Dugu Xiaoyi was on the verge of tears. What was she to do? That entire packet had dissolved into it! "I just wanted him to have one cup," the utterly simple-minded girl had dumped the entire packet into that gourd. Is that how you administer medicine? This was going to cost her dearly! The question was, whose life would it ultimately cost?!

"Girl, what's gotten into you today?" Seeing Dugu Xiaoyi's distinctly strange expression, Jun Moxie asked curiously.

"N-nothing..." Dugu Xiaoyi stammered, her heart pounding. Watching Jun Moxie for any sign of abnormality, she cautiously asked with a glimmer of hope, "You're... you're alright, aren't you?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm fine," Jun Moxie replied, quite bewildered and completely baffled. He assumed the girl was asking about his previous odd behavior and felt obligated to explain. "Oh, I was just a bit dehydrated earlier. Now that I've had enough water, I'm fine."

"Fine? Truly fine? Isn't there a sensation of being very hot, like... like being boiled?" Dugu Xiaoyi breathed a small sigh of relief, inquiring with the tone of a scientist conducting an experiment.

"A sensation of being boiled? Not at all." Jun Moxie grew even stranger. He reached out to touch Dugu Xiaoyi's forehead. "Girl, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Why are you acting so peculiar today?"

"That's good, that's good, it's great you don't feel that way!" Dugu Xiaoyi patted her chest, letting out a long breath. Then, remembering something, her face suddenly contorted in fury. "How despicable! That scoundrel gave me a fake!"

The young girl, clearly not yet grasping the gravity of the situation, saw that the Young Master showed no ill effects and moved right past the immediate issue! "Fake? What's fake?" Jun Moxie sighed helplessly, rubbing his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "My dear girl, what malady has afflicted you today? Why are you speaking in riddles no one can understand? Can you try speaking something sensible?"

Dugu Xiaoyi could hardly spare any attention for Jun Moxie's questions; her mind was consumed by the feeling of having been cheated. The more she thought about it, the angrier and more frustrated she became. Suddenly, she let out a fierce shout, "How despicable!" and made to rush out. Judging by her posture, if she got out this time, that skinny monkey wouldn't even have a chance to swallow the medicine!

Little did Dugu Xiaoyi know that this kind of medicine didn't take immediate effect. Some time was required for the potency to circulate through the blood vessels before the effects intensified.

Besides, Jun Moxie now possessed the body of Innate Spiritual Qi, which inherently resisted this type of negative agent. Had he not been severely thirsty and downed the entire gourd in one go, and had Dugu Xiaoyi not administered such a terrifyingly large dose, it probably wouldn't have affected Jun Moxie much—perhaps just a brief period of hyper-excitement.

But things were different now. Jun Moxie had been near dehydration and immediately consumed the entire gourd of wine. His parched blood vessels were instantly flooded with the evil power of the drug. Furthermore, this was a drug designed to enhance male potency; though unorthodox, it wasn't strictly poison, so the spiritual energy of the Hongjun Pagoda was powerless against it!

It seemed Young Master Jun was truly about to be boiled.

"Who exactly is so despicable? Tell me. I'll help you vent your anger." Seeing Dugu Yi about to leave, Jun Moxie stopped her with a hand. In his current state, this girl had sparked his curiosity; she wouldn't be leaving until she explained! "They are too despicable! Ahhh!" Dugu Xiaoyi’s face flushed crimson, consumed by rage. "I was just planning to cook a meal... but they gave me something fake! They bullied me! Do they think just because I don't understand this stuff, they can fob me off with anything? Do I really look that gullible?"

Dugu Xiaoyi cracked her knuckles, her willow eyebrows shooting up, radiating palpable killing intent.

She looked up suddenly. "Eh? Brother Moxie, what's wrong? Why is your face suddenly so red?"

At that moment, Jun Moxie also felt something was amiss. A burning sensation was spreading throughout his body, and within his Dantian, a fierce fire seemed to have spontaneously erupted. Slowly, his eyes began to redden, accompanied by a sudden, volcanic surge of primal desire rising within him.

What was happening?

Jun Moxie was sharp; having lived two lives, he immediately recognized what this fire was. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head, using the last vestiges of his clarity to think things over. He realized his blood vessels were throbbing, he couldn't control himself, and his expression grew increasingly savage.

"You... you... what is wrong with you? Don't scare me, you... I..." The little girl suddenly grew frightened, retreating in panic. Looking at Jun Moxie's ferocious face, she inexplicably sensed immense danger and completely lost the courage she had moments ago to cook dinner! Yet, inexplicably, a thought surfaced in her mind: The medicine... it was real. Look, he's being boiled...

Jun Moxie's breathing grew heavy. He struggled mightily against this innate masculine instinct, but the resistance grew weaker. The sight of Dugu Xiaoyi in her green dress, emanating a faint, fresh scent of femininity, presented a fatal temptation!

An irresistible craving!

He didn't want to endure it anymore!

He had endured for too long—

"The medicine you put in that wine gourd!?" Jun Moxie advanced step by step, the air expelled from his nostrils hot, as if he, too, were on fire.

"Yes... I just wanted to... cook you into a done meal. I didn't mean anything else," Dugu Xiaoyi looked at him pitifully. As Jun Moxie pressed closer, she retreated step by step, flustered and helpless, glancing around frantically. She was almost frightened to tears by his ferocious appearance.

"You want to cook me into a done meal? What does that mean?" Even while his senses teetered on the edge of chaos, Jun Moxie paused, then understood the idiom: 'cooking raw rice into a done meal' (i.e., consummating the relationship). He let out an angry laugh, suddenly throwing all caution aside. "If you want us to be 'cooked rice,' why bother with medicine? Just beckon, and I'll be done. Why go to all that trouble?"

"But... but you aren't done yet! Don't come closer!" Dugu Xiaoyi trembled, curling up. She had backed against the corner of the tent, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Whether one is done or not... requires your cooperation!" Jun Moxie gasped loudly, and then suddenly lunged forward, with a chira sound, tearing a strip from Dugu Xiaoyi’s clothing.

"Ah!" Dugu Yi shrieked, clutching her chest tightly, kicking her legs wildly outward. Tears poured down. "I only wanted to cook you, you... you... what are you doing? Stop it, no!"

"You said you wanted the raw rice cooked! If I don't take off your clothes, how can we cook the raw rice?" Jun Moxie panted, his hands never pausing. Like kneading dough, he rubbed the perfectly formed body of the maiden before him. Dugu Xiaoyi panicked completely. She could guard her upper body, but not her lower half. She bit with her teeth, pushed with her hands, and kicked with her feet. But Jun Moxie was like a mountain pressing down on her, immovable.

Dugu Yi felt utterly wronged at this moment.

Why?

Why, when he clearly drank the medicine, was he treating her like this? Scared, I'm so scared... He looks so fierce, so fierce right now...

With another cry of alarm, another piece of Dugu Xiaoyi's clothing was torn away. Her upper body was nearly completely exposed, leaving only a dudou to cover vital areas, revealing vast expanses of skin as pure as snow defying frost.

Dugu Yi finally couldn't hold back her tears. "Don't do this... please don't..."

"You administered the drug, and now you say no? Didn't you want the raw rice cooked? I'll cooperate. I'll cooperate fully!" Jun Moxie's senses were already half-faded, and the sight of the half-naked, delicate beauty before him doubled his reaction again.

With a chira sound, Dugu Xiaoyi’s skirt was also ripped off, revealing two smooth, shapely, long legs. Jun Moxie finally and completely lost his reason, acting like a wild beast driven by instinct, knowing only how to take, take, take...

Dugu Xiaoyi now truly realized things were dire. She struggled desperately. Mother, why is 'cooking raw rice' so painful? He looks terrifying right now. I don't want to play this game anymore! I won't cook anymore, okay?

But how could Jun Moxie now allow her to call a halt? The firewood was stacked, the fire was blazing this high—if she called it off now, wouldn't it kill him?

With a sudden movement, the remaining dudou flew off Dugu Xiaoyi's upper body, and a pair of delicate, proud peaks sprang forth vivaciously, becoming the most tempting feast before Jun Moxie’s eyes. Jun Moxie let out a strange sound from his throat, his eyes fixed, and he took them into his mouth...

"Ah!" Dugu Xiaoyi froze, as if struck by electricity, but the fear in her heart finally reached its limit. She cried out loudly, "I was wrong, forgive me, I won't play anymore... I really won't play anymore!"

The irrational Jun Moxie paid her no mind, continuing his actions. Only then did he realize his own clothes were cumbersome. He held Dugu Xiaoyi down with one hand, grabbed his own collar with the other, and with a chira, tore his clothes in half and threw them aside, revealing his pale, robust, powerful body.

With reddened eyes, he threw himself upon her.

Dugu Xiaoyi’s tears streamed down, kicking and struggling wildly. Now, the little girl truly regretted it. But now, Jun Moxie was an arrow already loosed from the bow—it had to hit its target!

The girl never imagined, nor knew, that the supposed 'cooking raw rice into a done meal