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Chapter 6: The Tool's Recognition of Master and "Initial Use"
The night had completely enveloped Notting City, and a deep silence hung over the Junior Soul Master Academy. Mo Bai's dormitory was located in the most secluded corner of the teacher's residential area. The windows were tightly covered by heavy curtains, and the inner layer was supplemented with simple soul tools for soundproofing and blocking soul power fluctuations. It looked like the ordinary residence of a single teacher, but behind the innermost study lay a room converted into a secret chamber.
Xiao Wu followed behind Mo Bai, walking back into this room she had become increasingly familiar with lately. Her steps were somewhat unsteady—not from soul power exhaustion (the process of absorbing the second soul ring had been exceptionally smooth under Mo Bai's "guidance")—but because of that strange, surging heat inside her body that had never subsided since the new soul ring formed.
That warm current was concentrated deep in her lower abdomen, churning slowly and continuously, bringing with it an empty, restless itch. She secretly squeezed her legs together as she walked; when the coarse fabric of her working student pants rubbed against her, it actually made her shiver slightly. An indescribable longing, like a vine, spread from the depths of her subconscious—where it had been induced and implanted by Teacher Mo Bai—and entwined itself around her reason.
"Close the door." Mo Bai's voice was as gentle as usual, but to Xiao Wu's ears right now, it sounded like it held a hook. She turned obediently and closed the heavy door of the secret chamber. With a soft click, everything outside was cut off.
The light in the chamber was dim, with only a soul tool lamp in the corner emitting a hazy yellow glow. The air held the faint scent of Teacher Mo Bai that made her feel both at ease and restless, along with the lingering, faint scent of herself left over from the previous "tests." Xiao Wu's face was burning intensely, and her heart beat as if it were about to jump out of her throat. Her soft, shoulder-length dark hair was slightly messy, framing her delicate, bunny-like face with its large, watery pinkish-red eyes that now glistened with unshed tears of need. Her small, cute nose twitched faintly, and her full, cherry-like lips were parted as she breathed heavily. At only around twelve years old, her body was still in that tender, budding stage—slender and petite, with smooth, flawless pale skin that flushed a deep, enticing pink under the influence of the soul skill.
Mo Bai sat down in a large chair covered with a dark blanket in the center of the room, looking at her with composure. His gaze was calm, like he was inspecting an instrument about to undergo final calibration.
"Come here," he said.
Xiao Wu shuffled over and stood before him, her head lowered, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. She could feel his gaze landing on her, sweeping over her neck, shoulders, chest, waist like something physical... wherever it passed, the warm current beneath that skin surged more urgently. Her small, perky breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath her coarse working student top, the faint outlines of her puffy nipples already visibly hardened and pressing against the fabric.
"Is the new soul ring stable?" Mo Bai asked, reaching out a hand.
Xiao Wu nodded quickly and instinctively offered her delicate wrist to let him probe her soul power. Mo Bai's fingers rested on her pulse, and a trace of cool soul power entered. Xiao Wu's body shuddered again; that invading soul power seemed to ignite a fuse, and the warm current deep in her abdomen "boomed" and exploded, turning into a clearer, more unbearable emptiness and longing. A small whimper escaped her throat, and her legs grew so weak she could barely stand. Her slender, smooth thighs pressed tightly together, the soft skin glistening with a thin layer of nervous sweat.
The corner of Mo Bai's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc. "It seems the effect of 'Spring Stream' is persistent." He withdrew his hand, his tone as flat as if discussing the weather. "How does it feel?"
"Te-teacher..." Xiao Wu looked up, her eyes already veiled by a layer of watery mist, her cheeks flushed crimson. "So strange... inside my body... so hot... so empty... it's miserable..." She was incoherent, instinctively leaning slightly toward Mo Bai like a young beast seeking shelter, or a pet yearning for its master. Her long, soft rabbit ears—usually hidden but now faintly visible due to her emotional state—twitched cutely atop her head, adding to her adorable yet lewd appearance.
"Miserable?" Mo Bai repeated. His fingers rose and landed lightly on Xiao Wu's burning cheek, stroking slowly. "Where is it miserable? Speak clearly."
His fingertips were cool, yet the stimulation from the touch made that miserable feeling skyrocket instantly. Xiao Wu's breathing immediately became rapid; she couldn't help but rub her cheek against Mo Bai's hand, saying intermittently: "Inside my stomach... below... hot... empty... I want..." The last few words were as thin as a mosquito's buzz, carrying heavy shame, yet driven out by a stronger instinct.
"Want what?" Mo Bai's hand slid to her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes. His eyes appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light, like two whirlpools pulling at Xiao Wu's crumbling consciousness.
"I want... Teacher..." Xiao Wu's pupils dilated slightly, completely dominated by the deep-seated suggestions and physiological torment. "I want Teacher... to touch me... to fill me..." These words poured out uncontrollably along with the even more surging warm current. She felt that it was already a total mess between her legs, and the crotch of her work pants held an obvious, shameful dampness. A visible wet spot had formed on the coarse fabric, outlining the puffy, swollen shape of her young, hairless little pussy that was drooling uncontrollably.