Douluo: The Venom System is Awesome

His head rested naturally in the hollow of Qian Renxue's shoulder, his warm breath fanning evenly across her collarbone, carrying the faint, clean scent of someone who had just washed up.

"Mmm..."

As for Qian Renxue, who was being treated as a body pillow, her body stiffened instantly.

For the past month, almost every night had been like this.

During the first few days, she could still forcefully push the little guy away or scoot further off to the side.

But every time she pushed him away, Mu Junyu would unconsciously wrap himself around her again not long after, and he was surprisingly strong.

After repeating this a few times, Qian Renxue couldn't be bothered to struggle anymore and could only helplessly accept this "human-shaped accessory."

However, as Mu Junyu's height shot up and his body developed, the sensations brought about by this entanglement quietly began to change.

Before, when he was smaller, hugging him felt like holding a warm little doll; although it was a bit of a nuisance, it was still tolerable.

Now, his long legs pressed against hers, carrying a weight that could not be ignored; his arm draped across her waist and abdomen, allowing her to clearly feel the muscle lines beneath; his chest pressed tightly against her arm, transmitting the heartbeat and body heat of a boy who was gradually growing sturdy...

Qian Renxue was forced to maintain a side-lying or flat-lying position, unable to move.

She tried to gently push the furry head on her shoulder.

The other party merely hummed in dissatisfaction, hugging her even tighter, his cheek even unconsciously rubbing against her neck.

A wave of numbing, strange sensation instantly surged from the point of contact throughout her entire body.

Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed quietly in the dim light.

She stared at the canopy of the bed with her eyes open, feeling the warm body heat and steady breathing of the person beside her, yet her heart rate refused to settle.

What was this? She was the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall, the Crown Prince lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire, and now she was actually being used as a body pillow by an eight-year-old...

Even though he looked like a young man, he was still just a little boy, and he was sleeping soundly?

And... why did she feel that this sensation of being tightly relied upon and pressed so closely together...

Wasn't that annoying, and perhaps even a little... comforting?

She turned her head slightly and could see Mu Junyu's quiet sleeping face.

His long eyelashes cast faint shadows, his nose was straight and delicate, and his lips were slightly parted, shedding the cunning and precociousness of the day, leaving only complete relaxation and harmlessness.

This face, indeed, already possessed the handsome contours of a young man.

Qian Renxue sighed in resignation, finally giving up the struggle. She carefully adjusted her posture to make her numbed arm a little more comfortable, then gently pulled up the silk quilt to cover them both.

"You're quite well-behaved when you're asleep..."

She whispered to herself, her tone carrying a hint of doting she hadn't even noticed, and closed her eyes.

Chapter 36: Qian Renxue's Compressed Space

Just as Qian Renxue had adjusted her posture and managed to brew a bit of sleepiness, she suddenly felt the body of Mu Junyu, who was pressed against her, shift slightly.

He seemed to be unconsciously adjusting his sleeping position, and one leg squeezed more forcefully into the gap between her legs.

His knee accidentally pressed against a subtle and soft spot.

"Ngh..." Qian Renxue tensed her body abruptly, a very faint gasp escaping her throat.

A strange, unfamiliar sensation of being touched hit her instantly, making her scalp tingle.

Almost at the same time, she clearly felt that the muscles of the arm Mu Junyu had draped over her waist and abdomen seemed to tighten slightly as well.

His warm palm rested unconsciously against her side, his fingertips even curling slightly, bringing a wave of subtle itchiness.

He was like a little furnace that had suddenly been ignited, his body temperature seemingly rising a notch.

Those gradually unfolding body lines, belonging to a young man, became extremely prominent in the darkness.

Qian Renxue's face turned bright red in a "whoosh," even her earlobes burning fiercely.

She snapped her eyes open, her heart beating like a drum.

"Mu. Jun. Yu!"

She gritted her teeth, squeezing the three words through her teeth, her voice trembling with shame and anger.

At her low reprimand, Mu Junyu seemed to hum, burying his head deeper into the hollow of her shoulder, his breathing remaining even and long.

It was as if everything just now had been nothing more than an unconscious movement in his sleep.

But the subtle changes in his body and the tactile sensation of being pressed so closely made it impossible for Qian Renxue to calm down again.

She tried to push his leg away, but the moment she moved, Mu Junyu acted as if he had been disturbed.

His arm tightened, and his leg rubbed against her, making that accidental contact even clearer.

Qian Renxue froze all over, suddenly not daring to move again.

She lay there stiffly, feeling the warm body of the boy beside her and the subtle, emerging differences between them.

Qian Renxue could bear it no longer, and in a fit of shame and indignation, she growled, "Mu Junyu! You brat! Stop pretending! I know you're not asleep!"

Caught red-handed in his feigned sleep, Mu Junyu no longer hid it. He let out a low chuckle, the sound carrying a hint of triumphant mischief in the quiet night.

His previously long, steady breathing instantly became clear and vigorous, and the arm wrapped around Qian Renxue not only failed to loosen, but instead used a clever bit of strength.

He turned her around with irresistible force, shifting her from facing away to face-to-face.

In the darkness, their noses were almost touching.

Qian Renxue widened her eyes in shock, and before she could react, she collided with Mu Junyu's eyes, which were still startlingly bright in the dim light.

There wasn't a shred of sleepiness left in them; they were clearly flickering with cunning, triumph, and a kind of almost aggressive intensity that left her flustered and disoriented.

"Sister Xue is so fierce..."

Mu Junyu's voice was lowered, carrying a slight huskiness as if he had just woken up, yet it was incredibly clear, his warm breath brushing directly against her lips.

I was just sleeping a bit restlessly...

His arms remained firmly wrapped around her waist, and his legs were still domineeringly occupying her space, the two of them pressed tightly together, leaving almost no gap at all.

Qian Renxue could even feel, through her thin nightclothes, the heartbeat coming from his chest—faster than her own—and his noticeably elevated body temperature.

"You... let me go!"

Qian Renxue was both shy and angry, struggling with all her might, only to find that she couldn't shake his hold at all.

Since when did this guy become so strong?

"No."

Mu Junyu answered crisply and cleanly, instead tightening his arms to pull her even closer, his burning gaze fixed on her crimson cheeks and panicked eyes.

Sister Xue is so soft and fragrant, it's comfortable to hold her, so I'm not letting go.

"You rascal!"

Qian Renxue was choked with anger, turning her head away, not daring to look into his overly bright eyes, feeling as if her face were about to burn up.

Watching her look of shy annoyance and inability to resist, the smile at the corners of Mu Junyu's mouth deepened.

He deliberately leaned in a little closer, almost pressing against her forehead.

"I am a rascal."

He said it righteously, his tone full of someone emboldened by being doted upon.

"Anyway, Sister Xue promised to sleep with me, and there was no rule saying I couldn't hold you while sleeping."

"You... you're twisting logic!"

Qian Renxue was so angered by his crooked reasoning that she couldn't speak, yet her heartbeat was completely out of control due to his increasingly close breath.

The two of them stood in a standoff in the darkness, one triumphant and the other filled with shy indignation, the air thick with an inseparable ambiguity and tension.

Mu Junyu pushed his luck, his whole body seeming as if it wanted to embed itself into Qian Renxue's embrace.

Mu Junyu used force with both his arms and legs, squeezing her space in a way that brooked no refusal.

Qian Renxue was forced to shrink back continuously until her back was pressed tightly against the cold inner side of the bed, with nowhere left to retreat.

Their bodies were pressed closely together, with almost no gap between them.

The warm body temperature and the gradually emerging sense of strength in the youth, carrying the scent of his youth, acted like an invisible cage, completely enveloping Qian Renxue.

She could even clearly feel the powerful heartbeat beneath his chest, thumping against her senses, one beat after another.

"Mu Junyu! You... don't go too far! Quickly..."

Qian Renxue was shy and anxious, her breathing labored, attempting to use a stern reprimand to stop his increasingly overstepping actions and maintain her crumbling defenses.

However, before she could finish her sentence—

Mu Junyu suddenly lowered his head and, with lightning speed, accurately captured her lips!

It wasn't a fleeting touch, but one carrying an unquestionable, green yet highly aggressive sense of possessiveness.

"Mmph...!"

Qian Renxue widened her eyes instantly, her mind going blank; all her reprimands and struggles froze at that moment.

The world seemed to have been muted, leaving only the strange, soft sensation on her lips and the clean, slightly domineering scent of the youth, overwhelming her completely.

Qian Renxue's head buzzed, and she completely lost her composure.

She subconsciously wanted to turn her head to dodge, but Mu Junyu's arm held her firmly like an iron clamp.

His palm even quietly moved up to support the back of her neck, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

His kiss carried a reckless, eager quality like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger; it was disorganized, yet shockingly passionate, as if he wanted to plunder every bit of air from her chest.

Qian Renxue was being sought out and ground upon by her lover, bringing forth waves of subtle, unfamiliar tremors that coursed through her limbs like an electric current.

"Mmph... let go..."

She protested incoherently, trying to use her hands to push away his tightly pressed chest, but her fingertips touched the youth's firm, scorching pectoral muscles and the wild, thumping heart beneath them.

This sensation made her pull her hand back abruptly as if burned, which only looked more like a weak, coy resistance.

Chapter 37: You Can't...

It was not that she couldn't use her soul power to instantly blast him away.

Given her strength, that would have been effortless.

But... but doing that would hurt him.

This thought acted like an invisible shackle, completely sealing away her formidable power.

She could only remain stiff and endure it.

She felt his clumsy yet persistent exploration, felt his warm breath spraying against her face, intermingling with her own chaotic gasps.

Mu Junyu seemed to notice her resistance weakening, and his movements softened slightly.

It was no longer a simple plunder, but now carried a hint of tentative lingering.

He licked her lips with tenderness, as if savoring some rare treasure, his nose brushing against her cheek as he let out a satisfied, low sigh.

This subtle shift made Qian Renxue feel even more flustered than his previous storm-like assault.

A strange, numbing softness spread from their joined lips, causing her tense body and soul to involuntarily relax just a fraction.

In that very instant, he seized the opportunity to deepen this kiss, which was filled with affection.

Qian Renxue felt her entire body go limp, as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her to rely solely on the support of his arms to hold herself up.

Shame, indignation, and a strange sensation she refused to admit—one he had forcibly coaxed out of her—were frantically intertwining in her heart.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling violently like a butterfly with broken wings. Her senses were infinitely magnified; in the darkness, nothing remained but the sensation and sound of their lips and teeth entangled, along with their increasingly scorching body temperatures and out-of-control heartbeats.

She was like a small boat caught in a raging storm, able only to passively rise and fall with the waves of this sparring match.

Completely submerged by his inexperienced yet surging combat power, she was powerless to break free and unable to think.

As for Mu Junyu, he remained immersed in the sweetness he had forcibly claimed during this sparring, tireless!

Qian Renxue learned quickly, mastering the breathing techniques through one round of sparring after another.

Under Mu Junyu's guidance, she became fully immersed in this wonderful, long-lasting kiss of affection, completing over thirty minutes of deep entanglement.