"Boom!"
It was like a bolt of thunder striking out of nowhere, detonating deep within the Sea of Consciousness!
At that very instant, Zhou Yi's expression shifted drastically.
"No... Don't! What are you trying to do to me?! Get out! Get the hell out of my mind!!"
A shrill, piercing scream echoed wildly inside the Sea of Consciousness, while Dongfang Hao's overwhelmingly massive will transformed into an indestructible carving knife. It brutally tore through all of Zhou Yi's psychological defenses, directly reshaping the nerves deep within her brain!
"From this day onward, I... am the only master of your life!"
"Everything about you-your body, your soul, even this skin you wear-belongs entirely to me!"
"As for that Shrek Academy and the so-called Fan Yu... if I command you to betray them, you shall draw your blade against them without the slightest hesitation. Do you understand?!"
The cold and merciless voice sounded like the mandate of heaven, branding itself fiercely into the deepest roots of Zhou Yi's soul!
Not only that, but accompanying the forced tampering of her spirit, Zhou Yi's perceptions were also forcibly reversed. Dongfang Hao's presence was completely idealized in her subconscious into that of a supreme, omnipotent heavenly deity and the absolute master of this delicate body.
"Ah, ah, ah-!!"
The violent conflict caused Zhou Yi's delicate body to convulse and tremble wildly, two lines of tears-filled to the brim with utter shame and humiliation-streaming down the corners of her eyes. Yet, no matter how desperately she struggled and resisted, under the crushing weight of such absolute dimensional force, her once-firm Dao heart ultimately collapsed with the force of an avalanche!
Resistance, disintegrated!
Submission, yielded!
A mere few breaths later.
The rebellious aura that had originally enveloped Zhou Yi's body quietly dissipated into nothingness.
When Dongfang Hao withdrew that trace of oppressive and tyrannical Divine Sense, the malice and cruelty within the eyes of this terrifying, vicious female fiend of the Outer Court had vanished completely.
Replacing them was an unprecedented fanaticism, docility, and an infatuation that ran deep into her very marrow!
Though her body remained frozen in place, her two previously tightly clenched palms loosened unconsciously. Even her breathing grew somewhat disordered and tender, the whole person exuding the ultimate mature, alluring charm of one who had been thoroughly tamed.
"Heh... It seems the effect of the taming is even better than I imagined..."
Staring at the dramatically altered expression of Zhou Yi before him, the corners of Dongfang Hao's mouth hooked upward, a satisfied smile blooming across his face.
His large hand reached out without the slightest hesitation, landing heavily upon Zhou Yi's slender, fleshless waist. Then, with a flex of his arm, he pulled her tyrannically into his embrace!
"Mm-hnh..."
Her mature, soft, and delicate body crashed into the youth's embrace without the slightest resistance, forcing a sweet, alluring, and tender groan from Zhou Yi's lips. Her pretty face flushed as red as blood, yet far from pulling away, her pair of long, warm, jade-white arms instead wrapped around Dongfang Hao's waist with complete naturalness and obedience.
Not only that, but her hidden, stunning, mature-woman visage lifted slightly at this moment, her beautiful eyes shimmering with moisture as she gazed at the youth with a gaze full of reverence and infatuation. Lowering her head submissively, she spoke in a soft voice:
"Ma... Master, it was Yi'er who was rude just now and offended Master. I beg Master... not to be angry..."
Listening to this skin-tingling, humble form of address, Dongfang Hao burst into hearty laughter. His hand slipped unceremoniously down from her waistline, fiercely grabbing, kneading, and fondling that astonishingly plump and upturned curve, driving the woman in his arms into a series of breathless pants and weakening her limbs before he finally pulled his hand back with satisfaction.
"Not bad. As long as you know your place."
Dongfang Hao's gaze then narrowed slightly as he recovered his serious demeanor, his palm brushing across his Storage Soul Tool.
"Hum!"
With a faint flash of light, that pitch-black, archaic piece of Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue abruptly appeared in the center of Dongfang Hao's palm.
"Listen well. My coming here today was not specifically to deal with a cheap maid like you."
Dongfang Hao handed the Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue in his hand over to Zhou Yi, a deep and unfathomable curve touching the corner of his mouth as he instructed faintly:
"Keep this piece of whale glue safe. Once you return to the Class One classroom later, call that youth named Huo Yuhao out alone..."
"And then, hand this thing over to him!"
Receiving that rough-textured, black crystal from Dongfang Hao's hand, a trace of doubt flashed across Zhou Yi's eyes.
With her level of insight, it was naturally difficult for her to tell at a single glance what sort of divine object this thing-encased in countless black impurities-actually was.
However, after her cerebral nerves had been thoroughly reshaped, the present-day Zhou Yi harbored absolute obedience toward the black-robed youth standing before her.
Let alone ordering her to give this seemingly ugly stone to Huo Yuhao, even if Dongfang Hao were to command her right now to burn the Shrek Outer Court to ashes with a single fire, she would not frown so much as an inch!
"Yes, Master. Yi'er understands..."
Zhou Yi carefully stowed the Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue away into her Storage Soul Tool, her beautiful eyes lowering slightly as she bit her lower lip, replying in a voice that was tender and tingling to the bones.
However, after accepting the task, this woman who usually possessed the majesty of a fiend in the Outer Court did not immediately turn and leave.
Rubbing her two long, taut, and rounded fair legs together, Zhou Yi's stunning face flushed with a scorching crimson that threatened to drip blood.
Her beautiful eyes swimming with moisture, her hand trembling slightly, she actually grabbed hold of Dongfang Hao's lapels.
"Ma... Master..."
Zhou Yi panted repeatedly, her breath as scorching as a blazing fire, her body falling limply and uncontrollably into Dongfang Hao's embrace.
That pair of full, proud, and mature rounded mounds pressed closely against the youth's chest. Within her bewitching phoenix eyes lay an undisguised, overflowing desire and pleading expression.
"Yi'er... Yi'er feels so empty inside... so cold... so lonely..."
"That piece of trash Fan Yu, aside from tinkering with those pieces of junk soul tools on ordinary days, simply... simply doesn't know the first thing about serving a woman..."
"I beg Master to pity Yi'er, and properly cherish Yi'er's body..."
Words that could melt the bones, paired with that mature, delicate body ignited by a blazing fire, were truly bewitching to the extreme.
Faced with such temptation, even an expert whose willpower was as unyielding as a boulder would likely find their blood surging and boiling away at this moment.
Gazing at the woman in his arms who was actively seeking affection like a starved female beast, Dongfang Hao could not help but let the corners of his mouth hook upward.
Back when he forcibly tamed Zhou Yi's neural memories and soul, he had casually planted countless methods of supreme bliss and a near-pathological sense of servitude deep within her Sea of Consciousness.
One could say that the current Zhou Yi had long since been remolded by him into an absolute, tailor-made plaything.
However, meals had to be eaten one bite at a time, and with so many eyes and ears around the plaza at present, this was clearly not an appropriate place to engage in such water-and-fish intimacy.
"Crack!"
A crisp, resounding slap suddenly echoed through this quiet corner.
Dongfang Hao's large hand unceremoniously landed a fierce smack right on Zhou Yi's plump, upturned, rounded buttocks. The sheer force of it wrung a soul-stirring, tender groan from the lips of the beauty in his arms, her entire body growing so weak and sore that she nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Audacious."
Looking down condescendingly at the mature woman, Dongfang Hao's expression remained entirely flat as he said coldly.
"My grand meal isn't something that can be handed out to you casually like this. First, get the proper business I've entrusted to you done."
"If there's free time in the future, there will naturally be no shortage of my favors and graces. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. Yi'er was wrong. Yi'er will obey Master's commands in all things..."
Although the evil fire burning within her body was excruciatingly uncomfortable, upon being reprimanded like this by Dongfang Hao, Zhou Yi not only felt zero resentment, but the sense of pleasure derived from being enslaved grew even more intense deep within her bones. She replied with a slight tremor coursing through her delicate frame.
Reluctantly withdrawing herself from the youth's embrace, Zhou Yi forcefully suppressed the desire raging inside her, her jade-white hands straightening her ruffled lapels and strands of hair.
"Whoosh!"
With a movement of her figure, she transformed into a somewhat hurried blur, rapidly streaking away in the direction of the Freshman Class One teaching building.
"Hoo..."
Watching Zhou Yi's departing back, Dongfang Hao finally let out a long breath, brilliant motes of light flashing within his deep pupils.
"With this chess piece settled, next, I just need to quietly wait for the system to trigger a critical strike yielding a hundred-thousand-year whale glue..."
"Still, now that the foundation of my physical body is settled, I need to carefully plan out my soul rings as well..."
The soul power within Dongfang Hao's body had already firmly stabilized at the level of a Level 23 Soul Grandmaster.
According to conventional logic, he should also be heading out to hunt for his second soul ring.
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