Douluo: The Venom System Is Awesome

"Haa..."

"Haa..."

The two finally parted, visible strands of silver light trailing between their pressed lips.

Mu Junyu was like a beast that had tasted meat for the first time, demanding more with tireless hunger, leaving Qian Renxue completely disoriented.

Qian Renxue breathed heavily, as if trying to inhale all the oxygen she had missed during the last half-hour.

Mu Junyu chuckled softly, his fingertips gently brushing over her slightly swollen lips; the sensation was impossibly soft, carrying the lingering warmth from his ravaging.

Deep in his eyes, an unsatisfied dark tide surged, and his voice was filled with a wicked charm.

"Sister Xue..."

He called out to her, his tone carrying a satisfaction that was almost a sigh, yet laced with an even deeper greed.

He lowered his head, looking at his peerless spear that was already eager for a sparring match, and hugged Qian Renxue even tighter.

He made her feel, with absolute clarity, the powerful force emanating from that peerless spear.

Through several layers of clothing, it pressed aggressively against her soft source of life. "Be my woman."

He gasped, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, his tone carrying the urgency and sincerity of a beast that had just tasted its first kill.

"My first woman."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Qian Renxue had been immersed in the dizziness and the lingering, limb-weakening afterglow brought on by that long kiss.

Her brain was a chaotic mess from lack of oxygen, leaving only the drum-like beating of her heart and the tingling sensation remaining on her lips.

But these words were like a cold, thin needle, piercing her muddled consciousness without warning.

First... woman?

The intensely intimate atmosphere still tightly enveloped her, and his body's reaction was undeniably real, yet a certain word in that sentence sharply punctured her hazy senses.

First?

What did that mean?

Her thick, butterfly-wing eyelashes lifted abruptly, and those golden eyes, which had just been misted with illusion, turned sharp in an instant.

Though they still held a rosy flush, they were now covered in a layer of cold scrutiny and disbelief.

She even subconsciously shrank back, trying to avoid that heart-fluttering source of heat, her gaze locked tightly onto Mu Junyu's face, which was mere inches away.

"First?"

Her voice was still slightly hoarse, but it already carried a dangerous edge, like a blade slowly being drawn from its sheath.

"Judging by what you said... you're planning on having a second, a third?"

The strange, soft sensation he had forcibly coaxed out of her was still coursing through her limbs. But at this moment, a more intense emotion—one called annoyance and humiliation—surged up violently.

It ruthlessly suppressed the budding, unfamiliar feelings that had just begun to sprout.

Faced with her cold interrogation, he was momentarily stunned, his heart skipping a beat as he looked into those suddenly chilled golden eyes.

Had he tried to increase his harem compatibility with Qian Renxue too early?

"I..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but his "spear" gave an unwilling, thrusting twitch due to her glare and retreat, asserting its presence—a movement that seemed exceptionally lewd at this moment.

Qian Renxue's gaze grew colder; the stinging, swollen pain on her lips served as a reminder of her loss of control and his plunder.

And now, he actually dared to think about things after the "first"?

Qian Renxue's gaze was bone-chillingly cold, and a faint, almost imperceptible golden halo began to swirl around her fingertips—a sign of condensed soul power.

She suddenly reached out and precisely pinched Mu Junyu's earlobe, using enough force to make him wince and bare his teeth.

"Mu Junyu!"

She growled, gritting her teeth and enunciating every word.

"Are you insane?! What on earth are you babbling about?!"

The sharp pain in his ear and the dull ache in his abdomen from her kick intertwined, yet strangely, it only made him more excited.

Looking at her face, which had become even more vivid and moving due to her anger, those golden eyes burning with fire were more dazzling than ever.

The panic in Mu Junyu's heart was replaced by a reckless, spur-of-the-moment wit. He tilted his head to alleviate the pain while shouting back quickly, his tone carrying a deliberate, provocative sense of grievance and roguishness.

"Ouch, ouch! Easy, easy! Sister Xue... I'm not talking nonsense! I just... I had no choice!"

Qian Renxue increased the pressure, her eyes looking as if they wanted to freeze him solid.

"No choice? What do you mean no choice?!"

Mu Junyu sucked in a cold breath, but his eyes boldly swept over her chest, which was heaving with anger, before meeting her gaze without fear of death.

He spoke at a rapid-fire pace.

"I... I'm doing this for your own good! Look at you, you can't do this, you can't do that, you even just learned how to breathe while kissing... How could you possibly handle me all by yourself?"

"What did you say?!"

Author's Note

Feng Que

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Chapter 38: You... Let Go...

Qian Renxue was absolutely furious! His absurd logic and flippant attitude—every single word was challenging her bottom line!

Especially that "you can't do that."

It completely ignited the dignity and competitive spirit of a strong woman who refused to be questioned! She couldn't do it? She, Qian Renxue, the young mistress of Martial Soul Hall! Could she not do it?! Could she not handle him?! It was a colossal joke!

Seeing the golden flames of rage erupting in her eyes, Mu Junyu knew the timing was right. He immediately seized the opening and shouted.

"You don't believe me?! Then how about we make a bet!"

Qian Renxue's hand, which was pinching his ear, paused slightly, and she sneered coldly.

"A bet? Bet on what? Bet on how much faster you can die?"

Mu Junyu endured the pain of his ear being nearly twisted off, staring at her with burning intensity. A smile that mixed agony and provocation curled at the corners of his lips as he spoke with resounding clarity.

"Let's bet... on who begs for mercy first!"

He paused deliberately, feeling her aura turn instantly more dangerous, and quickly added, his voice filled with seduction and an irresistible force.

"If I beg you first, from then on, I, Mu Junyu, will obey your every command, Qian Renxue, without a single word of complaint! But if you are the one who begs me first..."

His gaze became incredibly predatory, slowly sweeping over her lips, her neck, and finally locking back onto her eyes.

"Then from that point on... you will be the first in my harem!"

Qian Renxue did not loosen her grip on his ear, her golden eyes a mix of fury and a cold, mocking disdain sparked by his ridiculous proposal.

Beg for mercy first? Based on what? Was he even worthy of making her, Qian Renxue, beg?

A harem? Truly...

Could he have been corrupted by that old emperor...

"The stakes are certainly not small."

She sneered, the chill in her tone nearly enough to freeze the air.

"But what qualifications do you have to bet with me?"

Mu Junyu endured the pain, yet he grinned with an almost arrogant smile, his eyes flashing with a crazy and determined light.

"The fact that I'm holding you right now, and you... haven't beaten me to death yet~"

"Sister Xue, deep down, you're actually curious too, aren't you? Curious about who will be the first to break?"

His words were like a thin needle, precisely piercing through her facade of anger and touching that deeply buried, reluctant-to-admit trace of hesitation and competitiveness.

Yes, how could she possibly lose? She might as well take this opportunity to make him clearly recognize reality and crush his unrealistic delusions!

She abruptly let go of his ear; the fair lobe was already bright red.

She elegantly brushed off non-existent dust, as if the loss of composure from a moment ago had never happened, returning to being that high-and-mighty little angel.

"Fine."

A single word, cold and decisive, carrying unquestionable authority.

"I accept the bet. But I set the rules."

Her gaze swept over the awkward position where they were still pressed together, and she said coldly.

"Let go. Sit properly."

A flash of ecstatic triumph crossed Mu Junyu's eyes. He released her as instructed but remained sitting on the edge of the bed right next to her, with only a fist's distance between them, their scorching body heat and ragged breathing still intertwined.

Qian Renxue suppressed the urge to kick him away and said with a cold face.

"Since it's a duel, it should be fair. Face to face, one hand each."

She raised her right hand, her fingers slender and containing immense power.

"Use all your skills to make the other person... unable to endure, but."

Her tone turned sharp.

"No spirit power allowed, and no causing actual physical harm."

She wanted to see what kind of "skills" he could possibly have without using spirit power, relying only on these... shameless tricks!

Mu Junyu's eyes lit up brilliantly, and he immediately extended his right hand to meet her hand suspended in the air.

"It's a deal!"

The two sat face to face on the soft bed, their knees nearly touching.

The air instantly turned taut and eerie, as if an invisible battlefield had unfolded between the two.

"Begin."

Qian Renxue parted her red lips, uttering the word with absolute confidence and disdain.

She struck first, her right hand moving like lightning, aiming straight for the nerve cluster on his arm.

Even without using soul power, her combat techniques and understanding of human anatomical weaknesses were far beyond what he could match.

However, Mu Junyu seemed to have anticipated this; he did not meet her strike head-on.

Instead, he flipped his wrist, sliding away at a tricky angle, his fingertips grazing the inside of her wrist as he surged upward.

A fine, scalp-tingling sensation of itchiness instantly flared up!

Qian Renxue's arm trembled slightly, her offensive momentum subconsciously slowing by half. She hadn't expected him to be so... base!

Mu Junyu pressed his advantage, his five fingers locking onto the pristine peaks beneath Qian Renxue's silk robe as if playing a melody.

Every time they cultivated, Mu Junyu had been exploring the vulnerable points of these two snowy summits.

He understood the structure of those twin peaks even better than Qian Renxue herself.

"You..."

"Good."

Qian Renxue's words were cut off by a sudden, strange sensation!

Mu Junyu's palm, warm and calloused from cultivation, accurately and unerringly seized the white forbidden zone that had never been touched by anyone else.

His pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, carrying a heart-fluttering familiarity, as if he had truly already unraveled every mystery of this place.

Every gentle squeeze and slow twist struck precisely at the most sensitive tips of the summits.

"You—!"

Qian Renxue's entire body shuddered violently, an intensely strong, strange sensation—a mix of numbness and faint electric currents—exploding like ice water dropped into boiling oil, instantly surging through every limb and bone!