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The small building was indeed nice. The furniture was complete, and it was cleaned thoroughly. Zhu Zhuqing chose a south-facing room; opening the window allowed her to see the academy's training grounds.
She finished packing her things and sat by the bed in a daze. After a whole day, the amount of information was too much—the scale of the academy, the strength of those students, the unfathomableness of Meng Shenji, and Xiao Wu's unsettling way of fighting.
"Sister Zhuqing~"
Xiao Wu pushed the door open and entered, carrying a plate of fruit. She had already changed into loose pajamas—pink silk, with the neckline cut a bit low.
"Teacher wants you to go to the first-floor study." Xiao Wu placed the fruit plate on the table. "He says he needs to check your cultivation progress over the past half month."
Zhu Zhuqing's heart skipped a beat.
"Now?"
"Mhm." Xiao Wu blinked. "Go quickly, don't keep Teacher waiting."
Zhu Zhuqing stood up, straightened her clothes, and went downstairs.
The study was at the very back of the first floor, and the door was slightly ajar. She knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Mo Bai was sitting behind the desk, holding a thick illustrated guide to soul beasts. A lamp was lit in the room, and the warm yellow light softened his silhouette a bit.
"Close the door," he said.
Zhu Zhuqing did as told.
"Come here."
She walked to the desk.
"Give me your hand."
Zhu Zhuqing reached out. Mo Bai grasped her wrist, his finger resting on her pulse point. A warm soul power probed in, traveling along her meridians.
"The soul power circulation speed is forty percent faster than half a month ago," Mo Bai said. "Those nodes have already become a habit. Not bad."
He released her hand, but Zhu Zhuqing did not withdraw it. Her wrist still held the lingering sensation of his touch—dry, cool, and powerful.
"During the battle, you used seventy percent of your strength." Mo Bai looked up at her. "Why didn't you use your full strength?"
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips: "...It wasn't necessary."
"It wasn't that it wasn't necessary." Mo Bai stood up, walked around the desk, and stood before her. "It's that you were afraid."
He was a head taller than her, and his approach brought a sense of pressure. Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously backed up until her back pressed against the bookshelf.
"Afraid of what?" Mo Bai asked, his voice very soft. "Afraid that people would see that your body is already different?"
Zhu Zhuqing's breathing hitched.
"You heard it that night." Mo Bai continued, his finger lifting her chin. "How Xiao Wu became stronger. You want to become stronger too, right?"
"...Yes."
"Then don't be afraid." Mo Bai's finger slid from her chin to the side of her neck, stopping on that pulsing vein. "Pain, shame, pleasure—these are all power. You must learn to utilize them."
His fingertips were very cool. Zhu Zhuqing could feel her pulse racing under his hand.
"Did you understand Xiao Wu's battle today?" Mo Bai asked.
"...Her soul skills are very strange."
"It's not strange; it's 'single-minded'." Mo Bai said. "Every one of her soul rings, every one of her soul skills, serves a single purpose. Therefore, her combat strength looks eerie, but its efficiency is extremely high."
"What purpose?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, though she already had the answer in her heart.
Mo Bai did not answer, just looked at her. His eyes under the lamp were like a deep pool, bottomless.
Then, he leaned down and kissed her.
Zhu Zhuqing's mind went blank.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was an aggressive kiss with a clear sense of possession. His tongue pried open her teeth, entering, stirring, and sucking. She tasted a faint tea flavor, and a trace of... the smell of blood? His large hand immediately cupped one of her enlarged, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft, full flesh firmly through her clothes, his fingers sinking deep into the supple mound and rolling her stiffening nipple.
She wanted to push him away, but her hand froze halfway. A strange warm current surged from deep within her body, racing madly along those paths Mo Bai had guided. Soul power was boiling, and every cell was screaming.
Mo Bai's hand slid to her waist, lifted the hem of her shirt, and reached inside. His palm pressed against the skin of her waist—exactly on one of the nodes he had "taught" her half a month ago. At the same time, his other hand continued kneading her big, firm breasts, pinching and tugging the sensitive nipple until it throbbed with pain and pleasure.
Zhu Zhuqing shuddered all over, and her legs grew weak.
Mo Bai put his arm around her waist and pressed her against the bookshelf. The kiss moved from her lips to the side of her neck, his teeth lightly nibbling that fragile blood vessel. His hand kneaded the side of her waist with great force, almost enough to leave a bruise, while his fingers on her breast twisted harder, sending sharp sparks straight to her core.
"It hurts..." Zhu Zhuqing said, gasping for air.
"Remember this pain," Mo Bai whispered in her ear. "Remember its relationship with the flow of soul power."
His other hand went down, entering her waistband. Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened, and she wanted to squeeze her legs together, but Mo Bai's knee had already pushed inside. His fingers found her already dripping slit, parting her swollen folds and sliding two thick digits deep into her tight, hot passage in one smooth thrust.
"Relax," he said, his finger covering that most sensitive place. He began thrusting his fingers roughly, curling them to rub against her inner walls and that special node inside her, while his thumb pressed and circled her swollen clit with merciless precision.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a short whimper. It was already soaked there—she hadn't even realized it herself. A sense of shame surged up like a tide, but even more surging was a strange pleasure that nearly drowned her reason. Her big breasts heaved violently with each gasp, nipples rock-hard and aching.
Mo Bai's finger moved. It wasn't a caress, but a rhythmic pressing and rubbing, accurately stimulating a certain point every time. Zhu Zhuqing's soul power went completely out of control, racing through her body before being forcibly guided back to the correct path by those "nodes." Her inner walls clenched and sucked greedily around his invading fingers, juices coating his hand and dripping down her thighs with wet, obscene sounds.
"Ah... stop, stop..." She grabbed Mo Bai's shoulders, her nails sinking into the fabric.
"It can't stop." Mo Bai said, his voice held a cruel calm. "Your body has already remembered this road. Now, it only goes forward."
His fingers quickened their pace, plunging deeper and faster, scissoring inside her sopping pussy while his palm ground against her clit. Zhu Zhuqing felt her consciousness drifting away. She saw light, saw colors, and saw countless shattered images—the cold faces in her family, the disappearing short sword in the forest, the sobbing-like sounds of Xiao Wu in the tent...
Then, everything exploded.