Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 357 Paying Homage to Bibi Dong

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng subconsciously looked in the direction of the Papal Palace. Under the bright moonlight, the majestic and sacred palace appeared so awe-inspiring...

But a playful smile appeared on Dai Chengfeng's lips.

In my mind, I subconsciously recalled that stunningly beautiful and noble figure.

"Master... your disciple will go and pay his respects to you now..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with a hunter's light. Without further hesitation, he strode forward, disappearing alone into the shadows of the Spirit Hall's nighttime lights, heading towards the Papal Palace, the very heart of power.

Meanwhile, deep within the Papal Palace, in the study.

Behind the enormous desk, Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall sat regally, her posture elegant and noble. Before her lay piles of documents that required her to review overnight, and the lamplight cast flickering shadows on her exquisite face.

She had specifically instructed that no one was to serve her in the study tonight and that no one was to disturb her.

The study was unusually empty and quiet, but this quietness made her restless, and there seemed to be a trace of imperceptible irritation hidden in her purple eyes.

Suddenly, she looked up and glanced at the hourglass beside her.

Then her gaze unconsciously drifted to the closed door in front of her, before she forced herself to look away and focus on the scroll in front of her, but she couldn't read a single word.

Why hasn't he come yet today?

A thought popped into my head uncontrollably.

"Could it be... because I scolded him too harshly yesterday? That's why he's afraid to come?"

However, at this moment.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

Three knocks, neither too loud nor too soft, sounded on the door.

In this excessively quiet study, it appeared exceptionally clear.

Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat without warning, as if something she had been waiting for had finally arrived, and the frustration was instantly suppressed by another inexplicable emotion.

"Who?"

"Teacher, it's me."

Dai Chengfeng's familiar voice, tinged with a lazy smile, came from outside the door.

Sure enough it was him!

A fleeting joy, which Bibi Dong herself was unwilling to admit, passed through her heart, but it was immediately covered by a strong sense of self-control.

What... what's wrong with me?
I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall, a being who controls the life and death of countless believers. How could I feel joy because of Dai Chengfeng's arrival? It's utterly absurd!
Thinking it over, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all her emotions, making her voice sound cold and indifferent:
"Come in."

The door was pushed open silently, and Dai Chengfeng walked in.

Immediately, he closed the door behind him, the latch clicking softly.

"What are you here for?"

Bibi Dong seemed oblivious to Dai Chengfeng's subtle movements, merely raising her eyes slightly to coldly question him.

Dai Chengfeng did not answer directly, but instead naturally walked around behind the huge desk and stood behind Bibi Dong.

"It's so late and you still have to work hard. Teacher, being the Pope must be really tough."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng raised his hands and placed them steadily on Bibi Dong's slender yet soft shoulders.

"I was worried that you were working too hard, so I came to massage your shoulders to help you relax." Dai Chengfeng's long, strong fingers, warm to the touch, precisely massaged several acupoints on Bibi Dong's shoulders.

With just the right amount of force and skillful technique, a warm sensation that made one involuntarily relax instantly seeped into Bibi Dong's body through the magnificent papal robes.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened for a moment the instant Dai Chengfeng's hands fell, but quickly relaxed again.

She did not stop them, but her gaze remained fixed on the unmoved scroll in front of her, her delicate chin slightly raised in an arrogant arc.

"Haha~"

Bibi Dong sneered, her voice carrying its usual authority, but lacking the coldness she had shown outside the door earlier. "You rebellious disciple, you'd be so kind as to come all this way so late just because you're worried about me getting tired?"

"I'll be thankful if you don't cause me any trouble."

Although she said that, Bibi Dong's body honestly responded to Dai Chengfeng's large hands that were massaging her. The fatigue that had accumulated from sitting for a long time and being upset actually melted away quickly under his fingers.

Dai Chengfeng smiled, not paying any attention, and lowered his head, his warm breath intentionally or unintentionally brushing against Bibi Dong's hair by her ear.

From this angle, he could clearly see her graceful neckline, her delicate, porcelain-like skin glowing with a lustrous sheen in the candlelight, and her long eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath her eyelids. Her profile, which was feigning indifference, revealed a breathtakingly fragile beauty.

Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, and the playfulness in his eyes intensified.

"Teacher, you're wronging me!"

Dai Chengfeng's voice deepened, becoming magnetically husky, as if whispering in her ear, "I'm genuinely worried about your hard work, teacher. Otherwise, please tell me..."

"What can I possibly do for you, coming here so late?"

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Dai Chengfeng but didn't answer. After all, she knew the answer, but how could she say it?
Bibi Dong ignored Dai Chengfeng and continued to review the documents with her head down.

Dai Chengfeng stopped speaking, and the study fell silent for a moment.

Time passed second by second, but Dai Chengfeng's massage continued without stopping, and he even paid more attention to the area around her neck.

However, his other hand began to wander quietly, as if it were just an unintentional slide down along the beautiful shoulder line, his fingertips brushing against the smooth fabric with a subtle, teasing sensation, touching the rounded shoulder and gradually getting closer to the even more alluring curve of the back.

Bibi Dong's hand, which was reviewing the scrolls, suddenly stopped!
She could clearly feel Dai Chengfeng's large "massaging" hands sliding down from her shoulders and neck to her collarbone, and continuing to slowly rub downwards with a probing air...

Bibi Dong felt a tingling, electric-like sensation surge up her spine to her scalp, causing her to tighten her grip on the quill pen, her knuckles turning white.

She felt her breathing quicken uncontrollably, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

"This little bastard!"

Bibi Dong knew she should immediately reprimand this audacious little rascal and make him stop!
Can……

Thinking that Dai Chengfeng was so late today, it was probably because I was too strict with him last night.

For a moment, for reasons unknown, Bibi Dong's red lips twitched slightly...

In the end, however, she did not speak. Instead, she focused her gaze on the scroll in front of her again, trying to remain calm, as if she had not noticed Dai Chengfeng's subtle actions at all.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng took in Bibi Dong's subtle reactions.

Seeing that Bibi Dong remained silent, the flame in his heart burned even more fiercely...

"My teacher is really a hypocrite!"

Dai Chengfeng smiled inwardly, and his hands began to go even further... taking advantage of the situation.

(End of this chapter)