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(There is a SMUT scene at the end of this chapter. Reading or skipping it is optional, as it doesn't impact the narrative. There will be a marker indicating where it begins.)
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Everyone held their breath, their unblinking gazes fixed on Ling Bai. This unprecedented spectacle of 'Six Nations Vying for Supremacy' in the history of the Sea God Fated Blind Date Festival had completely seized the audience's attention. They all yearned to know who he would ultimately choose.
The Sea God Pavilion elders wore the relaxed expressions of spectators enjoying a good show. Yan Shaozhe nodded repeatedly; few men in this world were greater scoundrels than himself, and Ling Bai definitely counted as one!
"Junior Brother Ling Bai, time is up," Zhang Lexuan announced.
"Alright."
Ling Bai replied softly. Six pairs of luminous, watery eyes converged on him—hope, longing, tenderness. Each held a different emotion. They had entrusted him with their hearts and now waited for the response of the man they adored.
"I choose Ning Tian."
BOOM—
Phoenix flames exploded into existence as Ma Xiaotao suddenly lost control of her emotions. She knew she had been Ling Bai's first woman. Even knowing he and Ning Tian were childhood sweethearts, she had still harbored a slender thread of fantasy that he might choose her.
Now reality shattered that dream. His voice had been very soft, yet it felt deafening to her ears, like a stinging slap across the face. A buzzing filled her head.
"Xiaotao, are you alright?"
Even though her own heart felt as if it were cracking open and leaking sour pain, Han Ruoruo was a few years older. She forced herself to keep her emotions in check and reached out with quiet concern.
"I'm fine. This was something I saw coming long ago."
Ma Xiaotao turned slightly away, wiping at the tears that slipped uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. She held her head high; even while weeping, the proud phoenix kept her chin tilted upward.
Han Ruoruo sighed faintly. No matter who he chose, it was bound to hurt the others. She had just given Ling Bai a step down earlier, offering to be a buffer.
Choosing her would have been a stopgap, an admission that he held feelings for many of them yet could not say so openly because of the festival's rules. Ling Bai, however, clearly didn't want to drag things out. He preferred to be decisive.
A faint smile still hung on Dugu Lin's lips as she toyed with her jade-green nails. Ling Luochen's expression didn't change. The two of them understood perfectly that Ling Bai would never choose them, so there was little room for heartbreak.
Wu Feng crossed her arms over her chest, looking around with smug satisfaction. In this moment, she seemed to share in Ning Tian's glory. From the bottom of her heart, she supported Ling Bai and Ning Tian being together and was sincerely willing to serve them.
From the moment Ling Bai spoke her name, Ning Tian's sapphire-blue eyes had remained fixed on his face, waves of deep feeling surging beneath that calm surface, enough to drown a man.
Before more than a thousand students from Shrek's Outer and Inner Courtyards, in a scene nearly everyone had anticipated, he had still resolutely chosen her. This blatant preference was a priceless treasure she clutched tightly to her heart.
Zhang Lexuan felt a stab of regret for Han Ruoruo, but she could only continue to discharge her duty as host:
"Ling Bai has chosen Ning Tian. Does anyone wish to steal the bride?"
The gazes of the Inner Courtyard boys drifted away. In the past, Ling Bai had personally beaten every single one of them into submission. Now that he had grown even more powerful, anyone who tried to steal his bride would have to be tired of living.
"I do."
Ling Luochen kept her promise. "Big Senior Sister, I'm a six-ringed Spirit Emperor, and my Martial Spirit is completely countered by Ling Bai's. Am I allowed to find a few helpers?"
"According to the rules of the Sea God Fated Blind Date Festival, the bride-stealing challenge must maintain a balance of strength between both sides." Zhang Lexuan nodded.
"Good. Senior Sister Han, Ma Xiaotao, Dugu Lin, you three join me."
Her words stunned the three women. Ma Xiaotao even forgot her sorrow for a moment, staring over in a daze.
"With Ling Bai's talent, his combat strength is at least at the Titled Douluo level."
Ling Luochen said calmly. "You don't have to hold back. Just fight him until all the unhappiness in your hearts is gone!"
"That makes sense. Fight!"
Her words jabbed straight into Ma Xiaotao's heart. The sharp radiance in her phoenix eyes flared once more as she locked onto Ling Bai. A faint phoenix cry echoed over Sea God Lake.
"Then I'm in."
Dugu Lin flicked her jade‑green short hair. She was the sort who feared the world wasn't chaotic enough; only when things were messy could she fish in troubled waters.
"I won't participate. I wish the two of you a hundred years of harmony."
Han Ruoruo refused the bride‑stealing battle. She flew up and away from Sea God Lake, leaving this place of right and wrong behind.
"Damn it, he dares to make Sister Ruoruo sad! I'm going to steal the bride!!!"
On a lotus pad further back, Wu Ming stomped her feet in fury.
Chu Qingtian jumped in fright and hurried to placate her. "Senior Sister Wu, calm down, calm down! How would it look if you jumped in!"
"Ma Xiaotao, Ling Luochen, and Dugu Lin challenge you."
Zhang Lexuan turned to Ling Bai. "Do you accept?"
"I accept."
Ling Bai spread his six angelic wings and flew into the sky. He didn't want to rank the women around him, but he had to raise one banner firmly, or there would be more waves in the future.
There was Ning Tian, his childhood sweetheart; Ma Xiaotao, the first woman who had joined with him in both body and soul; and Han Ruoruo, the Elder Sister who was willing to accept that he would not be hers alone.
If he could not resolve things with feelings, then absolute clarity of reason had to suppress those restless emotions.
Ma Xiaotao and Han Ruoruo had always known of Ning Tian's existence. Since they couldn't become his properly wedded wife, it was easier for them to accept Ning Tian in that role.
The bonds tying Ling Bai to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan ran too deep—Jianmu Douluo, Ning Fengya, Ning Fengyu...
Most of the people who had cared for and cherished him since childhood came from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. It was very difficult for him to choose anyone else.
"Bride‑stealing segment: Ling Bai versus Ma Xiaotao, Ling Luochen, and Dugu Lin!"
Bei Bei announced loudly.
No one had expected this. After Gu Fan and Hua Yao, and Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong Er, had successfully completed their Hundred Years of Harmony, the third match turned out to be a scene of 'turned from love to rivalry.' Three great beauties, their love unreturned, were now launching a bride‑stealing battle. The dramatic turn of events sent every spectator's nerves thrumming with excitement.
As the initiator of the battle, Ling Luochen moved first. Her toes tapped lightly on the lake, a thin sheet of ice instantly forming beneath her. Six spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, two black—rose up as a freezing aura spread toward Ling Bai.
Her delicate brows and eyes were cold. It was true she had never developed love for Ling Bai in the deepest sense, yet the moment he appeared, her heart had started pounding uncontrollably. Some aura within his body constantly called to her, tugging at her body and soul.
She would never forget that feeling. It came from Ling Bai's left hand, which had touched her during the previous tournament when he absorbed the Ice Jade Scorpion spirit bone.
When Ling Bai had summoned snowflakes to freeze the lake surface earlier, that long-lost stirring had resurfaced, drawing her involuntarily closer. If it meant she could touch that left hand again, she was willing even to take a beating.
A blaze of brilliant fire cut through the night sky as a golden-red fire phoenix soared overhead. Its gorgeous tail feathers and perfect form displayed the majesty of the king of birds.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red, red!
Eight spirit rings flared in the night like suns, instantly drawing every eye. Ma Xiaotao's aura surged sharply, and her phoenix flames roared into the heavens!
On the ferry, Yan Shaozhe wore a smug, satisfied expression. For the sake of this personal disciple of Ultimate Fire, he had gone to great lengths.
He had convened a Sea God Pavilion meeting where the elders unanimously passed a plan to cultivate Ma Xiaotao with full force—sharing the cultivation insights of a former Ultimate Fire expert and rallying the entire Pavilion to hunt a 100,000-year spirit beast at Scorching Fire Mountain.
In the matter of succession between Huo Yuhao and Ma Xiaotao, Yan Shaozhe also supported Ma Xiaotao.
With his eye for people, he understood that Huo Yuhao had already become thoroughly 'Shrek-shaped.' Giving Yuhao a Sea God Pavilion elder's seat would be enough. Handing the future to Ma Xiaotao, on the other hand, might make Ling Bai look more favorably on the Academy.
Sea God Pavilion Master!
Who could refuse a lover of such status!
Meanwhile, Dugu Lin released her Five Poisons as One, the Jade Phosphor Absolute Poison. Six spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, two black—burst forth as a terrifying poison flowed into Sea God Lake. Everyone frowned and retreated, their faces etched with wariness.
Dugu Lin was twenty-four this year. According to the predictions of the Jade Phosphor Serpent elders, the snake poison would completely consume her by the age of twenty-five.
She was already finding it difficult to control the poison in her body. Within the Inner Courtyard, only the three Spirit Douluo—Zhang Lexuan, Ma Xiaotao, and Han Ruoruo—dared to exchange a few moves with her. Even the Inner Courtyard's Active Volcano, Wu Ming, refused to face her in the Spirit Dueling Arena.
Under the torment of the potent poison, her personality had become increasingly twisted and eccentric. Combined with her terrifying poison skills, she had earned the name 'Fatal Snake Woman,' and the other students avoided her like the plague.
Most had been secretly hoping Ling Bai would take this beautiful, venomous snake away and return peace to the Inner Courtyard.
High in the sky, a golden light bloomed in Ling Bai's eyes. The holy radiance of his Angelic Domain spread outward, centered on his body like a brilliant golden sun illuminating the space above Sea God Lake as if it were day.
Ling Luochen's ice elements were instantly erased. The holy light simultaneously purified the Jade Phosphor Absolute Poison that Dugu Lin had released. The entire scene transformed into a pure golden world as the magnificent hymns of angels echoed in everyone's ears.
"Such a powerful Angelic Domain!"
An elder on the ferry boat exclaimed, shooting to his feet.
"This kid somehow achieved the Ultimate level in both the fire and light attributes of his Seraphim.
Fire, ice, light, darkness, evil, poison... he counters them all."
Yan Shaozhe said with a bitter smile as he calmed the screeching Bright Phoenix within him.
Dugu Lin and Ling Luochen were miserably suppressed. Ma Xiaotao, at least possessing Ultimate Fire, fared slightly better. Though her fire's quality was inferior, she was not instantly defeated like the other two. The light of her 100,000-year eighth spirit ring intensified as her fire phoenix charged fearlessly toward the Seraphim!
RUMBLE—
Thunder roared as countless massive lightning dragons wove through the dark sky. Each pass was accompanied by an ear-splitting boom, and the surrounding air grew heavy and oppressive, as if infected by their roars.
Radiant Thunder Dazzles the World!
The Inner Courtyard students could only open their mouths in stunned silence, their gazes dazed. This spirit skill resembled a natural disaster and had long since eclipsed their usual frame of reference.
As Radiant Thunder Dazzles the World descended, the enormous lightning dragons crashed down like heavenly judgment. They shattered the Ultimate Fire protecting the phoenix, then merged into a prison of living lightning that enclosed Ma Xiaotao as she poured out streams of phoenix fire.
The Angelic Domain condensed into a brilliant sphere of light, blocking all outside sight.
Ling Bai waved his hand, dispelling the lightning prison, and slipped his arms around Ma Xiaotao's supple waist from behind.
Ma Xiaotao's body went rigid. She struggled twice without success, then gritted her teeth:
"Didn't you choose Ning Tian? What are you hugging me for?"
"You are all my wings, the people who stand on the very tip of my heart."
"What if I decide to cut things off with you?"
Ling Bai put on a troubled look. "Then I'll just have to drag you back to the clan's secret chamber and straighten you out."
"Pah!"
Ma Xiaotao spat lightly, her pretty face suddenly flushing scarlet. Her mind could not help wandering back to the time they had spent wrapped in intense, burning passion.
After letting her anger pour out and cool, Ma Xiaotao's thoughts turned to the future. Her temper was fiery, but her feelings were focused. There was no way she could truly break things off; she could not bear to leave Ling Bai, nor could she find a second man capable of overpowering her in both body and soul.
When she thought about it carefully, Ling Bai was, to some extent, in a position where his hands were tied. If she could not be the main wife, Ning Tian was the only one she could accept.
"I don't care. You can figure out how to coax me yourself!"
Ma Xiaotao flicked her golden-red hair. She had accepted the situation, albeit grudgingly, but she was still angry.
"Alright, I promise I'll win you back."
Ling Bai gently pinched her snow-white chin. Although Ma Xiaotao said no with her mouth, her body was honest, and she turned back to demand a kiss.
This 'coaxing' was merely a lover's game. If not for the inappropriate setting, the two would have ignited like dry tinder meeting a flame and launched into passionate warfare right then and there.
The Angelic Domain lifted, revealing Ling Bai and Ma Xiaotao's figures.
"I've lost."
Ma Xiaotao left those words and flew away. Ling Bai dealt with Ling Luochen and Dugu Lin—mere Spirit Emperors—effortlessly, ending the battle by giving each a flick on the forehead. Ling Luochen specifically requested he use his left hand.
"Are there any other students who wish to steal the bride?" Zhang Lexuan asked.
Everyone wore expressions that said, 'Yeah, right!'
Fight your ass!
That was the most powerful innate spirit skill of a 300,000-year Radiant Thunder Hell Dragon!
Water conducts electricity. They all feared Ling Bai might slip and send Radiant Thunder Dazzles the World into the lake, dispatching them all to meet their ancestors!
After a long silence with no challengers, Zhang Lexuan smiled and announced, "The Hundred Years of Harmony ceremony is complete. We wish Ling Bai and Ning Tian a long and happy life together, with rainbows all the way!"
"Mei'er, you have experience. Go comfort Xiaotao," Elder Xuan suddenly said to Cai Mei'er on the ferry.
"Yes, Elder Xuan."
Cai Mei'er nodded automatically, but the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. What does he mean, 'you have experience'?
Is this old coot implying I clawed my way up as the other woman?!
…
With the battle concluded, the couple arrived at Sea God Island's shore. Ling Bai held Ning Tian's hand as they strolled along the lakeside path, with Wu Feng following on his other side. The Sea God Fated Blind Date Festival continued behind them, but they had no heart to pay attention.
Arriving at the two girls' wooden cabin, Ning Tian coughed lightly. "Xiao Feng, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in Shrek City tonight."
"Huh? Oh! Sure!"
Wu Feng's brain stuttered for a couple of seconds before she understood. She hurried away, clenching her fists in excitement, wanting to throw her head back and laugh.
One husband, one wife—here I come!
Ling Bai and Ning Tian both knew what would happen next. There was no need to say it aloud.
Ning Tian went into the bathroom to shower. When she came out, she was slightly self‑conscious. Her platinum‑blond hair hung damp to her waist, and a single bath towel was wrapped snugly around her delicate figure, its hem falling midway down her thighs. However, the towel could not completely hide what lay beneath; the faint outline of lace pressed against the terry cloth. Her shoulders and long legs were perfectly framed, glowing softly in the room's dim light.
Ling Bai sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze tracking her every step. Being watched like this for the first time, the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan paused nervously, then slowly moved forward. Her crystal‑clear jade feet, tucked into slippers, padded softly across the floor until she stood before him. She leaned down, slid her arms around his waist, and nestled fully into his embrace.
"Bai‑ge, I can't imagine what foolish thing I might have done if you'd chosen someone else tonight. Thank you for choosing me."
The girl's body was incredibly soft. Her sapphire-blue eyes were clear and bright, reflecting only the figure of the man before her.
Ling Bai knew he was in the wrong. After a moment of silence, he could only say, "I'm sorry. It's my fault I can't give you one hundred percent of my love."
Ning Tian let out a small, relieved laugh, as though a knot in her chest had finally unraveled. Her sapphire-blue eyes shimmered with unshed emotion as she spoke with quiet, unwavering earnestness:
"Then I'll just have to love you a little more, to make our love complete."
They leaned in until there was no space left between them. Ling Bai lowered his head, and their lips met...
***SMUT SCENE STARTS HERE!***
It was nothing like the wild, domineering kiss he shared with Ma Xiaotao. This one was soft, almost cautious at first, like butterfly wings brushing tender skin. He felt the faint tremor of her lips beneath his own and tasted the fragile nervousness that made his chest tighten with aching tenderness.
Ning Tian's mind went beautifully, blissfully blank. The frantic drumbeat in her chest thundered up into her throat, drowning out thought as everything melted into pure sensation. His lips were warm and impossibly soft yet firm, moving against hers with a patient, experienced certainty that made her knees weaken.
A helpless, whimpering sound welled up from inside her—a needy, nasal "Mhmm~" that vibrated between their joined mouths like a plea. The quiet room filled with the wet, intimate sounds of lips parting and meeting again, over and over.
His arms wrapped more tightly around her waist, large hands spanning her slender back as he drew her flush against his hard, muscular chest. Her breasts, barely contained by the towel, flattened against him; that thin band of terry cloth felt insultingly inadequate between their heated bodies. Her hands, which had been resting shyly on his shoulders, slid of their own accord around his neck. Delicate fingers threaded into his lustrous golden hair, marveling at its cool, silken texture even as her thoughts disintegrated.
"Mmph... Bai-ge..." she sighed against his mouth, the sound immediately swallowed and devoured by him.
Ling Bai deepened the kiss, tracing the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue in a silent request. Her lashes fluttered. With a shuddering breath, she parted her lips for him.
He slipped inside.
Her mouth was warm and exquisitely soft as their tongues met and tangled. Hers was clumsy and hesitant at first, reacting more than initiating, but she learned quickly—matching his rhythm, chasing his tongue, letting herself be guided and then daring to push back. Each wet slide, each soft suck of tongue against tongue sent sparks down her spine.
Schlick... Schlick...
The wet sounds of their deepening kiss seemed to echo in the quiet dorm room, mingling with their roughened breaths. The taste of him was intoxicating—uniquely Ling Bai—bright, hot, like liquid sunlight that made her head spin. In that moment, Ning Tian knew with absolute certainty that she would be addicted to this taste for the rest of her life.
When he finally drew back, both of them were breathless. A thin, gleaming strand of saliva clung stubbornly between their lips before stretching and breaking, catching the lamplight as it fell.
Ning Tian's face burned scarlet, the flush spreading from her cheeks down her snowy neck to disappear beneath the edge of the towel. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the loose knot over her breasts trembling with each breath.
Ling Bai chuckled softly and shifted, clearly about to stand and undress. Ning Tian's small hands shot out on instinct, pressing against his chest to hold him in place. She looked up through damp lashes, sapphire eyes still hazy from the kiss but now lit with a fragile determination:
"Let me. I... I want to serve you properly, Bai-ge."
Ling Bai's golden eyes softened. He leaned back slightly on the bed, giving her room and silently yielding control to her.
Ning Tian's fingers trembled as they reached for the buttons of his shirt. She forced herself to move slowly, carefully, working each button loose one by one. When the fabric finally fell open, she didn't just stare—her cool, delicate palms slid reverently over his bare skin, mapping the sculpted lines of his body.
She traced the hollow of his collarbone, the firm swell of his pectorals, the ridges of his defined abs, moving as though she were memorizing him by touch alone.
"You're so warm..." she breathed, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his heart. "My man is so strong."
Her lips continued their slow exploration, scattering reverent kisses across his chest. When her curious mouth found his nipple, she hesitated only a heartbeat before tentatively circling it with the tip of her tongue. Ling Bai inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing under her touch. Encouraged, she gave another experimental lick, then a soft, clumsy suck.
Ling Bai's hands rose almost of their own accord, settling on her bare, damp shoulders. His thumbs traced small circles along her smooth skin before his palms traveled downward, gliding over the knotted towel at her waist until they cupped the generous curve of her bottom.
He gave her plush flesh a slow, deliberate squeeze through the towel and pulled her hips firmly against his.
Ning Tian gasped softly when she felt the hard length straining against his trousers press into her lower belly. The sheer size and heat of it made her inner walls clench in instinctive anticipation.
Flustered, she drew back just enough to look at him, creating a small gap between their bodies. Her fingers twisted nervously in the edge of the towel as she bit her lower lip.
"I... I have a surprise for you."
Her voice was barely audible as she whispered. Her hands rose to the knot above her breasts. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly tugged.
The towel loosened. It clung for a second to the curve of her hips before surrendering, sliding soundlessly down her legs to pool at her jade-like feet.
Ling Bai's breath caught. Beneath the towel, she wore translucent white lace that clung to her like a second skin. The delicate bra cup barely held the soft weight of her breasts, the pale pink tips standing out as dusky shadows through the lace. The high-cut panties hugged the swell of her hips and framed the smooth, hairless mound of her lower belly, making her ivory thighs seem even longer and more inviting.
"I... I prepared this specially," she stammered, fingers twitching at her sides as she endured the full weight of his devouring gaze. "Do you... like it?"
"Like it?"
Ling Bai's voice came out low and hoarse. "You are absolutely breathtaking, Xiao Tian."
The unvarnished hunger and admiration in his eyes made her entire body feel as though it had been set ablaze. Her earlier nervousness began to melt away under his gaze, leaving behind pure, blazing femininity. She admitted shyly:
"I wanted to drive you mad… Did it work?"
"Come here and find out."
Ling Bai reached out, seizing her slender waist and tugging her sharply between his thighs. His fingers spread over her bare stomach, palms burning-hot against her cool skin as they slid around to the small of her back, tracing the line of her spine.
He leaned forward and brushed a kiss over her exposed shoulder. His lips were scorching against her chilled, freshly bathed skin.
"Ahhnn~!" A sharp, breathy moan escaped Ning Tian as his mouth found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. His tongue swept slowly along that delicate skin, and her entire body shivered.
His hands rose to cup her breasts through the sheer lace. Their soft weight fit perfectly into his palms, as if they had been shaped for his touch alone. The faint roughness of the lace, combined with the heat of his hands, created exquisite friction over her sensitive mounds.
"Hahhh... Bai-ge... your hands..."
He kneaded her gently but firmly, rolling the flesh beneath his fingers, circling deliberately around her nipples without touching them directly. The torment had her shifting restlessly in his hold, thighs rubbing together. When his thumbs finally brushed over her stiffened peaks through the lace, Ning Tian's choked cry was half-pleasure, half-helplessness:
"Kyahhh~! S-sensitive!"
Ling Bai eased her backward, guiding her down onto the bed. The mattress dipped as she lay back, platinum-blonde hair spilling over the pillows like liquid moonlight. Her sapphire-blue eyes, now darkened with desire, stared up at him, lips parted as she panted softly.
Ling Bai loomed over her, golden eyes burning with a holy, consuming fire that made her feel at once cherished and completely, dangerously devoured. He bowed his head and began to worship her breasts through the flimsy barrier of lace. His tongue traced the curve of her breast over the fabric, dampening the delicate material until it clung transparently to her flushed skin.
He treated her with the utmost care, savoring each of her reactions. His mouth followed the subtle rise and fall of her chest, licking along the edge of the bra cup. Then, with a faint brush of his nose, he nudged the lace aside and finally exposed her bare, pale-pink peak.
Suck...slurp...
"Ahhhhnn~! B-Bai-ge!" Ning Tian's back arched high off the bed at the first hot pull of his mouth.
Every suck, every slow lap of his tongue sent lightning directly to her core. Her nipple tightened under his relentless attention, pebbling into a hardened, rosy jewel between his lips. He alternated between gently sucking, swirling his tongue, and giving tiny nips that made her gasp and clutch at his hair.
With a wet, obscene pop, he let the overstimulated bud slip from his mouth. He didn't linger; his lips traveled lower, scattering kisses down the center of her body. His tongue dipped into the shallow curve of her navel, swirling lazily.
"T-that tickles! Bai-ge, don't tease..."
"But you're so cute when you squirm."
Ling Bai grinned against her skin and gave her smooth hipbone a playful nip. His hands slid down to her thighs, stroking from her knees upward in feather-light touches that made her muscles tremble. Almost without realizing it, her legs parted, welcoming him. He settled between them, his broad shoulders gently pushing her knees even wider.
Only then did she fully understand what he intended.
"Bai-ge, w-wait...!"
Ning Tian's eyes flew open wide, shock, embarrassment, and raw arousal crashing together in her chest. She tried to close her legs, but they were already draped over his shoulders, his hands braced on the inside of her thighs, pinning her open. "That's... it's too embarrassing!"
"Shh."
Ling Bai's breath fanned over the damp lace of her panties, the heat of it making her entire lower body clench. "There's nothing embarrassing about this..."
His lips hovered a hair's breadth from her most intimate place, his voice dropping to a hunger-rough whisper.
"Let me taste you."
Those words, spoken with his mouth so close to her hidden flower, sent a surge of molten heat flooding through her. Her fingers twisted in the bedsheets, knuckles whitening. After a brief, futile struggle, her resistance disintegrated. She bit her lip and gave the faintest of nods.
Ling Bai's smile was gentle at first, reassuring... and then his gaze slid down, darkening with something far more voracious. Through the sheer white lace, he had a perfect view of her—her delicate, hairless folds, swollen a deep, rosy pink and glistening with arousal. A damp patch had already spread across the gusset of her panties, growing darker by the second.
"So wet already... All this... for me?"
Instead of removing the panties, he hooked a finger under the elastic at the side and tugged it aside, baring her completely. Ning Tian squeezed her eyes shut, the shame so intense she thought she might catch fire. Cool night air kissed skin that had never seen the light.
Before she could hide her face, he lowered his head and ran his tongue in one slow, devastating stroke from the very bottom of her slit all the way up.
"AHHHHHH~! N-No!~ Hah~ B-Bai-ge!~"
A strangled scream tore itself from her throat. Every muscle in her body locked for a heartbeat. His tongue was hot and impossibly soft yet insistent, sliding through her slick folds. When he brushed over the sensitive pearl at the apex of his stroke, white-hot electricity exploded through her nerves. Her spine bowed, her hands flying to his golden hair. She didn't know whether she wanted to push him away or crush him closer.
Schmp, schlp, slrp, suck~
Wet, lewd sounds began to fill the small room as he licked, lapped, and suckled at her delicate petals with unhurried greed. One hand kept her panties tugged aside, fingers grazing the tense skin of her hip, while his mouth worked between her thighs as if feasting after a long famine.
"S-so emba—embarrassing... ahhhn~ the sounds..." she hiccuped, voice dissolving into breathy cries.
"Your flavor is sublime, Xiao Tian. I could feast on you forever."
To prove it, Ling Bai sealed his lips around her throbbing clit and sucked, hard.
"Nghhh!~"
Whatever fragile control Ning Tian had evaporated. All thoughts of propriety went up in flames. Her hips began moving on their own, grinding helplessly against his face, chasing the unbearable, delicious friction. Her fingers tightened mercilessly in his hair, pulling him deeper between her legs.
"Bai-ge... more... please... ah! Right there! Yes! Don't stop!"
Ling Bai grinned against her, delighted to see the elegant young mistress transform into a needy, demanding little queen under his tongue. Redoubling his efforts, he thrust his tongue deep inside her tight, fluttering entrance, fucking her with it while rubbing the bridge of his nose insistently against her clit.
The pleasure climbed higher and higher, coiling in her lower belly like an over-wound spring. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around nothing, aching to be filled. Her thighs shook around his head, a fine sheen of sweat blooming across her flushed skin.
"S-something's... happening... Bai-ge, I feel so strange... like I'm going to... to...!"
"Let go! Cum for me, Xiao Tian!"
Ling Bai sucked hard on her clit again as his fingers slid smoothly into her dripping entrance. Two long fingers curled upward inside her, unerringly finding that hidden, sensitive spot on her front wall.
"AHHHHHHHHH!~ BAI-GE!!"
Ning Tian's world shattered. Her back arched completely off the bed, heels digging into the mattress as her first orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave. Her silken walls clamped and pulsed around his fingers in frantic, rippling contractions.
A hot gush of clear fluid burst from her, soaking his chin and further drenching her already-ruined panties.
He didn't abandon her the moment she broke. His fingers slowed but did not withdraw, his mouth easing its pressure, guiding her gently through the crashing waves of pleasure. Only when the violent tremors in her legs faded to occasional twitches did he finally relent.
Ning Tian collapsed bonelessly back into the pillows, chest heaving as she dragged in mouthfuls of air. Her mind felt blank, wiped clean by that single, overwhelming climax.
Ling Bai kissed a wet trail up the inside of her thigh, over her hip, across her stomach, then her ribs, returning the reverence she had shown him earlier. His face was shiny with her release, but he didn't bother wiping it away.
When he reached her lips, he captured them in a deep, slow, possessive kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue. It should have been mortifying. Instead, heat pooled shamefully low in her belly again, and her toes curled.
When he finally pulled back, he took in the full sight of her with quiet satisfaction. Her face was an exquisite, rosy mess, lips swollen and glistening. Her platinum hair tangled wildly around her like a disheveled halo. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, creamy breasts flushed, the pale-pink tips still rigid and damp. Her thighs remained splayed open, her sacred valley swollen and flushed a vivid pink, occasionally fluttering in tiny aftershocks as his stained fingers rested idly on her inner thigh.
Lying there in the hazy afterglow, something fierce and new bloomed in Ning Tian's chest. She blinked slowly, then pushed herself up on shaky arms.
"Bai-ge..." Her voice was husky, roughened by moans and cries. She flattened her palm on his chest and gave a gentle, insistent push. "Lie down. It's my turn now."
Ling Bai allowed himself to be guided backward until he was reclining against the pillows and headboard. Before he could say a word, the girl climbed over him, straddling his hips as she bent down to shower his chest with soft, kittenish kisses.
Chu… chu… lick…
She started at his collarbone, pressing shy pecks to the strong line of his neck and shoulder. Her small tongue darted out now and then to taste the faint salt and heat of his skin, tinged with that light, masculine scent that made her dizzy.
"Xiao Tian..." Ling Bai's breath hitched.
Encouraged by that subtle reaction, her kisses trailed further down. Her gaze dropped, inevitably, to the straining bulge in his trousers. Even through the cloth, its imposing thickness was undeniable. Her heart began to race anew.
Taking a steadying breath, Ning Tian hooked her fingers into his waistband and looked up.
"May I?"
"Mm."
She tugged his trousers and briefs down together in one determined motion. His erection sprang free, slapping against his lower abdomen with a heavy, wet thwack that made her flinch and then stare. For a few stunned seconds, Ning Tian could only gape.
It was... huge. It jutted up from his base, thick and powerful, curving slightly toward his stomach. A network of veins stood out along its length, the skin flushed a deep, heated shade. The bulbous head glistened with a fresh bead of translucent fluid that slowly welled up and spilled over the ridge.
Gathering her courage, she reached out. The moment her delicate fingers wrapped around his thickness, both of them drew in a sharp breath.
He felt like steel wrapped in velvet—solid, unyielding, yet not harsh. The contrast between her small, pale hand and his thick, throbbing shaft was so obscene it almost made her dizzy.
"It's so hot..."
Ning Tian murmured, sliding her hand experimentally from base to tip. "And hard, but... the skin is soft..."
She shifted between his legs, settling on her knees at the edge of the bed. Meeting his gaze, she saw his pupils dilated, golden irises molten with desire and trust. Starting as she had read, she leaned forward and placed a soft, reverent kiss on the tip, where the drop of fluid had gathered.
The taste bloomed on her tongue—salty, musky, vaguely bitter yet strangely addictive. Her heart gave a wild thump. She began to trail small, adoring kisses along the underside of his shaft. Each kiss made him twitch faintly in her grip. She worked unhurriedly from the thick crown down the length, mouth brushing over the throbbing veins. When she reached the base, she tilted her head and stuck out her tongue, giving his heavy balls a tentative lick.
A low groan rumbled from his chest.
Emboldened, she cupped his sacs gently in one hand, rolling them with feather-light care as her tongue traveled back up from the base to the tip. When she reached the swollen head again, she opened her mouth wider, swirling her tongue around the crown and teasing the sensitive underside.
Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, watching every slight change in his expression. Each flicker of pleasure that crossed his face made her braver. She parted her lips further and took him inside.
Slurp—hrrrkk!
The wide head stretched her mouth immediately, filling her almost to the limit. She moved slowly at first, taking just two inches in before retreating, letting her tongue glide along the underside on the way back. Drool quickly began to leak from the corners of her lips, trailing down to slick the rest of his shaft.
One small hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, spreading saliva along his length. The other continued fondling his balls in gentle, rhythmic squeezes.
Gluck, gluck, slurp…
Determined to do more, she forced herself to relax her throat, then pushed down again. Three inches. Four. Five... By the time he was halfway in, her cheeks bulged adorably, her jaw aching from the stretch. She could feel the thick head nudging the back of her throat, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes from the effort.
"Mmmmph—" Her muffled moan vibrated along his length, making him grunt low in his chest.
Slurp, suck, gluck…
The sounds grew wetter, more obscene, as she found a halting rhythm: going down as far as she could, up to the tip to swirl her tongue around the crown, then sinking down again. Strands of saliva stretched between her lips and his cock every time she withdrew, breaking only to drip messily down his shaft and onto his lower abdomen.
After several long, torturous minutes of her earnest worship, Ling Bai finally reached down. His fingers threaded into her platinum hair as he gently tugged her back. Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, she understood.
Her face flushed brilliantly, but she nodded obediently, letting his length slide out from between her lips with a final, sticky pop. A thin line of saliva still connected them for a heartbeat before snapping.
Ning Tian's entire body trembled, a potent mix of anticipation and nervousness coiling in her belly. This was it, the moment she had secretly dreamed about and longed for all these years.
Ling Bai moved above her again, guiding her gently back onto her spine. She lay down once more, thighs spreading instinctively as he settled between them. Their bodies aligned, fitting together as naturally as breathing. His hard length pressed against her slick entrance, the broad, velvety tip nestling between her swollen folds. The searing heat of him there made her gasp softly, hips tilting up to seek more without conscious thought.
He caught her gaze, holding it. In those brilliant golden eyes, Ning Tian saw desire, restraint, and a deep, unwavering love. Her heart pounded so hard she was certain he could feel it against his chest. Her voice shook, but her eyes were steady:
"Make me yours, Bai-ge. Completely and forever."
Ling Bai cupped her face and kissed her tenderly, then pulled back just far enough to murmur, "I will."
With infinite care, he began to push. She felt the blunt head wedge against her entrance, stretching her in a way that was alien yet not immediately painful. Her body clung tightly to him, resisting instinctively, her virgin passage unused to such an intrusion. He moved slowly, pausing every time she tensed, letting her adjust to each tiny advance.
"Relax for me, Xiao Tian. Breathe... that's it..."
The girl focused on his eyes and the warmth in them. Drawing breath after breath to his gentle rhythm, she forced each tight muscle to loosen. Ling Bai captured her lips in a deep kiss just as he applied a firmer, steady pressure. In one long, inexorable slide, he sheathed himself inside her.
"MMMMMPH—!"
Ning Tian's protesting moan was swallowed by his mouth as her body stretched around him, taking him in to the hilt. The sensation defied words. To her, it was a suffocating fullness, right at the edge of 'too much.' She felt herself opened and filled from within, every delicate inner fold forced to yield around him. Her walls fluttered madly, clinging and resisting at the same time as they struggled to adjust.
To him, she was a tight, searing paradise. Her wet heat gripped him like a silken vise, squeezing along every ridge and vein of his length. He could almost feel the frantic flutter of her heartbeat through her inner walls, quick and panicked like a trapped songbird.
Ning Tian tested her control, tentatively clenching her inner muscles around him. The way his expression twisted—pleasure and strain intermingling—made something inside her preen.
"We're truly one now, Bai-ge..." she whispered, tears of pure joy sliding down to dampen the pillow. "My body was made for you... it shaped itself to fit you perfectly..."
Her words snapped the last fragile threads of his restraint. Ling Bai drew his hips back a fraction, then eased forward again, starting with shallow, delicate thrusts that barely withdrew more than an inch. Each subtle movement dragged him along hypersensitive inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure through them both.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
Her arousal, renewed and deepened, welled up to coat him even more abundantly, turning his strokes slick and easy. Bit by bit, he pulled out further, then sank back in deeper, finding a slow, steady rhythm that filled her completely with each thrust.
"Ahhhn~ Bai-ge~ So deep... I can feel you... everywhere..."
Ning Tian's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his fair skin. Her entire body moved to his rhythm, helplessly yielding. He shifted his angle slightly, seeking and then finding that tender spot inside her. The next thrust pressed perfectly against it.
Her answering cry was almost a scream. Her moans lost all semblance of restraint, climbing in pitch until each sound ringing from her throat was nothing but naked ecstasy.
"Yes! Yes! Harder! Please, Bai-ge! More!~~"
Ling Bai gradually increased his pace, their lovemaking deepening from gentle to hungry, from reverent to something wildly primal. His hips snapped forward with growing force, each wet impact driving him against that hidden spot again and again.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! The sharp sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the wooden dorm, syncing with the creak and protest of the bed. The headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall, a staccato percussion to their carnal duet.
"AhhhHHH! Bai-ge, something's... I-I'm going to..."
The pleasure mounted faster this time, climbing from where they were joined and radiating outwards in expanding waves. Her inner walls fluttered erratically, clutching and milking him as if begging him never to leave. Her second orgasm hit like a lightning strike, obliterating thought.
"BAII-GEEEEE! I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your— AHHHHHHH!"
Ning Tian's back bowed in a perfect arc, every fine muscle straining. Her tight passage clamped down viciously around him, pulsing in desperate waves. A fresh gush of her nectar splashed hotly around his buried shaft, soaking his lower abdomen and the sheets beneath them.
The sight of the usually composed little princess reduced to a screaming, sobbing, pleasure-drowned mess beneath him, combined with the vice-like grip of her spasming walls, broke his last line of defense.
"Xiao Tian! I'm going to—"
"Inside!"
Ning Tian almost shrieked, wrapping her legs around his waist like iron bands. "Please! Mark me inside!"
With one final, savage thrust, he buried himself as deep as her body would allow, crushing her hips up into the mattress. His release surged out in thick, hot pulses. She felt him swell even larger inside her for a heartbeat, then explode, thick ropes of molten seed painting every inch of her convulsing inner walls.
SPLUUURT SPLUUURT SPLURT SPLASH!
His release surged out in thick, hot pulses. She felt him swell even larger inside her for a heartbeat, then explode, thick ropes of molten seed painting every inch of her convulsing inner walls.
He kept spilling into her, seemingly without end. The pressure built until she felt overfull, his seed forced to leak out around the base of his still-twitching shaft, forming a lewd, creamy mixture of their fluids that seeped onto the sheets.
"I love you, Bai-ge..."
Ning Tian sobbed, clinging to him like a drowning person clutching driftwood. "Thank you... thank you for making me yours..."
"I love you too, Xiao Tian."
Ling Bai held her tightly, pressing kisses to her damp cheeks, her forehead, and the corner of her lips as the violent shudders of release slowly faded. Time lost meaning for a while. Eventually, their breathing evened out. Muscles went from trembling to lax. When he finally drew back and gently slipped out of her, Ning Tian let out a faint, involuntary whimper at the sudden emptiness.
A heavy, drowsy contentment washed over her, leaving her boneless and utterly relaxed. Yet beneath that soft afterglow, a new hunger was already unfurling.
She shifted, ignoring the faint soreness between her thighs and the warm trickle of seed slowly escaping her stretched entrance. With a newfound boldness that surprised even herself, she rolled over onto her hands and knees.
Her platinum-blonde hair, damp with sweat, spilled over one shoulder like molten moonlight. She arched her back, the elegant curve of her spine gleaming with a fine sheen under the lamplight. Her hips rose high, presenting her round, snow-white bottom to him. Glancing back over her shoulder, she met his gaze. Her sapphire blue eyes were no longer shy; they smoldered with renewed desire and a hint of wickedness.
She reached back with both hands, fingers spreading the firm cheeks of her ass. Her swollen, pink flower was revealed fully, lips puffy and parted, still dripping with their mingled juices. Her entrance fluttered and clenched around nothing, as if protesting the absence.
"Bai-ge. I'm still so empty... Won't you fill up your Xiao Tian again? I want to feel you claiming me over and over... until I can't remember anything but your shape inside me..."
Such brazen words from her usually prim mouth made Ling Bai's blood roar in an instant. His golden eyes darkened, a feral gleam flickering in their depths as he moved behind her.
SMACK!
His palm crashed down on her soft, upturned ass with a sharp crack that seemed to shake the room. The fair flesh rippled from the blow, then quickly flushed a rosy red, the imprint of his fingers stark against her pale skin.
"Ahhhhh~!"
Ning Tian cried out, her entire body quivering. The sting was real, but braided through it was an electric bolt of pleasure that went straight to her core.
Ling Bai gripped her hips with both hands and lined himself up with her slick, gaping entrance. Without further warning, he thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the root in her still-sopping passage.
"OHHHHHHHHH~!"
…
Outside, under the shadow of a nearby tree, a familiar figure crouched by the cabin window, cheeks burning red even under the dim moonlight. Wu Feng's fingers clenched a handkerchief between her teeth, biting down hard as the faint yet unmistakable sounds from within seeped through the thin wooden walls.
"Be gentle with Ning Tian, you bastard!
My heart will ache, wuwuwu..."