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

Chapter 451 Bibi Dong's Dilemma
The Papal Palace, inside Bibidon's bedroom.

Time passed slowly, and the room was unusually quiet.

Bibi Dong rested quietly against Dai Chengfeng's chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat. The sound seemed to have some strange magic, gradually calming her chaotic thoughts.

The playful fight had exhausted her energy and dispelled the last bit of embarrassment and awkwardness.

All that remains is a lazy, fulfilling sense of peace.

However, Dai Chengfeng's hand, which was wrapped around her waist, was not entirely at ease.

His fingertips would sometimes gently trace the graceful curve of her spine, sometimes unconsciously circle her smooth skin, and sometimes press her closer to him with a little force, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

Bibi Dong initially ignored Dai Chengfeng, but soon his little actions made her heart tremble, and a familiar, irresistible tingling sensation seemed to surge up from deep within her body.

She finally couldn't help herself, raised her eyes, and gave the man beside her a coquettish glare.

"Dai Chengfeng, can't you... just behave yourself?"

Her glare had no intimidating power; instead, her eyes sparkled with charm and allure.

Dai Chengfeng looked down at her, taking in her charming and coquettish appearance, and felt extremely fond of her.

He chuckled softly, a slight vibration emanating from his chest, his tone filled with mockery and self-righteous innocence: "Teacher, isn't this disciple being honest?"

As he spoke, he deliberately moved the hand that was wrapped around her waist, and gently pressed his fingertips against her sensitive side.

"If you were truly dishonest... would you still be lying here peacefully talking to your disciple?"

His gaze was pointed and intense, carrying an undisguised aggressiveness.

Bibi Dong instantly understood his subtext, and the blush that had just faded from her cheeks spread again, even tinging her neck with a beautiful pink.

She raised her hand, slightly embarrassed and annoyed, and pinched his chest lightly: "You're just making excuses! You got the benefit but are still acting innocent!"

"You...you are simply..."

She stammered for a long time, unable to find the right words to describe this rebellious student who always managed to easily stir up her heart. In the end, she could only glare at him reproachfully, turn her head away, bury her burning cheeks deeper into his chest, and mutter:

"...I absolutely despise you!"

That tone, that expression—where was the real disgust?

It was clearly the playful banter between lovers, carrying a coquettish complaint and an undisguised intimacy.

Dai Chengfeng naturally understood.

His smile grew even brighter. He lowered his head, taking advantage of the situation, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her soft hair. Inhaling the fresh fragrance of her hair, he sighed contentedly:
"To be 'disliked' by the teacher like this is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes."

Bibi Dong didn't reply, but simply nestled quietly against him.

The bedchamber fell silent once more.

However, her inner world was far from as calm as it appeared.

Resting her head on Dai Chengfeng's solid and reliable chest, feeling the warmth emanating from his body and his hand that was still gently roaming over her body with infinite affection, Bibi Dong's eyes gradually became complicated and dreamy.

What... have I become possessed?

She asked herself silently in her heart.

I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall, above all others, incomparably noble, ruthless, and in control of the life and death of countless people.

I am also his teacher...

But why... why did I inexplicably agree to his... that utterly despicable and absurd request today?
At this moment, Bibi Dong's mind uncontrollably recalled how he had coaxed and pleaded with her by the hot spring not long ago, how he had looked at her with those deep eyes, and how he had coaxed her into nodding in his deep voice.

And then she recalled how, on that very bed, she... fulfilled that "promise" that still makes her blush and feel utterly ashamed and indignant...

In the end, I actually... gave it to him...

Thinking of those extremely shameful images and sensory experiences, Bibi Dong felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her face, and a secret, incredibly shameful shiver rose from the depths of her body.

She shifted slightly, trying to dispel the erotic thoughts, but instead felt the comforting touch of the large hand behind her even more clearly. It's over.

She sighed silently in her heart.

Except for the last step, this body... seems to have truly surrendered completely, given entirely to him.

How could it have turned out like this? This completely deviates from my original plan and intention.

Thinking about it...

no! Absolutely not!
Bibi Dong shook her head violently, trying to clear her mind.

His gaze turned cold again.

There isn't a single good man in the world!

I was only using him, taking advantage of his talent, his potential, his feelings...

Yes! It's just exploitation!

Bibi Dong repeatedly reminded herself, trying to rebuild the dam with reason.

but……

The fact that I have lost control and composure in front of him time and time again, and even now, the state of comfortably resting in his arms... can it really be summed up by the word "exploitation"?
Bibi Dong is unaware of this.

This question lingered in her mind like a vine, leaving her feeling confused and uneasy.

Perhaps, in order to confirm her idea that she was "only using" Dai Chengfeng, Bibi Dong stopped thinking about those chaotic emotions at this moment.

Instead, they focused their attention on the ever-increasing power within themselves.

Currently, within her body, the power of Asura and the Rakshasa divine power she originally possessed seem to be in conflict, yet they have achieved a strange fusion and enhancement at a higher level, allowing her to clearly feel her strength increasing.

One slap could kill a hundred Dai Chengfengs, no problem at all.

Thinking about it, Bibi Dong smiled.

"What, teacher?"

Dai Chengfeng looked at Bibi Dong and asked curiously, "Why are you suddenly laughing so happily?"

"Fuck off!"

Bibi Dong didn't say that she had used Dai Chengfeng as a unit of measurement, but instead gave him a disdainful look.

She turned her back and ignored him.

Dai Chengfeng felt bewildered, but he didn't dwell on it and continued to gently toy with Bibi Dong...

I do not know how long it has been.

Amidst her inner struggle and the exhilarating increase in power, Bibi Dong felt the reassuring warmth and caress of that large hand. A wave of intense fatigue washed over her, making her feel drowsy.

Her breathing gradually became even and long, and her body became completely relaxed.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng seemed to notice Bibi Dong's change.

He looked down and saw that Bibi Dong in his arms had closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyes, and her lips were slightly pursed, as if she still had a trace of lingering gentleness and dependence that she herself was unaware of.

She's asleep...

Seeing this, Dai Chengfeng let her lie in his arms in the most comfortable position. He lowered his head and gently placed a precious kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Go to sleep, teacher..."

Whether she sensed his presence or heard his whispers in her dream, Bibi Dong unconsciously snuggled closer to him in her sleep, seeking a warmer and safer place.

Dai Chengfeng smiled silently, maintaining the embracing posture, and slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)