"Should I buy something she likes to eat?"
Ling Shuo wasn't inexperienced at coaxing girls. Back in Ling Jue Sect, whether it was his mother, his master, or even the dancer mistress who spoiled him most, there had been one or two occasions when they'd gotten upset over his mistakes.
He still remembered the time he'd spent an entire afternoon the dancer mistress for sex—pinning the big-titted, milky wet-nurse against a pavilion pillar while she was handling important sect matters. In the heat of it, he'd accidentally knocked over the osmanthus milk she'd carefully prepared for him, ruining the critical documents Ling Ruobing had sent. Even then, the young sect master hadn't stopped—he'd insisted on creampieing her before finally climbing off her soft, snow-white fat ass. By that point, the desk was a complete mess; days of work wasted.
For once, the dancer mistress felt she'd been too indulgent with her precious boy. Her "punishment" lasted only an afternoon of giving him the silent treatment. Even when Ling Shuo tried to talk to her, she'd just poke his forehead, jiggle her mouth-watering massive tits, sway her lewd, fertile hips, and deliberately avoid intimacy.
Of course, she was also the easiest to soothe. As the saying goes, fights at the head of the bed are made up at the foot. That night, Ling Shuo simply slipped into bed and gently hugged the milky mother who was stubbornly facing away. He kneaded her desperately son-craving explosive tits and fat ass, apologizing while slowly sliding his cock into Mommy's creamy, ripe cheeks. The gentle beauty—who'd already prepared to give her boy a way out—let out a delicate moan and buried Ling Shuo's face in her full, round breast-melons.
But Ying Lingling…
Ling Shuo pictured the golden-haired dragon girl's proud, spoiled face. Coaxing a haughty young lady like her wouldn't be easy.
And he still hadn't found her. Though their meridians were linked, Ying Lingling was clearly deliberately suppressing the connection right now—leaving Ling Shuo buzzing around like a headless fly.
Sigh… if only he'd known better.
…
"Look over there—that's a stunning beauty!"
Unknowingly, he'd reached the marketplace. Ling Shuo suddenly noticed the restless murmurs in the crowd.
A beauty?
The young sect master snapped out of his thoughts.
Right—Ying Lingling was the kind of nation-toppling temptress who drew stares wherever she went, like a celebrity.
Maybe the beauty everyone was talking about was her.
"Excuse me, coming through…"
"Hey! Watch it, kid—you stepped on my foot."
"Tch! In a hurry to reincarnate or what…"
Ling Shuo perked up, quickening his pace through the crowded throng. He had to find Ying Lingling fast!
"There!"
Finally squeezing through the onlookers, the young sect master arrived at a small stall surrounded by men sneaking peeks.
But the graceful girl standing there left Ling Shuo stunned.
"…?"
Classic long, straight black hair cascaded down to her impossibly slender cinched waist. A black dog-eared beauty stood sideways to him. Today, she wasn't in the ultra-short academy uniform that accentuated her figure, but in a purple ruqun with strong Lingxiao flair.
Her ripe, seductive massive breasts—far too mature for a girl her age—spilled generously from an exquisitely embroidered mandarin duck chest binder. Her wide, fertile hips and perfectly round, lewd ass cheeks—undeniably built for easy birthing—stretched the skirt nearly translucent, leaving little to the imagination and driving every surrounding man to clutch their painfully swollen crotches. Her ethereal profile dazed even Ling Shuo for a moment, while his cock—as a natural beauty detector—began to stir eagerly.
"Little… Shuo? What are you doing here?" The beauty picking items at the stall paused, noticing the figure she dreamed of day and night.
"Qian'er sis." Warmth flooded Ling Shuo's heart—running into his little girlfriend here, of all places.
Ignoring the jealous, murderous glares around him, he rushed forward and grasped the fairy's soft, delicate hand.
"I was just passing by. What's Qian'er sis shopping for?" Ling Shuo glanced at the stall—it sold glutinous rice cakes and sweets.
"I… suddenly got a craving and wanted some. Since it's a rest day…" Xiao Qian'er's beautiful, proud face flushed faintly. The saintess that countless prodigies fought over was secretly a little foodie.
"When Mother was around, she often made them for me… but now…" Mentioning Xiao Wanmei dimmed the little dog girl's expression.
"Don't worry." Hearing this, Ling Shuo's heart ached for her. He squeezed her hand reassuringly and immediately waved to the old woman selling the treats.
"Please pack up one of these… these… and these. Keep the change." The young sect master produced a small low-grade spirit stone. In the Lingxiao Empire, spirit stones served as currency equivalent to gold—often more reliable than imperial paper notes.
"Little Shuo… you don't have to pay…" Warmth filled Xiao Qian'er's heart, but her upbringing made her protest politely.
"It's fine. Qian'er's even wearing the mandarin duck binder—your business is my business." Ling Shuo tightened his grip and gently pulled her into his embrace.
In the Lingxiao Empire, a woman wearing clothing with mandarin duck patterns—especially on intimate layers—signaled she was taken.
Today, Xiao Qian'er was wearing a mandarin duck chest binder—and her boyfriend had caught her.
"Mmm~" The beauty's blush deepened. She'd impulsively tried it on… only to be discovered by Little Shuo. How embarrassing…
"Little Shuo, why are you here?"
Though they were secretly dating, they'd never been intimate outside the academy.
Xiao Qian'er's father was strict—she had to return to the sect early every night. On rest days, the little dog girl knew Ling Shuo was busy running around for her mother's sake, so she didn't want to bother him.
Thus, the two had never properly gone on a date outside.
"Well… I'm out looking for someone. Ying Lingling… uh… got lost." Ling Shuo looked awkward but still wrapped an arm around Xiao Qian'er's serpentine waist—declaring to the leering men around that this enchanting, busty, fat-hipped temptress belonged to him.
"Mmm… got lost…" Nestled in her lover's arms, the little dog girl's heart raced. Little Shuo's chest gave her an indescribable sense of security. Maybe that was why she was so obsessed with him—this man made her feel utterly safe.
"Because… you made Lingling angry?" Xiao Qian'er quietly melted against him. Her body—having perfectly inherited her mother the Heavenly Mystery Saintess's voluptuous grace—was an exquisite cock-sleeve in Ling Shuo's eyes. Qian'er sis was undoubtedly on his list of perfect future meat onaholes to train.
"Ah… yeah." Feeling her soft, burning curves press into him, Ling Shuo's knees nearly buckled—though a certain part grew iron-hard.
Qian'er sis had no idea how seductive she was. He'd have to pound her senseless with relentless thrusting until this senior fully understood just how provocative her enchanting face and lewd tits and ass were to a man's breeding instincts.
"Little Shuo's relationship with Lingling… isn't as simple as you claim, is it?" Xiao Qian'er hid in his arms, using his broad chest to block the lustful stares around them while greedily inhaling his reassuring masculine scent.
"Qian'er sis…" Ling Shuo's mouth went dry. Doing this in public—he might really lose control!
"Ah, sorry~" Feeling something hard pressing aggressively against her plush, jiggling lewd ass, the little dog girl realized she'd been too clingy.
"It's not Qian'er sis's fault…" Seeing the embarrassed little bitch pull away, Ling Shuo felt reluctant to let go. If not for Ying Lingling's matter, he'd definitely find a way to lure Xiao Qian'er into an alley, pin her against the wall, pinch her nipples, and fiercely rear-end those criminally tempting cheeks.
"Me and Ying Lingling… we do have something going on. Would you mind?" Ling Shuo confessed honestly—after all, Xiao Qian'er had already figured it out.
"A little… but Little Shuo is exceptional, so… being a bit playful with one or two girls is… understandable." Xiao Qian'er shyly twisted her legs. Only then did Ling Shuo notice she was wearing his favorite "attack speed" set beneath the ruqun—purple high heels and black-stockinged jade feet.
Unknowingly, Xiao Qian'er had already been influenced by Ling Shuo's Dragon Yang physique. Any female who beheld his massive cock would understand: this man was destined for a harem. Opposing it would only create distance between them. If that was the case, better to let the stud indulge a little—who made her addicted to Ling Shuo's embrace? The little bitch knew she'd be this playboy's captive for life.
"Heh, Qian'er's so thoughtful. Having a wise wife like you is a blessing from my past life." Immensely pleased, Ling Shuo boldly squeezed a handful of her honey-juiced fat cheek amid the jealous glares piercing him like arrows, then leaned down to kiss Xiao Qian'er.
"So many people watching… shameless~" The little dog girl didn't refuse. After a deep, loving kiss, she let out a coquettish protest fitting her proud-yet-delicate persona.
"Is this how you chased Lingling off?" Qian'er lightly pinched the naughty hand groping her ass, her purple eyes full of flirtation and curiosity.
"Uh…" Ling Shuo wasn't sure whether to praise Qian'er sis for being perceptive or curse himself for relapsing.
"Something like that…" But actually far worse—so he dared not confess the full details to Xiao Qian'er.
"You and your impatient ways~" The beauty giggled, her black-stockinged foot playfully stepping on his.
"Come on—I might know where Lingling is." Xiao Qian'er's words jolted Ling Shuo awake.
Right—Ying Lingling and Qian'er sis were close; they'd even gone shopping together.
Of course… Ling Shuo usually used that time to go home and vent on Lady Eliza, so he didn't know Ying Lingling's usual habits.
"But first, let's prepare a little gift for Lingling." The dog girl took her lover's hand, displaying the decisiveness unique to a senior and Discipline Committee chair.
"Mmm, whatever Qian'er sis says." Ling Shuo scanned the nearby vendors and quickly spotted a flower stall.
"Let's check there." From experience, flowers were a solid apology choice.
But which kind?
Arm around his girlfriend, the pair approached the flower stall.
"Little Shuo, what do you think of these? They match Lingling's hair color perfectly." Xiao Qian'er suddenly pointed to an unassuming cluster in the corner.
"These are…" Ling Shuo looked closer—similar to baby's breath, but denser and fuller. The delicate, lovable blossoms were indeed the same noble gold as Ying Lingling's hair.
He felt like he'd seen them somewhere…
Ling Shuo couldn't place it, but the sight instantly reminded him of Ying Lingling.
"Young mistress has excellent taste. These are called Linglong Rui—not a rare variety, but this golden hue… I haven't seen it in decades."
"This pot was found a few days ago by my son while herb-gathering on Ling Peak in a mountain cave. If it's meant for you, don't miss it." The elderly florist smiled.
"I'll take it." Ling Shuo didn't hesitate, pulling out a spirit stone from his storage ring.
"Mmm… Little Shuo, let me." But Xiao Qian'er stopped him, producing some silver fragments from her ruqun instead.
"Fine." Ling Shuo smiled gently—Qian'er sis truly wouldn't let him pay alone; she hated taking advantage.
"There~ Now we have flowers and snacks. Lingling will definitely forgive you." The beauty accepted the plant, letting Ling Shuo store it in his ring.
"Here's hoping." The man gave a wry smile.
"Hehe~ Can't you tell, Little Shuo~? Lingling… doesn't actually hate you at all." Xiao Qian'er smiled brightly, her captivating purple eyes shimmering like crystals—stirring the soul.
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