Afraid He Might Get Off on It

Every punch sent waves rippling outward.

Standing nearby, Du Bei stared dumbfoundedly, amazed by such ample assets. As expected of Zhu Zhuqing!

Zhu Zhuqing herself hurriedly raised a hand to stop her.

"Xiao Wu, stop hitting..."

"Well then, you two keep fighting. I'm leaving first..." Unable to bear it any longer, Du Bei vanished in a flash.

"..."

Inside Bibi Dong's secret chamber.

He wiped his nose and, seeing that he had not embarrassed himself, immediately sighed in relief.

"Having outsiders around is such a hassle."

Suppressing his agitation, he went to the table beside him, sat down, and poured himself a glass of water to calm his nerves.

He had only taken a sip.

When footsteps sounded from the doorway.

He looked toward the sound.

"Bibi Dong? How did you get in here?"

Upon hearing Du Bei's question, Bibi Dong merely rolled her eyes at him and silently came over to sit beside him.

Then she unceremoniously held out her hand.

"Lend me the Magic Mirror. There's something I want to ask."

Faced with Bibi Dong's matter-of-fact demand, Du Bei set down his teacup and raised a brow at her.

He forcibly pressed her jade-like hand onto the table.

Du Bei's fingers stroked across it, his pinky repeatedly hooking her palm as he said meaningfully,

"Hey, hey, hey. Do you have to be so rude?"

"And what's with that mistress-of-the-house act? Are you getting ready to give in to me? The kid said you already..."

He left the rest unsaid, merely lowering his gaze.

Bibi Dong's already rosy cheeks instantly flushed scarlet. She slapped away the hand on top of hers.

"Can you have some shame? I merely can't lay a hand on you because of the group rules."

"You really think I've taken a liking to you? Fool!"

Her gaze immediately turned as sharp as knives.

She fiercely glared at the man before her, looking at him as though he were some disgusting insect.

As she spoke, Bibi Dong rose to her feet. The authority unique to a Pope radiated from her, her lofty presence bearing down on the man before her.

She wanted to use it to intimidate this arrogant bastard.

Unfortunately, it might have worked on other people.

But for Du Bei, whose tastes were far too extensive, this was no different from getting him off~

"Oh~ That look of disgust!"

"This feels so good!"

Bibi Dong frowned, her face immediately filling with revulsion.

She could no longer maintain her Pope's bearing. Her body instinctively recoiled in fear, and she took two steps back.

Crossing her arms over her chest.

"Y-You... do you have no sense of shame at all?"

"You..."

She still wanted to say something...

But remembering Du Bei's reaction just now, Bibi Dong immediately forced herself to hold it in!

She was afraid of getting this pervert in front of her off.

"Oh~"

"My darling, what are you afraid of?"

Du Bei stood and walked toward Bibi Dong, a mysterious smile spreading across his face as he did.

Bibi Dong felt a chill run through her at the sight.

Goosebumps rose all over her body. She hurriedly grabbed the scepter beside her and held it out before herself.

She even shouted fiercely,

"Bastard, don't come near me!"

"Stay where you are! Don't you dare..."

"..."

"..."

Du Bei sat comfortably at the bedside, tossed a few goji berries into his teacup, and took a huge gulp!

A blissful expression immediately appeared on his face~

"Ah, refreshing~"

On the other side of the bed.

"Bastard! Give me the Magic Mirror already!"

"Then get the hell out immediately!!!"

Listening to the pleasant final notes by his ear, Du Bei's expression did not change in the slightest. Instead, he picked at one ear, pretending not to hear.

Then he held his hand up before his eyes.

Putting on a wistful expression.

"As expected of the Pope's tutelage. I thought this world didn't have furnace cauldrons, but it turns out they're still somewhat useful."

"She force-fed me all the way to level 40."

He had originally planned to hunt soul rings once he reached level 30. Now this was perfect—he could take care of level 40 at the same time.

Just as Du Bei was still smugly savoring his triumph.

Bibi Dong silently crept up behind him. Seeing that the man before her was still ignoring her, rage surged from her heart, and evil rose in her guts!

She followed her heart's desire.

Opening her silver-white teeth, she viciously bit down on Du Bei's... shoulder!

She even infused the bite with soul power!

She was clearly aiming to bite straight through. She held nothing back, and the force of her bite showed just how determined and ruthless Bibi Dong was!

She was practically trying to kill him!

"..."

"..."

Looking at Bibi Dong in that state.

Wearing a worried expression, Du Bei hurriedly reached out and pushed her away, shouting in a full, resonant voice!

"Stop fighting! I'm really afraid I'll beat you to death!"

"I surrender! I surrender, I surrender! Bibi Dong... Your Holiness the Pope... Your Majesty the Empress..."

Unfortunately, Bibi Dong's fury did not stop because of Du Bei's pleas. Instead, it only grew fiercer.

Bibi Dong slightly parted her lips!

"Soul Skill O! Eternal Defiance! Live Toward Death!"

Seeing Bibi Dong unleash her ultimate move!

Even if Du Bei still wanted to hold back, he could not. He could only grit his teeth and summon his wooden staff martial soul, holding it upright before himself!

Even then, he continued trying to persuade her!

"Bibi Dong, I really don't want to hurt you! Stop! You can't withstand this move! Your eyes are already rolling back..."

Bibi Dong said nothing and simply kept attacking!

She completely ignored Du Bei's warnings, convinced that she could win, would win, and definitely had to win!

Then, the amplification of soul power in her hands grew increasingly stronger!

Seeing this, Du Bei knew he could no longer hold back!

He could only roar with the determination to die!

"Soul Skill I! Heaven-Piercing Staff Strike! Break for me!!!"

The instant their attacks collided!

The secret chamber was plunged into darkness!

It was as though the chamber's owner had personally expanded her home-field advantage in pursuit of victory!

Du Bei's response, meanwhile, was to adapt to all changes by remaining unchanged! He simply raised his wooden staff! One move to conquer immortals!

He let Bibi Dong seize every advantage of the terrain!

"Heh!"

"Come on!"

"..."

The battlefield returned to silence, and the lights came back on.

The secret chamber was littered with ruins.

As though it had endured an endless storm!

Amid the shattered floor.

Du Bei looked at Bibi Dong's figure and could not help standing up, clasping his hands behind his back as he sighed,

"It's already impressive that you managed to fight me this far."

"I acknowledge you as the strongest!"

Bibi Dong, lying on the ground and barely clinging to life, stared blankly at that figure.

She murmured with a hollow laugh.

"Such a mere Soul King... with that physical constitution! Just how much soul power... do you still have left?"

"I clearly... had so much!"

Faced with Bibi Dong's question, Du Bei did not answer. He merely turned to look at her.

Then he posed a question from the depths of his soul.

"You can't imagine my limits!"

"No one in this world except the readers can defeat me! Not even if you're a Titled Douluo!"

Bibi Dong, barely clinging to life, laughed when she heard that.

With difficulty, she rolled over.

Her vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling of the secret chamber.

She muttered,

"I never thought getting you to take me would be so difficult... I should've just endured it once."

"Ah..."

That long sigh contained every hardship.

"Still, I have to ask."

"Why did you come to me on your own? You were clearly protected by the group rules. Could you at least resist a little? I couldn't even do it a second time..."