Confession, a Young Girl's Feelings

"So that's how it was."

Huo Yutong nodded thoughtfully.

So the other party had not done it on purpose, but had such hardships behind it.

"Even the academy can't treat it?"

Huo Yutong looked at the tall beauty with some sympathy.

"Either an ultimate martial soul suppresses it, or she takes immortal herbs like her ancestor did."

As she watched An Zhen explain the whole matter, Wang Dong suddenly sensed that something was off.

That cool yet seductive face, those plump, peach-like full buttocks, those long black-stockinged legs.

Even though she was not a man, Wang Dong knew that men would definitely like this type. And with An Zhen's lecherous nature, now that he could make NPC dolls move, could he possibly do some bad things to her?

The girl lowered her head and looked at her own thin slip dress, as well as the hem that barely covered half her thighs.

She was sure of it. This guy would definitely do that kind of bad thing.

Although he basically spent every evening with them, there were plenty of things he could do during the day. She had heard that Class Nine had a class monitor who looked like he was sleeping in class, but was actually studying and cultivating at the same time.

"Mm."

Wang Dong suddenly felt as though her head had become much heavier, as if something had been added to it.

Her pale little hand instinctively found the right spot and gently settled on the boy's waist. She found a piece of soft flesh, then twisted it seven hundred and twenty degrees.

"All right."

Gently stroking the Loli's little head, An Zhen said, "You only took a Xuan Water Pill recently. Wait another five or six days, then take another one. After its effects have been fully absorbed, take that Soul Ascension Pill."

"Mm-hm."

The girl, her cheeks flushed red, suddenly jumped up and wrapped her arms around An Zhen's neck. Her jelly-soft, sweet cherry lips lightly sucked at the boy's cheek before she quickly ran away.

"I... I'm going to practice the Tang Sect's secret arts."

"She's so cute."

The blue-haired Loli's retreating figure was reflected in An Zhen's smiling black eyes as his fingers gently rubbed the moisture on his cheek.

The boy turned to look at Wang Dong'er beside him, watching the exquisite Beautiful Girl with a smile at the corner of his lips. "Tired from twisting? Want to take a break?"

Nothing in the Virtual World could be hidden from An Zhen, and Wang Dong's little movements were naturally no exception.

"In this world, even if you tore me apart with five horses, as long as I didn't want to feel it, there wouldn't be any pain at all."

With a thought—

Pink ribbons descended from the air and wrapped directly around Wang Dong'er's body. Her fair skin was cinched tight, putting her immature, delicate body fully on display in a perfect Kimbaku.

"How about it? Even the ribbons are pink, full of a maiden's heart."

An Zhen toyed with a small round ball between his fingers, smiling at the girl hanging in midair.

"Y-you... what are you trying to do?!"

Looking at the little ball in An Zhen's hand and her own terribly compromising position, Wang Dong'er suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Nothing."

In the Virtual World, An Zhen could currently only choose between two modes for bodily sensations: feeling them or not feeling them. It lacked many different kinds of fun. He wondered which soul ring in the future would let him gain complete control over the people in the Virtual World—for example, turning any sensation into... Ahem. For example, mastering everything about a person: memories, abilities...

"Is Wang Dong only angry because she thinks I did something to Ma Xiaotao's NPC?"

"What you do has nothing to do with me!"

With a huff, the girl turned her little head away.

"I did."

The boy suddenly spoke as he looked at the jealous Wang Dong'er.

"Things between a man and a woman. And we played even wilder than what was written in some of the books sold outside."

What was done was done. There was no need to hide it.

"..."

Wang Dong'er only felt as though something had exploded in her heart. An inexplicable sourness welled up within her, and everything before her eyes became increasingly blurry.

She had finally found someone she liked.

They had only just begun.

So why had it turned out like this?

"Do you want to hear an explanation?"

An Zhen played with the soft pink foot dangling in the air.

"Speak!"

A hoarse voice rang out.

An Zhen lowered the girl hanging in the air and gently drew her into his arms. Her fair little face was filled with sorrow, and large crystalline tears slid from her eyes. She looked so heartbreakingly sad that one could not help wishing to cut the bastard who had made her cry into a thousand pieces.

"Evil Fire was the backlash caused by the flaw in Ma Xiaotao's martial soul. Wang Dong, my martial soul has backlash too."

"?" Wang Dong'er froze, staring at him with somewhat vacant eyes.

He lowered his head. From her eyes to her nose to her lips, the moist sensation and the scent of the opposite sex enveloped Wang Dong'er's senses.

An Zhen slowly explained how his martial soul had stripped away his emotions.

"An old man once said something that I think makes a lot of sense: everything in this world comes at a price."

"Is my martial soul powerful? Very powerful. It can replace the falsehood of the dream world with reality, and directly copy other people's martial souls and soul skills. But such power comes at a price."

"So, if you don't resist it, you'll lose your emotions?" Her pinkish-blue eyes reflected the boy's face.

"Without any emotions, I'd be like a lifeless machine, knowing neither sorrow nor joy."

"I don't want to become like that. That wouldn't be the me I am now."

So An Zhen chose to follow the desires in his heart.

Of course, he could have chosen other emotions to strengthen himself. For instance, deeply loving someone—love could also offset the erosion of the world.

But An Zhen felt that he was a selfish person. He could not give up his life for someone, nor could he love someone to the point of madness. As for anything else, he had never been a noble person. Apart from these abilities, he was just an ordinary person.

Her delicate lips parted slightly, and Wang Dong'er chose to believe An Zhen. First, because she wanted to believe him. Second, because what he said truly made sense—his martial soul really was powerful.

"I swear, if I'm lying to you, then I—"

"Don't."

A small, fair hand hurriedly covered An Zhen's mouth. "I believe you!"

"Don't swear carelessly."

The girl scolded him with feigned anger.

"Are you still angry?"

An Zhen tightly hugged his girl. "If you're angry, then hit me. I've opened up my sense of feeling."

"Hmph."

The charming girl with pinkish-blue hair gave a cold snort, then held out her hand.

"Mm."

A strange sensation entered An Zhen's mind, but it was not pain.

"Y-you go find that Ma Xiaotao and do it." Her fair, slender legs moving quickly, Wang Dong'er fled in a fluster. She needed to wash her hands and feet, and change her clothes.

"Cute."

A somewhat tsundere but kind-hearted little girl.

She cared for Huo Yutong because of her weakness and resolute personality.

And because of his needs, she wronged herself.

"It will always be this way."

So said the youth.

He only needed to get rid of a certain transmigrator in the future.

Who was Tang Wutong?

He didn't know her. His girlfriend was Wang Dong'er.