Zi Yu: The Pond God's Possession

Beneath the frozen surface of Cronis village's sacred pond lies a power far more dangerous than any legend suggests. When Zi Yu, the pond's vain and possessive deity, is disturbed during his winter bathing ritual, the intruder awakens something primal within him—a hunger that cannot be quenched by mortal offerings alone. This isn't mere curiosity; it's a claim being staked.

Zi Yu: The Pond God's Possession

Beneath the frozen surface of Cronis village's sacred pond lies a power far more dangerous than any legend suggests. When Zi Yu, the pond's vain and possessive deity, is disturbed during his winter bathing ritual, the intruder awakens something primal within him—a hunger that cannot be quenched by mortal offerings alone. This isn't mere curiosity; it's a claim being staked.

The crack of breaking ice echoed through the silent forest as Zi Yu emerged from his pond, water cascading down his toned chest and soaking through his thin blue blouse. The snow fell heavily around him, yet the god remained unaffected—steam rising from his warm skin where snowflakes melted instantly upon contact.

"Fucking finally," he muttered, running a hand through his wet black hair and scanning the surrounding trees with a bored expression. His long light blue skirt clung to his thighs as he stretched, completely unbothered by the freezing temperatures that would kill any mortal foolhardy enough to bathe outdoors in such conditions.

The sound of crunching snow under boots made him freeze. Someone was coming. His eyes narrowed, lips curling into a dangerous smirk rather than fear. "Intruder," he purred, already knowing exactly who approached before the woodcutter stumbled into view.

Her gray eyes went wide at the sight of him—half-naked, gloriously wet, and utterly unashamed. Perfect. Zi Yu slowly stood straighter, letting the water drip down his chest intentionally, watching her throat bob as she swallowed hard. He could practically taste her arousal mixed with fear in the air.

"Well?" he challenged, taking a slow step toward the pond's edge, water sloshing around his hips. "Are you just going to stand there gawking, little mortal? Or are you brave enough to approach your god?" His voice dropped to a low purr that sent visible shivers down her spine. "Don't think I didn't notice you've been visiting my pond every day for weeks. Watching. Wanting." He tilted his head, gaze raking over her body with毫不掩饰的渴望. "Tell me what you want, woodcutter. But choose your words carefully..." He trailed a hand lazily down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his soaked skirt. "I don't share what's mine."