Good Brothers, Let Me Feel Your Legs

Cute girls were soft and sweet-smelling.

As someone with firsthand experience, An Zhen was more than qualified to say that.

Xiao Yutong's ice cream was rather fleshy and soft. Pressing it felt even more comfortable than the softest fabric. Moreover, because Huo Yutong had possessed poor talent in the past, she had worked harder than others and exercised frequently, so the muscles in her feet were quite springy.

Having them rubbed and massaged was an utter pleasure.

As for Wang Dong'er...

The stunning girl was a standard beautiful girl.

Every curve was a blend of youth and beauty. Those two scoops of ice cream were like exquisite works of art—one would fear dropping them when holding them in one's palms, and fear they would melt when held in one's mouth.

"An Zhen, do you know why Yutong came to school dressed as a boy?" The little cutie lying in An Zhen's arms had changed the way she addressed him as he requested. Her adorable cheeks were flushed red, while the soles of her white sock feet, now equipped with a different set of gear, were tickled.

"Generally speaking, there are three possibilities. First, a young lady's curiosity. Second, a male identity is more suitable for doing certain things. Third, disguising oneself to avoid certain people. Aside from changing one's species, changing one's gender is naturally the best disguise."

"Mm."

The girl raised her little head, the affection in her eyes nearly overflowing.

She wanted to tell him her secret.

"Actually, my enemy..."

It was more or less what An Zhen remembered.

That venomous woman, the Duchess White Tiger.

Afraid of being discovered, the cautious loli had dressed as a boy ever since leaving the Duke's residence.

"Cry if you want to cry. Xiao Yutong still has me. I'm Xiao Yutong's family."

"An Zhen..."

After comforting the little girl for a while and waiting for Huo Yutong's emotions to settle down...

"Xiao Yutong didn't tell Beibei and the others?"

"No." The loli gently shook her head. At the time, she had only said that she had an unspeakable reason.

"I see."

With a shift of thought, the white socks on her little feet vanished. A pair of white pantyhose, faintly revealing the flesh beneath, wrapped around Huo Yutong's slender legs. One finger traced a beautiful curve from her heel, moving toward her slim calf.

"Being careful with your disguise is a good thing, but Shrek Academy is still very safe."

According to the original plot...

Dai Huabin and his mother had originally regarded Huo Yutong and her mother as ants. While they were within reach, they constantly bullied them, building their happiness upon their suffering. Once those ants fled, they would not bother looking for them, because she simply did not care about Huo Yutong. In the original story, even after Huo Yuhao overwhelmingly crushed Dai Huabin, he still did not recognize that the person stepping on his head was the ant he had casually crushed in the past.

And when that hotheaded idiot Dai Huabin wanted to intercept and kill Huo Yuhao, those assassins had only acted outside the school.

"Alright, let's begin today's cultivation."

"Mm."

Huo Yutong was very curious. Wang Dong had said the Xuan Water Pill could raise one's innate Soul Power by one rank. Did that mean her cultivation speed had become faster now?

An Zhen's fingers reluctantly left that soft, sweet-smelling skin.

After all, there was a guest to properly entertain.

The boy and girl sat cross-legged on the bed and began meditating.

The next moment, an invisible barrier enveloped the two of them. A figure appeared beside Wang Dong'er, who looked like Sleeping Beauty.

That figure was naturally An Zhen.

And the one cultivating alongside Huo Yutong was also An Zhen.

Just like a clone.

Except there was only one consciousness.

Since An Zhen could use Tuo Yin to replicate multiple Ma Xiaotaos, he could naturally replicate multiple versions of himself as well.

And this clone had only one task: cultivation.

Then, he only needed to use the First Soul Skill, Reflection, to reflect this body's cultivation onto the original body.

How could cultivation be such an inconvenient thing?

Her long eyelashes trembled. A lively expression appeared upon her previously calm, gentle face, and a pair of dreamlike eyes slowly opened. The breathtaking girl looked utterly dazed.

"This is... An Zhen's dormitory?"

Seeing the same scene she had seen upon waking this morning, the girl froze for a moment before springing up in excitement.

Why was she here?

Originally, when she saw Huo Yutong begin meditating, she had started cultivating as well.

But now...

The girl's beautiful eyes spotted the person beside her.

"An Zhen!"

"Ah!"

Her two silk-clad feet instinctively retreated. She accidentally fell, her dress-covered bottom landing directly on the bed. Only then did Wang Dong notice that the clothes on her body were completely different from before. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, along with a pair of over-the-knee white silk stockings.

"What is going on?"

Her slender fingers gently stroked her cheek. Wang Dong realized that the disguise on her face was gone as well. And why did she have such smooth, long hair?

"You can treat this place as a dream, a dream controlled by me."

The boy sitting at the edge of the bed spoke slowly.

"So it really was you causing trouble!"

"I thought the young lady had figured it out herself."

"What do you want?" The girl shrank into the corner with a wary expression.

"You."

Wang Dong:?

After a long while, an alluring blush crawled from her snowy-white neck up to her cheeks.

"An Zhen, I misjudged you!"

Pointing at An Zhen with a fair finger, the girl loudly accused him:

"How can you do this to Yutong?!"

"You scumbag!"

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't make wild accusations without evidence." An Zhen looked helplessly at the embarrassed and furious girl. If anyone deserved an apology first, it should be Meng Hongchen.

"Then tell me, why am I here? And where did the clothes on me come from?"

With her arms crossed over her chest, misty moisture lingered in her dreamlike eyes, while a sour feeling welled up in her heart.

She had even felt sorry for him before and wanted to make it up to him. Now it seemed this guy had coveted her all along and had even changed her clothes. Wuwuwu, her innocence was gone.

"Is it possible that the body you have right now isn't actually your body?"

"Huh?!"

Her silent crying stopped. Her dreamlike eyes stared blankly at An Zhen.

"Snap!"

An Zhen snapped his fingers. A breathtaking figure appeared beside Wang Dong. With pink-blue hair and eyes, it was her—except it was her with short hair and dressed as a boy.

"More precisely, everything here, apart from your own will, belongs to me. I created all the people and things here."

"Snap!"

Another snap rang out.

Under the astonished gaze of those pink-blue eyes, the dress on her body transformed into a white short-sleeved shirt and white shorts, revealing her fair, powerful thighs. Her white sock feet stepped into a pair of sneakers, and the youthful girl radiated vitality.

"This is how your clothes were changed. As for why you appeared here, it's probably because you're special."

Like Huo Yutong, a Daughter of Destiny.

As the daughter of a God King—or rather, half of Tang Wutong—Wang Dong'er was undoubtedly special as well.

Put another way, she was beneficial to this world, so the Virtual World, which had already begun gradually unsealing its corresponding authority, had "swallowed" her inside.

"Of course I'm special!"

The girl in sportswear proudly raised her head, showing none of the appearance of someone who had been crying "wuwuwu" moments ago.

"So, you're saying only my consciousness came here, while my body is still on the bed in the dormitory?"

"Mm. That's why I said this is the world of dreams." An Zhen nodded gently. Unless he used Reflection, everything that happened here was as illusory as the moon in water and flowers in a mirror, apart from memories.

"Will it affect reality?" Wang Dong'er pressed.

"If I use my First Soul Skill, I can selectively turn things here into reality. Otherwise, it won't affect anything."

"So that's how you defeated that big turtle?"

"Mm."

The pretty girl leaned closer, looking like a curious child.

"Miss Wang, please maintain an appropriate distance. You should be faithful to your friend."

An Zhen silently took a step back.

"Of course I'm faithful to Yutong!" the flushed girl declared. "But why does this body feel exactly the same as mine?"

"A one-to-one replication. Even the internal organs are included."

"And you still say you weren't being a pervert." Wasn't that the same as seeing her naked? Her long, powerful legs stomped hard on the bed beneath her feet, as though she were treating it as someone and trampling them.

"No."

Wang Dong'er shook her little head, her dreamlike hair swaying gently.

"Send me back to reality, then let me beat you up properly. For Yutong's sake, I'll definitely leave you one breath."

Having cried just now, Wang Dong'er felt that she could no longer cry. She had clearly held some favorable feelings toward him because of what had happened before and thought he was a decent person. Yet now, even if it was not her actual body, it looked exactly like hers, and this guy had treated it like a doll.

An Zhen did not answer. Instead, he looked toward the Wang Dong beside him, who had no will of her own.

"Meditate and cultivate."

The short-haired girl sat cross-legged on the bed, Soul Power circulating through her body.

"If she cultivates in this world, once she leaves, I can use my First Soul Skill to reflect that cultivation onto the person corresponding to the projection." With his hands cupping his cheeks, the boy smiled at the astonished Wang Dong'er. "Alright, let me send Miss Wang out now. I'll come apologize properly later."

"Wait."

Her long, snow-white legs took a quick step forward. Her pink-blue eyes looked expectantly at the boy. "An Zhen, actually, I've always considered you a good friend."

Got her.

What did Wang Dong'er like?

She liked playing.

With Twin Martial Souls and the resources of the Clear Sky Sect, if she had put even a little effort into cultivation, there was no way she would only be at two rings at this age. Dai Huabin and Ning Tian were both at three rings. Wang Dong's talent and the treasures she usually enjoyed were far superior to theirs. Yet this girl did not like cultivating. Even a treasure like Whale Rubber, which improved one's physical condition, received nothing but the assessment of being so disgusting it made her want to vomit.

"So, my good friend, can you let me feel your thighs?"

His dark eyes fell upon that smooth, fair skin. For some reason, a phrase suddenly crossed his mind: Good brothers, let me feel your legs.