"Tss…"
Morning.
Su Wen awoke on a three-meter-wide wooden bed, sunlight streaming in through an open window.
Yawning and trying to sit up, he soon realized his arms were buried in two soft pillows, firmly bound, unable to break free.
The moment he shifted, it was like ripples stirring across water.
He looked sideways.
A field of snowy white, rippling gently. The ice beauty in his arms wrinkled her brows, her eyelashes trembling as she remained snuggled in, then falling back into deep sleep.
The mess around the room made clear last night's passion.
"Whoa…"
From his other side, low breathing echoed.
Another plump, soft body lay beside him, this one even more fiery and voluptuous, her vivid red hair draped messily over his arm, tickling him, her lovely face wearing a hint of satisfaction.
They'd spent over two hours in the inner court dining hall before heading home when Aunt Lu closed shop, remaining at home until four or five in the afternoon, still in high spirits.
In the midst of the most intense action, Ma Xiaotao had burst in.
This was the Sea God Pavilion, after all, and the golden ancient tree was managed by Ah Yin — she'd never stop Ma Xiaotao.
The rest was obvious.
Fire and ice.
Both teachers of the inner court now: one frigid as winter, one burning with volcanic passion. No longer young and naive, nearly thirty now, both ripe as juicy peaches, just begging to be plucked.
Yet both were considered the forbidden fruit of a certain inner court heavyweight, staying single all these years for him.
Other male teachers avoided them as a result.
Of course, last night it wasn't only Ma Xiaotao and Ling Luochen.
There was also…
Ah Yin.
She'd joined the fray later. Neither of the first two were just ordinary Title Douluo or Soul Douluo — physically far stronger than most, but against someone like Su Wen, who could face off against gods or ancient dragons, they were simply not in the same league.
They'd almost been overwhelmed after a few rounds and needed the "tanky" Ah Yin to step in.
"…"
Su Wen lay on his back, letting out a slow, heavy breath.
This sort of indulgence… was truly decadent.
Easily led to corruption.
"Are you two awake yet?" Su Wen asked with some helplessness.
"…"
Dead silence.
Ling Luochen and Ma Xiaotao both clung more tightly to Su Wen's arms, lashes fluttering — clearly awake.
Su Wen smiled.
Pretending to sleep… maybe last night had been too much, and they were scared of "morning exercise"?
"If you're up, come downstairs with me. I still have work to do. You're both inner court teachers — you know exactly how busy the Pavilion Master is." Su Wen spoke softly.
"What work?!" Ma Xiaotao couldn't help herself.
Her sharp phoenix-like eyes flashed with irritation, "All the inner court matters are handled by Sister Lexuan, the outer court has Dean Yan, and your Forging Division is under Elder Du. Tell me, where exactly are you busy?"
Ma Xiaotao challenged him, but Su Wen didn't answer, just smiled at her.
"Well, you're up. In that case, let's warm-up with the exercises I gave you last night."
Su Wen's words were devilish.
Ma Xiaotao instantly ducked under the covers in fear.
Who would've thought, as his strength improved, Su Wen's physical endurance would skyrocket so dramatically. Compared to before, it was literally another world.
At first, she could keep up. Later on, only grunts remained.
Ling Luochen, shrinking back as well, hesitated, but then dove under the blanket.
"Tss…"
Su Wen sucked in a cold breath.
"Now we're competing?" Ma Xiaotao grumbled.
"This is too much."
But she no longer held back and boldly joined in.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem."
Sea God Pavilion.
Inside an office.
Zhang Lexuan entered with a pile of documents, seeing Su Wen diligently reviewing scrolls at his desk, a gentle smile flashing in her tired eyes.
Reforms to Shrek Academy were coming from every direction these days.
The channel for the Spirit Ball World, the awakening of the Martial Spirit among commoners — all of it was giving her headaches. This troublemaker, instead, got to lounge around the Pavilion all day.
Sleeping with this one, then with that one.
She'd seen last night as Ma Xiaotao had slipped into the golden ancient tree by midnight, with Ling Luochen already inside.
There'd also been the Silver Dragon King recently, the Snow Empress, and others.
It was like this guy owned a harem of three thousand beauties.
And it probably wasn't just that.
How many emperors through the ages could amass such a number of beauties?
Only him, even managing to "collect" powerful soul beasts willing to pledge themselves.
"Senior Sister?"
Su Wen looked up, surprised.
Seeing her a bit weary, he felt a twinge of guilt, pulling her into his arms to gently soothe her soft heart.
"Stop, in broad daylight — what if someone sees?" Zhang Lexuan protested, her cheeks flushing, grabbing Su Wen's wandering hand coquettishly.
"It's fine, even in broad daylight — I can mask our aura…" Su Wen grinned.
To be honest, he'd actually learned that trick from Gu Yue Na.
The best use of knowledge is to put it in practice.
"Mm…"
The office became filled with spring warmth.
No idea how much time passed before Zhang Lexuan, dazed and dizzy, struggled to dress and fix her light blue eyes on Su Wen with mock anger. Her tender feet slipped into high heels, clicking twice as she gathered her hair and secured it with a pin.
Guilty, she peeked out the office window.
Clear skies, not a soul in sight.
Su Wen was, after all, Pavilion Master of Sea God Pavilion, and held such high prestige that no one visited unless it was urgent.
Except perhaps Zhang Lexuan, the Vice Dean of the Martial Soul Division — she seemed to love coming over to "mess with" him.
"Don't worry, Lexuan — even if someone barges in, they'll never know what happened in here…" Su Wen smiled.
"You scoundrel!"
Thinking of certain embarrassing moments, Zhang Lexuan bit her silver teeth, her tone full of bashful annoyance.
So shameful.
Su Wen, reclined on his chair, lazily admired her beautiful face.
Now this was his Shrek Academy.
Those eighteen years before — what a hard life that was.
Constant cultivation, dodging hidden threats like Xuan Zi, and surviving the siege by the Sun-Moon Empire and the Holy Spirit Sect.
He'd been busy for so many years.
Wasn't it about time to enjoy life?
Play the music, keep dancing!
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