With that thought, Saeko Busujima stopped resisting—after all, there was no escaping now. She casually pulled out the phone Nangong Yun had given her yesterday and opened a chat group titled "Crystal Palace."
At the moment, the group had only four members: Nangong Yun, Rika Minami, Shizuka Marikawa, and Saeko Busujima—all women who had been claimed by Wu Tong.
Seeing that the other two were online, Saeko typed a message and sent it to the group.
Then, she turned off her phone and met Wu Tong's lustful gaze head-on, gradually stepping closer to him.
...
Meanwhile.
"Huh? Yun-jie, Saeko just sent a message in the group."
Rika Minami, dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit, was tidying up the third-floor room with Nangong Yun. This was the room the three of them had chosen to live in from now on.
Hearing Rika's words, Nangong Yun, who was helping organize the room, replied with a peculiar expression, "Rika-jie, I've told you so many times—I'm younger than you. Just call me Yun'er or Xiao Yun."
"Ahaha, sorry about that, Yun'er. Your aura is just so strong—it always feels like you're the older one. I can't help but call you 'jie'," Rika laughed awkwardly.
"…Sigh."
"By the way, Rika-jie, what did Saeko say?"
Nangong Yun let out a sigh but didn't dwell on Rika's words, instead asking about Saeko's message.
"Let me check."
Seeing that Nangong Yun didn't mind, Rika relaxed and turned her attention to her phone.
But the moment she read the message, her face paled.
The message was a detailed distress signal from Saeko:
[Saeko Busujima: Hubby's back. You two, come up and help ASAP. We'll hold out as long as we can.]
Damn it, that tireless bull was back. Would her poor field be plowed to ruin?
And her injuries hadn't even fully healed yet!
"What's wrong?"
Noticing Rika's drastic change in expression, Nangong Yun couldn't help but ask. Her own phone wasn't with her—she'd left it in her room—so she had no idea what Saeko had sent.
"Yun'er, see for yourself."
With a bitter smile, Rika turned her phone screen toward Nangong Yun.
The moment Nangong Yun saw the message, her face flushed crimson.
That bastard Young Master—the moment he returned, he was already thinking about that!
After reading the message, the two women fell into an awkward silence, unsure of what to say.
After a while, Nangong Yun finally spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
"…Then, let's go."
"…Yeah."
Rika didn't refuse either. Deep down, both of them were somewhat looking forward to it.
After all, one was a woman in her thirties—a wolf in her prime—while the other was a young mistress who had just tasted the pleasures of the flesh and couldn't get enough.
Their hesitation stemmed purely from concerns about their physical limits.
But this time, with their sisters' help, they might just stand a chance.
With that thought, their footsteps quickened.
Soon, Rika and Nangong Yun arrived at the top floor of the treehouse—the tenth level.
Wu Tong's private quarters.
As they reached the door, their steps faltered.
The sounds of passionate entanglement coming from inside made their faces burn as red as the evening sunset, intoxicating in their intensity.
After a moment of silence, Rika and Nangong Yun exchanged glances and slowly stepped inside.
"Young Master…"
"Wu Tong…"
Before they could finish speaking, they were swept off their feet and pulled into the room.
With two startled cries, they joined the battlefield.
——
While Wu Tong was lost in the embrace of his lovers, someone at Shrek Academy was also unable to sleep.
After being spared by Wu Tong, the shaken Shrek group had helped Oscar absorb the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Snake's spirit ring before immediately rushing back.
Pushing themselves to the limit, they had finally returned to Shrek Academy just as night fell.
Now, in the dead of night, exhaustion and lingering fear had lulled the others to sleep.
But deep in the forest behind Shrek Academy, one person was still training relentlessly.
Under the bright moon, a graceful figure clad in violet darted through the woods.
Her movements defied physics, carving sharp arcs in the air as she weaved between the trees with ethereal agility.
In her wake, nearly a hundred massive trees—each so thick it would take three people to encircle them—exploded one after another.
The trees were shredded into countless fragments by fleeting flashes of purple light, vanishing like morning mist.
"—Hah!"
Zhu Zhuqing, mid-leap, let out a sharp cry as the three spirit rings around her flared brilliantly.
Her third spirit ring ignited, summoning a swarm of shadowy clones that lunged at the scattered tree stumps in less than half a second.
Then, her first and second spirit rings lit up in succession. The combined abilities of Nether Shadow Clone and Nether Thrust turned the training ground into a dazzling meteor shower of violet streaks.
As Zhu Zhuqing landed, a series of piercing explosions erupted, shaking the air with their force.
Now that she had stopped moving, her attire became fully visible.
She still wore the same form-fitting combat suit from Star Dou Great Forest—black and gray with violet accents. The sheer size of her ample bosom strained against the armor, threatening to burst free, while the corset-like waist cincher accentuated their voluptuous curves.
Her rapid breaths made them sway slightly, a stark contrast to the icy, battle-ready aura she exuded.
Her cold, beautiful face and youthful features clashed with the overwhelming combat presence, creating a breathtaking scene under the moonlight.
"…"
"Still not enough. I need to get stronger."
Zhu Zhuqing surveyed the devastated forest but felt no satisfaction from the destruction.
Instead, it only reminded her of her helplessness against Wu Tong that afternoon.
The frustration of being powerless to protect her friends gnawed at her heart, keeping the Nether Spirit Cat awake through the night.
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