The Iceberg Catgirl's Late Night
The night was thick as ink, and water murmured gently along the shore of Azure Wave Lake on the outskirts of Suotuo City.
The clamor and farce on the training ground that day had died down. Over at Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang's anger had driven him to cough up blood and collapse, throwing the place into chaos, but the lakeside manor Lin Feng had casually bought was exceptionally peaceful.
Qian Renxue, exhausted in body and mind after Lin Feng had worn her out the previous night, had locked the door to the eastern room and retired early. Ning Rongrong had clung to Lin Feng all day and was now sleeping soundly on a cushioned couch in the side hall.
The carved casement window of the master bedroom stood slightly ajar, letting in a chilly evening breeze and a few willow leaves.
Without a sound, a shapely, slender figure in black flitted up from a weeping willow by the lake. Her toes tapped a raised edge of blue roof tile, and, light as a weightless wisp of down, she slipped through the half-open window. She landed without stirring a speck of dust.
Zhu Zhuqing reached behind her to fasten the window latch. She had changed into close-fitting black silk casual robes, their collar drawn together at her slender neck, and tied her long hair into a neat high ponytail. Her whole figure exuded the wildness and icy beauty unique to the Hell Spirit Cat.
"Instead of using the front door in the middle of the night, you've taken to climbing through windows like a gentleman of the rafters."
Lin Feng's calm voice came from behind the screen. The wick of the glass lamp flickered gently as he sat beside a rosewood table, studying a diagram of the underground betting markets at the Soto Great Soul Arena.
Zhu Zhuqing stood in the shadows. When her usually lifeless, icy eyes fell on Lin Feng, they quietly melted into pools of soft water.
During the day on Shrek's training ground, she had looked at Dai Mubai's jealous, hateful, and cowardly face, and the last shred of attachment she had felt to her family had long since crumbled to dust.
And after witnessing the absolute might with which Lin Feng had trampled the so-called Grandmaster into the mud with a mere gesture, the girl who had struggled for over ten years under the Star Luo Imperial Family's deadly pursuit felt only deep submission and attachment toward the man before her.
She strode toward the screen on her long, jade-like legs, each step silent.
When she reached Lin Feng's side, Zhu Zhuqing said nothing. She simply knelt obediently and reached out with hands that were cool but soft, then began kneading his calves with painfully unpracticed movements.
"Dai Mubai kept staring at you from the sidelines today. Don't you have anything to say?" Lin Feng set down the diagram and reached out to take her delicate chin, his fingertips brushing her fair, smooth cheek.
Zhu Zhuqing trembled slightly but did not pull away. "Dai Mubai is already dead. When he abandoned me on the road while we were fleeing in the Star Luo Empire and ran off to Barak to indulge in wine and women, he became a dead man. Seeing him in such a sorry state on the training ground today, I felt nothing but disgust. My life and my body both belong to Master."
As she spoke the last two sentences, burning heat rose to her normally icy face, and her breathing fell out of rhythm.
"Since you've given me both your body and your heart, why were you still wearing that cold look today, as if you wanted to keep everyone a thousand miles away?" Lin Feng chuckled and exerted a little strength with his arm, pulling the voluptuous Hell Spirit Cat straight into his embrace.
Zhu Zhuqing gave a startled cry and fell onto Lin Feng's lap, her soft, rounded bottom pressing tightly against his robes. The instinctive sensitivity granted by her Nether Civet Martial Soul let her clearly sense the blazing, pure yang presence about him. The memory of that night on the red waterbed at the Rose Hotel, of surrendering herself until dawn and its bone-melting sensations, flooded back at once. Her limbs turned weak, and she instinctively reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.
Paimon, slow the clock, Lin Feng instructed inwardly.
In his sea of consciousness, Paimon, who was holding half a chilled honeydew melon and eating heartily, gave a muffled reply. She turned her little hand in the air, and the authority over time unique to a companion Martial Soul abruptly flowed forth.
With a soft rip, Lin Feng casually flicked open the ties of Zhu Zhuqing's silk outer robe. The thin garment slid down her rounded, fair shoulders, revealing a close-fitting black chest wrap and a slender, flat, taut waist.
The girl had trained in agility-based combat techniques for years. There was not a trace of excess flesh on her lower abdomen; her abdominal lines were clear and graceful, and every inch of her flesh held astonishing elasticity and resilience.
Lin Feng wrapped an arm around her supple waist and lowered his head to kiss her cool, soft lips. His fierce, powerful breath drove straight in, utterly conquering the girl's feeble barrier of teeth.
Lin Feng's hand slid slowly down the girl's taut back. Stirred by her arousal, her Nether Civet Martial Soul manifested: two furry black cat ears quietly rose from her head, and below her tailbone, a slender black tail of light slowly took shape.
It was the vital weak point at the source of her Nether Civet Martial Soul. Normally, even a breeze brushing against it would make her shudder, let alone someone gripping it directly.
The instant Lin Feng's broad, lightly callused hand closed precisely around the point where the tail of light met her tailbone, Zhu Zhuqing arched like a drawn bow, and a delicate moan, almost a sob, escaped from deep in her throat:
Tiny golden-purple currents of electricity, like countless soft, warm needles, pierced her tailbone and coursed through the meridians and acupoints throughout Zhu Zhuqing's level-twenty-seven body. The hidden injuries and blockages in her meridians, accumulated over years of fleeing on the brink of life and death, were cleansed bit by bit under the wash of pure Electro and the guidance of Lin Feng's powerful Soul Power.
Pain and ecstasy stretched on without end within the long-lasting time barrier. Zhu Zhuqing lay against Lin Feng's shoulder and began pressing her full, firm body tightly against him of her own accord. Like a stray cat that had finally found its only source of fire on a freezing night, she had tasted the marrow and knew its flavor, and she sought every bit of tenderness with near-mad desperation.
The brocade quilt rolled in waves, and the gauze curtains swayed gently. Outside, only the few breaths it took for the night breeze to brush past the old tree in the courtyard had passed, but deep within the pale golden barrier, the two bodies had been entwined for who knew how long.
As the firefly-like currents of Electro completed their seventy-second cycle through her tailbone and the meridians at her vital point, Zhu Zhuqing's entire body abruptly went taut. With an utterly seductive low moan, the barrier that had blocked her for months shattered with a crash!
Hum!
Two bright Yellow Soul Rings rose and spiraled around her from beneath her feet. Her profound Nether Qi grew ever more condensed and pure, and her Soul Power, which had been stuck at level twenty-seven, surged like a river bursting through a dam, sweeping everything before it as it naturally and steadily crossed into level twenty-eight! Not only had her Soul Power broken through, but after her body was tempered by Electro, a lustrous glow also faintly flowed over her jade-white skin. She was radiant, and every glance brimmed with the allure and temptation of a mature woman.
The moment the time barrier dissipated, the moon was still hanging above the treetops outside the window, having moved only an inch.
Zhu Zhuqing lay in Lin Feng's arms, her fragrant sweat soaking her long black hair, its ends clinging to either side of her flushed cheeks. She narrowed her eyes lazily, savoring the full, vigorous level-twenty-eight Soul Power within her. Wrapping her arms tightly around Lin Feng's neck, she pressed her cheek to his chest, her voice husky and soft after their lovemaking:
"Master... I've broken through to level twenty-eight."
Lin Feng rubbed the pair of black cat ears gradually fading from her head and said calmly, "Level twenty-eight is only the beginning. Dai Mubai relies on his so-called Star Luo Imperial Family bloodline, but before you, he's nothing more than a clown hopping about. In a few days, I'll take you to the Soto Great Soul Arena. Use your own claws to tear his dignity to shreds."
Hearing "Soto Great Soul Arena" and "tear Dai Mubai to shreds with your own hands," Zhu Zhuqing's long lashes trembled, and bloodthirsty fighting intent and a dependence that ran to her bones flashed in her eyes.
She lifted her deeply flushed face, offered him a burning kiss of her own accord, and rubbed gently against his Adam's apple like a kitten.
"Zhuqing's life is yours to command, Master."