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

Chapter 473 Am I More Important? A Touching Bibi Dong

Bibi Dong subconsciously tried to break free from Dai Chengfeng's embrace, but Dai Chengfeng's arms were steady and strong.

This titled Douluo was actually 'unable to break free'.

In the end, Bibi Dong stopped struggling, but still tried to maintain her dignity, saying, "Nonsense!"

"I just told you that you should prioritize improving your strength, and this is what you've done..."

However, before Bibi Dong could finish speaking, Dai Chengfeng interrupted her.

Dai Chengfeng stared intently into her deep purple eyes. "Teacher is right. Becoming stronger is the fundamental thing."

"but……"

"The teachers are different."

Am I different? How am I different? Am I a teacher? A pope? Or...?

Bibi Dong remained silent, waiting quietly for Dai Chengfeng to continue.

Dai Chengfeng continued in a low voice, "It is true that we acquire spirit rings to become stronger, but if it makes you sad, teacher, even if it is not sadness, there will be a moment of reluctance."

"Then I think it is equally important to take the time to calm your mind before leaving, Master."

"Or……"

"You are more important!"

Bibi Dong paused for a moment, then looked up at Dai Chengfeng.

"Am I more important?"

Bibi Dong had forgotten how long it had been since she had experienced this feeling of being cherished and given priority.

She even thought she had grown accustomed to loneliness, accustomed to burying all her tenderness deep within her heart...

But now, Bibi Dong understands that all of this was just self-deception.

Although she was used to being in control, used to appearing indifferent, used to suppressing all her desires and emotions behind the mask of power, at this moment...

Nestled in the arms of this audacious disciple, he listened to his "rebellious" yet deeply moving words.

She felt her icy shell rapidly melting away.

My heart was filled with mixed emotions: a long-lost flutter of excitement, and an unspeakable sense of grievance...

But more than anything, it's an irrepressible longing to be close to warmth.

Her body relaxed slightly, and she leaned into Dai Chengfeng's arms.

She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly as she gently stroked Dai Chengfeng's cheek, her eyes glazed over, revealing a vulnerability born of emotion.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice husky and seductive: "...Kiss me."

"kiss Me."

These two simple words, spoken by the all-powerful Pope, are imbued with endless charm and allure.

Looking at the teacher in front of him, who was usually noble and aloof but was now taking the initiative to kiss him, Dai Chengfeng felt an indescribable sense of conquest and affection.

A wicked smile played on his lips as he reached out again to embrace her slender yet strong waist, pressing them tightly together, and whispered warm breath in her ear:

"Since Master has so kindly invited me, then this disciple... will respectfully accept!"

Before he finished speaking, he covered those two alluring, soft red lips with his own.

"Hmm~"

Bibi Dong gave a soft hum, and her hand, which had been lightly resting on Dai Chengfeng's chest, unconsciously tightened its grip on the fabric of his clothes.

Head tilted back, enduring this almost predatory kiss, the teacher's crown had somehow become askew, a few strands of purple hair clung to her flushed cheeks, and her usually cold purple eyes were now shimmering with tears, leaving only a hazy look.

Dai Chengfeng's arm was tightly wrapped around Bibi Dong, while his other hand stroked the back of her elegant neck, applying slight pressure to bring her closer to him.

For a moment, the only sounds in the air were rapid breathing and blush-inducing kisses.

After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong felt as if she couldn't breathe properly, so she gently nudged Dai Chengfeng... Only then did Dai Chengfeng reluctantly step back slightly.

"Huhuhu~"

Finally able to catch her breath, Bibi Dong's chest heaved as she breathed in the fresh air. Her usual majesty vanished, her eyes were flushed with a captivating redness, her gaze was moist, her red lips were slightly swollen, and she leaned softly against Dai Chengfeng's chest, as if all her strength had been drained away.

She even discovered...

She tried to calm her breathing and regain her papal dignity, but she found it difficult to even stand up straight.

Dai Chengfeng looked down at Bibi Dong's unprecedentedly alluring demeanor in his arms, and his eyes darkened once again.

"teacher……"

His voice was terribly hoarse, filled with lingering longing: "Seeing you like this, your disciple... is truly reluctant to leave!"

Before he finished speaking, Dai Chengfeng had already bent down again.

"Chengfeng... goodbye..."

Bibi Dong gave a slight refusal, but her voice was so weak it was like a whisper.

It's more accurate to call it a catalyst than a rejection.

"But teacher... just now you ordered your disciple to kiss you, didn't you?"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly at the nape of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin, causing tiny goosebumps to rise.

"This disciple... is merely following Master's orders."

His words carried a hint of mockery, but his actions became increasingly bold.

His hand quietly slipped into the wide sleeve of her papal robe and caressed her smooth, delicate arm.

Moreover, this time, Dai Chengfeng's actions were no longer limited to Bibi Dong's lips.

His passionate kisses traced a delicate line down Bibi Dong's beautiful jawline, across her fair and delicate neck, lingering on her slightly protruding, exquisite collarbone...

Soon, under Dai Chengfeng's affectionate actions, Bibi Dong felt her rationality completely collapsing.

She no longer suppressed her feelings, letting herself indulge in them, and began to actively respond to Dai Chengfeng's kisses. Her slender fingers slipped into his thick blond hair, and she pressed his head towards her, making their breaths even more intertwined.

The magnificent papal robes were now disheveled, the hem slightly open, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin...

As the last rays of the setting sun shine through the tall stained glass windows, casting warm patches of light on the cold floor of the Papal Palace.

Inside the room, the blush-inducing, heart-pounding ambiguity gradually subsided.

Dai Chengfeng released his arm, but his fingertips still lingered on Bibi Dong's flushed cheeks.

Bibi Dong slightly turned her head to avoid the overly intense gaze, took a deep breath, and tried to straighten her body and tidy her disheveled long skirt...

But a soft, yielding sensation came from the back of her legs, causing her to sway slightly involuntarily.

"Teacher, be careful."

Dai Chengfeng's arm wrapped around her again at just the right moment, his voice carrying a hint of smugness and overflowing affection.

"...It doesn't matter."

Bibi Dong steadied herself, forced herself to remain calm, pushed him away slightly, and began to tidy herself up.

His magnificent papal robes were wrinkled beyond recognition, his crown was askew, and a few strands of purple hair were damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead and cheeks.

As she combed her hair with her fingers, trying to straighten the crown that symbolized power and status, Dai Chengfeng reached out and gently pressed her hand down.

“A teacher need not act this way in front of his students.”

Dai Chengfeng spoke in a low voice, his gaze deep, "This way, it's even more beautiful."

Freed from the constraints of her crown, her cascading purple hair cascaded down, softening her otherwise sharp features.

(End of this chapter)