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

Chapter 437 A Forced Kiss in the Papal Palace

Bibi Dong's eyes widened slightly, her purple pupils filled with tension.

Although she was used to kissing Dai Chengfeng, or even more intimate contact, this was, after all, the Papal Palace, not some private place, and the two of them were standing in the center of the Papal Palace.

Therefore, Bibi Dong instinctively began to struggle, pushing against Dai Chengfeng's firm chest with both hands, trying to break free from Dai Chengfeng's restraint.

however……

Dai Chengfeng sensed Bibi Dong's resistance, but he showed no intention of letting go of her; instead, he kissed her even more deeply.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong could only turn her head away.

She was breathing heavily, trying to calm her turbulent breathing and heartbeat.

Her amethyst-like eyes were veiled with tears, and when she glared at Dai Chengfeng, there was a hint of barely perceptible panic amidst her anger.

"Dai Chengfeng! You...you don't even know where you are! You...don't go too far!"

Bibi Dong's voice was slightly breathless as she tried to maintain her dignity, but her lips, moist and glistening from the kiss, diminished that dignity.

"Teacher, where did I go too far?"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, his fingertips gently brushing across Bibi Dong's flushed cheeks, feeling the slight warmth beneath her delicate skin.

Instead of backing away, he moved even closer, almost touching her earlobe, his breath hot: "Don't worry, didn't you just ask Senior Ghost to leave and specifically instruct that no one be allowed to come in and disturb us?"

"It's safe here..."

"And when you issued such an order... didn't you anticipate that something might happen?"

"you!"

Bibi Dong was speechless, and her cheeks felt even warmer.

When she gave that order, she really wanted to isolate him from the outside world and properly "interrogate" this traitor. Who would have thought... it would become his reliance for acting recklessly!

That cunning little rascal!

Bibi Dong was about to retort, but Dai Chengfeng had already given her no chance.

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head again and kissed her lips, sealing away all the unfinished rebukes between his teeth.

"Well……"

At first, Bibi Dong pushed Dai Chengfeng's shoulder with her hand, and her fingertips even dug into his clothes with a little force.

But gradually, the force of the hands that were pressing against Dai Chengfeng's shoulders dissipated, and his tense body softened little by little.

It seems that she tacitly approved of Dai Chengfeng's gentle intrusion.

Sensing Bibi Dong's change, Dai Chengfeng smiled, and his kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and intense.

Soon, Bibi Dong's consciousness gradually blurred in this dizzying intimacy. Finally, the hand that had initially been pushing away quietly wrapped around Dai Chengfeng's neck and began to respond to him skillfully.

Her response was undoubtedly the best catalyst.

Dai Chengfeng tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer into his embrace, kissing her more passionately and intensely.

For a moment, the spacious and solemn Papal Palace was silent, with only the sounds of Dai Chengfeng and Bibi Dong's increasingly rapid breathing and ambiguous kisses echoing softly.

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After a long while, until Bibi Dong was completely out of breath, the two finally separated.

At this moment, Bibi Dong lay in Dai Chengfeng's arms, breathing heavily, her beautiful face flushed with a captivating blush. Her amethyst-like eyes were shimmering with tears, the cold questioning and authority from before long now shattered by the lingering kiss, leaving only a hint of dazedness and a forced composure.

She regained some strength only after her breathing became less rapid.

She raised her hand and wiped her slightly swollen lips with the back of her hand, trying to erase the ambiguous moisture and Dai Chengfeng's scent.

At the same time, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his somewhat disordered soul power fluctuations and heartbeat. He attempted to restore his usual clear and cold voice, but it inevitably became slightly hoarse.
"...Enough! You unfilial disciple, you've kissed me, you've hugged me, now...it's time to get out!"

She rose from Dai Chengfeng's embrace, avoiding his smug smile, and instead fixed her gaze on the heavy doors of the Papal Palace, emphasizing in her voice:
"I have important matters to discuss with the elders of the Douluo Hall in a little while, I really don't have time to fool around with you anymore!"

However, Dai Chengfeng seemed to be rooted to the spot. Instead of leaving, he grinned and took another step closer, almost touching Bibi Dong's back, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

"Teacher, are you sending me away already? I haven't had enough time here yet."

Bibi Dong suddenly turned around, her eyebrows raised, and her soul power fluctuated faintly, carrying a threatening meaning:
"Dai Chengfeng! If you don't get out of here, believe me, I'll really throw you out!"

Her words were filled with murderous intent; if an ordinary Title Douluo had heard them, they would probably have been terrified.

But Dai Chengfeng seemed not to have heard the threat at all. Instead, he leisurely walked to the chair next to him, sat down very naturally, and even adjusted himself into a comfortable position.

He raised his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on Bibi Dong:
"Teacher, if you're really willing to do it, then go ahead and do it."

"This disciple will not retaliate and will submit to the master's disposal."

"you!"

Bibi Dong was furious. She raised her finger and pointed at Dai Chengfeng, a faint wisp of soul power even gathering at her fingertip, the purple light dancing on her fingertip.

But clearly, Bibi Dong felt that Dai Chengfeng in front of her was just a little rascal.

He repeatedly challenged her bottom line, repeatedly defied her authority, and committed all sorts of rebellious and treacherous acts.

But rather...

She seemed unable to bring herself to hurt Dai Chengfeng.

Every instance of anger and reprimand seems to eventually evolve into another form of indulgence.

The light of soul power condensed at his fingertips flickered uncertainly.

Finally, Bibi Dong flicked her hand, and that glimmer of soul power vanished instantly.

She sighed helplessly, her tone filled with a compromise she herself was unaware of:
"Dai Chengfeng, what do you want from me before you leave?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng reached out and embraced Bibi Dong's slender waist. With a slight pull, he drew the unsuspecting Pope into his arms, making her sit sideways on his lap.

This posture was extremely intimate and possessive, and Bibi Dong instinctively tried to struggle to get up:

"How dare you! You..."

Before she could finish speaking, Dai Chengfeng lowered his head and his warm lips precisely captured her delicate and sensitive earlobe, his teeth gently grinding against it.

"Um……"

A strong tingling sensation instantly shot from her earlobe throughout her body, causing Bibi Dong's body to tremble violently. The rebuke that was about to come out of her mouth instantly turned into a suppressed groan.

The hand that had been trying to push him away suddenly lost its strength and softly rested on his shoulder.

"Teacher...do you still remember what I've always wanted to do?"

Dai Chengfeng breathed warm air into Bibi Dong's ear, his voice deep and full of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)