Chapter 38: Too Hot To HandleThe air in the luxurious hotel suite was thick with a silent, forbidden tension. Zhang Tian's hand hesitated for only a moment, a fleeting pause at the precipice of a decision already made.
The delicate lace barrier of Zhu Zhuqing's panties was no obstacle at all. With a newfound confidence born from her whispered plea, his fingers slipped past the fabric, finding the warm, wet heat of her core.
"Mmph… Zhang Tian…"
A sharp, stifled gasp escaped her lips, her entire body going rigid against his. It was the shock of the new, the jolt of a boundary crossed for the very first time. But just as quickly, the rigidity melted away, and she seemed to dissolve against him, a complete and total surrender.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her moans muffled against his skin as she fought desperately not to wake the innocent princess sleeping soundly just inches away.
His fingers began a slow, deliberate exploration. He started with one, gently probing the entrance to her tight pussy, marveling at its slick heat and velvety texture. She was so wet for him, so ready. He could feel the tiny, involuntary tremors running through her as his finger slid deeper.
"Ah… please…" she whimpered softly, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that sent a fresh wave of heat through his own veins.
Emboldened, he pushed his second finger in, spreading them slightly to stretch her. Her inner walls clenched around him reflexively, a testament to her inexperience and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. He moved slowly at first, a gentle in-and-out rhythm, letting her adjust to the feeling of being filled by him. Her hips began to move in tandem with his hand, a small, rocking motion that was entirely instinctual.
'She's a natural,' he thought, a smirk playing on his lips in the darkness. 'All that repressed passion, finally finding an outlet.'
He added a third finger, and this time, she let out a low, guttural moan she couldn't quite suppress. "Oh, gods… deeper… ahh!" The words were a low plea she couldn't hold back. Her body arched powerfully against his, her head thrown back. He could feel the rapid, frantic beat of her heart against his chest.
He quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster, deeper, targeting the sensitive nub hidden beneath her folds. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. The air was electric with her impending release.
Her entire body began to tremble violently. Her nails, which had been clutching his shoulder, dug in hard, though not painfully. Her legs scissored around his hand, trapping it against her.
"Zhang Tian… I… I'm so close… I can't…" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
"Let go, Zhuqing," he murmured into her ear, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "It's just us. Let go for me."
That was all the permission she needed. With a final, sharp cry muffled against his neck, her body convulsed. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of intense, shuddering pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers in a series of exquisite spasms, milking them. She was a quivering, panting mess in his arms, completely boneless and spent. He held her close, letting her ride it out, a profound sense of satisfaction filling him. He had given her this. He was the first.
After a few minutes, her trembling subsided, leaving her limp and pliant in his embrace. He slowly withdrew his fingers, slick with her essence. He moved his hand upwards, shifting his attention to her upper body. He cupped one of her large, perfect breasts, his thumb stroking the already-hard nipple through the thin silk of her camisole.
Zhu Zhuqing, still floating in the blissful afterglow of her climax, felt a surge of gratitude and a new, daring confidence. Her earlier shyness was being consumed by a burgeoning desire to give him the same pleasure he had just given her. Her hand, which had been resting on his chest, moved downwards with newfound purpose. She found the hard, thick ridge of his erection straining against the fabric of his pajama trousers.
She hesitated for only a second before her slender fingers closed around his length. Her touch was clumsy, inexperienced. She moved her hand up and down in a jerky, uncertain motion, trying to mimic something she had only ever imagined. But to Zhang Tian, it was heaven. The feeling of her small, soft hand wrapped around his throbbing cock was intensely arousing.
He grunted in pleasure, a low sound deep in his chest. "Oh, fuck… yes, Zhuqing… just like that. Your hand feels incredible."
Wanting to feel more, he hooked his fingers under the spaghetti strap of her camisole and pulled it up, freeing her magnificent breasts into the cool night air. They were even more spectacular than he had imagined—large, round, and firm, with pale, rosy areolas and pert, pink erect nipples that jutted out like sweet berries, begging for his attention.
He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he began to suckle gently.
"Ah! Zhang Tian!" she gasped, her back arching off the bed. "What are you… mmm… doing… it feels so… so good…"
It was at that moment, lost in their own world of burgeoning lust, that another sound entered the quiet room.
"Mmm… chicken leg…"
Ning Rongrong mumbled in her sleep, smacking her lips softly before rolling over, her back now facing them.
Both Zhang Tian and Zhu Zhuqing froze instantly, their hearts leaping into their throats. They held their breath, listening, every muscle tensed. The only sound was Rongrong's soft, even breathing. She was still fast asleep, lost in a dream of culinary delights.
A wave of relief washed over them, followed by something else—a shared, conspiratorial grin in the darkness. "Did you hear that?" she whispered, her body shaking with suppressed mirth. The close call, the sheer audacity of what they were doing right under their friend's nose, didn't scare them off. Instead, it added a thrilling, delicious layer of danger to their secret encounter. It was like pouring oil on an already raging fire.
Zhang Tian looked into Zhu Zhuqing's dark eyes, which were shining with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. He gave her a wicked wink before whispering back, his lips against her ear, "She's dreaming of eating chicken. I am eating something much tastier." He lowered his head again, his mouth finding her breast with renewed vigor. Zhu Zhuqing let out a silent laugh, her body shaking with escalating pleasure.
His dick was now painfully hard, on the verge of exploding. He pulled his mouth away from her breast, his breathing heavy. "Zhuqing," he whispered, his voice thick and ragged with need. "I'm close... very close. I can't hold back much longer... so...I want you to do something for me to make it even more exciting for me."
He shifted his body, pulling his now-straining dick out from the confines of his trousers. It sprang free, long, thick, and impressively large in the dim moonlight filtering through the window. He took her hand and guided it back to his cock, showing her how to grip it firmly at the base.
Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered a new, even bolder request.
Zhu Zhuqing's entire face flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes went wide, a mixture of shock and nervous excitement. She had never, ever imagined doing something so… intimate. So decadent. But looking at the raw desire in his blue eyes, feeling the hard proof of his need in her hand, she found she couldn't deny him anything. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
With the utmost care, moving like shadows, they slowly shifted their positions on the massive bed. He lay on his back, and she moved to straddle his hips, her silk-clad bottom resting on his stomach.
She took his erect cock in both hands and carefully positioned it between her large, soft breasts. She then squeezed them together with her hands, enveloping his length in their pillowy softness. The sensation of her cool, smooth skin and the firm pressure of her tits was mind-altering.
"Like… like this?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Is… is this what you wanted? Do you like it?"
"Gods, Zhuqing… yes…" he groaned, his voice cracking as his eyes rolled back in his head. "It's more than perfect. Fuck… it's incredible."
He reached up, his hands finding her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Now… the other part," he rasped.
Shyly, she lowered her head. Her long, dark hair fell like a curtain around them, creating a private, intimate space. She tentatively extended the tip of her tongue and licked the swollen, purple head of his dick. A jolt of pure, electrifying pleasure shot through Zhang Tian's entire body. He let out a harsh, strangled gasp, his hips bucking involuntarily.
The taste was foreign, salty and musky, but it was his. The taste of the man who had saved her, trained her, and now, desired her. She licked him again, more confidently this time, her shyness melting away under the heat of his reaction.
"Move them, Zhuqing," he commanded in a low, husky tone. "Up and down my cock."
She obeyed instantly, beginning to slide her breasts up and down his shaft, her hands squeezing them tightly to maintain pressure. The slickness of his pre-cum and her own saliva made the movement smooth and incredibly sensual. She kept her head lowered, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick and tease the sensitive head.
It was a maddening combination of sensations for Zhang Tian—the soft, heavy weight of her tits, the wet heat of her mouth, the sight of her beautiful face so focused on giving him pleasure. Ten minutes felt like an eternity and a second all at once. The pressure in his loins was building to an unbearable peak. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Zhuqing… I'm going to… ahh…" he gasped, his body tensing.
At that moment, just as he was about to climax, she did something that shattered his remaining control. Remembering his final whispered instruction, she opened her mouth wide and took the entire head of his large dick inside.
"Ahhh! Zhuqing!"
A raw, guttural sound was torn from his throat as he exploded. Hot, thick ropes of his white cum shot deep into her mouth. It was a powerful, violent release, the culmination of all the pent-up tension and desire. Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened at the volume and force, but she held on, swallowing instinctively as he continued to pump into her.
When his orgasm finally subsided, he lay panting, his body slick with sweat. Slowly, gently, he pulled his still-erect dick from her mouth. A single, pearly white drop of his cum dribbled from the corner of her lips.
Instead of wiping it away, Zhu Zhuqing looked him directly in the eye, a seductive, cat-like smile gracing her lips. She slowly licked her lips clean, swallowing the last trace of him with a soft gulp.
"Mmm… I like the taste of you," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a fresh jolt of lust straight to his groin. "It's intoxicating and sweet…Just like you."
Despite having just climaxed, Zhang Tian felt himself getting hard again. The sight of her, so beautiful and alluring, with his cum on her lips, was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.
He reached up, pulled her down, and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands roamed freely over her naked torso, caressing her breasts, tracing the line of her ribs, exploring every inch of her exposed skin. His now fully erect dick pressed insistently against her thigh, a clear promise of the night's activities being far from over.
The two continued their silent, passionate dance on the bed. Zhu Zhuqing, emboldened by his reaction, shifted her weight, allowing his hard cock to nestle in the valley between her thighs, rubbing against her still-sensitive pussy through the thin silk of her panties. She let out a soft moan into his mouth, her hands now exploring his body with equal fervor, tracing the hard planes of his chest and the chiseled lines of his abs.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in soft pants. A mischievous glint appeared in her dark eyes. "You seem to enjoy this even more than I imagined," she whispered, her fingers playfully tracing his jawline. "Tell me, Zhang Tian, was this your plan all along? Is this why you saved me from my sister in the forest that day? Did you want me for yourself since then?"
She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "And Dai Mubai... humiliating him so thoroughly, training me to be strong enough to crush him today... was it all just a prelude to this? To doing this with his fiance?" She giggled softly, a sound that was both innocent and deeply seductive. "Does it excite you? Knowing you're doing this to the woman who should have belonged to him?"
Zhang Tian chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her more firmly against him. "Mmm, you have no idea," he teased back gently, his blue eyes locking with hers. "And what if it was? Was I wrong? Would you have preferred I left you to your fate? Did you want to remain with that cowardly excuse for a fiancé, Dai Mubai?"
He lowered his voice, his tone turning serious for a moment. "Tell me, Zhuqing. Did you want to slowly forgive his transgressions, his weakness, and eventually become that trash's woman?"
Zhu Zhuqing's playful expression faltered, replaced by a deep blush. Her plan to tease him had backfired spectacularly. The very thought of being with Dai Mubai now sent a wave of revulsion through her. She shook her head, burying her face in his shoulder. "No," she mumbled, her voice thick with emotion. "Never."
She looked up at him again, her eyes shining with unshed tears of gratitude. "I'm thankful," she admitted softly. "So incredibly thankful that I have something you desire. That my beauty... especially these large breasts that you like to stare at so much... caught your eye."
Zhang Tian's expression softened. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "It's not just your beauty, Zhuqing," he said, his voice warm and sincere. "Though it is breathtaking. I admire your will, your determination. Your hard-working personality is a rare and precious thing." He paused, a small smile playing on his lips. "However," he added with a playful grin, "I'll admit, your hard-working personality does fall a bit short when compared to the absolute perfection of your body."
Those sweet words, that perfect blend of genuine praise and playful flirtation, was exactly what she needed to hear. Her heart swelled with happiness, and her earlier excitement, which had cooled slightly, began to bubble up once more, hotter and more intense than before.
The night was still young.
For another half hour, they continued their intimate exploration on the bed, their touches growing bolder, their kisses deeper. His hands mapped every curve of her body, from the swell of her ass to the delicate arch of her foot.
His dick remained pressed against her thigh, a constant, hard reminder of his unsated desire. But the risk of waking Rongrong was a constant, frustrating restraint. They had to remain quiet, their moans stifled, their movements careful.
Finally, Zhang Tian couldn't take it anymore. The need to let loose, to hear her cry out his name, to feel her without restraint, was overwhelming. With a decisive nod, he slowly sat up.
"Come," he whispered, his voice a low command.
Before she could react, he slid his arms under her, one beneath her knees and the other supporting her back, and lifted her effortlessly from the bed. He held her sexy, silk-clad body against his chest and, moving with a predator's silence, carried her across the room and into the attached bathroom, closing the heavy wooden door behind them with a soft click.
He set her down on the cool marble floor. The bathroom was spacious and opulent, lit by a single dim light above the vanity. He leaned against the closed door, trapping her between it and his body.
"You've made me far too horny, Zhuqing," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. His blue eyes burned with a fire that sent shivers down her spine. "And now... you're going to have to deal with it."
He didn't plan to take her virginity tonight. That was a step that required more thought, more preparation. It was a promise for the future. But that didn't mean his lust couldn't be satisfied in other ways. He crouched down slightly, bringing his face level with hers.
"Kneel for me, Zhuqing," he commanded softly. "I want your mouth again. All of it."
Zhu Zhuqing's heart hammered in her chest. She knelt before him without hesitation, her earlier shyness replaced by a fierce determination to please him. He undid his pajama trousers, letting them fall to his ankles, and his magnificent cock sprang free, fully erect and pulsing with need.
Her first attempt at a blowjob was inexperienced. She took only the tip into her mouth, her tongue flicking nervously. It felt good, but it wasn't what he craved. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
He tangled his hands in her long, dark hair, not roughly, but with a firm grip. "Open up, Zhuqing," he urged. "Take all of me."
He began to guide her head down, pushing his length past her lips, past her teeth. She gagged, her eyes watering as her throat struggled to accommodate his size. He was simply too large. But he was patient, pushing slowly, retreating, then pushing again, teaching her body to accept him. After a few tries, she managed to take almost his entire length down her throat, her lips pressed against his pubic bone.
The feeling of her throat wrapped around his dick was indescribable. "Oh, God, Zhuqing… your throat… fuck… so tight…" he groaned, the sound echoing in the tiled bathroom.
Now that they were away from Rongrong, they didn't have to hold back. He began to fuck her mouth, a steady, powerful rhythm that pushed her to her limits. He held her head firmly, controlling the pace, wanting to prolong the exquisite sensation for as long as possible.
For over fifteen minutes, he used her mouth, and her muffled moans of effort mingled with his groans of pleasure.
Finally, with a roar that bounced off the tiles, he climaxed again, flooding her throat with another hot, thick load of his cum.
He pulled out, panting, and helped her to her feet. She coughed and sputtered for a moment, but a triumphant smile soon graced her lips.
Without a word, he reached into the large, glass-walled shower and turned on the water, a hot, steaming spray that quickly filled the room with mist.
He pulled her in with him, not even bothering to remove their now-soaked and half-removed clothes. The hot water sluiced over them, plastering the thin silk of her pajamas to her skin, making them almost transparent.
He pressed her wet, sexy body against the cool tiles of the shower wall, his mouth crashing down on hers in a ravenous kiss. His hands were everywhere at once, squeezing her ass, cupping her tits through the wet fabric, his fingers dipping between her legs to find her pussy once more.
He began to finger her again, this time with a rough, demanding rhythm. The hot water, the steam, the raw passion of their kiss—it was a sensory overload.
Zhu Zhuqing responded with equal fire. Her own hands roamed his athletic, handsome body, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back and chest, her nails lightly scraping his skin. His lust, however, was a voracious beast, and it was still not satiated. The rest of their time in the shower was a blur of frenzied, hedonistic activity.
They were free to be loud, and the bathroom was soon filled with their unrestrained moans and cries of pleasure.
He fingered her relentlessly, his middle and index fingers pumping in and out of her slick channel while his thumb mercilessly teased her clit.
"Yes! Right there, Zhang Tian! Oh, gods! Hnngghh... Don't stop!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles. "I'm… I'm coming! Ahhh!"
Her orgasm was a raw, powerful scream of pure bliss, her body convulsing against his hand. As she was still quivering, she took his cock in her hand, her movements now slick and practiced. The hot water cascaded over them as she brought him to another powerful climax, his seed splattering against the shower wall.
"Ahhh, Zhang Tian! I'm coming!" she screamed again, her body a live wire of sensitivity as he brought her to another, even more intense orgasm with his skilled fingers. "Scream for me, Zhuqing!" he commanded, "Let me hear how good I make you feel!"
He pinched and bit her sensitive nipples, drawing sharp gasps from her as she used her tits to bring him to his fifth and final release of the night, his groans of "Fuck... your tits...are too incredible…" echoing in the steam.
Finally, utterly spent and satiated, they stood under the hot spray, holding each other in a comforting embrace. The raging fire of their lust had been banked, leaving behind the warm, glowing embers of deep intimacy and a shared secret.
After they washed each other clean, Zhang Tian used a small burst of spirit power, a quiet hum in the air, to instantly dry their bodies and their clothes. They dressed and crept back into the bedroom.
Ning Rongrong hadn't moved an inch.
They climbed back into the massive bed, returning to their original spots. This time, they deliberately left a respectable distance between them, a silent agreement to avoid any suspicion come morning. As Zhang Tian lay down, Zhu Zhuqing on his right and Ning Rongrong on his left, he felt a profound sense of peace.
He had won a great victory today. But the secret, intimate triumph he had just shared with Zhu Zhuqing felt infinitely sweeter. He closed his eyes, the memory of her taste and her touch still vivid in his mind, and fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
Chapter 39: Bronze Spirit BadgeAnother month bled away into the annals of time at Shrek Academy, a month of sweat, secrets, and a steadily deepening schism that had cleaved the student body in two.
For the Treasure Silver Civet team, it was a month of explosive growth. Zhang Tian, fueled by a nightly torrent of power from his domain and refined by the peerless Mysterious Heaven Skill, felt the bottleneck of his spirit power shatter. He had smoothly broken through to Level 28.
Their dominance in the Great Spirit Arena had become the stuff of local legend. Once a week, the three masked figures would appear, and once a week, they would leave another trio of aspiring Spirit Grandmasters broken and bewildered in their wake.
They had fought four more times, extending their undefeated streak to a staggering five consecutive victories.
Their Iron Badges now pulsed with fifteen points.
Their teamwork had evolved from a well-rehearsed plan into a fluid, instinctive dance of death.
Zhu Zhuqing was a terror on the stage. The self-created skills Zhang Tian had helped her develop were now second nature.
She moved like a phantom, a blur of black cloth and shredding claws, her attacks a seamless flow of pounces, spins, and silent, shadow-like steps. She was no longer just an assassin; she was a predator who owned the battlefield.
Ning Rongrong's progress was less flashy but no less profound. Her evasive skills had become a work of art.
She could now lead agility-type opponents on a merry chase, her movements a frustrating, unpredictable ballet that made her almost impossible to pin down.
In the privacy of their training, she had finally passed the initial, brutal stage of offensive spirit power control.
She could now reinforce her fists with enough power to crack solid stone, though she had yet to find the confidence or the opportunity to use this shocking skill in an actual battle.
More importantly, the creative, game-like training Zhang Tian had designed for her spirit control had borne miraculous fruit.
She had broken through the bottleneck that had stymied her for years, officially reaching the Four Aperture Constant Heart level of her clan's secret art.
It was a pity she couldn't fully utilize it yet; the technique allowed her to simultaneously apply two different buffs to four separate targets, but her team only had three members. Still, the leap in her control was immense.
Compared to the meteoric rise of the two girls, Zhang Tian's presence in the arena remained deliberately low-key.
He was the anchor, the quiet controller who would manifest a shield here, a binding vine there, always doing just enough to ensure their victory without revealing the true, terrifying depths of his own power.
Their physical training continued unabated, and the results were starkly visible in their toned muscles and seemingly limitless stamina.
The early morning cultivation of the Purple Demon Eye had become a cherished ritual, a secret that bound them together, their perception of the world growing sharper with every sunrise.
But the most significant development of the month was not one that could be measured in spirit ranks or arena victories.
It was a secret, hidden in the quiet darkness of the night, a bond of intimacy forged in stolen moments and shared pleasure.
Ever since that first, explosive night in the hotel, the relationship between Zhang Tian and Zhu Zhuqing had blossomed into a full-blown clandestine affair. The initial, hesitant exploration had given way to a deep, passionate intimacy.
Their nights were a thrilling, dangerous game. Zhu Zhuqing, sharing a room with the increasingly suspicious but still oblivious Ning Rongrong, had perfected the art of the midnight escape.
"I'm going to the Dark-Attribute field for some extra cultivation, Rongrong," she'd say, her voice a cool, convincing lie. "Don't wait up for me."
Then, under the cloak of darkness, she would move. Her Hell Civet spirit made her a ghost. She would slip from her window, a silent shadow flitting across the moonlit grounds, her movements making no sound, leaving no trace.
The boys' dormitory was a fortress of snoring youths, but she moved through it like a phantom, scaling the outer wall to his second-floor window and slipping inside without a whisper.
Theirs was a passion that left its mark. Zhu Zhuqing had become paranoid about bathing with Ning Rongrong, a ritual they had once enjoyed together.
She couldn't risk her friend seeing the faint, purplish love bites that now adorned the pale, perfect skin of her large breasts, or the hickeys that sometimes bloomed on the tender skin of her inner thighs
She had barely managed to pass off a particularly vicious mark on her neck as a mosquito bite, an excuse that had earned her a skeptical, narrowed-eyed look from her best friend.
Zhang Tian's own athletic body was not immune, often sporting the faint, sharp imprints of her teeth on his shoulder or the scratch marks of her passion on his back.
Her skill in pleasuring him had grown with a speed that both shocked and delighted him. What had started as clumsy, inexperienced attempts had blossomed into a confident, intuitive mastery of his body.
If not for her talented mouth, her pillowy tits, and the recent, thrilling discovery of using her soft, plump thighs to bring him to climax, he knew he would have long since lost his control and taken her completely.
The same was true for her. The raw, desperate hunger he saw in her eyes some nights was a testament to her own burgeoning needs.
If not for his skilled fingers and talented tongue, which could drive her to screaming, mind-shattering orgasms, she would have undoubtedly thrown herself at him, begging him to bury his dick deep inside her.
Their shared baths, a regular occurrence now whenever they visited the city, had become a hotbed of hedonistic exploration. She had grown to love the feeling of soaping his hard, athletic body, her hands deliberately using her large, heavy breasts to lather his chest and back, a move that never failed to drive him wild.
In turn, he would "help" her wash, his hands roaming her curvaceous body with a possessive familiarity, his fingers often finding their way between her legs, bringing her to a quick, shuddering climax under the hot, steaming spray of the shower.
Their secret encounters had escalated from twice a week to a near-nightly necessity, a shared addiction that neither of them had any desire to break. They had done everything a couple could do, stopping just short of the final, irreversible act of penetration.
"Mmmph… Zhang Tian…"
Zhu Zhuqing's soft moan was a familiar, welcome sound in the darkness of his room. She was straddling his lap, her back pressed against his chest, while he sat comfortably on a chair.
His hard, thick dick was nestled snugly between the soft, warm globes of her ass, a position they had both grown to love. His hands were free to roam, cupping and squeezing her large breasts, his thumbs teasing her erect nipples.
"Rongrong almost caught me tonight," she whispered, a thrill of danger in her voice as she tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. "She asked why I smelled so much like you when I came back from 'cultivating' this morning."
He chuckled, his lips pressing a series of soft kisses against her pulse point. "And what did you tell her?"
"I told her we must be using the same brand of soap," she replied, a giggle in her voice. "I don't think she believed me."
She fell silent for a moment, her body relaxing into his embrace. "She loves you, you know," she said softly. "A lot. I see it in her eyes every time she looks at you." A flicker of guilt crossed her beautiful face. "I… I feel terrible for lying to her. If she knew what we were doing… she would be so angry. With both of us."
She turned in his lap, straddling him properly now, her knees on either side of his hips. Her expression was serious, pleading. "You have to become intimate with her too, Zhang Tian. Soon. And then… then you have to convince her to accept me. To share you. I'll do anything. Even if her family insists I become your concubine, I'll accept it. As long as I can be with you."
He looked at her, at the genuine desperation in her dark eyes, and his heart ached for her. He pulled her close, kissing her deeply. "You will never be a concubine, Zhuqing," he said firmly when they broke apart. "You will be my wife. Just as Rongrong will be. I will marry you both, officially. But for that to happen, I need to be strong enough that no one, not even the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect, can dare to question my decisions."
He kissed her again, his hands resuming their delightful exploration of her breasts. "As for Rongrong… leave her to me. But not yet. I want her to grow a little more. After she gets her fourth spirit ring, her body will mature. Right now, she is a sweet, adorable girl. I want to enjoy this pure, sweet romance with her for a little while longer. To hold her hand, to walk with her. The time for what we have… it will come for her too."
Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft, contented moan as his fingers found her nipple and twisted it gently. "Mmm… yes… right there…" She leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "So you want sweet romance with her, but with me… you do all these embarrassing, perverted things."
She giggled, a low, throaty sound. "Was it really because of this body? Is that why you made me wear that waitress uniform, two sizes too small, so my stomach was showing and my tits were about to spill out? Just so you could play your little game of a wealthy merchant forcing himself on his poor, innocent waitress?"
He grinned, a wicked light in his blue eyes as he squeezed her breasts. "Your curves are a crime against the self-control of all men, Zhuqing. And yes," he admitted without a shred of shame, "seeing you in that tight little skirt, serving me food… it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Besides," he added, his voice dropping to a low growl as he pinched her nipples, "you're the one who started this, that night in the hotel. If you hadn't made a move, I would have behaved myself."
"Mmmph! Ahh!" she moaned loudly as he twisted her nipples harder. A deep blush spread across her cheeks. "I'm… I'm glad I did," she gasped. "Because I love this. I love helping you with your… pent-up lust. I wouldn't trade it for any sweet romance."
"Good," he growled, his lust now fully stoked. "Because I need your help right now." He shifted his hips, his erection pressing insistently against the soft mound of her pussy through their clothes. "Your thighs, Zhuqing. I want them."
She blushed but nodded eagerly. She slid off his lap and knelt before him, taking his thick, hard dick in her hands. She positioned it carefully between her soft, plump thighs and began to squeeze them together, her hips moving in a slow, grinding rhythm that made him groan with pleasure. She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss as she worked him, her body a willing instrument for his release.
A few days later, their routine was interrupted by the arrival of a familiar, distinguished figure. An elder from the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect, bearing a letter sealed with the sect master's personal crest.
Zhang Tian took the letter, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. 'It's been two months since I met with Sect Master Ning,' he thought. 'Has he succeeded? Did he manage to bring the Breaking Clan into his fold?'
He broke the seal and began to read, with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing peering over his shoulder, their heads close together.
"My dear young friend Zhang Tian," the letter began, written in Ning Fengzhi's elegant, flowing script. "I hope this letter finds you and my daughter well. I trust your training continues to progress smoothly. If you require any further resources, please do not hesitate to inform the elder who delivered this. He has been instructed to fulfill any reasonable request."
Ning Rongrong beamed, her chest puffing out with pride as her father's words praised her. "I have heard reports of your team's exploits in the Great Spirit Arena. Five consecutive victories! And I hear that my dear Rongrong's reputation as a peerless support master is growing. Her evasive skills and tactical acumen are becoming the talk of not just among the Suotuo City but also in my Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. I am a very proud father."
The letter then turned to more serious matters. "As for the matter we discussed, I have news. After two long months of difficult negotiations, I am pleased to inform you that the Breaking Clan has officially agreed to become a subsidiary clan of our Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. The price was high—promises of protection, assistance with spirit ring hunts, and even a few of our spare spirit bones—but they have accepted. While they will remain in Rising Dragon City for the time being, a branch of our sect has been established there to facilitate our new alliance."
"He did it!" Ning Rongrong gasped, her eyes wide with shock and admiration for her father's political skill.
The letter continued. "The Breaking Clan has already begun the process of concocting the pills we discussed, using the materials I provided. As for the knowledge you seek—their complete compendium of herbs and their alchemy methods—it is now within our grasp. I would like to formally invite you to come along with my dear daughter Rongrong, and your friend Miss Zhuqing, to visit us in Heaven Dou City. We can finalize our exchange there. You can provide us with the blueprints for your magnificent weapons, and I will hand over the legacy of the Breaking Clan."
After reading the final lines, Zhang Tian folded the letter, a deep sense of satisfaction settling over him. "Your father is inviting us to Heaven Dou City," he said to Ning Rongrong. "I think we should depart in a month's time."
"A month? Perfect!" she squealed, clapping her hands together. "Oh, you'll love Heaven Dou City! It makes Suotuo look like a shabby little town! I'll show you all the best places! The food, the shops, the Grand Theatre! It will be so much fun!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the academy, a different kind of progress was being made. The Shrek Five, under the relentless, copied training regimen of the Grandmaster, were being forged in the fires of pain and gravity.
Zhang Tian had, of course, noticed them mimicking his methods. He wasn't angry. He just found it… pitiful.
'Yu Xiaogang is like a child copying an answer without understanding the question,' he thought one afternoon, as he watched them from a distance. Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu, both power-attack types, were being forced to run through a clumsy agility course.
'He doesn't understand that training must be tailored. A power attacker needs drills to enhance their explosive force and their ability to draw aggro, not to learn how to run away. That Fatty, with his slow speed, is wasting his time. And Oscar should be practicing aerial evasion with his sausages, not stumbling around on the ground. Only Tang San seems to be adapting the training to his own needs, using it to refine his control. The others are just… suffering for no reason.'
He shook his head and turned away. It was not his problem. His own methods were evolving, becoming more complex, and he had long since taken his training with the girls to more secluded locations, far from the prying eyes of the Grandmaster, and under the discreet protection of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect's hidden guardians.
Yu Xiaogang, oblivious to this silent critique, was pleased with his students' progress. Their physical bodies were undeniably stronger. He deemed their foundational training complete. It was time for the next phase.
"Your task now," he announced to his five weary students, "is to go to the Great Spirit Arena. You will fight as a team of five. Your goal is to achieve the rank of Silver Spirit Badge before the end of the year. The battles will hone your coordination and expose you to a variety of opponents. It is the perfect crucible to forge you into a true team."
He had, of course, heard about the Treasure Silver Civet's rising fame. He had not yet witnessed one of their matches, but he was certain that his own, more numerous and "properly" trained team would quickly surpass them.
The five-on-five battles would be a different world from the simple three-on-three skirmishes. His team had a proper tank, ranged support, and multiple damage dealers. It was a superior composition.
Over the next month, Zhang Tian's team continued their own arena battles, maintaining their once-a-week schedule. They fought four more matches, and they won four more times. Their victory streak now stood at a perfect nine.
Their Iron Badges were glowing, their point total at a respectable eighty-five. One more win, and the bonus for a ten-win streak would push them over the one-hundred-point threshold, earning them their Bronze Badges.
They decided to fight that final match before their departure for Heaven Dou City.
Due to their undefeated record and their mysterious, masked personas, their match was moved from the smaller side arenas to the grand Main Spirit Arena. It was a place of honor, where the stakes were higher, the crowds were larger, and the bets were astronomical.
That night, as the Treasure Silver Civet team made their way to the main stage, they were unaware that they had a very specific audience. In a private viewing box, overlooking the massive, brightly lit arena, sat the entire faculty and student body of Shrek Academy.
"Let's see for ourselves what makes this team so special," Yu Xiaogang had said, his tone one of academic curiosity, though a hint of competitive analysis burned in his eyes.
The Treasure Silver Civet team stepped onto the stage, their masked forms bathed in the brilliant glow of the arena lights.
Zhang Tian, in his crimson mask, stood with his usual calm.
Ning Rongrong, in her silver mask, waved playfully to the cheering crowd. And Zhu Zhuqing, in her black cat mask, was a vision of deadly, sensual power.
Her tight, black leather battle suit, a new gift from Ning Rongrong, clung to her body like a second skin, highlighting every breathtaking curve, her magnificent breasts threatening to spill from the low-cut neckline.
Even through the masks, their charisma was undeniable.
The fight began, and what followed was a display of combat prowess that left the Shrek contingent speechless.
Their opponents were a well-regarded team, but against the Treasure Silver Civet, they were children.
Ning Rongrong was a ghost. She moved with an ethereal, unpredictable grace, her opponent, a dedicated agility-type Spirit Grandmaster, completely unable to land a single hit.
She wasn't just dodging; she was playing with him, a contemptuous smile on her lips that was visible even through her mask.
The lessons of the past two months had transformed her from a vulnerable target into an untouchable phantom.
Dai Mubai watched from the viewing box, his face turning an ugly shade of green. The girl he had dismissed, the support master he had tried to eliminate, was now displaying a level of evasive skill that he knew, with a sickening certainty, he himself could not replicate.
But it was Zhu Zhuqing who stole the show. With Ning Rongrong's thirty percent buff to her strength and agility, she was a goddess of speed.
She didn't just fight her opponents; she dismantled them.
She took on all three of them at once, a black blur of motion that was everywhere at once. Her self-created skills flowed together in a seamless, deadly dance. She was a phantom pouncing, a shadow stepping, a reaping claw that cleared the field.
Her power was terrifying. Her speed was blinding. And her body… her body was a weapon in itself. Every leap, every spin, every kick highlighted the raw, sexual power of her form.
The tight leather strained against her large breasts and curvaceous ass, a sight that had half the men in the arena roaring with appreciation.
Dai Mubai felt a surge of possessive rage so intense it made him dizzy.
That was his fiancée, his woman, displaying her power, for the world to see. And she had become this strong under the guidance of another man.
He looked at her, at her breathtaking beauty and her terrifying strength, and for the first time, a genuine seed of fear took root in his heart. If they were to fight now, even with his spirit rank advantage… he wasn't sure he could win. Especially not if she had Rongrong's support.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun were equally cowed. "Gods," Oscar breathed. "She could take me out before I could even swallow my first sausage."
"I think… I think she could beat me in five moves," Ma Hongjun admitted, a rare note of genuine fear in his voice.
The teachers were silent, their faces grim. Yu Xiaogang's frown was a deep canyon in his stiff face. He saw the flawless coordination, the creative application of skills, the sheer, overwhelming power. His own team, with their rigid formations and predictable attacks, looked like amateurs in comparison.
Tang San, however, was not intimidated. He was ignited. He watched Zhang Tian, who stood at the back, his arms crossed, a silent conductor orchestrating this symphony of destruction. He knew. He knew that this incredible display was all because of him.
'His combat prowess is on a whole another level,' Tang San thought, his fists clenching. 'I must fight him. One on one. No teams, no support. Just me and him. My Tang Sect skills against his strange methods. My hidden weapons against his firearms. I have to know. I have to prove that my path, the legacy of the Tang Sect, is superior.'
The decision was made. The moment they returned to the academy, he would issue the challenge. A true battle, with no holds barred. He would settle this rivalry, once and for all.