At this moment, Fu Ye's vision gradually blurred, his mind clouded—only one primal instinct remained clear.
In the final second before losing himself, he finally realized what had gone wrong.
The tea.
He was a Ultimate Douluo, the only Quasi-God on the continent, yet he had been bested by a mere Soul Douluo!
"Ruyan… you'll regret this."
With the last shred of his rationality, Fu Ye whispered those words into Han Ruyan's ear.
Hearing him, she regained a sliver of awareness.
"Hehe, I won't regret it. I've been craving your body for a long time."
With that, she grabbed the remaining half of the blue pills, pouring them into both their mouths.
"I do feel a little sorry for my best friend… but love is something you have to fight for yourself, right?"
Fu Ye swallowed without resistance.
"Ah… you seem to have misunderstood me."
But now, Han Ruyan's ice-blue eyes were also glazing over, her thoughts dissolving into instinct. There was no turning back.
What followed was a storm of unprecedented intensity—like the bombing of Pearl Harbor witnessed from the peak of Mount Everest. No one could have predicted the sheer scale of the devastation.
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By dawn, Fu Ye's mind had finally clawed its way back from the chaos, reclaiming the high ground of reason. As he took in the aftermath—his body still acting on pure instinct—he felt as though the sky had collapsed.
'What the hell just happened?'
The dignified head of an academy had actually done this to him—a pure, handsome, charming young man!
Thankfully, his mental resilience was strong. Despite the sheer number of blue pills Han Ruyan had forced into him, he regained consciousness in just one night.
Such medicines existed on Douluo Continent, most made from thousand-year whale glue—a rare tonic that could enhance cultivation speed.
But their more infamous effect was their other use, and nobles often hoarded them for their own indulgent pleasures.
Fu Ye turned to Han Ruyan, whose dazed eyes still held a hint of lingering stupidity. He leaned close, his voice a soft murmur by her ear.
"Commander Han Ruyan… do you surrender?"
He spoke with the respect befitting a worthy opponent—one who had fought him for hundreds of rounds.
At his words, a flicker of clarity returned to her gaze.
"...A little."
'Hah.'
Still defiant? It seemed he had been too lenient. What awaited her now was him—at his peak!
The battle raged for an entire day and two nights. Only when the sun rose again did Han Ruyan, the once-proud commander, finally concede defeat.
"Heh. With skills like yours, you'd need to at least reach Titled Douluo level before challenging me."
Fu Ye stood, lifting her effortlessly as he carried her to the bath. He had only meant to teach her a lesson, but she had proven both weak and stubborn.
By his estimate, even as a Soul Douluo, she wouldn't be leaving the bed for three to five days.
…
Meanwhile, Liu Erlong sat on her own bed, watching as her best friend and Fu Ye vanished for over a day. She could guess what had happened.
"Welcome to the fold, Sister Ruyan."
She fully supported her best friend's joining. After all, this only strengthened their sisterhood's resolve—one day, they would overthrow Fu Ye!
She hadn't forgotten how he had trampled their dignity into the sheets time and time again. Sooner or later, she would have her revenge!
If one couldn't defeat him, then two would try. If two failed, then four. If four wasn't enough, then eight!
She refused to believe that she and her sisters couldn't overpower that scoundrel Fu Ye just once!
By noon, Fu Ye stirred awake, the girl in his arms breathing unevenly.
"How do you feel?"
His hand rested gently on Han Ruyan's waist. Her body carried a faint, soothing fragrance—reminiscent of vanilla from his past life. But now, her face twisted in discomfort before she abruptly bit down on his forearm.
"Ack—!"
Fu Ye yelped in surprise.
"Hey, is this how you treat your man?"
After laboring for a full day and two nights, even if he had no merit, he had worked hard! Even if he hadn't worked hard, he was at least exhausted! And yet, she still bit him?!
"Hmph! You monster! How could you go so hard? I can't even move now!"
Han Ruyan pretended to gnaw at him again, but he pulled her firmly into his embrace.
"Now, now—wasn't this exactly what you asked for, Madam Han? Or have you forgotten all those bold declarations over the past two days?"
Fu Ye smirked, replaying every shameless line she had uttered.
"Lalala~ I said no such thing! Now that I can't even get up, how are you going to make it up to me?"
Seeing her play the rogue, Fu Ye decided to outdo her in sheer audacity.
"If you don't admit defeat, then do your worst! See if you can keep me from getting out of bed!"
He flawlessly reenacted her tone and expressions from before, turning her face scarlet.
Finally, she weakly pressed a hand to his lips.
"Enough! You jerk! Stop talking—it's too embarrassing!"
Seeing her surrender, Fu Ye knew his authority as a husband was now absolute. He would allow his wives to challenge him—but the price of defiance would be steep.
Just ask Han Ruyan, who couldn't even move.
"Mwah."
He kissed her lips, satisfied. No matter how many times he did it, he'd never grow tired.
"Ahh, you're such a bad man…"
Just then, the door creaked open—and there stood Liu Erlong, clad in fiery red.
Han Ruyan tensed, guilt flashing through her. After all, she had just stolen her best friend's husband…
"Sister Ruyan… how is my dear Brother Fu Ye?"
Liu Erlong's entire being radiated scorching intensity, like a queen of flames.
Han Ruyan couldn't meet her gaze.
But when Liu Erlong's eyes landed on Fu Ye, there was a glint of triumph.
"Now… it's my turn, dearest Brother Ye."
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