Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 802 A Squirtle Lost Its Dream

"Qingque?"

Gu Yuena's gaze fell on Qingque, and she could hardly contain her shock.

If it were Nasita who did this, she could understand, but when did Qingque get involved with Fusheng?

Beneath the tablecloth, two very different feet were still moving in a strange, unspoken harmony.

White-socked little feet carry a hint of playful mischief, while black-stockinged jade feet reveal a hint of restrained probing.

Nan Fusheng, sandwiched in the middle, straightened his back even more, and his breathing became a little rapid, but he insisted on maintaining an expressionless face, as if everything under the table had nothing to do with him.

The poor Squirtle, caught in a double attack, tried to tuck its head in, but seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, and could only maintain a half-exposed posture.

Two jade feet of contrasting styles brushed against its long neck from time to time, each touch causing its neck to tremble slightly, yet it could not break free and could only tremble in this sudden "favor".

Gu Yuena slowly straightened up, her fingertips gently smoothing the draped tablecloth. The coolness of the fabric seeped through her fingertips, but it couldn't suppress the surging heat in her heart. She sat back down, her gaze subtly shifting to Kiana beside her.

Kiana seemed to sense her gaze and immediately turned her head, a bright smile as radiant as the morning sun spreading across her face. The purity and liveliness in her eyes were enough to put anyone at ease.

If one hadn't witnessed what was happening under the table, no one would have associated this girl, who seemed as pure as the moon goddess, with the "squirtle who secretly bullied Nan Fusheng."

"She's really gone mad." Gu Yuena sighed silently in her heart, then couldn't help but turn her gaze towards Fors.

As Nan Fusheng's wife, Fors did not choose to sit next to Nan Fusheng when arranging the seats. Instead, she pulled Xu Xiaoyan to sit in a seat some distance away from him.

Gu Yuena hadn't paid much attention to this before, taking it as a casual arrangement. But after witnessing Kiana's actions and seeing Fors whispering and laughing with Xu Xiaoyan, completely unaware of the undercurrents beneath the table, a bold idea quietly sprouted in her mind like a vine.

Since Fors and she didn't get along well on a regular basis and often clashed, wasn't it only natural for her to secretly do something to get revenge?

Recalling the experience of having Nan Fusheng answer the phone and deal with that situation at the Mingdu Gymnasium last time, Gu Yuena's breath hitched slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.

The thrill of tentative exploration in secrecy and the succumbing to restraint still makes her heart flutter when she thinks about it.

Thinking of this, Gu Yuena glanced at Fors again without making a sound. Seeing that Fors was still focused on her conversation with Xu Xiaoyan and was completely unaware of the abnormality around her, the hesitation in her heart immediately disappeared.

Beneath the dining table, Gu Yuena gently kicked her right foot, the buckle automatically loosened, and her silver high heel slipped down, revealing a bare foot as white and tender as jade.

She wasn't wearing socks today; her fair, delicate feet were spotless, and her skin was as smooth as the finest mutton fat jade.

A perfectly applied layer of red nail polish made her long, shapely toes look like a row of sparkling rubies, gleaming alluringly under the dim table, every inch of her skin exuding a natural charm.

The divine-level spiritual power spread out quietly, like the finest silk thread, precisely manipulating the surrounding spatial elements.

A smaller and more concealed silver light gate than Kiana's quietly took shape beneath the dining table. The light at its edges was cleverly contained by her energy, almost blending into the shadows.

Immediately afterwards, that fair and delicate foot slowly rose and probed into the silver light gate.

Transcending the invisible boundaries of the gathering and the blind spots of the crowd, it landed with unparalleled precision on the hem of Nan Fusheng's clothes below his abdomen—forming a three-legged balance with Kiana's white-socked feet and Qingque's black-silk jade feet.

Gu Yuena sat upright in her seat, her face still showing that indifferent and aloof expression. Only her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the indescribable anticipation and nervousness in her heart at that moment.

"Jenny!"

Gu Yuena's fair, bare foot gently touched the Squirtle's protruding head. The cool touch made it instinctively shrink back, trying to retract its head into the safety of its shell.

Before He could complete the action, His head was gently encircled by five slender toes—the toes were painted with bright red nail polish, like five delicate flower petals, yet they held His head firmly in place with an irresistible force.

Gu Yuena could clearly feel that with the addition of herself as a third party, Kiana's white-socked feet and Qingque's black-stockinged jade feet paused noticeably, as if they reached some kind of tacit understanding after a moment of surprise.

Both feet moved back slightly in unison, giving up the most crucial central position. They neither provoked further nor chose to withdraw, but simply maintained a delicate distance, temporarily relinquishing control to this unexpected "guest."

"It seems they don't want to make a big deal out of it." Gu Yuena's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, her mood quite pleased by this unexpected "courtesy."

Her position was undoubtedly the best—the entire head of Squirtle was almost completely enveloped by the soles and toes of her feet, and every slight curl or stretch conveyed a precise sense of control.

Kiana and Aozora, as if they had reached some kind of silent agreement, each stepped back slightly, limiting their movements to Squirtle's long neck.

Kiana's white-socked little feet carried a lively energy, sometimes gently tracing the lines of her neck with her toes, sometimes lightly grinding with her heels, the playfulness in her movements was not diminished at all;
Qingque's black silk-clad feet maintained a restrained composure, but the subtle sound of the silk stockings rubbing against the skin of the glans conveyed an indescribable ambiguity, as if cautiously testing some kind of boundary.

Beneath the tablecloth, this hidden "struggle" continues.

Gu Yuena's fair, bare feet swayed slightly, her toes sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing, feeling the small, resilient struggle beneath her palms.

The Squirtle was clearly unwilling to be restrained like this, and tried several times to raise its head high, its shell slightly arched, as if to show its indomitable will to these "uninvited guests".

However, whenever He gathers strength and raises His head, Gu Yuena's soles will land at just the right moment, pressing down with just the right amount of force to easily suppress any resistance.

After repeating this several times, Squirtle's movements gradually became sluggish, its head drooping slightly under its bare feet, only occasionally trembling, like a deflated balloon.

Kiana and Aozora, standing nearby, didn't stop either. Their white ankle socks and black stockings acted like two moving barriers, firmly clamping down on Squirtle's neck from both sides.

The friction intensified and then eased, as if in coordination with Gu Yuena's movements, or as if engaging in a silent contest. Squirtle's long neck showed faint red marks under the double friction.

At the dinner table, Nan Fusheng's breathing became rapid for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it.

Gu Yuena had a barely perceptible smile on her lips, her gaze seemingly drifting towards Fors's direction.

Watching her chat happily with Xu Xiaoyan, her brows furrowed with the carefree air of "knowing nothing," a sense of revenge, tinged with a secret pleasure, surged through her heart like an electric current—the thrill of acting right under the other person's nose was exhilarating.

However, this pleasant feeling was not long before it was abruptly and violently interrupted by an external force.

The delicate balance that had been maintained by the "three-legged standoff" was suddenly disrupted by two new figures.

A jade-like foot wrapped in white silk and a small, delicate, fair foot forcefully squeezed into the cramped space, instantly disrupting the original layout. Fu Xuan, sitting beside Qing Que, maintained her posture of taking small bites of food, her expression as calm as an ancient well. However, if someone were to lean down and look closely, they would find that her cloud-patterned shoes had been casually tossed aside, leaving only one white-silk-clad foot firmly inside the shoe, while the other foot had long since disappeared—the answer was obviously hidden under the tablecloth.

Meanwhile, Naxida, who was standing next to Nan Fusheng, had quietly moved her chair closer. Her originally upright sitting posture had changed to a sideways sitting position, with her calves slightly tilted under her skirt. She had obviously joined this secret competition as well.

"who is it?"

Gu Yuena's heart skipped a beat, and her jade-like foot instinctively tried to pull back. In that brief moment of collision, she recognized Naxida's small foot—the tender skin and delicate contours were too easy to spot.

But the other, aggressively styled white silk foot aroused some doubt in her.

She glanced at Fors without making a sound, and saw that he was still laughing and chatting with Xu Xiaoyan, completely unaware of the commotion under the table. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was slightly relieved.

My gaze returned to the area under the table, where the details of that white silk-clad foot were clearly visible:
On the white silk as thin as a cicada's wing, there are golden patterns resembling the Big Dipper, interspersed with pink cloud patterns like nebulae. Through the gaps in the silk threads, you can vaguely see the tender white toes with pink nail polish inside, as exquisite as a work of art.

At this moment, the white silk foot was directly confronting Gu Yuena's bare foot, clearly aiming for Squirtle's head, determined to seize control.

"Hmph~" Gu Yuena snorted softly, the hesitation in her eyes instantly disappearing.

Since Fors was completely unaware, why should she feel guilty? Her bare foot, which had been slightly retreating, suddenly exerted force, regaining the high ground with a more dominant posture, pressing the sole of her foot firmly on Squirtle's head, declaring her dominance.

Bare feet and white silk-clad feet pressed together instantly, delicate skin touching smooth silk threads, two forces secretly vying for dominance, pushing and shoving each other, neither willing to give way easily.

As if stimulated by this opposing aura, Kiana's white-socked feet, Qingque's black-silk jade feet, and Narcida's delicate feet also immediately came to life.

The original "territorial divisions" that were originally fought separately have been completely broken. Five feet intertwine and collide in the narrow space, as if trying to re-establish a new order through this chaos.

Beneath the dining table, four long, slender legs and one short, thin leg were faintly visible in the shadows, sometimes avoiding each other, sometimes kicking and pushing each other, each trying to pin the other's feet down and fight for more space.

The playfulness of white socks, the cool elegance of black stockings, the delicacy of white stockings, the luster of bare feet, and the innocence of small feet, all transform into silent weapons at this moment, weaving a chaotic yet tacitly coordinated "war" in mid-air.

Each foot launched an attack on Squirtle's head, but they were unable to succeed due to the mutual restraint between them.

The poor Squirtle was trapped in the middle, sometimes held down by this foot, sometimes hooked up by that toe, its little head swaying from side to side under the pull of multiple forces.

"Jenny! Jenny!"

Under attack from multiple directions, Squirtle was clearly seriously injured. Its body trembled uncontrollably, and white foam appeared faintly from its mouth.

"!!!"

As if keenly sensing Squirtle's trembling, its five jade-like feet tacitly stopped fighting.

After a brief but tense standoff, Kiana and Qingque chose to land back on Squirtle's long neck, while Fu Xuan and Naxi Da chose to land where Squirtle's offspring were.

As is well known, turtles are oviparous animals.

Although the Squirtle in front of us is male, it carries two Pokémon eggs with it, which are obviously its offspring.

Fu Xuan landed next to the elf eggs, and with a gentle stretch of his thumb and toes through a layer of white silk, he firmly grasped one of the elf eggs in his palm.

"Jenny! Jenny!"

Squirtle desperately wanted to save its offspring, but it was too preoccupied with its own survival to protect the Pokémon eggs. This distraction also led to another Pokémon egg falling into Narcida's hands.

Under the pressure of five attacks, it was really difficult for such an ordinary Squirtle to put up an effective resistance.

However, even though Squirtle was in such a predicament, the five women still did not stop and continued to "torture" it in their own ways.

"Jenny!"

Squirtle clearly understood that it had no chance of escape and was about to fight back. A little water trickled from its mouth, indicating that it was preparing to use its special move, "Water Gun," intending to take its enemy down with it.

Just as Squirtle was gathering its strength, it keenly sensed that Fu Xuan and Narcida were slightly increasing the pressure on their toes as they held the Pokémon egg—a threat that was not concealed.

"Woo~"

But Squirtle was determined to fight to the death, so it wouldn't be bothered by such threats, and the high-pressure water gun continued to build up its power.

Finally, Squirtle opened its mouth, and a high-pressure water jet shot out. But it overlooked the fact that Kiana and Aozora were firmly holding its neck.

The two women exchanged a glance, then revealed a knowing smile. With a slight push of their feet, they completely changed the direction of the high-pressure water gun that Squirtle was spraying, aiming it directly at Gu Yuena's location.

"Puchi-"

Gu Yuena's expression froze instantly. As a reincarnated Silver Dragon King, the attack from a mere Squirtle could not cause her any real harm. However, the powerful high-pressure water jet spraying on her body still made her feel a strange itch.

Her bare feet, which were resting beneath the dining table, involuntarily curled slightly, and the warmth emanating from her soles brought a blush of embarrassment to her cheeks. The silver spatial portal closed silently, and Gu Yuena withdrew her jade-like feet.

"I'm going to the restroom." Gu Yuena stood up, said to everyone present, and walked straight out of the private room. The dampness under her feet did not affect her steps in the slightest.

Kiana, Qingque, Fu Xuan, and Naxida watched her departing figure, silently withdrawing their feet. Then, the four of them stood up at the same time and said in unison, "I'm going to the restroom too."

Although the high-pressure water guns were not primarily aimed at them, they were inevitably affected to some extent; they certainly didn't want to sit in their seats wearing sticky shoes.

"Ok?"

Xu Xiaoyan watched their departing figures, then looked at the dishes on the table, a look of confusion on her face. She asked in bewilderment, "These dishes shouldn't be greasy, so why are you all washing your hands?"

Her gaze swept back and forth between the half-empty seats and the food on the table, momentarily unable to comprehend this sudden situation.

(End of this chapter)