"Rongrong, what brings you here so late at night?"
Fu Ye took a quick scan of Ning Rongrong's attire and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She was wearing small brown leather boots, white silk stockings, and a delicate pink-and-blue princess dress—the perfect image of a refined young lady from a prestigious clan.
But why come here now? Usually, at this hour, Fu Ye was "busy" with one or more of his other wives.
"Hehe, it's a bit chilly outside, Brother Fu Ye. Won't you let Rongrong come in and sit for a while?"
Before he could answer, Ning Rongrong slipped under his arm and into the room with practiced agility. Fu Ye watched her, genuinely puzzled. What was this little witch planning?
"Phew, you really are something," he sighed. He couldn't exactly throw her out now that she was already making herself at home.
It wasn't Rongrong's first time in his quarters, but it was the first time she had come alone, without the "protection" of the other girls.
"Brother Fu Ye, my Martial Soul has finally evolved into the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. I just... I wanted to thank you properly," she said, turning to look at him. Her eyes were shimmering with an intensity that went far beyond simple gratitude.
"Oh? Have you told your father about the evolution yet?" Fu Ye wondered if this was one of Ning Fengzhi's schemes. Had that old fox sent his daughter to "thank" him in person?
"Hehe, not yet! Father doesn't know my soul has evolved. I want to surprise him during the Continental Elite Competition."
With a light, decisive movement, Rongrong kicked off her leather boots and hopped onto Fu Ye's large, specially-made bed. She didn't hesitate for a second, pulling the duvet over herself and tucking it under her chin.
"Brother Fu Ye, I can't sleep tonight. I want to sleep here... with you."
Fu Ye: ()
Well, she wasn't even trying to hide her intentions anymore. She was effectively "challenging" him right in his own bed.
"Brother Fu Ye... can I?" she whispered, her eyes peeking out from over the edge of the blanket with a mix of shyness and bold invitation.
Fu Ye looked at her and felt a pang of amusement. If he said yes, he was a beast; if he said no, he was less than a beast. The choice had already been made for him.
"Alright, you little troublemaker. But don't complain if I snore."
He watched her settle in. While little Xue Ke usually waited for him already bathed and tucked away, Ning Rongrong preferred a more direct approach—charging straight into his bed and making her claim.
"Mmm-hmm! I've already washed and I smell like flowers!"
Shortly after the lights went out, a small, soft hand climbed onto Fu Ye's shoulder.
"Brother Fu Ye... can I sleep in your arms?"
Fu Ye smirked. He wondered which of the other girls had taught her these moves. Zhu Zhuyun? It sounds like her style.
Ten minutes later, the "gratitude" began in earnest. Fu Ye moved with a practiced touch, guiding Rongrong through her first experience. What started as a gentle exploration soon turned into a passionate night as he finally entered her "inner garden," claiming the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan as his own.
The night passed in a blur of intense physical connection. Ning Rongrong might have been a support-type master, but in bed, she was a fierce little leopard. She refused to back down or surrender, her competitive spirit driving her to keep up with Fu Ye's stamina. In the end, Fu Ye had to use several bottles of high-grade recovery potions to keep her strength up, and it took three full Time Boundaries before she finally reached her limit and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep in his arms.
Harem +1.
Fu Ye looked down at the girl snuggled against his chest like a tired kitten. He couldn't help but wonder how his "old brother" Ning Fengzhi would react when he found out that his precious daughter had been thoroughly "domesticated."
Suddenly, a pink blur flickered at the window, and a familiar figure landed gracefully in the room.
"Brother Fu Ye! Xiao Wu is here!"
It was the "Gluttonous Rabbit" herself. In his entire harem, Xiao Wu was the most insatiable, always craving more of his attention. If it hadn't been for the fact that Fu Ye had spent the last few days focusing his "firepower" almost exclusively on her, she probably would have sniffed out Rongrong's scent hours ago.
"Eh? Is that Rongrong?"
Xiao Wu didn't miss a beat. She crawled into the bed and lifted the covers, finding a sleeping, disheveled Ning Rongrong still clutched in Fu Ye's embrace.
"Tsk, another sister to help share the 'load.' That's great!" Xiao Wu's eyes lit up with genuine approval. She knew all too well how exhausting it was to face Fu Ye alone; having Rongrong to help "distract" him in the future was a blessing.
"But for now, Brother Fu Ye belongs to Xiao Wu. Rongrong can sleep on the side for a bit."
Xiao Wu, the hundred-thousand-year-old "Rogue Rabbit," looked radiant after her day of rest. She looked at Fu Ye with a teasing glint in her pink eyes.
"Brother Fu Ye, I've learned some new positions yesterday..."
As she spoke, her warm, scented clothes were tossed aside, fluttering onto the floor. Fu Ye barely had time to react before she was all over him. Even though the sun was rising, it was time to "start work" again.
A week passed quickly. Fu Ye took the girls back to the Heaven Dou Imperial City, but this time, the arrogant nobles didn't dare to even look in their direction.
After a fifty-billion-gold compensation claim and the fact that Princess Xue Ke herself had been "mortgaged" as a servant, no one was stupid enough to provoke these "Plague Gods."
To Fu Ye's surprise, Shrek Academy had merged with the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy six months ago. Even more surprising was that Yu Xiaogang, that old fraud, had somehow managed to scrounge up a position as a tutor.
Inside the Great Spirit Arena, the Heaven Dou Imperial Team—consisting of Tang San, Tang Chuan, Yu Tianheng, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Shimo—was facing off against an unknown team.
"Third Soul Skill: Thunderclap!"
With Yu Tianheng's final explosive move, the team secured a flawless victory.
"Well done, Little San! That coordination was perfect!"
On the sidelines, a bloated, middle-aged man shouted with excitement. Yu Tianheng and Shimo looked up, saw Yu Xiaogang's face, and immediately turned away in disgust.
"Vice-captain, he looks like an idiot. I really want to punch him," Shimo muttered.
"Don't," Tianheng sighed. "As much as I want to, he really is my uncle. I just... I don't know how he ended up looking so pathetic."
Yu Xiaogang had only gotten the job by crawling through the "back door" using his connection to Tianheng. The only one who returned his excited shout with a smile was the "filial son" and reincarnation of the God King, Tang Chuan.
Still, Tang Chuan was secretly frustrated. In this world, the Blue Tyrant Academy didn't exist, which meant Xiaogang's status was much lower than it should have been. If it weren't for the fact that Xiaogang still held the value of being a "scion" of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Tang Chuan would have kicked him to the curb long ago.