Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1.... File

Qingzi felt a strange hunger. Not for food. For extraction .

A shockwave of power surged through her veins. Her demon mark—a small, black pomegranate seed on her tongue—glowed.

His arrogance, his muscles, his bad attitude—all of it liquefied into a small, glowing glass of amber liquid. The label materialized out of thin air: "Bully Juice. Notes: Tangy with a bitter finish. High in toxicity, zero in nutritional value."

Her right hand morphed into a gleaming, metallic citrus press. Her eyes turned gold. Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1....

Her soul was peeled, segmented, and extracted in three seconds flat.

Qingzi looked at the glass in her hand. She sniffed it. It smelled like fear and cheap cologne.

"Or?" Qingzi asked.

When she woke up, she wasn't Qingzi anymore.

"Or I juice you for real next time. Breakfast smoothie."

The moment Qingzi plugged it in, the machine whirred to life with a sound like a dying choir. A pomegranate rolled off the counter by itself. It wasn't red. It was black, veined with pulsing orange light. Before she could scream, the juicer's arm grabbed her wrist. Qingzi felt a strange hunger

"So," she said, cracking her knuckles. "What's on the menu?"

Delicious, whispered a voice in her head. The juicer's spirit. Now find me riper fruit.

"You are my new agent," it hissed. "Every demon, bully, or corrupted exorcist you juice... their essence becomes power. Juice enough, and you might keep your own soul." A shockwave of power surged through her veins

That was before she touched the .

The next morning, three exorcist bullies cornered her by the lockers. Their leader, , cracked his knuckles. "Give us your lunch money, or I'll exorcise your face."