Dai Chengfeng closed the door and walked over to her, naturally wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into an embrace.
"Teacher," he murmured, "what brings you here? Such a rare guest—and it's your first time in my room."
Bibi Dong let him hold her without resistance. She simply lifted her eyes and gave him a sidelong glance—laced with allure, yet still carrying the Pope's unmistakable authority.
"What? Am I not allowed to visit?"
"Of course you are."
Dai Chengfeng smiled and pressed a light kiss to her lips. "I'm just surprised you'd come so late at night. Your student is honored beyond words."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes and gave his chest a gentle push—not hard, more like playful teasing.
"Flatterer."
She stepped back slightly from his embrace, studying him up and down. "Just came from Zhu Zhuqing's place?"
Dai Chengfeng nodded openly. "Is Teacher jealous?"
"Nonsense."
Bibi Dong turned her face away, though the tips of her ears flushed faintly pink. "I'm merely reminding you—the match with Tang San is tomorrow. You should be conserving your strength."
Dai Chengfeng pulled her close again, resting his chin atop her head, breathing in the cool, clean scent of her hair.
"I know my limits, Teacher."
Bibi Dong was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Do you have confidence in tomorrow's match?"
Dai Chengfeng chuckled. "Even you're asking me this? Zhu Zhuqing just asked the same thing."
"Zhu Zhuqing is worried about you too?" Her tone gave nothing away.
"She's concerned about Tang San's hidden weapons," Dai Chengfeng admitted. "I've considered it. That's truly the only real threat tomorrow."
Bibi Dong lifted her head from his chest. In the moonlight, her violet eyes looked especially deep, almost fathomless.
"I've had Tang San investigated," she said. "His hidden weapons are indeed no ordinary trick—his methods are strange, unpredictable. And…"
She paused. "He also seems quite skilled in poisons."
"We haven't seen him use them yet, but intelligence suggests he once eliminated several Soul Ancestor-level opponents in Nuoding City using poison."
"So tomorrow, you must guard not only against his hidden weapons—but also his toxins."
"Thank you for the warning, Teacher."
Warmth bloomed in Dai Chengfeng's chest. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
But Bibi Dong pushed him away gently and reached into her soul-guided storage device, pulling out an object and holding it out to him.
"Take this."
Dai Chengfeng accepted it. It was cool and soft—a deep violet under-armor, thin as cicada wings, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.
"This is the 'Amethyst Soft Armor,' woven from ten-thousand-year-old amethyst spider silk," she explained. "Lightweight, flexible, and capable of withstanding attacks from a Soul King."
"I went to great lengths to obtain it. Tang San's hidden weapons may not threaten true experts, but they're still dangerous for someone at your level. Wear it—just in case."
Holding the armor, Dai Chengfeng felt a surge of indescribable warmth.
Bibi Dong, the Pope herself—burdened with endless duties—had gone out of her way to secure this treasure for him. How could he not understand what this meant?
"Teacher…" His voice came out rough.
"No thanks," she cut him off sharply, turning her face away. "I simply don't want my student to lose disgracefully and tarnish the Spirit Hall's reputation."
The words were stiff—but Dai Chengfeng heard the care beneath them.
He smiled softly, carefully stowed the armor, then cupped her face and kissed her deeply.
At first, Bibi Dong resisted slightly—but soon softened, her arms circling his neck as she returned the kiss.
When they finally parted, both were breathing unevenly.
Moonlight bathed her flushed cheeks, making her beauty almost painful to behold.
She glared at him, eyes shimmering—but there was no real anger in them.
"Was that your way of thanking me… or just taking advantage?" she chided.
Dai Chengfeng nuzzled her nose, smiling. "Don't you like it, Teacher?"
Bibi Dong pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
*Did she dislike it?* Impossible.
She'd lived decades wielding absolute power, revered and feared by all. Only this audacious boy dared to draw near, to tease her… even to love her.
This feeling—of being cherished, of being needed—was a warmth she'd never known.
Seeing her silence, Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened.
In one smooth motion, he swept her into his arms and carried her toward the bed.
Bibi Dong gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
"What are you doing?"
"It's late, Teacher. You should rest."
He laid her on the bed and began untying her sash.
She didn't refuse—only watched him quietly, her expression unreadable.
One by one, the ties loosened. Her deep violet gown slid away, revealing matching undergarments beneath.
Dai Chengfeng's movements were tender, reverent—as if handling a priceless relic.
Soon, all fabric was gone.
Moonlight seemed to flow across her skin.
Her complexion wasn't merely fair—it held a cool, translucent jade-like luster, as if the finest white nephrite were lit from within, or frozen moonlight given form, glowing with an ethereal radiance.
Her curves weren't exaggerated, but sculpted by the perfect harmony of mathematics and poetry.
Shoulders and neck flowed seamlessly into delicate collarbones; her waist cinched in a breathtaking arc. Lower, her legs—long enough to steal breath—stood perfectly aligned, leaving no gap between them. From the fullness of her thighs, the lines tapered flawlessly through the gentle curve of her knees, down to the elegant sweep of her calves, ending in slender, exquisite ankles—a continuous, heart-stopping rhythm of grace.
She stood bathed in moonlight, every inch of skin, every contour—even the faintly curled toes—radiating a cold, sacred allure so potent it froze the blood and stole the mind.
Dai Chengfeng's eyes darkened; his Adam's apple bobbed.
He leaned down—just as Bibi Dong raised a hand to his chest.
"The match is tomorrow," she said, voice husky yet firm. "Conserve your strength."
"If you lose tomorrow because of tonight…" She met his gaze, cheeks burning. "I'll be furious."
Dai Chengfeng stilled, frustration flickering in his eyes—then feigned wounded innocence. "Teacher…"
"Don't think flattery will work."
She turned her face away, ears crimson. "Win first. After that… you can do as you please."
Seeing her rare display of shyness, Dai Chengfeng's heart melted. He knew she truly worried for him.
He sighed, rolled onto his side, and pulled her into his arms.
"Alright. I'll listen to Teacher."
He whispered against her ear, warm breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. "But after I win… you'll keep your word."
Bibi Dong gave a soft "Mm," burying her face in his chest, saying no more.
Dai Chengfeng held her, savoring the warmth and softness in his arms—yet his mind was calm.
He closed his eyes, breathing in the cool fragrance of her hair, drifting toward sleep.
After a long while, just as he was about to fall into slumber, Bibi Dong spoke softly in his arms:
"Chengfeng."
"Hmm?"
"You must win."
Dai Chengfeng opened his eyes and looked down.
She'd already closed hers—long lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks—as if those words had been mere dream-speak.
But he knew they weren't.
He tightened his embrace and kissed the top of her head.
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