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As a voracious and genre-savvy reader of trash literature, Shen Yuan of course knew that a female character's level of villainy was the deciding factor in how much skin she would show.
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That dumbfuck hackneyed misogynistic lazy-ass trope completely defined the world of Proud Immortal Woman Way - a PIDW spin-off that, improbably, managed to be even worse than the already terrible original, mainly due to its execrably-researched and ridiculously-named location (Eurogia, the "Western" part of the world that the original Bingge had just never bothered to visit for some reason - well, if it was so "Western", then why the fuck did the characters still have the same names, huh, Airplane?) and the inconsistent and badly-thought-through gender swapping of some of the characters (which was clearly only done so that Airplane could titillate the readers with ridiculous, lewd and demeaning descriptions and merchandise of the previously untouchable Luo Binghe - what an absolute disgrace! And how come Mobei-jun didn't get that same treatment, huh? Was Airplane just shamelessly pandering to the Mobing shippers?).
Still, no matter how dumb and annoying Shen Yuan found that trope, he had never expected to be personally victimized by it.
And yet, here he was, transmigrated into the ultimate villainess of Proud Immortal Woman Way: Qingqiu-jun, the demon queen in whose court the heroine suffered a horrible childhood until she was sold as a slave to the human realm, escaped, became a badass swordswoman, amassed power, retook her human mother's throne and returned to conquer the demon realm and enact her vengeance on everyone who had wronged her as a despised little half-breed scullery maid.
As the #1 evil woman in the cast of characters, the demon queen - of fucking course! - had to wear the skimpiest outfits in the whole story, which meant that her stupid wardrobe didn't contain a single! item! of clothing! that covered! her! chest!
And the worst part was that since the trash novel was turned into a vibrant, living world, Eurogian demons had cultural norms, expectations and implications that together created a complex and compelling set of reasons for why the queen had to continue dressing that way. The freshly transmigrated Qingqiu-jun couldn't just change her fashion sense on a whim. It would be understood as a sign of weakness of character by her demonic court, who would decend upon her like sharks smelling blood.
She had seriously considered running away and starting a new life somewhere she wouldn't be recognized as the queen and expected to retain her terrible fashion sense. But in the end, it was just too tempting to stay in the position of power that allowed her to investigate all the plot holes and fix all of the original goods' terrible decisions that Shen Yuan had spent a significant portion of his former life tearing apart. Not to mention the chance to elevate poor little Luo Binghe from the lowliest of servants to the queen's beloved, adorable, doted-upon personal attendant!
Qingqiu-jun got used to it by reminding herself that she was a demon now and it was not a big deal in her new culture. Thankfully her new breasts were not significantly bigger than her old body's entirely flat chest, and did not flap about disgracefully when walking or do any of the uncomfortable-sounding things that Airplane always described in unnecessary detail whenever the female Luo Binghe of Proud Immortal Woman Way moved or even breathed in more deeply than usual.
Well. To be fair. Qingqiu-jun understood why Airplane devoted so much page space to descriptions of her breasts once Luo Binghe reentered her court as an adult (somehow determined to unite her realm with Qingqiu-jun's not through conquest, as she was supposed to, but through marriage? Marriage to whom? There was no handsome virile demon prince for her to marry, only this humble queen! Was Binghe trying to claim her firstborn son like an evil fairy in a fairy-tale or something? Well, joke's on you, Binghe, this queen wouldn't be bearing any children any time soon!).
Young Binghe had been lithe, pretty, sweet, obedient, incredibly refreshing among the chaos of the demonic court. Adult Binghe combined that heart-warming smile with a bombshell body and predator's grace to absolutely devastating effect. It was honestly quite distracting. So much so that Qingqiu-jun was not entirely certain how she ended up secluded in her private chambers, with the heroine's shapely thigh pressed against her knee and her starry eyes looking up at her from under long lashes.
Apparently she had agreed to reintroduce Binghe to the intricacies of demon culture after she had spent all that time in the human realm, becoming a peerless duelist and conquering her mother's throne?
"I know my queen has always had very... human... sensibilities regarding breasts," Binghe was purring, leaning closer. "But if she is determined to help me embrace my demonic heritage, maybe she could start here?"
Her slender hand, tipped with beautiful and deadly claws, lifted Qingqiu-jun's fingers to the buttons of her ruffled blouse. One by one, the buttons popped open, revealing a soft bounty.
Tumblr-friendly version where SQQ is only just unbuttoning Binghe's blouse
Binghe didn't let go until Qingqiu-jun was holding her - heavy, pillowy yet firm, unexpectedly cool to the touch - breast, and then only to lean closer. The surprise of it made Qingqiu-jun's hand spasm involuntarily and Binghe moaned. She realized belatedly that she had just squeezed the heroine's peerless bosom. Distantly, she thought that this must be the point where she was going to reflexively jump back and let go in shock, as if touching a hot stove, but for some reason that didn't happen. Her hand remained where it was.
...well, in a way, it was really only fair for her to finally get to see Luo Binghe's breasts after parading her own about all this time... and, honestly, to touch them too, after all those times that young Binghe had accidentally tripped face first into her own stupidly revealing cleavage. Except her own thoughts right now were nowhere near as innocent as Binghe's had doubtless been back then!
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"Caught you, my queen," Binghe thinks with bone-deep satisfaction. Of course she has several backup plans ready to tie Qingqiu-jun to herself irrevocably, but she thinks she won't be needing them - her queen doesn't seem like she'll be letting go of her any time soon. Looks like Mobei-jun's little human was right - to really capture her queen, she had to let her be the captor.
First sketch, where Binghe's breasts looked particularly good