In the Pope's Hall, within Bibi Dong's private chambers.
Time passed minute by minute, and the room was extraordinarily quiet.
Bibi Dong rested quietly against Dai Chengfeng's chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat. That sound seemed to possess a strange magic, gradually calming her turbulent thoughts.
The earlier playfulness had drained much of her energy, also dispelling the last traces of embarrassment and awkwardness.
Only a lazy, comforting sense of fullness remained.
However, Dai Chengfeng's hand resting on her back wasn't entirely still.
His fingertips occasionally traced the elegant curve of her spine, sometimes unconsciously drawing circles on her smooth skin, and at other times slightly tightening, pulling her closer as if to meld her into his own body.
At first, Bibi Dong ignored Dai Chengfeng's actions, but soon she found herself trembling from these subtle movements. Deep inside her body, that familiar, irresistible tingling sensation began to rise again.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she lifted her eyes and gave the man beside her a playful glare.
"Dai Chengfeng, you… can't you behave yourself?"
Her glare held no intimidation; instead, her fluctuating gaze exuded charm and allure.
Dai Chengfeng looked down at her, taking in her coquettish expression with great affection.
He chuckled softly, the slight vibration from his chest resonating, his tone filled with teasing and feigned innocence: "Teacher, isn't this already behaving myself?"
As he spoke, he deliberately moved the hand wrapped around her waist, lightly pressing his fingertips against her sensitive side.
"If I were truly misbehaving… could you still be lying here talking to me so peacefully?"
His words carried hidden meaning, his gaze intense and openly invasive.
Bibi Dong instantly understood his insinuation. The blush that had just faded from her cheeks spread anew, coloring even her neck with a lovely pink.
Annoyed and embarrassed, she raised her hand and pinched his chest lightly but not too gently: "Twisting words! Taking advantage and still acting innocent!"
"You… you're simply…"
She struggled for a while, unable to find the right words to describe this rebellious disciple who always managed to easily disturb her peace of mind. In the end, she could only glare at him reproachfully, turn her head away, and bury her burning cheeks deeper into his chest, muttering:
"…I loathe you so much!"
But her tone and demeanor clearly weren't genuine disdain.
It was unmistakably the flirtatious banter of lovers, carrying complaints akin to playful whining and undeniable intimacy.
Dai Chengfeng naturally understood.
His smile grew even brighter, and he shamelessly leaned down, gently rubbing his chin against her soft hair, inhaling the fresh scent of her locks, and sighed contentedly:
"To be 'loathed' by Teacher like this is a blessing I've earned through countless lifetimes."
Bibi Dong didn't respond, simply snuggling quietly against him.
The bedchamber fell silent once more.
Yet, her inner turmoil was far from the calm exterior she displayed.
Resting against Dai Chengfeng's sturdy and reliable chest, feeling the warmth emanating from his body and the gentle, lingering touch of his hand filled with infinite affection, Bibi Dong's gaze gradually became complex and hazy.
What has come over me…?
She silently asked herself in her heart.
I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall, above ten thousand people, supremely noble and cold-hearted, controlling the life and death of countless souls.
I am also his teacher…
So why… why did I inexplicably agree to such an… atrocious, absurd request today?
At this moment, scenes from earlier by the hot spring uncontrollably replayed in Bibi Dong's mind—how he persistently cajoled her, how he gazed at her with those deep eyes, and how he seductively coaxed her into nodding with his low voice.
She also recalled what happened afterward on this very bed—how she… fulfilled that "promise" which now made her blush and seethe with shame whenever she thought about it…
And in the end, she had truly… given herself to him…
Thinking of those intensely embarrassing images and sensory experiences, Bibi Dong felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her face, and a secretive, shameful shiver coursed through her depths.
She shifted her body slightly, trying to dispel those lascivious thoughts, but instead, she became even more acutely aware of the soothing touch of the large hand behind her.
Finished.
She silently sighed in her heart.
Aside from the final step, this body… seems to have completely fallen, completely given to him.
How did it come to this? This completely deviates from my original plans and intentions.
As she thought…
No! Absolutely not!
Bibi Dong suddenly shook her head, attempting to clear her mind.
Her gaze regained some of its coldness.
Men are all the same—none of them are good!
My feelings for him are merely exploitation—exploiting his talent, his potential, his emotions…
Yes! Just exploitation!
Bibi Dong repeatedly admonished herself in her heart, trying to rebuild the dam of reason.
But…
The repeated loss of control and composure in front of him, even the current state of peacefully resting in his arms… can all of this really be summarized by just the word "exploitation"?
Bibi Dong didn't know.
This question entangled her heart like vines, bringing a trace of confusion and unease.
Perhaps to affirm her belief that she was merely exploiting Dai Chengfeng, Bibi Dong stopped pondering those tangled emotions.
Instead, she focused on the growing power within her body.
Now, the Asura power within her and her inherent Rakshasa divine power, though seemingly conflicting, had achieved a strange fusion and enhancement at a higher level. She could distinctly feel her strength increasing.
Killing a hundred Dai Chengfengs with one slap would be no problem at all.
Thinking this, Bibi Dong couldn't help but smirk.
"What's so amusing, Teacher?"
Dai Chengfeng curiously asked, looking at Bibi Dong's sudden smile.
"Go away!"
Bibi Dong didn't reveal that she had used Dai Chengfeng as a unit of measurement, instead giving him a sidelong glance.
She turned away, ignoring him.
Dai Chengfeng felt utterly baffled but didn't dwell on it, continuing to gently play with Bibi Dong…
Time passed, unknown how long.
Amidst her internal struggles and the pleasurable growth of her power, Bibi Dong simultaneously felt the comforting warmth and touch of that large hand. A wave of intense fatigue washed over her like a tide, making her feel drowsy.
Her breathing gradually became even and slow, her body completely relaxed.
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng seemed to notice the change in Bibi Dong.
He looked down to see that Bibi Dong in his arms had already closed her eyes, her long lashes casting faint shadows beneath them. Her lips were slightly pursed, seemingly still holding a trace of unconscious gentleness and dependence.
She… had fallen asleep…
Seeing this, Dai Chengfeng adjusted her to the most comfortable position in his embrace. He lowered his head and gently placed a cherished kiss on her smooth forehead.
"Sleep well, Teacher…"
Whether it was sensing his presence or hearing his whisper in her dreams, Bibi Dong unconsciously nestled closer to him in her sleep, seeking a warmer, safer spot.
Dai Chengfeng smiled silently, maintaining his embrace, and slowly closed his eyes as well.
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