The Ultimate Winner, The Pope's Night of Victory!

Maple Dye Pavilion, second floor.

In the quiet room, soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a hazy glow.

Bibi Dong's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings as she slowly opened her amethyst-like eyes.

She subconsciously shifted, wanting to stretch lazily.

"Hiss--"

An indescribable soreness, mixed with extreme fatigue, instantly spread from her waist and abdomen throughout her body, causing her to gasp involuntarily.

My body felt like it had been disassembled and then meticulously reassembled, every joint screaming with exhaustion after being utterly conquered.

His abdomen and legs, in particular, were so sore and weak that he could barely muster any strength befitting a Title Douluo.

This familiar yet strange feeling instantly awakened her fragmented memories.

Last night...

Lin Feng's playful remark, "Who said I don't keep my word?"...

And then... when he fulfilled his promise, his domineering yet tender nature left no room for refusal...

A series of blush-inducing, heart-pounding, and soul-shaking images overwhelmed her mind like a burst dam.

"Boom!"

Bibi Dong's cheeks instantly flushed red and became incredibly hot.

She abruptly pulled the silky quilt over herself and buried her head deep inside, like an ostrich finally captured by a hunter, yet willingly surrendering.

Enveloped in darkness and softness, she could clearly hear her own heart pounding like a drum, and the lingering scent of that man's unique fragrance on the bedding.

For a long time.

She cautiously peeked her little head out from under the covers.

Those purple eyes still held the hazy aftertaste of a hangover, but even more so, they held a joy and disbelief that emanated from the depths of their souls.

"Last night..."

"Lin Feng... he really is with me..."

Bibi Dong stretched out her hand, looking at her smooth, jade-like arm, and feeling the soreness and undeniable fatigue in her body.

She finally realized that it wasn't a sexual fantasy fueled by alcohol.

She won.

In this battle for the status of the "official wife," she had the last laugh.

"That 'first string'..."

"In the end, it still belongs to me."

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a slow, uncontrollable, triumphant smile.

Knock knock knock.

Just then, a light knocking sounded on the door.

Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback, and her heart skipped a beat.

Could it be Lin Feng?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she felt her cheeks burning again. She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound less... guilty and trembling.

"Coming... coming!"

She even forgot that she was completely naked at the moment. She just grabbed the brocade quilt, wrapped it around herself haphazardly, and then, barefoot, with a hint of excitement and eagerness that she herself did not realize, she ran to open the door.

The door was pulled open.

However, the figure standing outside the door was not the one she was expecting.

It was Zhu Zhuyun.

She had heavy dark circles under her eyes, her beautiful cat-like eyes were bloodshot, and her complexion was extremely pale, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Bibi Dong's smile froze instantly.

The next second, she quickly reverted to her aloof and haughty demeanor as the Pope, even deliberately puffing out her chest to accentuate the curves of the brocade quilt wrapped around her.

It was as if the elation of that young woman just moments before was merely an illusion.

"What's up?"

Her voice was indifferent and detached, carrying a condescending scrutiny, like a hostess interrogating an uninvited visitor.

The moment Zhu Zhuyun saw Bibi Dong, her heart, which had already sunk to the bottom, was doused with a layer of ice water.

Her gaze, like the most precise Soul Skill, scrutinized Bibi Dong from head to toe, carefully examining her.

She saw the other woman's disheveled, yet somewhat languid, long hair. She saw her stunningly beautiful face, flushed with a captivating blush from the intense emotions she had just experienced.

She even noticed, with her sharp eyes, a particularly glaring red mark left from a battle on Bibi Dong knee, which peeked out from the edge of the quilt.

Zhu Zhuyun's breath hitched suddenly.

She understood everything.

That damned woman, she really succeeded last night!

Zhu Zhuyun bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled. Through her teeth, she squeezed out the prepared statement, word by word.

"Master... has prepared breakfast."

"Let me... tell you to come down for dinner."

After saying that, Zhu Zhuyun didn't even dare to look at Bibi Dong again. She was afraid that if she looked any longer, she would rush up and fight this damned woman to the death.

She turned around abruptly and, almost in a disheveled state, rushed downstairs without looking back.

Watching Zhu Zhuyun's retreating figure, Bibi Dong's cold mask finally crumbled.

She leaned against the doorframe, a slow smile playing on her lips. That smile was triumphant, ostentatious, and brimming with the pride of a victor.

Only then did Bibi Dong finally realize that something was wrong with her body.

Although the intense "battle" last night still left her feeling weak all over, she could clearly feel a continuous, enormous power surging out from deep within her body, a power that terrified her!

She even had the illusion that she could punch through her past self, along with the entire Pope Palace, with just one punch!

"What... what's going on?"

A deep sense of confusion and shock flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

However, this is not the time to dwell on that. The little wildcat just said that Lin Feng is waiting for her downstairs for breakfast.

The thought of the man who haunted her dreams made Bibi Dong's heart burn with desire once more.

She suppressed her doubts and excitement, turned around and went back into the house to carefully dress and groom herself.

As Bibi Dong gracefully walked down the first floor...

In the hall, Lin Feng was already seated in the main seat, leisurely sipping his tea.

Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ah Yin were sitting on either side.

Not far away, the Angel Rakshasa Dong also sat alone in a corner, waiting for his meal to be served.

The atmosphere was eerily heavy.

Both Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing had the same dark circles under their eyes as Zhu Zhuyun. Hu Liena pouted, looking aggrieved, with red eyes, as if she had been crying last night.

Clearly, none of the three of them slept well. They watched Lin Feng carry Bibi Dong upstairs and didn't come out all night; it would be a miracle if they could sleep.

At this moment, when the three women saw Bibi Dong, who was radiant and glowing, as beautiful as a flower nourished by rain and dew, their eyes seemed to want to devour her whole.

Envy, jealousy, and a deep sense of resentment almost overflowed from their eyes.

However, Bibi Dong completely ignored the gazes of the three losers. Her eyes were only on the man sitting in the main seat, smiling at her.

Noticing Bibi Dong's gaze, Lin Feng looked up, gave her a meaningful smile, and nodded slightly.

Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed uncontrollably once again.

She was about to say something.

The Angel Rakshasa Dong, who had been sitting in the corner, seemed to have discovered something incredibly unbelievable in the world.

She stood up abruptly, her fingers trembling violently with shock, pointing directly at Bibi Dong, her voice shrill with extreme horror.

"How is that possible?!"

"You... how do you already have god-level strength?!"