A certain Grand Historian was plagued by the harassment of a fox spirit, which eventually led to illness.

He sought divine intervention, drawing talismans, exhausting every known method, yet his condition showed no improvement. In desperation, he requested leave to return home to recuperate.

The fox spirit trailed him every step of the way, an inescapable shadow, filling the Historian with dread and deep anxiety.

One day, arriving at Zhuozhou, just outside the city gate, he chanced upon a traveling physician who claimed the ability to subdue demons and vanquish devils. The Historian begged him for salvation.

The physician prescribed a dose of medicine, which was in reality a **.

Upon taking the **, the Historian’s lust flared intensely. In a haze, he seized the fox spirit and forced himself upon her in a violent coupling, his thrusts unstoppable.

The fox spirit could not bear it, crying out in pitiful pleas, but the Historian paid no heed, growing stronger with every bout. The fox spirit writhed and wailed; by the time her cries became hoarse, she closed her eyes, revealing her true form—she had already perished upon the bed.

A scholar in a certain village, exceptionally gifted, boasted of himself as the Lu Buwei of the Qin Dynasty, claiming he had never once found satisfaction in all his couplings.

One night, the scholar lodged in a lonely inn. Suddenly, the window flung open, and a young maiden leaped in.

The scholar knew instantly it was a fox spirit and eagerly embraced her for intimacy.

Without even removing his clothes, he rushed into battle, his spear driving home with piercing force. The fox spirit cried out in pain, sobbing softly, struggling fiercely until she finally broke free from the scholar’s grasp. She was already white with terror, vanishing through the window like a wisp of smoke.

The scholar, unsatisfied, shouted loudly, “Hey, don’t leave! Let’s play some more.”

Silence reigned all around; the fox spirit had long since disappeared.