ever crossing the final line.

Su Xiaobai, it turned out, was a man who found traditional rape too boring and full insanity far more entertaining.

"Mhn..."

Yu Feng's face turned redder than a boiled shrimp as she felt him pull her robe open, baring her breasts to the cool cavern air.

Then he sandwiched his cock between them with all the dignity of a pig diving into a mud pit.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

Her body trembled — half from cold, half from not knowing whether she should feel ashamed, excited, or simply laugh.

'Don't wake up...' she told herself. 'Don't wake up... Don't wake up... Don't wake up...'

Honestly?

At this point, Yu Feng didn't give a flying fuck.

If Su Xiaobai wanted to force himself on her properly, she'd probably just shrug and roll over.

In this god-forsaken tomb, where even rats didn't bother to crawl, who cared about stupid things like "purity"?

Dignity?

Face?

All of that died weeks ago.

In fact, she was starting to get annoyed he hadn't just done it already.

Thus, a beautiful, tragic tradition was born:

Yu Feng would fake sleeping every night like a professional corpse, and secretly look forward to what new "creative methods" Su Xiaobai would use her body for.

It became the only entertainment left in hell.

Strangely enough, their mental states improved.

They stopped walking around like aimless idiots.

They actually started thinking.

Yu Feng began noticing subtle things —

like the faint traces of Dark Qi in the stones, in the streams, even in the stale air.

No other elements.

Only darkness.

Thin, almost invisible —but there.

The Dark Qi was so faint, it wouldn't even be enough to grow a weed.

But for two half-broken lunatics desperate for hope, it was like finding a brothel in a desert.

Yu Feng realized that soaking in this pathetic excuse for Dark Qi was slowly helping her body recover.

This discovery made them genuinely excited for the first time in weeks.

They sat down like two starving dogs sniffing at a bone and came to a grand, scholarly conclusion:

They had stumbled into the right shithole.

Somewhere, buried deeper inside,

the Dark Tab — the artifact Yu Feng was sent to retrieve — had to be resting.

It had probably caused the whole damn dimensional crack to form in the first place.

If they found it...

Maybe — just maybe — they could crawl out of this pit before madness finally claimed the last working neuron in their skulls.

Or maybe they'd just keep titfucking and jerking each other off until death.

Either way, progress!

Su Xiaobai and Yu Feng, unusually satisfied from the discovery, finally drifted into deep, peaceful sleep.

For once, nothing perverted happened.

No titfuck. No handjob. No unconscious cuddling.

Just pure, woman and man snoring.

When he woke up the next day, everything was... normal.

Suspiciously normal.

He and Yu Feng resumed their daily routine: exploring the endless cave labyrinth, searching for the ever-mythical Dark Tab, trying not to die of boredom, insanity, or poor lighting.

But then, something felt off.

Time—

It was moving faster.

Days blurred.

Weeks blurred harder.

Years? Might as well have been yesterday.

It was like someone had hit the fast-forward button on their lives, but forgot to tell their joints.

Su Xiaobai and Yu Feng began aging—slowly, but undeniably.

Hair grayed.

Bones cracked.

Libidos cooled (only slightly).

Somewhere during that fast-forwarded fever dream of life, Su Xiaobai had two children with Yu Feng:

Su Qingyan and Su Yuechan.

He had started out with a grand idea:

"Let's repopulate this godforsaken dungeon dimension. Build a clan. Plant flags. Be legends!"

But after a couple decades and zero signs of sunlight, society, or even a decent spirit beast to enslave, he gave up.

"This place is too damn boring," he muttered one day, trying to smoke moss.

"Even my dreams have depression."

So they just... lived.

A strange, silent life in a cave-world that refused to end.

Eventually, it started to feel like this cave would be their final resting ground.

A massive, rocky tomb for two perverts and their unlucky spawn.

And then came the day Su Xiaobai — now looking like a bag of sticks stuffed into a robe — noticed something strange.

Yuechan was missing.

They searched for her across familiar routes, through the moss fields and echoing stone corridors, retraced decades-old footprints.

On one hand: she was grown up now. A cultivator in her own right.

On the other hand: this place was full of weird shit. And Su Xiaobai didn't trust weird shit.

Eventually, after what felt like days of wheezing and climbing over slippery rock formations, Su Xiaobai arrived back at the place where he and Yu Feng had first landed.

And there she was.

Standing beside a shallow stream, looking way too cheerful for someone who had been "missing."

"There you are," he grunted, hands on hips, looking every inch the angry, dying dad.

"Where the hell did you go for so many days?!"