Zhou Yi, You Wouldn't Want Anything to Happen to Fan Yu, Would You? (Part One)

Xiao Dong made no effort to hide his gaze. Bold to the point of recklessness, he swept it over Zhou Yi's beautiful face, then let it travel down to the magnificent curves of her chest, still apparent beneath her loose robe. Having feasted his eyes, he curled his lips into a teasing smile.

"Tch. You're a ravishing little vixen to the bone, yet you insist on dressing yourself up as a vicious old dog with one foot in the grave."

"You little bastard, have you looked enough?!"

To be ogled so brazenly by a brat young enough to be her student made Zhou Yi's beautiful face flush crimson. A blaze of mortified fury rushed straight to her head.

Boom!

Two yellow, two purple, and two black Soul Rings erupted once more beneath Zhou Yi's feet.

"Get on your knees when you speak to me!"

With a shrill cry, Zhou Yi brought her palm down toward Xiao Dong's head as he leaned back in the cushioned chair. If she did not flay this foul-mouthed little bastard alive today, her name was not Zhou Yi!

Yet Xiao Dong showed no sign of rising in the face of her furious attack. He merely gave a cool snort.

"If you're not satisfied, go ahead and attack. I'll sit right here and let you make the first move."

The utter calm and contempt in Xiao Dong's words made Zhou Yi's pupils contract. Amid her raging anger, a deep suspicion suddenly arose.

Where was he getting that confidence?

But Zhou Yi was a veteran Soul Emperor who had fought through life-and-death battles. She gritted her teeth, and the trace of hesitation in her heart gave way to ruthlessness.

"You're putting on an act! Take this!"

Zhou Yi moved like lightning. Violent crimson Soul Power gathered in her fair palm, and before it even reached him, its sharp force tore through the air, bringing a scorching wave of heat. With savage, domineering force, she slammed it toward Xiao Dong's face!

Though she held back some of her strength to test him, the destructive power of this strike was several times greater than Wu Feng's immature attack at the city gate. Even an ordinary Soul King struck squarely in the face would have been left bleeding on the spot!

Facing the surging flames and fierce wind, Xiao Dong remained seated, his body utterly still. Only his lowered right hand moved, rising slowly. He opened his fingers into a palm and blocked straight ahead without the slightest flourish.

Bang!

A muffled blast shook the room!

Scorching air swept outward, shredding the carpet into charred scraps. Then a sight that nearly scared Zhou Yi out of her wits appeared before her eyes.

Her domineering palm strike, powerful enough to melt metal, hit the boy's seemingly soft, fair hand as though it had struck an immovable slab of divine iron.

Xiao Dong did not sway in the slightest. Even the cushioned chair beneath him remained intact. Zhou Yi, on the other hand, felt the recoil send aching numbness through her entire pale arm. Her blood and energy churned like an overturned river and sea, and she stumbled back several steps before barely regaining her footing!

What made Zhou Yi's scalp prickle even more was this:

Throughout the entire exchange, as he took her powerful strike head-on, the black-clad boy had not released so much as a trace of his Martial Soul. Not even half a Soul Ring had appeared beneath his feet!

No Martial Soul, no Soul Rings—he had taken a Six-Ring Soul Emperor's powerful blow with nothing but his bare palm!

Under the iron laws of the Douluo Continent, only one thing could produce such an absurd sight: the gulf between their Soul Power and combat strength was simply impossible to cross!

"Y-you... what kind of monster are you?!"

Zhou Yi drew a sharp breath and clutched her trembling arm. All the earlier ferocity and arrogance had vanished from her beautiful, mature face, leaving it deathly pale. Horror filled her eyes as she blurted out the question.

Xiao Dong casually shook out his hand. That roguish, wicked smile that set Zhou Yi's heart racing still hung on his lips. He leaned forward slightly, his dark gaze roaming freely over the pale curves of her chest as they trembled with fear.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, that felt rather soft. Your strength, though? Feeble as a little woman who hasn't had her fill to eat."

At his teasing words, fury blazed in Zhou Yi's eyes. Her full figure heaved, setting off waves of movement that made the heart pound. This time, however, she bit down hard on her red lip and forced back the curses rising in her throat.

She was no fool. As a teacher at Shrek Academy, she understood the situation better than anyone. The mysterious black-clad boy's strength was terrifying. Even if Fan Yu came, he might not gain the upper hand!

Suppressing the storm in her heart, Zhou Yi took a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell as she stared fixedly at Xiao Dong and spoke in a dry, low voice.

"What exactly do you want? Stop circling around it and tell me your real purpose!"

The quiet hall had taken on a strange, stifling air.

The pallor had yet to fade completely from Zhou Yi's beautiful, mature face. Her eyes stayed locked on Xiao Dong as he reclined in the cushioned chair, her heart full of wariness and doubt.

Faced with Zhou Yi's question, delivered as though she were confronting a mortal enemy, Xiao Dong merely stretched lazily and leaned forward. A faint, well-hidden dark-red gleam flashed once more in the depths of his black eyes.

His see-through vision silently activated again.

The loose white robe covering her mature figure swiftly vanished from Xiao Dong's sight.

Patches of soft, delicate skin, white as fine mutton-fat jade, dazzled his eyes. Her black lace undergarment barely covered her heavy, generous breasts, and the deep cleft between them shifted with her rapid breathing. Her taut, rounded legs traced a tempting curve that sent blood surging.

Xiao Dong made no attempt to conceal his gaze as he looked the voluptuous beauty up and down. A faintly wicked curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, you asked what I want. The answer is simple: I want you to submit to me completely."

Xiao Dong's voice, calm yet domineering, rang out in the silent room.

"What?!"

Zhou Yi's body jolted, and her eyes widened. Then her mature, beautiful face flushed crimson, like a ripe peach, as shame and anger flared in her heart.

A moment earlier, she had sensed that the boy's gaze possessed some kind of magic, as if it had stripped every piece of clothing from her body. The feeling of being seen through without the slightest cover raised fine goosebumps across her skin.

But after considering every possibility, she had never imagined that this mysterious boy, whose terrifying strength might surpass even Fan Yu's, had gone to such lengths to corner her simply because he coveted her body!

"You shameless little bastard!"

Zhou Yi gritted her teeth, her chest rising and falling as she rebuked him angrily. "With abilities as unfathomable as yours, what kind of young maiden could you not find on the Douluo Continent? Why must you come after a married woman like me?!"

"Young maidens may be pure and lovely, but how could they compare to a ripe beauty like you, who knows how to care for a man?"

Xiao Dong smiled casually, his gaze sweeping over the alluring blush on her face. "Shrek Academy has plenty of geniuses, but a mature beauty like you, Teacher Zhou Yi—exceptional in looks, figure, and charm—must be as rare here as a phoenix feather or qilin horn."

Such almost naked praise and teasing made Zhou Yi's heart skip a beat. Amid her anger and shame, an intensely complicated feeling stirred beyond her control.

For years, to avoid criticism from the Outer Academy's students and uphold the so-called rules, she had worn that hideous, disgusting mask like old tree bark and played the fierce old hag. Even her husband, Fan Yu, devoted himself entirely to developing Soul Tools. He was always indifferent to her, cold to the extreme.

She had lost count of the cold nights she had spent alone in that empty bed.

Even when Fan Yu occasionally came home, he saw only the harsh persona she deliberately put on. Little of the tenderness and passion of their youth remained between them.

And now, after years of neglect, someone had seen through her disguise at a glance. This domineering, stern, powerful young man had openly desired and praised the mature body no one had cherished in so long. For a moment, an almost imperceptible ripple spread across the long-dried, stagnant waters deep in her heart.