Huo Yuhao had no idea that Zhongli Yu had been secretly observing him the entire time—and had even gone so far as to kill one of Ning Tian's guards. At that moment, he was striding confidently into the villa, planning to find something to eat.
But as soon as he pulled open the door, he was stunned.
"You're back."
Ning Tian stood just inside the entrance, as if she'd been waiting for him a long time. She wore a sweet smile on her face, dressed tonight in an elaborate maid outfit. Her snow-white skin peeked out from the revealing design.
Upon seeing Huo Yuhao return, she surprisingly performed a noble's welcome gesture. Taking a few hesitant steps, she clumsily reached up to unbutton his coat.
Not far beside her, Nanmen Yuner had boldly changed into a tight, hip-length fishnet leather outfit. Bunny-ear accessories bounced on her head, twitching almost as if alive.
"Master, I've prepared dinner for you. Do you want to eat now, or perhaps... eat something else first…?" Her voice trailed off into a shy whisper, her cheeks flushing red.
Even more outrageous was Wu Feng, crouched on the floor in a fluffy off-shoulder dress. With her shoulders hunched, she mimicked a pawing motion and mewed, "Meow~"
This is punishment! They're seriously doing this? Huo Yuhao's brows twitched violently. He felt an uncontrollable heat rise in his lower abdomen, burning with the urge to punish the three of them on the spot.
"Are you all crazy?"
He snapped and brushed past them, heading straight to the dining room. The girls exchanged glances, each catching the mischievous glint in the others' eyes.
Do these girls really think I wouldn't dare touch them? Huo Yuhao sighed as he sat at the dining table, which was already covered with a luxurious dinner spread. He didn't bother being polite—he tied a napkin around his neck and began to dig in.
"Yuhao, try this," Nanmen Yuner offered, bringing a piece of dessert to his lips. Her big, dewy eyes blinked at him, filled with tempting mischief.
If this is how they want to play it, then fine. I'll play along.
The three girls were going all out, setting aside even the pride of sect heiresses—just to gain full control over Huo Yuhao.
There were two reasons. First, Huo Yuhao's background was far too mysterious. No matter how many spies and sources they used, the only consistent report was that he used to be a servant in the White Tiger Duke's household. But based on his current strength and bearing, that claim was hard to believe.
Second, Ning Tian had considered completely imprisoning Huo Yuhao and using him as a cultivation tool. But what even Huo Yuhao himself didn't know was that the sect experts Ning Tian had sent to ambush him... had all been eliminated by Zhongli Yu with ease.
Over a dozen Soul Sages, plus one Soul Douluo-level master, had vanished from Shrek City without a trace.
Ning Tian was horrified when she learned of this. Those elites were all stealth specialists—yet they'd disappeared instantly. The sect's upper ranks began blaming her for the loss.
Could it be that Huo Yuhao had a hidden Title Douluo protecting him? If brute force wouldn't work, then perhaps seduction would.
Even Bibi Dong, whose spirit resided in Huo Yuhao's mind, hadn't detected Zhongli Yu following them—because of Huo Yuhao's limited strength. She couldn't have imagined that Zhongli Yu had been tailing them by tracking his aura.
People's physical scent might change with bathing or strong-smelling food, but aura—true presence—could only be recognized by those closest to a person.
And unfortunately, Zhongli Yu was the one most familiar with Huo Yuhao's aura.
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After eating his fill, Huo Yuhao prepared for the start of the new term at Shrek Academy. He wanted to be in peak condition.
The villa's second floor had a skylit master bedroom, with a massive heart-shaped bed occupying nearly a quarter of the room.
Sure enough, the moment he finished bathing and lay down, the three girls clambered onto the bed, using both hands and feet. He wasn't surprised at all and simply sat cross-legged in meditation to begin cultivating.
He wanted to use the Haodong Power to speed up his cultivation—but for some reason, Bibi Dong had been avoiding him all day. Confused, Huo Yuhao could only revert to his usual method.
Life energy quickly gathered from the world around him. Whether sleeping or meditating, his spirit ring in progress would passively absorb this energy.
The three girls were used to this by now. Each of them clung to Huo Yuhao, basking in the rejuvenating flow of life force.
Just as Huo Yuhao was lamenting the shameless state of the world, a breeze drifted in through the window. Still deep in meditation, he paid it no mind, assuming it was just the evening wind.
But then, the three girls snuggled close to him began to moan in ecstasy, eventually collapsing unconscious beside him.
"Yuhao, something's wrong with the scent!"
The long-silent Ice Jade Scorpion's voice rang out in his mind, jolting him awake.
His head spun. The girls next to him now exuded an incredibly alluring fragrance—it was irresistible.
"It's Obsession Incense!" the Ice Jade Scorpion quickly identified the source.
"It's not from them…" Huo Yuhao glanced at the unconscious trio and came to a conclusion. But the burning heat inside him was beyond control.
He licked his lips and turned toward Wu Feng, who had the most voluptuous figure of the three. If he couldn't resist any longer… she'd be the first.
"Who did this…?" Huo Yuhao fought to stay conscious, scanning the room. He could barely hear the Ice Jade Scorpion now. Obsession Incense blocked access to one's spiritual sea—clearly, this trap had been designed specifically to counter him.
Unless…
"Holy Son."
A cold, clear voice confirmed his guess. He gave a bitter smile—so he still couldn't escape her grasp after all.
Before him appeared a familiar figure: the Saintess of the Holy Spirit Sect, Zhongli Yu.
"Holy Son, how could you be so cruel? You left me all alone in the forest, just to come here and play with these little girls?"
"Do you know how long I searched for you in this city? And when I finally found you… I saw you being ambushed. I couldn't let you get hurt, so I killed them all—alone."
"Holy Son…"
Zhongli Yu's expression was heartbroken. She slowly crawled toward him, her foxlike eyes misting with tears.
Huo Yuhao wasn't fooled. After a year of knowing her, he understood just how dangerously obsessive this Saintess could be.
"Couldn't you just wait for me to come back?" he sighed. "It's not like I was never going to return."
"No."
Zhongli Yu buried her head in his chest, greedily inhaling his scent—one she hadn't felt up close in days. Her soft hands wandered to his shoulders.
This vixen…
Just as Huo Yuhao silently cursed her, he noticed several wounds on her arms.
His expression changed. Despite how he resisted her emotionally, he didn't want her hurt. Was it true she'd saved him from that ambush?
Her fair skin, delicate enough to bruise at a touch, now bore deep gashes. He ached at the sight. He moved to grab medicine, but she leaned close and exhaled a seductive breath across his nose.
His head grew light. He was being consumed by her incense.
In one last burst of clarity, he grabbed Zhongli Yu, sat her on his thigh, and gently brushed the messy bangs from her forehead.
"Won't you regret this?"
Zhongli Yu didn't answer. She leaned down and kissed him deeply. Their clothes disappeared under her passionate touch.
Huo Yuhao couldn't hold back anymore. A year of her relentless teasing had pushed him to the edge.
As their bodies pressed together and warmth spread between them, the feelings he had long denied finally rose to the surface.
Zhongli Yu was insane—dangerously obsessed. As an evil soul master, she couldn't suppress her attachment to him. For days, she had watched from a distance, nearly caught by Shrek's elders.
Now, all her bottled-up emotions poured out. She gave Huo Yuhao a pleasure he had never felt before. The two of them clung to each other as if trying to merge into one.
Finally, Zhongli Yu collapsed, exhausted, against his strong chest.
"Yuhao… Yuhao…" she whispered his name over and over. Huo Yuhao felt a pang of guilt. With her obsessive nature, she might never let go of him again.
"Yuer, I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking her smooth, bare back, letting her melt completely into him.
(End of Chapter)
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