Tang San Cries! Is Little Third Sister a Masochist?!

"Thanks for going easy on me, Boss Tang San."

Lin Wu leaned close to her ear and chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against the girl's sensitive earlobe.

"Looks like the position of Dorm Seven's boss needs a new occupant."

Tang San's ears instantly turned bright red, and for the first time, her normally cool eyes showed flustered panic and the confusion of defeat.

She bit her lower lip, turning her head away in unwillingness. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"I... I lost."

Watching Tang San, who had been cutting down all opposition just moments ago, now curl up in his arms like a kitten caught in a hunter's trap and admit defeat—

Lin Wu felt utterly refreshed, laughing wildly in his heart.

He had finally unlocked Tang San's defeat cutscene!

Not only had she lost the match, but her wrist was still locked behind her in Lin Wu's arms. Tang San's petite body rose and fell violently.

She gritted her teeth, but a trace of stubbornness flashed through her eyes.

She had admitted defeat with her words, but was Tang San really someone who gave up so easily?

Though she was trapped by the Waist Bow, her hands had not stopped moving!

Even while pinned down tightly, she secretly activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track beneath her feet.

Taking advantage of the gap created by Lin Wu's close proximity, she drove an Iron Knee fiercely toward his abdomen!

This move was extremely well concealed, and it was a vicious close-combat technique of the Tang Sect.

However, she was facing a Soft Bone Rabbit with a full hundred thousand years of cultivation before taking human form!

When it came to close combat and skeletal flexibility, no soul beast in the world could surpass one!

"Third Sister, that's not very obedient. If you admit defeat, you should follow the rules properly.

How can you keep cheating? Naughty children need a spanking!"

A mischievous smile curled across Lin Wu's lips, while his gaze instantly turned incomparably sharp.

In the very instant before Tang San's knee struck—

Lin Wu twisted sideways at an outrageously exaggerated angle, as though he had no bones at all!

Not only did he effortlessly evade the knee, his arm also coiled around Tang San's slender waist like a vine!

Waist Bow activated!

The core instinct of a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit erupted. Lin Wu pushed off with his feet and directly launched Tang San's petite body into the air!

Tang San only felt the world spin around her as she completely lost control of her balance.

Before she could react, Lin Wu had already executed an exceptionally standard grappling throw in midair—

Overhead Hook! Throw!

Bang!

With a dull, heavy crash, Tang San was slammed hard against Dorm Seven's solid floor!

Lin Wu dropped to one knee, locking Tang San's arms tightly above her head. His tall, lean body completely shrouded her beneath his shadow.

The entire sequence flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water, so fast that the surrounding students did not even have time to cry out in surprise.

This was pure physical domination, absolute grappling suppression!

"Mm..."

The sharp pain in her back and the humiliation of being completely subdued made Tang San let out a muffled groan.

Her petite body trembled slightly, and a thin mist of tears instantly filled her eyes.

Crystal teardrops clung to her long lashes, her eye sockets were red, and she looked pitiful beyond words, like a little daisy ruthlessly battered by a violent storm.

Since her birth, with the Tang Sect's secret arts at her disposal, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

Tears welling in her eyes, Tang San instinctively raised her head, intending to glare fiercely at this brute who had no sense of restraint.

However, the instant her gaze met Lin Wu's, Tang San froze.

The boy above her was breathing lightly. Beneath his tousled bangs were a pair of striking black eyes brimming with heroic spirit.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, outlining his tall and powerful figure.

The sense of formidable strength and masculine vigor radiating from him rushed at her without reservation.

It was strength beyond that of his peers, a nearly domineering majesty and boldness.

Tang San's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The grievance, embarrassment, anger, and unwillingness in her heart seemed to be swept away by an invisible wave of heat in that instant.

She stared blankly at the handsome boy pinning her down from above.

Feeling the blazing warmth emanating from him, all she could hear was the frantic, deerlike pounding of her own heart in her chest.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

A little girl who had been raised as a blacksmith's daughter and was accustomed to strength and independence—

For the first time, she felt the shock of being conquered by absolute power from someone her own age.

There was no contempt, no holding back—only overwhelming domination and conquest.

So strong...

And so handsome...

On top of the inexplicable fondness she had already felt toward him—

At this moment, an unfamiliar feeling she had never experienced before quietly broke through the soil of her young heart.

Tang San's pretty face turned crimson at a visible speed, the flush spreading all the way to her ears and fair neck.

She pressed her lips together. With tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, she turned her face away awkwardly, and even her breathing became hurried.

Looking at the little girl in his arms, who had been so proud just moments ago but was now teary-eyed and bashfully flustered from being beaten—

A satisfied, wicked smile rose uncontrollably onto Lin Wu's lips.

"Well, Boss Tang San~? Are you willing to give me the position of Dorm Seven's boss... or not?"

Lin Wu raised an eyebrow and looked down at the bashful, conflicted little girl in his arms, unable to stop himself from muttering inwardly.

After that heavy throw, Tang San had been left sprawled on the floor.

Crystal tears hung from the corners of her eyes, and her body twitched now and then. She looked utterly pitiful.

Lin Wu brushed the dust from his hands, preparing to rise gracefully after finishing his move and strike a handsome pose.

However, when he lowered his head with a smile and prepared to pull Tang San up from the floor, the sight before him made him freeze instantly.

Because he carried the inheritance of the God of Love, Lin Wu was exceptionally sensitive to all emotions, attraction, and affection in the world.

At that instant, through the divine perception granted by the God of Love, he clearly "saw" something utterly absurd—

The petite Tang San lying on the floor had tears in her eyes and red-rimmed sockets.

Yet deep within those watery black eyes, pink hearts were actually popping out one after another!

Those pink hearts looked as though they were about to gush straight from her eyes, enveloping her entire body in a thick, unbearably sweet atmosphere!

The smile on Lin Wu's face instantly froze, and a huge bead of cold sweat silently slid down from his temple.

He had punched her into sprouting hearts?

This little Tang girl... could she be a hidden masochist?!

He had not held back at all with that Waist Bow throw. An ordinary girl would have been crying her eyes out, screaming for her parents, and hating him to death.

But not her. Though she had been beaten until tears filled her eyes, not only was she not angry in the slightest—

She had even fallen for him at first sight because he had utterly crushed her?!

Under Lin Wu's strange and teasing gaze, Tang San felt her pretty face grow so hot it seemed ready to smoke.

She panted softly with her lips pressed together, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. She wanted to argue, yet could not even manage a complete sentence.

The little heart racing in her chest pounded as if it were about to leap from her throat.

"Y-you... let go of me first..."

Tang San's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, carrying a hint of tears and an indescribable coquettishness.

She turned her face away in panic, not daring to meet Lin Wu's heroic eyes at all.

Seeing this, Lin Wu's wicked smile deepened, though inwardly he was sweating profusely.

Tang San, oh my god, you're scaring me.

Lin Wu slowly released Tang San's wrist, stood up, and reached down to pull the petite girl from the floor in one swift motion.

Once she had steadied herself, Tang San lowered her head awkwardly and straightened her slightly rumpled skirt and clothes.

Only then did the surrounding students snap out of their stupor. One by one, they stared wide-eyed at Lin Wu, their gazes filled with awe.

Even the powerful little girl had been subdued in a single move by this boy. Who would dare question his position as Dorm Seven's boss now?

"Looks like... no one has any objections."

Lin Wu glanced around the room, dusted himself off, and spoke casually.

"From today onward, I am Dorm Seven's boss."

"As for Tang San..."

Lin Wu turned to look at Tang San beside him, who was still wiping her tears away, her pretty face flushed red and faint pink bubbles still seemingly lingering in her eyes.

He winked teasingly.

"You'll just have to settle for being my little number two. How about it?"