The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 121
by Little PandaSome Sweetness
AO Swap Fantasy Arc: Finale
“N-no! You can’t — you can’t eat me!”
The little rabbit shook her head frantically. The fox rose from her seat with a smile, gliding toward her with a sway of graceful curves, her skirt swishing and baring a stretch of pale, firm thigh with every step — an allure beyond all describing.
Countless beings had longed to kneel at her feet.
The little rabbit was terrified out of her wits, retreating step after step until her back hit a pillar — nowhere left to run. The fox arrived before her, and that thick, heady aura pressed down until she could hardly breathe.
Every last trace of her earlier feigned bravado had vanished. She tipped her head up to look at the fox, piteous and begging: “Don’t eat me, please. I’m the princess of the Rabbit Clan — anything you want, my Imperial Mother will give it to you. Just don’t eat me…”
“Really?”
“Mm, really!” the little rabbit rushed to say. “Our Rabbit Clan has more alfalfa than anyone on the whole continent — it’s delicious, I promise! Once you’ve tasted our clan’s alfalfa, you’ll never want to eat a rabbit again!”
“Ah~ but foxes don’t eat grass. Foxes want to eat rabbits~”
The fox, lofty above all, spoke the cruelest words in the gentlest tone. “Especially a rabbit as white, as tender, and as adorable as you.”
With that, the fox tipped up the little rabbit’s chin with one finger and leaned in to sniff her. The sudden closeness made the little rabbit flinch. “No, don’t…”
“Lord Demon Venerable, please don’t eat me — I’ll do anything you want. And — and really, I’m not cute at all! I have a terrible temper, I’m tyrannical and unreasonable, I’m always bullying the other little rabbits by leaning on my Imperial Mother — lots of rabbits in the clan hate me. I’m truly not one bit cute, boohoo…”
She narrated her own un-cuteness through her sobs, tears long since blurring her vision — so she never noticed the smile in the fox’s eyes deepening, and deepening, and the fox’s appetite for her growing with it.
She swiped a hand across her tears, hesitated, then — bold beyond all sanity — grabbed hold of the Demon Venerable’s wide sleeve. “L-Lord Demon Venerable, don’t eat me, okay?”
Jiang Youwan listened patiently to the whole tearful performance, seeming very agreeable. “If I don’t eat you, what can you do for me?”
“Besides treating me to alfalfa.”
“Mm… mm…” The little rabbit genuinely could not think of a single thing, and asked in a tiny voice, “Besides wanting to eat rabbits… is there anything else you’d like to do?”
The fox pressed an index finger to her lips and pondered a moment, then, under the little rabbit’s anxious gaze, gave a soft laugh. “Still want to eat a rabbit.”
She said it, laden with meaning: “Want to eat a little rabbit who’s just differentiated into a Kun Ze.”
The pure-hearted little rabbit’s pupils blew wide. How could she possibly grasp the fox’s second meaning? She trembled in disbelief, cursing inwardly a thousand times over — stinking fox, stinking fox, stinking fox!
Greedy, gluttonous stinking fox!
But aloud, to keep from being eaten, she wagged her tail and begged: “Lord Demon Venerable…”
The Demon Venerable ignored her pleas. With a flick of her fingertips she conjured two ghost puppets, and made a point of frightening her: “Escort the Little Princess back to this seat’s bedchamber. Wash her clean, and then… keep her ready to be eaten at any moment~”
The Little Princess froze in terror. The two ghost puppets stepped forward and seized her; she kicked her legs with all her might. “Let go of me! Boo-hoo, let go!”
“Stinking fox!! Old witch! Bad woman! My Imperial Mother won’t let you get away with this!”
“Stinking fox! I hate you!!”
The fox took the abuse without a flicker of anger, watching with keen interest as she was carried off — those rabbit ears bobbing and swaying with every struggle. How could anything be this cute.
The Little Princess was tossed by the puppets into the Demon Venerable’s own private bathing pool, and came up out of it a proper drowned chicken1.
Soaked through and through, the little rabbit was forced to take her bath — though the pool seemed to hold healing properties; after barely a soak, every wound on her, large and small, had closed over, and not one of them hurt anymore.
After the span of a few incense sticks2, the puppets urged her out. Terrified they might barge in at any moment and see everything, the little rabbit went red to the ears and most reluctantly dressed in the clothes they had laid out for her, and was delivered to the Demon Venerable’s bedchamber.
The entire bedchamber stood empty. The little rabbit tried to escape — but the door would not open no matter what she did. Then a bolt of lightning split the sky outside, and the little rabbit bolted too, straight back onto the fox’s bed, burrowed under the fox’s covers, and hid herself away.
The silence was dreadful, threaded with a faint, elusive scent of fox.
The little rabbit’s ears stood straight up, tracking every sound around her. This was the Fox Clan’s territory — foxes everywhere — and she was deathly afraid some greedy fox would come bursting in and eat her right up.
Little did she know she had already delivered herself into the fox’s very bedcovers, waiting only for the fox to come and eat her.
She waited, and waited, and slowly began to feel drowsy — perhaps because the fox’s bed was so very soft, so very comfortable.
It seemed… it seemed even more comfortable than her own rabbit nest back in the Rabbit Palace.
Her eyelids grew heavy. Drowsy enough to actually fall asleep in a fox’s bed — when suddenly a creak sounded outside. Her drooped ears shot upright, and the little rabbit’s eyes flew wide, listening as footsteps drew nearer, one pace at a time.
Her body began to tremble despite herself.
Was it that stinking fox?
Was she about to be eaten?
A rustle of silk — the soft mattress dipped. Someone had sat down upon it. The little rabbit’s heart pounded like a war drum; she held her breath, not daring to breathe.
She felt the person reach for the covers and clutched them in a death grip — and heard that person’s teasing, quiet laugh. “This is my bed, you know. Whatever is the Little Princess doing burrowed into it?”
The little rabbit startled; her grip on the covers went slack at once.
The fox’s mouth curved in triumph, and she continued at an unhurried drawl: “Didn’t you say I was a stinking fox, and you hated me? My bed is steeped in my scent — and yet you’re clinging to it so very tightly. Clearly, you like it quite a lot.”
“You’re lying!” The little rabbit’s head popped out of the covers. “I don’t like it — not one bit!”
“Is that so…” Her hair was a hopeless tangle, and the clothes the fox had prepared for her were worn just as hopelessly; this pouting, furiously flustered little picture was, in the fox’s eyes, an adorableness beyond describing.
“Very well — it doesn’t matter anyway. This seat ate plenty of rabbit at the banquet just now.” The fox continued, savoring the Little Princess’s look of dawning horror: “Though most of those were cooked savory, and I’ve grown a little tired of the flavor. The Little Princess is so sweet and lovely — she’s sure to be more delicious than the immortal peaches of the celestial realm. Perfect: my after-dinner dessert…”
“No! Don’t!” The little rabbit scrambled to flee the bed — and the fox at once cast a barrier around it, bouncing her right back.
She swung her spiritual power at it, and could not crack it in the slightest.
“The Little Princess is still young — her magic naturally can’t match this old hag’s eight thousand years of cultivation…” The fox advanced, caught the little rabbit’s jaw, and forced her chin up to meet her eyes.
The little rabbit looked utterly unbroken, glaring at her through gritted teeth. “Old hag! My Imperial Mother won’t let you get away with this!”
Jiang Youwan closed in on her inch by inch, voice low and drifting. “Does the Little Princess know — the older one gets, the less one likes being called old?”
“N-no…” The Little Princess held her chin up, unable to move. As the fox’s breath drew closer and closer, fear spilled over into tears; she squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she had provoked the stinking fox past all mercy, that there was no escape — and began reciting her last words in her heart.
She wanted so badly to see her Imperial Mother one more time. To taste the alfalfa on the southern cliffs one more time…
Suddenly, something soft pressed against her lips. She knew it was the fox’s mouth. She knit her brows, muscles strung taut, braced for the fox’s bloody maw to yawn open the very next second and swallow her whole.
But the fox did not eat her right away. Instead she took the little rabbit’s lip between her own, as if eating… a piece of ice?
The little rabbit couldn’t understand why the fox would do such a thing. Did all foxes have this habit, she wondered — licking and sniffing their food before eating it…
Boohoo, why couldn’t she just get it over with? Why torment her like this first…
And so the little rabbit sat there dumbly while the fox took her liberties, her lips slicked all over with the wetness the fox left behind.
The fox rather enjoyed her docility — and found it not quite enough. She slid out the tip of her tongue, pried past the little rabbit’s teeth, and delved into her mouth.
The little rabbit whimpered, unaccustomed to it, certain the fox had truly begun to eat her. The sheer terror set her struggling — but the fox pinned her fast, and she could not move an inch.
Before a mighty old hag, a rabbit’s only lot was to be eaten.
At the thought, the little rabbit’s tears fell faster.
But past the fear and the grief, her body offered no resistance to what the fox was doing — and instead, in a haze, she thought: this fox smells so good. It felt… it felt rather nice. Not nearly so frightening as she’d imagined.
How long would she toy with her before eating her? Slower would be fine. Eat her a little slower — let her enjoy this a little longer.
The little rabbit never noticed what a docile picture she made, tear-streaked and kissed without knowing it was a kiss — a picture irresistible to any fox.
Bit by bit she seemed to melt into it, unaware of what “it” even was. Now and then she even gave little instinctive answers. Jiang Youwan’s skill at kissing was superb, and she kissed her a long, long while — kissed her until she judged that one more moment would make the little rabbit faint — before drawing back.
The little rabbit truly was nearly gone: eyes rimmed wet and red, face flushed peach-pink, lips and mouth corners glossy with dew — whose, she could not have said.
Looking at her, Jiang Youwan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. What to do with her — her little rabbit Xiao Jin was still such a silly, gullible thing, so easy to fool.
Before me — has anyone ever fooled her before?
Jiang Youwan raised a hand and wiped the dampness from the corner of her mouth, and asked softly, “How old are you?”
“Five hundred years old…” The little rabbit gazed up at her, dazed. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to eat me?”
When she asked it, a small piteous hope had crept into her eyes — enough that even Jiang Youwan’s heart softened against teasing her further.
“I am. But one step at a time — savoring slowly, isn’t that so?”
The little rabbit’s hope shattered, and she burst into tears again, scrubbing at her eyes while scolding her fiercely: “Boohoo… why are you tormenting me, stinking fox! If you’re going to eat me, then hurry up and do it! A rabbit can be killed, but not humiliated!3“
And she didn’t only scrub her eyes — she kicked her legs, too, kicking the Demon Venerable’s covers into a wrinkled mess, treating the bed as her own rabbit nest for a full-blown tantrum.
Jiang Youwan’s eyes brimmed with helpless amusement. She cupped the little rabbit’s cheeks. “Don’t cry, Little Princess. Now is not the time for crying.”
“Boohoo…”
Looking at her tear-misted face, Jiang Youwan couldn’t help dipping down to kiss her again. The little rabbit resisted on reflex. “No…”
“Has anyone ever treated you like this before?” she asked, in the gaps between kisses.
“I… I am the Rabbit Clan’s one and only Little Princess. No one has ever dared be so bold, so wicked — wanting to eat me… My Imperial Mother won’t let you get away with this!”
An answer that satisfied Jiang Youwan entirely. “Mm. Such a good baby.”
Jiang Youwan’s warm breath brushed her face, and the little rabbit shivered head to toe — whether because of that word baby, whose meaning she now knew, or because the fox kept kissing her and wouldn’t let go, something in the little rabbit changed, in a way she had never known…
It was a strange feeling, so strange she didn’t know what to do with it — and in her mortification she decided the fox who meant to eat her had frightened her into wetting herself, and she cried out in shame and indignation.
“Meanie… meanie, it’s all your fault!”
The fox lifted her mouth from her lips and moved to kiss her pale, warm neck instead. “What’s wrong with Xiao Jin?”
Jiang Jinyi blinked. “H-how do you know my name is Xiao Jin?”
“I just know…” Jiang Youwan coaxed her softly between kisses. “Be good. Call me jiejie.”
Jiang Jinyi thought this fox was truly outrageous — bullying her like this and still wanting to be called jiejie. “I won’t call you jiejie! Stinking fox! Old hag!”
A little displeased, Jiang Youwan punished her with a nip of her fangs, then asked on: “When did Xiao Jin differentiate into a Kun Ze?”
“A month ago…”
Jiang Youwan laughed softly. “No wonder.”
The little rabbit didn’t understand what she meant. The strange feeling in her body was unbearable; and, resigned to death, she urged her on: “If you’re going to eat me, then eat me quickly — stop dawdling!”
“All right. But Xiao Jin did deliver herself to me, you know.” Jiang Youwan drew back from her neck, turned her over, and gathered her into her arms from behind.
Chest against back, Jiang Jinyi felt her softness and her warmth — and suddenly thought that being held like this was rather wonderful.
Was this how foxes always ate their rabbits?
Sometimes, when she found a patch of alfalfa particularly delicious, she was like this too — hugging it to her chest like a treasure, sniffing hard, nuzzling, kissing, unable to bear eating it…
But she ate it anyway.
Just as now: the fox was brushing aside the hair at her nape. So she had chosen a good spot to bite. The neck was fine, really — one bite, and it would be over; she wouldn’t have to suffer so long…
Boohoo, Imperial Mother. She wanted her Imperial Mother so badly…
The presence behind her drew closer and closer; the scent of Qian Yuan had, without her noticing, saturated the whole bedchamber — and had coaxed the untouched Kun Ze to a certain pitch.
The little rabbit’s face had ripened, unawares, to the red of a peach in full season; her thoughts scattered beyond her control — from wanting one last look at her Imperial Mother, drifting hazily into wanting… to be bitten…
It could be bitten now.
The fox nuzzled her sweet, scalding food a few times with the tip of her nose — then bared her sharp fangs, and without the least hesitation, bit down.
“Ahh—”
The bitten rabbit cried out; the instinct to flee set her thrashing with all her strength.
But the feeling was not quite what she had imagined… As the pheromones poured in, the rabbit swiftly lost both the will and the strength to resist. Her eyes went unfocused, and she went soft in the fox’s arms — the very picture of one awaiting the butcher’s knife.
“Hm~” Jiang Youwan hummed, satisfied. No wonder Xiao Jin liked it so — so this was what marking felt like.
“Baby, did jiejie’s bite hurt you?” A nuzzle of her nose — the rabbit was drenched in her scent through and through now.
“Mm…”
Never before had Jiang Jinyi been handled so; she could not govern her own responses. Shameful single syllables, rising and falling, spilled from her lips without cease. She struggled to gather her wits, remembered her old tutor’s teachings — and belatedly realized: she had… she had been marked by this stinking fox.
Her Imperial Mother had once told her: to be marked meant you were to marry that person.
She — she was going to marry this fox?
The thought alone made Jiang Jinyi burn with shame and disbelief — and a strange, flustered embarrassment.
And yet… she didn’t seem to mind it as much as she’d expected. Was it because she’d already been marked — because she was being taken by her even now?
“Stinking fox, boohoo… stinking fox, go away… ah—”
She’d barely gotten the insult out before the fox took her revenge, and rode her hard.
“Stinking fox? Heh…”
Perhaps rabbits didn’t know how vindictive foxes could be. Every word of that scolding had been quietly, sneakily entered into the ledger of her heart.
“Who was it that clung to her jiejie all day long and couldn’t sleep without her scent? And now that Xiao Jin has turned into a rabbit, she turns her back and forgets her? Hmm?”
“No, I didn’t… ah…” The little rabbit had no idea what the fox was talking about, denying it all incoherently, bracing herself to crawl forward — only to be dragged right back by Jiang Youwan.
She demanded sharply: “You think jiejie’s too old, don’t you? Tired of looking at me — off to find some younger girl so you can be somebody else’s jiejie, aren’t you?”
Jiang Jinyi shook her head, moisture at the corner of her mouth, her words barely intelligible. “No, I’m not… I’m not…”
“Not what? Not which?”
Her thoroughly wrecked brain fought to construct an answer to what Jiang Youwan had said, and she forced the words out through her trembling: “I don’t… think you’re old…”
“Really?” Jiang Youwan still didn’t quite believe her, and asked again and again.
“Boohoo… really…”
Jiang Youwan coaxed at her ear, soft and low: “Be a good girl and call me jiejie~”
Jiang Jinyi had been cried clean out of herself, panting, every word steeped in sobs: “Jiejie, jiejie…”
“Jiejie, please, ah…”
Only then did Jiang Youwan’s eyes curve — satisfied at last. Her tone turned honey-soft and gentle; her actions were not gentle in the least.
She ate the whole rabbit, down to the very last morsel.
…
When that suffocating tide had passed, Jiang Jinyi felt a rush of wetness, thought she had wet herself again, and cried out in shame, cursing Jiang Youwan any number of times in a hopeless jumble.
“Such a pure-hearted little Jin…” Jiang Youwan was well pleased. In this world too, Xiao Jin had been just like this — waiting sweetly for her to arrive, waiting to be awakened by her.
“This isn’t wetting yourself, you know. This is the little fountain.”
…Fountain?
After that, Jiang Jinyi begged for mercy over and over, calling her jiejie, pleading no more little fountain, please — and Jiang Youwan found her almost unbearably adorable, and made the little fountain appear with redoubled enthusiasm.
By the end her voice had gone hoarse — past even the reach of begging.
Jiang Jinyi no longer remembered how long she had been done this way and that. Before she fainted, only one thought remained: she was surely going to be done to death…
…
Jiang Jinyi woke crying. Her eyes were wet at the corners, tear tracks still lingering on her face, and she was still crying — hiccuping sobs, breath ragged.
The familiar ceiling eased her a little. She turned her head — Jiang Youwan lay right beside her, slowly opening her eyes.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Jiang Youwan propped herself up; the strap of her nightgown slipped down her shoulder with the motion. She gathered Jiang Jinyi into her arms, tender and attentive.
So it had all been a dream. Still trembling from it, Jiang Jinyi burrowed into Jiang Youwan’s arms and hiccuped: “Jiejie, I had a nightmare… the you in my dream was so frightening…”
In the dim light, Jiang Youwan’s smile was sly and thoroughly sated. “Hm? How was jiejie frightening?”
“You turned into a fox demon, and I was a rabbit, and you scared me and said you’d eat me, and then you did this and that to me — so fierce, so violent…”
Jiang Youwan laughed despite herself and soothed her: “It was all a dream. Isn’t jiejie holding you right now? Hmm? No more crying, all right?”
But even with her jiejie so gentle now, the dream-Jiang Youwan still had Jiang Jinyi’s heart rattling in her chest. She was rather hard to soothe this time — it was only when Jiang Youwan let her counter-attack, let her top4, that she finally stopped fussing, and fell back asleep, safe and sound, in her jiejie’s arms.
The author has something to say:
Didn’t expect it to come out this long — sorry for running a little late!
Footnotes
- 落汤鸡 | luotangji | Literally 'a chicken dropped into the soup pot' — a standard Chinese idiom for someone drenched and bedraggled, the exact counterpart of the English 'drowned rat.' The comedy here lies in a rabbit being likened to poultry.
- 几炷香 | ji zhu xiang | Incense-stick time: pre-modern China measured durations by burning incense, one stick marking roughly half an hour to an hour. The unit survives as a stock time expression in historical and xianxia-flavored fantasy fiction.
- 兔可杀不可辱 | tu ke sha bu ke ru | A comic twist on the classical Confucian maxim 士可杀不可辱 — literally 'a scholar may be killed, but not humiliated' — which asserts that dignity outranks life itself. Swapping the scholar for a rabbit turns solemn protest into farce.
- 攻 | gong | The dominant partner in a couple, from danmei (Chinese boys'-love) fandom vocabulary now used across all romance genres including GL; the receptive counterpart is 受 (shou). 'Counter-attack' (反攻) means the habitually receptive partner seizes the dominant role — here, Youwan indulgently letting Jinyi take charge.
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