Chai Rongxu shuddered, as if he had thought of something. He raised his head slightly and asked softly, "Then... Pei Qingyu also... also..."
"Of course." Pei Xuan nodded. "Although she is my sister, she is also my sex slave. Naturally, she must serve the master."
Hearing that Pei Qingyu had also drunk Pei Xuan's urine, Chai Rongxu felt a sense of relief deep in his heart, as if this had really become a common thing.
Although this seemed absurd and illogical to her intellectually, she could truly feel a sense of relief, as if a huge stone had been lifted from her heart.
Although he didn't know what was going on in Chai Rongxu's mind, from his expression, Pei Xuan knew that his advice had worked.
He reached out and picked up Princess Chai Rongxu, then went back to the bedroom and found that Pei Qingyu had fallen asleep without him noticing.
Pei Xuan put Chai Rongxu on the bed, picked up her phone, added her as a friend, and sent her the sex slave manual: "You should have a good rest. I will contact you tomorrow."
He used the invisibility spell again, carried the sleeping Pei Qingyu back to his dormitory, and then left.
The next day, early in the morning of September 2nd, Pei Xuan was woken up by the alarm clock.
There was no morning bite today, which made Pei Xuan a little unhappy.
What makes me even more unhappy is that I have class at 8 o'clock in the morning.
Pei Xuan was in the seventh grade, which was a senior grade in the Imperial College's teaching system. He could choose his courses freely, unlike the middle and lower grades who had a packed unified schedule.
Pei Xuan's class schedule is exactly the same as Pei Qingyu's because they were all chosen by Pei Qingyu.
The eight-minute class was about advanced history, which was a cultural course. There were only about thirty people in the whole grade who chose it. Apart from Pei Qingyu, I didn't see anyone I knew.
Because Pei Xuan skipped grades one to six and went straight to seventh grade, he could hardly understand what was being taught in class.
Pei Xuan looked around guiltily, but found that not many people were listening to the lecture seriously. Some were in a daze, and some were playing with their phones, just like the boring classes in Pei Xuan's previous life at university.
The bald lecturer who was speaking at the podium also turned a blind eye to this and seemed not to care.
Pei Xuan sat in the last row. Pei Qingyu, who sat next to him, was one of the few students who listened attentively and took notes.
Looking at Pei Qingyu's focused look, the arrogant and cold temperament he had when they first met was revealed again.
Such a girl with an extraordinary temperament like an iceberg snow lotus is actually his sex slave. I believe that none of the men and women who admire Pei Qingyu in the Imperial College could imagine that.
Feeling bored, Pei Xuan reached out his left hand and quietly placed it under the table, gently stroking the smooth thighs beneath Pei Qingyu's skirt. He watched with satisfaction as a barely perceptible blush appeared on Pei Qingyu's icy face. At the same time, he opened his phone with his right hand and sent a message to Chai Rongxu: "Are you awake?"
I sent a message, but it fell on deaf ears and there was still no reply after ten minutes.
Pei Xuan sent another message: "If you deliberately ignore the master's message, there will be punishment!"
Soon, Chai Rongxu sent a reply: "Sorry! I just saw it! I just woke up!"
Pei Xuan naturally didn't believe Chai Rongxu's excuse, but he didn't care.
"Class is boring, please send me a selfie to cheer me up."
About a minute later, Chai Rongxu sent a picture. It was not a fresh selfie, but an old photo. In the photo, Chai Rongxu was wearing a crimson long skirt, and the background seemed to be a classroom.
This was a photo that Pei Xuan felt strangely familiar with. He thought about it for a moment and then remembered that this was the picture that belonged to Chai Rongxu in the post about the Twelve Beauties of the Imperial Academy that he had read yesterday.
Pei Xuan was speechless when he didn't expect Chai Rongxu to use a picture from the Internet to fool him.
"Great. Now, here's one without clothes."
This time, it took five minutes before the other party responded.
In the new photos, the naked girl is lying flat on the bed, her big breasts swaying.
Thanks to the close contact last night, Pei Xuan could see that this was indeed Chai Rongxu's body, but she only photographed the part below the neck, without showing her face, and her legs were crossed, carefully hiding her vagina.
Faced with Chai Rongxu's painstaking little resistance, Pei Xuan immediately felt the desire to win.
He kept giving clear instructions, making it impossible for Chai Rongxu to be clever anymore. She could only take many sexy photos openly, presenting her beautiful body from top to bottom and inside to outside to Pei Xuan without any cover.
At Pei Xuan's request, Chai Rongxu was forced to pose in various lewd postures. Pei Xuan also took great pleasure in coming up with many seductive postures for Chai Rongxu to take pictures, as if he were an artist in the process of creation.
With this wonderful way to kill time, a 90-minute class ended quickly.
Pei Xuan only has this one class in the morning today, and he will be free after that.
He originally planned to return to the dormitory area to continue training Chai Rongxu, but he did not expect an uninvited guest to come.
The first person to notice it was Pei Qingyu.
The class was over at this time and the bald lecturer and other students had left.
Pei Qingyu was packing his schoolbag when he found a girl in a white cotton skirt standing at the door of the classroom, and next to her stood a tall and handsome man.
The girl in the cotton skirt had a gloomy expression on her face, but her eyes were fixed on Pei Qingyu.
Soon, Pei Qingyu searched his memory and remembered that the girl in the cotton skirt was named Yu Zhichu, nineteen years old, in the ninth grade, and the eldest daughter of the Yu family.
The tall man was called Qi Yang. He came from a second-class family, Qi, and was also in the ninth grade.
According to Pei Qingyu's memory, these two people seemed to be friends of his brother Pei Qingye.
Did they come here specifically to comfort him? Pei Qingyu couldn't help but wonder.
To be honest, she no longer wanted to think about anything about Pei Qingye, so she frowned involuntarily.
Yu Zhichu seemed not to notice her resistance and walked from the door to her seat.
"Hello, Qingyu." Yu Zhichu tucked the ends of her hair behind her ears. "Do you still remember me?"
"I remember." Pei Qingyu answered briefly, and then, as if to escape, introduced Yu Zhichu, Qi Yang and Pei Xuan.
Hearing Yu Zhichu's name, Pei Xuan quickly remembered that the girl in front of him who looked weak, pitiful and charming was the sixth on the list of the Twelve Beauties of the Imperial College and the eldest daughter of the Yu family, one of the eight great families.
"Qingyu, can we talk alone?" Yu Zhichu said to Pei Qingyu in a pleading tone, "I have something to tell you about your brother."
Pei Qingyu's intuition made her alarm bells ring. She had a premonition that she would not like what Yu Zhichu was about to say to her, and subconsciously looked at Pei Xuan beside her for help.
Pei Xuan didn't know what Pei Qingyu was thinking, but he could sense the worry in his eyes, so he gave her an encouraging smile.