Double the Joy

A perfect, happy ending.

"Great."

An Zhen held up two exquisite feet, each with its own charm—one bare, with fair, tender skin as smooth and delicate as a fine work of art; the other sheathed in black silk, its perfect arch and firm, supple sole soft to the touch, full of elasticity from its owner's frequent exercise.

"Pervert!"

The Red Dragon Girl's face was full of disgust.

"An Zhen."

The Golden-Haired Young Miss's cheeks flushed crimson.

She had heard that some men couldn't keep their hands off their girlfriends once they started dating. When she extended the invitation, she had already prepared herself—as long as it stayed within bounds, she would let An Zhen kiss and hold her. But... she never expected it to come to this.

"I have my reasons."

An Zhen brought up his shield... his reasons.

The erosion of the World Martial Soul...

"I see."

The blush on Ning Tian's face faded a little.

"Sorry."

Wu Feng felt a pang of guilt and silently lifted her other silk-clad foot, placing it in An Zhen's arms.

"It's nothing. I can handle it on my own usually."

With someone else's help.

Ning Tian recalled the family's education on this kind of knowledge.

Big families took such matters quite seriously.

Her fair, slender bare foot pressed against An Zhen's chest and slid downward, the girl's face flushing once more. "Since I'm An Zhen's girlfriend now..."

Some traditional family teachings made Ning Tian feel she should take on her partner's needs in this regard—of course, within the boundaries.

"Miss!"

How could Wu Feng let her young lady do such a thing? She quickly pulled one silk-clad foot back from An Zhen's arms. No matter what, she would stand by her lady.

Class ended.

An Zhen opened his eyes with a pleased expression.

Two beautiful girls together.

Though inexperienced, their cooperation was surprisingly smooth.

Double the joy!

"An Zhen."

Ning Tian opened her eyes, her azure gaze still holding lingering shyness.

"So dirty."

Wu Feng's eyes were full of disdain.

"Yeah."

An Zhen didn't care. She could sneer all she wanted—he had to admit, it was amazing.

"An Zhen, want to go eat together?"

"Sure."

An Zhen had already told Wang Dong and Huo Yutong in the Virtual World that he had plans tonight.

A manual on becoming a time management master.

Nine Treasures Pavilion.

His second time here.

But his status was different now.

He was being kept by a young lady.

"Oh, right."

Ning Tian suddenly remembered something. "An Zhen mentioned before that he wanted to order women's clothing."

The Red Dragon Girl, who was busy eating, instantly sharpened her gaze, staring at the boy across from her.

"Yeah. It's a gift for Senior Sister."

It looked like he'd have to let Senior Sister order her own clothes after all.

"I see."

"Womanizer!"

The black-stockinged foot in sneakers kicked An Zhen under the table.

"Oh?"

An Zhen glanced at Wu Feng across from him, then set down his bowl and chopsticks.

"You... what are you trying to do."

Wu Feng was on guard.

The handsome young man turned and pulled the Golden-Haired Young Miss into his arms.

"Ah!"

The bashful girl felt her chin lifted, her rosy cherry lips pried open, as the boy took relentlessly.

"!"

Wu Feng's eyes went wide.

She stomped her foot in frustration, but could do nothing.

After a long moment, a limp Ning Tian lay in An Zhen's arms. Holding the soft body close, An Zhen said with a smile, "Wu Feng, this was Ning Tian's first kiss in reality, you know~"

"Bastard!"

Wu Feng, fierce as a cub, offered up her first kiss.

Soft, with a flavor all its own.

With two utterly different beauties seated in his lap, An Zhen finished dinner in high spirits.

Back to the dorm.

The gentle older sister had already made the bed, changed into white socks and a sheer nightgown. After a bout of passion, they began their evening cultivation.

Cuddling with Wang Dong'er.

Days slipped by.

Cultivation during the day.

Cuddling with the beauties in the Virtual World.

Mornings with Yutong and Wang Dong, the three of them eating lunch in the cafeteria. Afternoons with Wu Feng and Ning Tian, dinner out in the evening.

The three-way relationship hadn't been exposed.

Wu Feng felt they couldn't let it be known that three of them were dating—the young master might face strange looks. She suggested publicly announcing only that Ning Tian and An Zhen were together.

But Ning Tian thought that was unfair to Wu Feng.

Neither could convince the other.

So it ended up like this.

Which gave a certain scumbag some breathing room.

After dinner, before cultivation, it was Zhang Lexuan's time.

Once tasted, never forgotten.

Cheongsam, formal gown, long home dress, apron...

The shy older sister always perfectly followed An Zhen's requests every time. It was hard to imagine this gentle, flawless wife was the youngest Soul Douluo in three thousand years of Shrek Academy.

An Zhen admitted it—he was truly addicted to that soft feeling every night.

Freshman assessment.

Three per group.

A total of three hundred eleven groups among the first-year freshmen. In the end, half would remain—one hundred fifty groups—at Shrek Academy.

The next day.

"Newbie Class Nine, An Zhen, thirty-second level Support System Soul Elder."

"Newbie Class Nine, Ning Tian, thirty-second level Support System Soul Elder."

"Newbie Class Nine, Wu Feng, twenty-seventh level Assault System Soul Grand Master."

"Wait!"

The yellow-haired man across from An Zhen raised his hand.

"Teacher, I have an objection!"

"What?" The speaker was a female teacher in her late twenties.

Yellow Hair pointed at An Zhen in the middle of the trio. "He's not a Support System."

The one who had caused the freshmen to burn out, who had consecutively defeated the Outer Court Twin Stars—even students with little social interaction had already taken notice of this star as dazzling as the great sun.

An Zhen tilted his head.

A golden spirit ring lit up, and a seven-story miniature pagoda—exquisite, translucent, and breathtakingly beautiful—appeared in the young man's hand.

Yellow Hair: ...

"No matter what system he claims to be, they are all your opponents." The female teacher frowned slightly.

"Then I concede."

The female teacher nodded lightly, as if she had expected this.

The name Holy Light Dragon had already spread throughout the academy. She didn't think the three opponents, with a maximum of only Level 23, had any chance of winning—just like the previous matches. Better to conserve strength for the upcoming resurrection round.

That night, lying in the arms of the black-stockinged older sister, An Zhen entered the Virtual World.

Who Wakes First from the Great Dream was still in its second stage, but according to An Zhen's estimate, he should reach the final Dream Awakening level by the end of this semester at the latest.

"Yutong is already at Level Nineteen, huh."

Pulling the blue-haired little cutie into his arms, An Zhen gently rubbed against the girl's cheek.

"It's all thanks to An Zhen-gege."

Huo Yutong's cheeks flushed crimson as she dumbly let him be affectionate.

"Heh, I'm already at Level Twenty-Nine, you know."

Wang Dong proudly lifted her chin.

An Zhen reached out and ruffled the girl's head, earning him a fierce, baby-tiger glare from Wang Dong.

With Twin Martial Souls and the various treasures Wang Dong had eaten as a child, her talent—excluding An Zhen's soul power aptitude—was the strongest among the three. But she simply hated training. Two months of idling at night, plus nearly two-thirds of each day idling in cultivation over the past month, along with the Soul Ascension Pill, had brought her within a hair's breadth of Level Twenty-Nine.

"By the way." The blue-haired loli tilted her head up to look at An Zhen. "An Zhen-gege, Wang Dong and I want to try a Martial Soul Fusion Skill."