The next morning dawned bright and clear over Heaven Dou City. Inside the seemingly ordinary yet heavily guarded mansion of the Poison Douluo, an unexpected arrival caused a ripple of shock and terror.
Dugu Bo, the formidable Soul Douluo known for his potent poison, was enjoying a rare moment of peace in his courtyard, tending to his exotic plants. His middle-aged son, Dugu Xin, a Soul Sage himself, was assisting him.
Suddenly, a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a near imperceptible pressure, caused both men to freeze. They exchanged wide-eyed glances, their senses on high alert.
'What was that?' Dugu Bo thought, his green eyes scanning their surroundings. His poison sense, usually so acute, had detected nothing in advance.
Just then, two figures materialized seemingly out of thin air in the middle of the courtyard. One was a woman of breathtaking beauty, with long, rose-pink hair cascading down her back and piercing pink eyes that held an air of regal authority. The other was a young woman with equally stunning looks, possessing long, flowing golden hair and captivating purple eyes.
Dugu Bo's heart skipped a beat. He instantly recognized the woman with rose-pink hair. It was Her Majesty, Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall!
'The Pope herself?' Dugu Bo's mind reeled. 'What in the Spirit World is going on?' He was both terrified and relieved. He understood now why Song Qing had warned him about Tang Hao. If the Pope was here, it meant Song Qing had called for backup, and there was no safer ally to have in a confrontation with Tang Hao.
Dugu Xin, though equally startled, didn't recognize the woman beside the Pope. She possessed an ethereal beauty, but her presence was understated, her aura carefully concealed.
'Who is that with Her Majesty?' Dugu Xin wondered, his mind racing. He had never seen this woman before.
Fortunately, Song Qing had indeed forewarned Senior Dugu Bo about the arrival of his teacher. Recovering quickly from his initial shock, Dugu Bo bowed respectfully, his son following suit.
"Your Majesty, Pope Bibi Dong," Dugu Bo greeted, his voice tinged with a respectful awe. "This old one pays his respects."
"No need for such formalities, Senior Dugu Bo," Bibi Dong said, her voice surprisingly gentle, though her eyes held a sharp intelligence. She barely glanced at the Poison Douluo or his son, her attention already focused on finding her dear disciple.
She and Qian Renxue moved with an unspoken understanding, heading directly towards the inner chambers of the mansion, towards the room where Song Qing was currently residing.
Song Qing, who had been patiently waiting, felt their approach long before they reached his door. A gentle smile bloomed on his face as he saw his beloved teacher and his dear friend.
'They arrived even earlier than I anticipated,' he thought, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of them.
Bibi Dong's pace quickened as she reached Song Qing's chamber. The moment she saw her handsome disciple standing there, safe and sound, a wave of relief washed over her. Without hesitation, she enveloped him in a tight hug, her plump body pressing against his.
"Qing'er!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. "Thank the heavens you are alright! I was so worried when I received your message."
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue remained a step behind, her purple eyes fixed on Song Qing with an amused smile. Her gaze seemed to convey a silent message, a playful reminder of their intimate connection and a promise of private time later. 'You better make it up to me, Qing,' her eyes seemed to say.
Song Qing subtly nodded back, a faint smile touching his lips, careful not to let his teacher notice their silent exchange.
Bibi Dong finally released Song Qing, her hands resting on his shoulders, her pink eyes searching his face for any sign of injury. "Qing'er, you little rascal! Did you really do something to anger that hateful Tang Hao so much that he went completely crazy?"
Song Qing chuckled softly, nodding his head. "Perhaps a little, Teacher." He didn't divulge the specifics of his encounter with Tang Hao or the fact that he now possessed Ah Yin. Not yet. There would be time for explanations later. "But there is something else you need to be aware of, Teacher. Keep a close eye on the Shrek Academy."
"Shrek Academy?" Bibi Dong frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. The name was unfamiliar to her. The Spirit Hall had eyes and ears throughout the continent, but this particular academy had never registered on their radar.
"It's a small academy in the Heaven Dou Empire, near Suotuo City," Song Qing explained. "It's not particularly well-known, so it's no wonder you haven't heard of it. But I have a feeling that some interesting events might unfold there soon. I need you to send someone… discreet. Someone at the level of a bishop, a Soul Douluo with a soul power of at least level 85, preferably with an assassin-type spirit. They need to remain in the area, completely undetected, and report every single incident that occurs at that academy directly to me."
Bibi Dong's confusion lingered for a moment, but she trusted her disciple implicitly. If Qing'er believed it was important, then it was important. She nodded decisively. "I will send the command immediately, Qing'er."
Her expression softened, and she cupped his face in her hands, her pink eyes filled with concern. "How have you been these past two weeks, my dear Qing'er? Were you alright? Did you eat well?"
Song Qing leaned into her touch, a genuine warmth spreading through him. His interaction with his beautiful teacher was always comforting. He carefully skirted around the truth of his recent trip to Shrek Academy, instead focusing on his time in Heaven Dou City. "I've been fine, Teacher. But I must confess, I missed your cooking terribly. And the way you used to feed me… those were truly happy times." He lowered his voice to a whisper, a hint of longing in his tone.
Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, a fond smile gracing her lips. "Oh, my dear Qing'er," she murmured, her heart swelling with affection. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you are well taken care of now that I'm here." They continued to talk for quite some time, their conversation filled with warmth and mutual affection.
Eventually, Song Qing suggested that his teacher get some rest. "You must be tired from your journey, Teacher. There's a room prepared for you nearby. Please, get some rest and keep your soul power and aura concealed for now."
Bibi Dong nodded slowly, her gaze lingering on her beloved disciple. She didn't mind getting some rest. She would have ample time to spend with Qing'er in the days and weeks to come.
Qian Renxue was also shown to a room in the mansion, conveniently located quite close to Song Qing's own.
Once he had ensured his teacher was settled, Song Qing returned to his chamber. He had barely closed the door behind him when it creaked open again. Standing in the doorway, her golden hair shimmering in the soft light, was Qian Renxue.
"Renxue," Song Qing murmured softly, a smile touching his lips. "You're here already?" He wasn't truly surprised. He knew she would come. He just hadn't expected her to arrive quite so soon after settling in.
Qian Renxue pouted, her usually serene features displaying a touch of playful annoyance. She approached Song Qing with a graceful stride, her purple eyes playfully accusing. "Qing, you are truly too bad," she muttered, her voice low and seductive. "Even to get 'coaxed' and be fooled by you, I have to come myself."
Song Qing's cheeks flushed crimson as he heard Qian Renxue's playful yet pointed words. He stammered, trying to find the right response.
"Renxue… it's not… not like that at all," he managed to say, his verdant eyes darting around the room, avoiding her direct gaze. "I was just… giving you time to settle in. I was planning on visiting you in about an hour."
By the time he finished his somewhat flustered explanation, Qian Renxue had already gracefully moved to the edge of the bed, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder as she chuckled softly.
"Oh, Qing," she whispered seductively, her purple eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't apologize so quickly. Otherwise, your other little girlfriends, the ones you like so much, might just take advantage of your accommodating and kind nature."
She reached out, her slender fingers tracing a delicate pattern on his chest, right over his beating heart.
"You need to learn to take control, Qing," she continued, her voice a low murmur. "Only then will you be able to manage all the lovely girls you intend to keep in your… harem." Her lips curved into a knowing smile.
Song Qing's blush deepened, his ears burning at her teasing words. He swallowed hard, his gaze finally meeting hers, a hint of curiosity and nervousness in his verdant eyes.
"Should… should I do something like that to you too, then, Renxue?" he asked hesitantly, the question barely a whisper.
Qian Renxue's smile widened, her purple eyes sparkling with delight at his adorable question. "Naturally, Qing. That is precisely right."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a confidential tone. "Considering you have only been truly honest about your feelings with me, it is only natural that I am the one best suited to teach you how to handle a woman."
She paused, her gaze becoming more intense, a hint of something deeper flickering within her purple depths.
"Listen closely, Qing," she began, her hand now resting firmly on his chest, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "Sometimes, a woman needs to be… guided. Even when she says no, if she truly loves you and you do it with affection, it can actually be something she secretly desires."
Song Qing's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. 'Even when they say no?' he thought, a bit unsure.
Qian Renxue noticed his hesitation and her smile softened. "It's complicated, Qing. But trust me on this. You need to be assertive, confident. You need to… suppress her a little. Not in a cruel way, of course, but in a way that shows you are in control, that you desire her intensely."
She leaned even closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Use me as an example, Qing. Don't be afraid to be a little… forceful. Be true to those little sadistic urges I know you have. Be confident that I cannot resist you." Her voice was a seductive whisper, laced with a playful challenge.
Song Qing's heart began to race. His shyness warred with a growing excitement, a sense of daring sparked by Qian Renxue's bold words. 'Sadistic urges?' he thought, a strange thrill coursing through him.
Following her instructions, a newfound confidence began to bloom within him. He reached out, his hands gently framing Qian Renxue's delicate face. Her skin felt smooth and warm beneath his touch.
He leaned in, his gaze locking with hers, a newfound intensity in his verdant eyes. He didn't kiss her lips, remembering his unspoken vow about his first kiss, but he lowered his head, his mouth moving to the delicate curve of her neck.
He could feel the rapid pulse beneath her skin. He gently bit down, careful not to cause any real pain, just a teasing nip.
Qian Renxue gasped softly, a sensual moan escaping her lips. Her hands tightened on his arms, her body pressing closer to his.
"Yes, Qing," she whispered breathlessly, her voice thick with desire. "More… be more forceful. Love me even more."
He deepened the pressure slightly, his hands now moving from her face down to her waist, his fingers gently caressing the soft curve of her body. He could feel her elegant, perfect form pressed against his lean, muscular frame, the contact sending waves of heat through him. His hands then moved higher, his thumbs brushing against the perfectly sized mounds of her breasts, feeling the soft fabric of her inner robes.
Qian Renxue moaned again, her body arching slightly against his. She reached up, her hands tangling in his soft blue hair, pulling him closer.
After a few more moments of intense, unspoken communication through touch, Qian Renxue pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed, her purple eyes sparkling with a satisfied desire. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
"See, Qing?" she murmured, her voice still slightly breathless. "You did wonderfully. You have a natural talent for this."
She then shifted, her expression becoming more serious, though still with a playful glint in her eyes. "Now, let's talk about those rebellious lovers who don't always listen."
Song Qing's heart was still pounding, his mind reeling from the intensity of their interaction. He listened intently as Qian Renxue continued her… lessons.
"Sometimes, Qing," she explained, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "a little bit of physical persuasion can work wonders. As long as it's intimate, done with affection, it can actually strengthen the bond."
She paused, her gaze direct. "For instance, a playful smack on their buttocks… or even a more forceful, intimate moment… it can often lead to a very… positive result. At least, it always works with me." Her smile was mischievous.
"You mean… like a punishment?" Song Qing asked, his verdant eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.
Qian Renxue nodded, her golden hair swaying. "Exactly. A loving punishment. It reminds them who is in charge, and it can be… quite enjoyable for both parties involved."
She then turned, presenting her backside to him, her elegant figure outlined against the soft light of the room.
"Now," she said, her voice laced with playful anticipation, "why don't you practice on me, Qing? I'll even get in position for you." She bent slightly at the waist, her hands resting on her thighs, her gaze looking back at him over her shoulder, her purple eyes daring him. 'Come on, Qing,' her eyes seemed to say. 'Don't be shy.'
Song Qing stared at Qian Renxue's inviting posture, a wave of uncertainty washing over him. 'Does she really want me to do this?' he thought, his verdant eyes flickering with a hint of doubt. But Qian Renxue's confident stance and the playful challenge in her purple eyes seemed to urge him forward. He took a deep breath, deciding to trust her guidance.
He raised his hand, his palm feeling slightly sweaty. With a hesitant motion, he brought it down on Qian Renxue's rounded buttocks, the contact surprisingly firm yet soft.
"Is… is that alright?" Song Qing stammered, his cheeks flushing again.
Qian Renxue let out a soft gasp, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Not nearly strong enough, Qing," she instructed, her voice slightly breathless. "This is a punishment for a woman who has been… disobedient. You need to show her who is in control."
Taking another breath, Song Qing gathered a bit more courage. He raised his hand again and this time brought it down with more force.
Thwack!
The sound echoed softly in the room. Qian Renxue's body jolted slightly, and a small moan escaped her lips.
"Better," she purred, her head still turned, her purple eyes meeting his with a look of approval. "But still… you can do better, Qing. Don't be scared. As long as you do it with a little bit of affection, I will always find it… enjoyable. No matter how strongly you smack me."
Song Qing's initial shyness began to recede, replaced by a strange mix of nervousness and a burgeoning sense of… excitement. He looked at Qian Renxue's perfectly shaped buttocks, noticing how they trembled and jiggled with each impact. He found the sight strangely wondrous, a captivating display of feminine softness and resilience.
He raised his hand again, his gaze fixed on the target. This time, he didn't hesitate.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
With each resounding smack, Qian Renxue let out a more pronounced moan, her body swaying slightly. Her sounds seemed to embolden Song Qing, urging him to be less hesitant, to embrace the role she was guiding him into.
'She really likes this,' he thought, a sense of surprised understanding dawning on him.
He continued, his earlier awkwardness replaced by a more confident rhythm. The skin beneath his hand was growing warmer with each strike, and he could see a faint blush spreading across Qian Renxue's lower back and upper thighs.
After nearly a dozen firm smacks, Qian Renxue finally straightened up, a satisfied smile gracing her lips, though her cheeks were still flushed and a definite redness had appeared on her buttocks beneath her clothing.
"Perfect, Qing," she said, turning to face him, her purple eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of lingering desire. "You are a fast learner." She reached out and gently caressed his cheek. "Now, let's talk about handling the gentler types of women."
Song Qing's heart was still racing, but a sense of accomplishment filled him. He had done something he never imagined he would, and Qian Renxue seemed genuinely pleased. He listened intently as she continued her… lessons in intimacy.
"Not all women enjoy such… enthusiastic displays of affection right away, Qing," Qian Renxue explained, her voice softening. "There are those who prefer gentleness, tenderness. With them, you need to build trust and intimacy slowly, focusing on providing pleasure and making them feel cherished."
She paused, her gaze becoming thoughtful. "But even with them, Qing, you must maintain a sense of dominance. It doesn't have to be forceful or overt, but they need to know that you are in control, that you are the one leading the relationship."
"How do I do that… gently?" Song Qing asked, genuinely curious.
Qian Renxue smiled knowingly. "It's all in the way you touch them, the way you look at them, the confidence in your actions. You can be gentle in your touch, but your gaze should be possessive, letting them know they belong to you. You can whisper sweet nothings in their ear, but your tone should carry an underlying authority."
She reached out and took his hand, guiding it to her waist. "Feel here, Qing. Be gentle, but firm. Let your fingers explore the curves of my body, showing your desire without being rude. Then, perhaps, move your hand higher, to my breasts. Caress them softly, but with a possessive touch, as if you are claiming them as your own."
Song Qing followed her instructions, his touch initially hesitant but gradually becoming more confident under her guidance. He could feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
"Like this?" he murmured, his verdant eyes fixed on hers, seeking her approval.
Qian Renxue nodded, her purple eyes filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. "Yes, Qing. That's perfect. You are showing your affection, providing pleasure, but there is also a clear sense of ownership in your touch."
She then guided his hand further, showing him different ways to caress and touch a woman's body, explaining the nuances of each touch and the reactions it might elicit. She spoke of the importance of paying attention to their responses, of understanding their desires, and of always ensuring their pleasure.
"Remember, Qing," she emphasized, her voice soft but firm, "whether a woman prefers gentleness or a more forceful approach, the key is always affection. They need to feel loved and desired, even when you are asserting your dominance."
She spent a considerable amount of time guiding him, using herself as the willing subject of his practice. She showed him how to kiss gently, how to caress intimately, and how to whisper words of affection that would make a woman's heart flutter.
With each lesson, Song Qing's initial shyness continued to dissipate, replaced by a growing confidence and a more profound understanding of the complexities of female desire. He realized that there was an art to intimacy, a delicate balance between tenderness and assertiveness, between giving pleasure and asserting dominance.
By the time their lesson concluded, both Song Qing and Qian Renxue were flushed and breathless, a palpable tension lingering in the air between them. Qian Renxue smiled knowingly, her purple eyes filled with affection and a hint of mischief.
"You are learning quickly, Qing," she purred, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I have a feeling you will have no trouble managing your… harem… at all."