All Set

"You tell me."

Tang Wutong's face showed a hint of nervousness. Her pure, lovely face looked even more alluring now, stirring the imagination.

She moved close to Xiao Yi and sat pressed against him, bringing her mouth to his ear. In a slightly trembling voice, she whispered something to him.

After hearing her out, Xiao Yi retreated two steps in alarm. He looked at Tang Wutong as if she were a pervert. This woman really had awakened some astonishing fetish.

Tang Wutong stamped her foot in embarrassment and anger, her face red.

"This is still your fault. If you hadn't slapped me twice, how could I have ended up like this... Besides, besides..." She pouted, sounding rather aggrieved.

"But that was because you..." Xiao Yi started to argue, but Tang Wutong cut him off.

"I don't care. You have to take responsibility for me, or I'll have Big Uncle and Second Uncle tie you up and take you to the Clear Sky Sect."

Xiao Yi's mouth twitched. She made it sound as if he'd done something to her, when what she'd asked him to do had been even more outrageous than what he'd done before.

"You're sure?" Tang Wutong nodded firmly. She was even beginning to look forward to that feeling.

Xiao Yi sat beside Tang Wutong and lifted her sideways onto his lap. The soft touch of her skirt made his thoughts wander. He still wasn't evil enough. A true villain would have let out a triumphant, wicked cackle at a moment like this.

Tang Wutong lay across his lap, mortified, but still raised her backside high as if she were anticipating something. She bit down on her finger, her eyes shimmering with tears, and stared straight at Xiao Yi with an expectant look.

Then she felt that familiar sensation from their sparring.

Tang Wutong felt the usual tingling spread from below through her whole body. It was even more pleasant than the feeling of a breakthrough in Soul Power, and she couldn't help letting out a soft moan.

Xiao Yi wore a strange expression as he felt the softness of the fabric and looked at Princess Tang, whose expression had gone all out of shape. Well, the skirt's fabric was soft, and it felt nice to touch.

He really couldn't understand how simply getting back at this girl for her unreasonable behavior had led him to discover such a huge secret.

Xiao Yi looked at Tang Wutong, her eyes shimmering. She had a finger between her teeth, and her eyes gazed at him with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance. She looked so pure and delicate that anyone would have felt for her, yet her gaze seemed to say, Hurry up and keep going.

Xiao Yi had no choice but to repeat what he'd just done.

A succession of somewhat sensual sounds filled the room.

After carrying on for a good while, Xiao Yi finally picked up Tang Wutong, who had rolled her eyes back, and prepared to put her in her own bed.

He could say he'd suffered too. A pretty girl was draped limp over him, and he had to keep moving his hands. Hearing those sounds was a double torment, both physical and mental.

But she was already in this state, so he couldn't very well do anything more.

Tang Wutong gave a comfortable little hum and wrapped both arms around Xiao Yi's neck, clinging stubbornly to him and refusing to let go. Helpless, Xiao Yi carried her back again. Only then did Tang Wutong lie down contentedly beside him and snuggle into his arms. The little butterfly soon fell fast asleep in his embrace.

Xiao Yi looked down at Tang Wutong in his arms, silent. Shouldn't he have been the one cackling wickedly?

And shouldn't Tang Wutong have cursed him furiously until she was exhausted?

Why did it feel like she was testing his obedience instead? No, this couldn't go on.

Xiao Yi made up his mind: he couldn't keep indulging her like this, or things might take a bad turn.

He glanced at the spot where he'd spent the whole night testing whether the fabric was soft, and his mouth twitched despite himself.

Tang Wutong seemed to sense something. Her little hand took Xiao Yi's large hand and put it back where it had been, then she burrowed farther into his arms. Only then did the little butterfly's breathing settle again.

Early the next morning, Tang Wutong woke from her sleep. She felt she'd had the most comfortable sleep of her life, but as soon as she woke, she noticed something was off with her body.

It was still warm down below, and the tingling sensation hadn't gone away. Her face reddened, but she didn't leave Xiao Yi's arms. Just thinking about what had happened last night made her blush furiously.

But it really had felt so good...

Tang Wutong felt she might not be able to leave Xiao Yi now. Even when her mother, Xiao Wu, had punished her for misbehaving, it had never been like this.

Feeling movement in his arms, Xiao Yi slowly opened his eyes. Their eyes met, and things turned awkward.

"Miss Tang wouldn't want Yu Tong and the others to find out you're a dom, would you?" Xiao Yi teased, breaking the awkward silence first.

"Don't call me Miss Tang. From now on, call me Xiao Qi. I'm telling you, you did that to me, so you have to take responsibility." Tang Wutong's voice was a little muffled. Her breath brushed over his skin, tickling him slightly.

At that, Xiao Yi rolled over and pinned Tang Wutong beneath him. She cried out in surprise, her clear, watery pink-and-blue eyes fixed on him without blinking.

"You asked for it yourself yesterday. I've been holding back for a long time." His heavy breath fanned across Tang Wutong's neck, adding another blush to her fair skin.

The sensation on her leg made her blush nearly all the way to her ears.

She turned her head away awkwardly, pressing a small hand against Xiao Yi's chest. Her words came out a little muddled.

"It's already morning. Can we go to class first?" Tang Wutong's voice trembled slightly. It was only natural to react this way when being treated like this.

Xiao Yi smiled and got up. There was plenty of time. This girl had practically delivered herself into his hands. He'd been prepared to move out once she returned to wearing women's clothes, but now that things had turned out this way, he had plenty of opportunities. There was no need to rush.

When the large hand beneath her moved away, Tang Wutong felt a little disappointed. She was still somewhat ashamed, but compared with that pleasure, the embarrassment seemed insignificant.

Back in her women's clothes, Tang Wutong followed closely behind Xiao Yi. She was nothing like the arrogant genius she'd been before; she was just a little pet afraid of being abandoned, staying close to her owner.

She reached out and took Xiao Yi's hand, looking so cautious that she seemed afraid he might shake her off.

When he made no move, Tang Wutong finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

She realized she really hadn't been acting like a decent person. After tempting him for half the night, Princess Tang, who had never spared a thought for anyone else, had begun to consider Xiao Yi's feelings.

Seeing how cautious Tang Wutong was, Xiao Yi thought to himself that he might have trained her a little too well, even if he'd been the passive one.

"I'm going to see Dean Yan. You can go to class by yourself first." Xiao Yi pulled his hand free and spoke to her.

Tang Wutong nodded obediently, looking every bit the well-behaved little girl. She kept looking back as she walked toward the classroom.

Only after the pink-and-blue figure vanished around the corridor's corner did Xiao Yi head toward the Inner Academy. He'd decided to stay in the Inner Academy for a while. There was nothing to do in the Outer Academy for the time being.

He also needed to keep Tang Wutong at a distance. Things hadn't gone the way he'd expected, but he'd still gotten her in line, saving himself a lot of trouble.

Besides, he couldn't keep giving in to her. If he did it for too long, she'd get used to it and start pushing her luck. He needed to leave her wanting, make her think of him day and night, and then he'd have a Tang Wutong who was devoted to him and did whatever he said.

Xiao Yi had also come to realize, on a deep level, that he wasn't cut out to be a villain.

This fake pervert was nothing at all compared with a real pervert.