Please Feel Free to Command Ma Xiaotao, Meow

"No..."

Ma Xiaotao was forced to tilt her head back. The dull pain of her hair being tugged made her let out a soft moan.

Because of Ling Tianchen's rough movements, she had no choice but to crane her neck even higher. The slender, fair stretch of neck exposed above her collar was faintly flushed pink.

The pained, unwilling expression on her face gave Ling Tianchen the greatest thrill he had ever felt.

Ma Xiaotao herself had also caught a fact that made her heart panic: she did not dislike this feeling.

She was in pain, yet happy.

That realization turned Ma Xiaotao's mind into a complete mess. She bit her lip, trying hard to maintain the humiliated expression on her face, terrified that Ling Tianchen would notice anything amiss.

"Say it yourself. What should you call me?"

His tone was calm, yet brooked no doubt.

It was as though Ma Xiaotao had made some important decision. She closed her eyes, her body trembling lightly for a long while before she slowly raised both hands and gathered the long red hair at either side of her head into twin ponytails.

Then she opened her eyes, looked up at Ling Tianchen, and forced out a clearly enunciated, coquettish ending:

"M-Master... I'm your little kitty. Please command me as you please... meow."

The moment Ma Xiaotao finished speaking, she regretted it. She looked up at Ling Tianchen anxiously.

She did not know whether this would work. She had only vaguely heard that many boys seemed to have little resistance to this sort of thing.

S-So erotic!

This nearly shattered Ling Tianchen's defenses in an instant. She was far too good at this!

Ling Tianchen only felt an inexplicable fire rise in his lower abdomen. Without changing his expression, he adjusted his sitting posture and simultaneously blocked the prying eyes within his spiritual sea.

If he did not get it out now, he might wake up tomorrow morning to find everything sticky.

In that case, he naturally had to do whatever felt best.

He leaned against the edge of the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Bed and crooked a finger at Ma Xiaotao.

"Come here. This is your master's reward. Serve me well, and if I'm satisfied, you'll naturally get your share."

Ma Xiaotao hurriedly staggered over to Ling Tianchen, her ears so red they looked ready to drip blood.

With her slender palms, she gently pressed through the fabric. Once she sensed the change, her ears reddened even further, nearly dripping blood, and she trembled as she undid the restraint.

Her long, fair fingers fumbled clumsily with it.

"Raise your head. Let me see that unwilling look in your eyes."

She did as she was told.

"I told you to get closer and do it properly. Don't be halfhearted. I can't feel anything right now."

Ling Tianchen grabbed her head and pushed it down. "Why are you staying so far away? Is this some unspeakable thing?!"

"No, it's just that this is my first time seeing it... It's different from what I imagined..."

"It doesn't match my appearance, does it? That's just prejudice."

Ma Xiaotao's throat suddenly felt a little moist. She swallowed and slowly leaned closer.

With a faint sound, everything fell silent.

Ling Tianchen released his hands as well, rising to his feet feeling refreshed.

At the same time, he rather roughly pushed Ma Xiaotao aside. It was post-nut clarity now!

If that seductive face kept swaying in front of him, who knew what else might happen.

"Master, were you satisfied with my performance just now?"

"Get lost! I'm going to cultivate!"

Ignoring her, Ling Tianchen sat cross-legged on the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Bed. Only after a long while did he slowly calm his emotions and enter a cultivation state.

What he had released had brought him inner pleasure, but no improvement in cultivation. Since he was already the disadvantaged party, he naturally had nothing to say to the one who had benefited.

Ma Xiaotao gave a soft giggle and climbed onto the bed as well, sitting face-to-face with Ling Tianchen.

She only felt a burning heat in her abdomen. The thing from earlier seemed to be taking effect wildly.

Although she did not know what it did, her instincts told her it was an enormous tonic, and she had to refine it as soon as possible.

The heaven and earth origin energy within the Golden Tree was more than ten times richer than outside, scarcely inferior to the core region of the Star Dou Forest. Combined with the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Bed and the refreshing release he had just experienced, Ling Tianchen actually entered a state of deep meditation.

In the outside world, unknown to him, the Sea God's Pavilion meeting had already ended.

Although Qian Duoduo and Xian Liner, acting on Fan Yu's wishes, sternly demanded that Ma Xiaotao and Ling Tianchen be brought to justice, the title of Ultimate Ice was simply too resounding.

Apart from the two members of the Soul Tool Department and Elder Song, the remaining members of the Sea God's Pavilion unanimously approved Yan Shaozhe's confinement proposal.

After the meeting, Yan Shaozhe even obtained some special subsidies for Ling Tianchen from Elder Lin of the Treasure Pavilion. He was protecting his own to the extreme.

Ma Xiaotao woke up a week later, having gained greatly from this cultivation session.

At some point, her soul power had risen by a full rank, firmly reaching Level 64.

What made her even more incredulous was that the Evil Fire Phoenix bloodline had become slightly purer than before. For someone like her, who possessed a top-tier beast martial soul, the purity of her bloodline directly determined the upper limit of her martial soul's power.

The evil fire had also been temporarily suppressed, though that was not thanks to what she had swallowed.

Rather, while she was by Ling Tianchen's side, the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Bed had constantly helped him absorb the ice elements between heaven and earth, gathering them until they were nearly tangible.

If one looked from outside the Sea God's Pavilion, one could even see the ice elements forming a funnel-shaped vortex, a magnificent sight.

Although the vast majority surged toward Ling Tianchen, even the residual effects were enough to firmly suppress the evil fire within her body.

It could be said that she had benefited greatly from him over the past week.

Ling Tianchen's deep meditation lasted an entire month.

When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing that entered his vision was a pair of proud peaks.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Tianchen gave them a hard grab. He was the one who had suffered a loss, after all, so naturally he had to make up for it through other means.

"Hiss—what are you doing?"

Ma Xiaotao was abruptly interrupted in the middle of cultivation. She first glared angrily at Ling Tianchen, then suddenly sensed something and sharply turned her head toward the other end of the meditation chamber.

Yan Shaozhe was seated in a chair not far away, smiling as he watched them.

"Oh, Teacher, why are you here?"

Ma Xiaotao's cheeks heated rapidly. Instinctively, she shrank back and put some distance between herself and Ling Tianchen.

Ling Tianchen rose calmly and straightened his robes, his expression tranquil as though nothing had happened.

Yet inwardly, he cursed Yan Shaozhe, that old fox, several times. How long had he been sitting silently in the corner watching the show?

"Dean Yan, why are you here? Aren't we still in confinement?"

"Ahem, didn't you realize that a month has already passed? I came to inform you. Congratulations, your confinement is over. You may leave now."

Yan Shaozhe smiled faintly.

He had seen that scene just now with perfect clarity. Although Xiaotao had scolded him, her body showed not the slightest genuine resistance. Instead, it carried more of the air of flirtatious teasing.

As for that little fellow Ling Tianchen, he truly had remarkable composure. Even after being caught on the spot, his expression did not change. That steadiness surpassed his younger self by far.

It seemed his plan was progressing quite smoothly.

Xiaotao and Ling Tianchen had clearly already done something. They had reached the point where he could casually grope her chest.

Young people really were too quick with their hands. Back when he was young, even though he maintained relationships with several women at once, they had all been purely Platonic spiritual romances.

Getting handsy and all that was simply far too progressive in his day.