Douluo: The Venom System is Awesome

Mu Junyu watched the dazed, alluring expression on Bibi Dong, a flash of cunning in his eyes. He feigned innocence as the Heart-Eroding Venom quietly crept up once more, this time enveloping Bibi Dong entirely.

"Teacher looks so tired." His voice was soft and sweet, yet his movements grew increasingly skillful.

"Let your disciple help you again~"

"Wait... mm... ah..."

Before Bibi Dong could speak, the venom had already precisely located her most sensitive acupoints, gently kneading them.

That familiar, tingling numbness swept through her entire body, causing her to curl her toes involuntarily.

Mu Junyu manipulated the venom while whispering the most provocative words in the most innocent tone.

"Teacher clearly loves this; every time I massage you like this, your body becomes so warm~"

Bibi Dong glared at him in shame and anger, yet she could not refute him.

Indeed, this unprecedented pleasure was something she found difficult to resist.

What made her even more mortified was that her own body was responding so honestly to everything her disciple did.

"I love Teacher the most~"

Mu Junyu suddenly leaned in close, whispering into Bibi Dong's ear.

"How about I make Teacher feel this good every day from now on?"

The tips of Bibi Dong's ears turned a deep, blood-red.

She wanted to scold this audacious disciple, yet she craved the feeling of being so meticulously cared for.

In the end, she could only bite her lip and turn her head away, tacitly allowing Mu Junyu's insolence.

[Bibi Dong status update: Mountain Development: 20%.]

Mu Junyu pushed his luck, the venom transforming into countless tiny tentacles that simultaneously stimulated every sensitive zone on Bibi Dong's body, feeling like countless pairs of small, delicate hands. Bibi Dong could no longer maintain the dignity of a Pope; her red lips parted slightly as she let out a series of sweet, blissful whimpers.

"Teacher is so beautiful."

Mu Junyu gazed at the scenery before him with obsession.

"This disciple will heal all of Teacher's sorrows~"

Bibi Dong's consciousness gradually blurred, and in the midst of the extreme pleasure, she even began to rationalize it to herself.

Junyu is still young, he doesn't understand these things... This isn't harassment... This is just a special method of cultivation... Yes... This is just a disciple's love for his teacher...

When the third wave struck, Bibi Dong finally gave up on thinking entirely, letting herself drown in this forbidden pleasure.

She did not notice the smirk of success curling the corners of Mu Junyu's mouth.

[System notification: Bibi Dong current affection level: 40%.]

[Obtained special status "Dependency".]

The glass windows of the Pope Palace reflected the purple-red glow of the sunset.

Mu Junyu's Heart-Eroding Venom flowed around Bibi Dong like a living creature, each strand of liquid precisely stimulating her most sensitive energy nodes.

"Teacher, let this disciple take you back to your bedchamber."

Mu Junyu's voice carried a childish sweetness, while the venom had already quietly formed a transparent cloak, completely wrapping around Bibi Dong's graceful figure.

Bibi Dong tried to refuse in her hazy state, only to find that her legs were already weak and limp.

The Heart-Eroding Venom was massaging the acupoints at the small of her back with just the right amount of pressure, and that familiar tremor made her bite her lower lip involuntarily.

"You... you brat..."

Her scolding was shattered by the sudden surge of blissful pleasure.

Mu Junyu took the opportunity to use the venom to lift her body; to an outsider, it would appear as though the Pope was simply floating forward, shrouded in a hazy, purple-black halo.

The moment the palace doors opened, Bibi Dong's entire body went rigid.

Four palace guards knelt on one knee in salute, completely unaware that the flowing venom was, at an angle they could not see, gently caressing the Pope's most sensitive heart.

"Your Holiness."

The guards bowed their heads in greeting, unable to hear the faint, barely audible whimper escaping their revered ruler.

Mu Junyu, hidden within the venom, grinned wickedly and intentionally let a strand of liquid brush against Bibi Dong's earlobe.

Teacher, you must hold it in~

This was Mu Junyu's inner thought; after all, if he said it aloud, Bibi Dong would likely turn on him on the spot.

It would be terrible if she heard that~

Bibi Dong was filled with a mix of shame and anger, yet she could not break free from this gentle shackle.

The Heart-Eroding Venom felt like the finest silk, tightening to outline her form one moment, relaxing to massage her the next, and then constricting to squeeze her endlessly.

Whenever they passed a guard, the venom would suddenly intensify the torment, forcing her to tense her entire body to maintain her dignity.

"Your Holiness."

A maidservant approached, holding a document. Bibi Dong felt the venom suddenly slither toward her back, crawling along her spine like countless tiny snakes.

She hurriedly covered her distress with a cough, her nails digging deep into her palms.

That wicked disciple Mu Junyu... how could he... at a time like this... he... sigh...

"Are you feeling unwell, Teacher?"

Mu Junyu feigned concern, while in reality, he turned the venom into a fine mesh, completely enveloping her trembling, delicate body.

He could feel Bibi Dong's heartbeat racing at an alarming rate, and the skin beneath her papal robes was burning hot.

As they passed through the corridor, a squad of patrolling Temple Knights saluted in unison.

At that very moment, Mu Junyu suddenly commanded the venom to stimulate over a dozen of Bibi Dong's pressure points simultaneously.

"Ah!" Bibi Dong threw her head back, yet forcibly swallowed the scream back down.

Her golden scepter struck the floor heavily, producing a crisp sound against the stone tiles.

"All of you... withdraw!"

Once the crowd hurried away, the Heart-Eroding Venom immediately intensified its entanglement. Bibi Dong's legs went weak, and she only remained standing because the venom held her up. "Wicked disciple..."

She cursed through ragged, chaotic breaths, yet the corners of her eyes flushed with an alluring crimson.

This tension, the constant risk of being discovered, made the pleasure several times more intense than usual.

When the doors to the bedchamber finally closed, Bibi Dong was already limp, caught in the web formed by the venom.

Mu Junyu slowly revealed his true form, gently laying his exhausted teacher onto the silk couch.

"Teacher is so beautiful today~"

He brushed the sweat-dampened hair from Bibi Dong's forehead, the venom still lingering affectionately around her waist.

"Will you accompany your disciple in cultivation like this tomorrow, too?"

A flicker of clarity flashed through Bibi Dong's hazy purple eyes, but as the venom touched her most vulnerable pressure points once more, all resistance melted into a long, drawn-out sigh...

[System Notification: Bibi Dong's current conquest progress is 45%.]

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled silver radiance across the bedchamber.

Bibi Dong reclined on the silk couch, her purple-gold papal robes splayed in disarray, revealing her jade-like shoulders and neck.

Her eyes were half-closed, her long lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks, her lips still stained with the crimson flush of passion.

Mu Junyu knelt on the edge of the bed, his seven-year-old frame in stark contrast to his bold actions just moments before.

He leaned down, kissing Bibi Dong's cheek lightly like a bird pecking at food.

"Teacher smells so good..."

His childish, innocent words and hot breath fell against Bibi Dong's ear.

His venom had not yet been fully retracted, and several fine strands were playfully curling around the loose ends of Bibi Dong's hair.

Bibi Dong weakly raised a hand to push him away, but her fingertips sank softly into his gentleness.

"Enough..."

Her voice was hoarsely unrecognizable.

"You should... go back..."

"But this disciple cannot bear to leave Teacher~"

Mu Junyu pecked the tip of her nose again, his right hand taking the opportunity to slip into the wide papal robes, gently massaging the side of Bibi Dong's waist.

He watched with satisfaction as his teacher shuddered, her purple eyes brimming with a hazy, watery luster. At this moment, Bibi Dong was breathtakingly beautiful. Her usual majesty had vanished, replaced by a sense of languid fragility after being thoroughly conquered.

Her golden crown had long since been removed by Mu Junyu, and a few strands of sweat-dampened silver-purple hair clung to her neck, rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

Mu Junyu's venom suddenly retracted entirely into his body.

Losing its support, Bibi Dong let out a soft hum and tipped forward uncontrollably, falling right into his open arms.

"Are you tired, Teacher?"

He wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong's slender waist, burying his small face in the crook of her neck to inhale deeply.

"This disciple will carry you to bathe~"

Bibi Dong wanted to reprimand him, but found she lacked even the strength to speak.

She could only allow this seven-year-old disciple to undress her of her complex papal vestments as if she were a doll.

When the cool air touched her skin, she curled up instinctively, only to be gently wrapped by the venom.

"Don't be afraid..."

Mu Junyu's voice suddenly turned deep, and the venom lifted Bibi Dong slowly into the air.

"This disciple will take good care of Teacher~"

Thick steam swirled above the bath, shrouding the entire space in a hazy mist.

Bibi Dong was gently supported by the venom, slowly sinking into the perfectly tempered water. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, her tense muscles gradually relaxing in the heat.

"Is the water temperature to your liking?"

Mu Junyu knelt by the edge of the pool, testing the water with his small hand.

His venom drifted through the bathwater, precisely adjusting the temperature in every corner.

Bibi Dong did not answer, merely sinking her body deeper into the water.

She felt a sense of absurdity; the dignified Pope of the Martial Soul Hall was, at this very moment, having her most private moments controlled by a seven-year-old child.

Rose petals on the surface of the water swayed gently with her movements, obscuring the curves faintly visible beneath the surface.

Mu Junyu picked up a silver ladle, scooped up the warm water, and poured it slowly over Bibi Dong's shoulders.

The water slid down her delicate collarbone, washing away the lingering fatigue.

His movements were cautious and careful, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

"Teacher must be very tired~"

He said softly, his voice carrying the clarity unique to a child, yet possessing a composure that transcended his age.

"This disciple is merely helping you bathe."

Bibi Dong half-closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of the water sliding across her skin. She should have felt ashamed, she should have been angry, but the comfort of the moment made it impossible to resist.

Mu Junyu's technique was surprisingly professional; every touch was just right—neither overly intimate nor lacking in consideration.

"Where... did you learn these things?"