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Chapter 52: Drawing the Sword
Chapter 52: Drawing the Sword
Her long, black hair, damp and silky, fell loosely around her, with droplets of water trickling down the strands, eventually disappearing into the deep, mysterious valleys of her soft, porcelain-like skin. Her delicate eyebrows curved like willow leaves, framing a stunningly beautiful face that could only be described as dazzling. Her red lips were slightly parted, and her expression held a hint of confusion and bewilderment.
The sharp, petite fangs peeking out from between her lips added a touch of dangerous allure to her appearance, and her cat ears twitched slightly atop her head. Ning Fengwan's face gradually flushed a charming shade of crimson.
With her hands covering her chest, and her long, platinum-ringed cat tail growing from her tailbone, she wrapped it around Xue Jing's head, blocking his vision.
"Don't look!" she exclaimed, her youthful voice carrying a hint of sob.
Xue Jing fell silent.
He could feel the smooth, soft sensation of her tail rubbing back and forth across his chest, a sensation that was both fuzzy and tingly. Xue Jing's expression turned strange.
While he wasn't looking anymore, it seemed that looking wasn't the main issue at hand.
After a moment's thought, Xue Jing spoke up, his voice calming, "Ms. Wan, calm down. I didn't see anything."
Seeing that his eyes were indeed blocked by her tail, Ning Fengwan gradually calmed down.
"...”
But soon, she realized something even more mortifying.
The sensation of her tail stroking against him sent shivers down her spine, an electrifying feeling that made her heart flutter.
"Mmm..."
Xue Jing's expression turned even stranger as he heard the peculiar sound escaping from her.
"How did it suddenly change back?" Ning Fengwan muttered through gritted teeth, her face a picture of annoyance.
"It might have been an accidental trigger of the transformation condition of this divine artifact," Xue Jing replied, his voice calm but with a hint of uncertainty.
Despite his efforts, his voice still carried a hint of that strange feeling.
His heart was racing.
At the peak of his quasi-adolescence, his body was like a piece of paper, easily ignited with just a touch, making it difficult to suppress his desires.
A trigger condition?
Ning Fengwan, blushing with embarrassment, tried to recall the events that had just transpired.
She had taken off his glasses, and then...
She had felt something for him. Just a tiny, minuscule bit...
And then she had turned back into a human? What kind of ridiculous trigger condition is that? Am I the protagonist of some erotic cat-girl fantasy from the Lower Realm? Ning Fengwan's mouth twitched as she thought about the anime she had been watching recently, which had enlightened her on many things.
Now that she was back in human form, what about her cat ears, fangs, and tail?
Damn that 'god' and the ridiculous legacy he left behind!
"...”
"You..." Ning Fengwan suddenly reached out and slapped Xue Jing, her anger getting the better of her.
"Don't you dare have any dirty thoughts! This was just an accident!"
She noticed that the holy sword had... been drawn.
"This isn't something I can control," Xue Jing said calmly.
He paused for a moment before continuing, "But... if you don't get off me soon, I won't be able to control more than just that."
Ning Fengwan: "...”
"Hmph, then I'll move my tail, but you have to cover your eyes with your hands..."
Xue Jing nodded.
Ning Fengwan carefully placed her hands on the edge of the bathtub, preparing to stand up.
However, another unexpected event occurred.
Perhaps due to her agitated state or the remnants of shower gel on the edge of the tub, as soon as Ning Fengwan pushed herself up, her palm slipped.
She fell back into the tub, creating a splash of water.
To make matters worse, for some unknown reason, Xue Jing's body felt slippery, and Ning Fengwan found herself sliding down further...
"Mmm..."
"Ah..."
Xue Jing drew in a sharp breath.
"Teacher Wan..."
Ning Fengwan was on the verge of a total breakdown, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean to..."
Xue Jing trembled as he covered his eyes with his hands. His voice shook as he said, "I know... Please just leave now."
"Or else, I might not be able to let you leave at all."
Seeing Xue Jing's veins popping out and his body seemingly on the brink of breaking free from the restraints of his quasi-adolescence, Ning Fengwan felt a twinge of fear. She quickly got up and fled the bathroom as if her life depended on it.
"...”
As the door closed, silence fell upon the bathroom.
Xue Jing sighed and tried to calm the restless energy within him.
But he couldn't find peace; the holy sword's edge was as sharp as an AK-47 and even harder to suppress.
He reached down and gently touched his chest. It felt sticky and slimy, perhaps from the remnants of the shower gel or something else.
Xue Jing's expression turned strange.
...
In a hidden basement somewhere in the South District, a tall and muscular man with a weathered face, Jiao Hongyuan, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the center of the basement.
There was a massive 'nest' that stood four meters tall. It resembled a hive, but its color was a pale cyan, and its surface undulated like flesh, pulsating like a heart from time to time, emitting a dull thud.
"Kala."
A panel above the basement was pushed open, and a figure with a bandaged head and a cane descended the stairs.
Jiao Hongyuan turned to glance at him, and upon seeing his appearance, asked with a furrowed brow, "Kaiping, what happened?"
Leaning on his cane, Duan Kaiping bowed with difficulty and said, "Greetings, Master."
He hesitated, his face filled with dilemma as he recounted the events of how he had gone to look for Lou Huiying but ended up being ambushed, and how she had ultimately knocked him out.
Jiao Hongyuan knitted his brows.
"Didn't I tell you to lay low and not cause any trouble lately? Are you deaf?"
Under the sweep of Jiao Hongyuan's icy gaze, Duan Kaiping felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Cold sweat drenched his body, and he quickly knelt, enduring the pain in his thigh.
"Master! I was wrong!"
He swallowed hard, feeling as if an extremely sharp dagger was drawing across his neck, its cold light ready to sever his head with ease.
After a long while, the icy gaze softened, and Jiao Hongyuan said indifferently, "Forget it, you may rise now."
"Yes." Duan Kaiping breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, only then noticing that he was soaked in sweat, and a puddle of water had formed beneath his feet.
"How's 'Number One' doing?" Jiao Hongyuan abruptly asked.
Duan Kaiping quickly nodded, "I just checked on it in the cage. It's already bigger than a dog, and its growth rate is terrifying."
As he mentioned 'Number One', a shudder ran through his body, and goosebumps covered his skin.
It wasn't fear of its power or anything else, but a pure psychological resistance to its appearance.
Jiao Hongyuan nodded.
"Number One is just an experiment, and the proportions aren't perfect yet. The Sky-Dwelling Worm Mother can still give birth to better offspring..."
"However, it seems that the Kangde Company wants to test its effectiveness first. We'll release it once it's fully grown."
Duan Kaiping bowed respectfully, "Yes."
...
(End of Chapter)
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