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He reached out and hooked his finger into the edge of the underwear.
Xiao Wu inhaled sharply, a muffled whimper coming from the cloth in her mouth.
"Relax," Mo Bai said, though his hands did not stop. He pulled the underwear down, inch by inch, slowly, like unwrapping a precious gift. The fabric rubbed against her skin, slick with fluid, making a faint rustling sound.
When the underwear was pulled down to her knees, Mo Bai stopped. He left the fabric hanging there at her knees, then took a step back to observe carefully by the firelight.
Xiao Wu didn't dare open her eyes. She could feel the wind blowing directly on her most shameful place; the coolness actually made the heat there even more pronounced. The wet sensation kept coming; she knew she was leaking, leaking uncontrollably.
"Open your eyes, Xiao Wu," Mo Bai said. "Look."
Xiao Wu shook her head, tears seeping from her tightly closed eyelids.
"I command you, open your eyes." Mo Bai's voice turned a degree colder.
Xiao Wu opened her eyes tremblingly. She looked down and saw her exposed body—legs spread wide, underwear hanging at her knees, the hair in the middle already soaked and matted. Further down, she could see the pink flesh, opening and closing uncontrollably; each contraction squeezed out a small stream of transparent fluid that flowed down her inner thighs.
"Do you see it?" Mo Bai picked up the glass tube from the stone. "This is your soul skill. 'Spring Stream'—like a stream in spring, never-ending."
He walked to her, knelt, and pointed the opening of the glass tube at her leaking flesh.
"Now, actively circulate your soul power," he said. "Imagine you are using the soul skill. Concentrate your soul power... here."
With his other hand, Mo Bai lightly tapped that swollen, protruding little bead of flesh.
Xiao Wu screamed—if not for the cloth in her mouth. In reality, she only let out a muffled wail, her body jerking backward; she only stayed upright by leaning against the tree behind her. That single touch was like flipping a switch; scalding soul power rushed toward that point uncontrollably.
Then she felt—horrifyingly clearly—something inside her body being pushed open.
Splash.
It wasn't a real sound, but a sensation. A surge of warm liquid burst out, more and faster than any time before. The glass tube was nearly half-filled in an instant—transparent, slightly viscous, and glistening under the firelight.
Mo Bai quickly moved the glass tube away and sealed it with a cork. He held the tube up, observing it against the firelight.
"Clear color, moderate viscosity," he muttered, as if recording experimental data. "Slight soul power fluctuations... it seems the secretions indeed carry soul power nourishing properties. Excellent."
He set the glass tube aside and picked up a sheet of cotton paper.
"Continue," he said. "Don't stop. Let me see how large your 'flow' can be."
Xiao Wu shook her head in collapse. But her body wouldn't obey—or rather, the soul ring wouldn't obey. Once the soul skill "Spring Stream" was actively activated, it was like opening a floodgate. The more ashamed and resistant she felt, the more frantically the soul power circulated in that area, producing more liquid.
The cotton paper was pressed against her and was almost immediately soaked through.
Mo Bai changed to another sheet, and another. By the fifth sheet, he finally nodded in satisfaction.
"That's enough," he said. "Stop now."
Xiao Wu struggled to withdraw her soul power. But her body had already memorized that feeling—the empty sensation of being filled and needed. Even after stopping the active use of the soul skill, small warm currents continued to seep out.
Mo Bai folded the used cotton papers neatly and placed them into the silver box. Then he stood up and looked at Xiao Wu, who was slumped weakly under the tree.
Her face was covered in tears, she was still biting the cloth, her skirt was bunched at her waist, and her crotch was a mess. But her eyes—those eyes that should have been full of fear and shame—flickered with a strange, watery longing.
Mo Bai reached out and removed the cloth from her mouth.
Xiao Wu gasped for air, saliva trailing from the corner of her mouth.
"Teacher..." she said in a raspy voice, "Am I... am I broken?"
"No." Mo Bai used the cloth to wipe the saliva from her chin. "You have simply become more perfect. Your body now has new functions, new uses. Just as a sword is sharpened or a bow is strung—you are becoming what you were always meant to be."
He tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him.
"Tell me, Xiao Wu. When you were leaking just now, what did you feel?"
Xiao Wu's lips trembled. "I... I felt very ashamed... very..."
"The truth," Mo Bai interrupted. "You don't need to lie in front of me."
Xiao Wu's tears surged again. She sobbed, her voice as small as a mosquito: "I... I felt very comfortable... the inside was empty... I needed something to fill it... I needed... I needed Teacher..."
The last few words were almost inaudible.
But Mo Bai heard them. He smiled—not his usual gentle smile, but a satisfied smile filled with possessiveness.
"Very good," he said. "Your body is more honest than your mouth."
He released her face and turned to pack up the "experimental equipment." The silver box closed with a crisp click. The glass tube was carefully tucked into a wooden case lined with soft padding. The cotton papers were stacked and tied with string.
Xiao Wu leaned against the tree and watched him do these things. The coolness between her legs reminded her of what had just happened, but the fire deep inside her had not yet died down. She watched Teacher Mo Bai's slender fingers manipulate those objects stained with her bodily fluids, and a distorted sense of belonging surged in her heart—Look, those are my things. Things that came out of my body, kept so preciously by Teacher.
Mo Bai finished packing and walked back to her side. He knelt, completely removed the underwear hanging from her knees, and took a clean pair from his bag to put on her. His movements were as skilled as if he were taking care of a child unable to care for themselves.
"Raise your arms," he said.
Xiao Wu raised her arms. Mo Bai helped her straighten her skirt and smooth out the wrinkles. Then he took out a water skin and a cloth, wiped her face clean, and had her rinse her mouth.
After doing all this, he picked her up—the way one holds a small child, with one hand supporting her back and the other under her knees.
Xiao Wu leaned submissively into his embrace. Her nose was filled with the clean scent of her teacher, mixed with the vegetative scent of the forest night. She suddenly felt very sleepy and tired, as if she had just finished a long journey.
"Sleep," Mo Bai said, carrying her to the prepared sleeping bag. "We go back to the academy tomorrow."
Xiao Wu closed her eyes. Before falling completely into a deep sleep, she felt Teacher Mo Bai's palm resting on her lower abdomen, warm soul power slowly injecting into her, as if soothing her, or as if confirming something.
What she didn't know was that after she fell asleep, Mo Bai took out the glass tube again. He carefully observed the liquid inside against the moonlight and then made a mark on the tube with a fine pen.
"Sample 1: Collected three hours after obtaining the soul ring, under active activation." He whispered to himself, "Viscosity 0.7, moderate residual soul power concentration, sensory irritancy... pending testing."
He put away the glass tube and looked at the sleeping Xiao Wu.
Moonlight shone on her face; teardrops still clung to her eyelashes. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was even.
Mo Bai reached out and touched her lips with his fingertip.
"Soon," he said. "Once we return to the academy, we can proceed to the next stage. Thoroughly... confirming ownership."