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

Chapter 560 Bibi Dong's Temptation, Shock (3)

"Well……"

Bibi Dong's body stiffened abruptly, her beautiful eyes widened again, and her mind went blank.

But soon, the familiar touch and scent made her realize...

That little rascal! He's using this as an excuse to cause trouble again!

And this is what I taught you? You clearly knew how to do it all by yourself...

A wave of shame and annoyance washed over her, and she symbolically raised her hand, gently pushing against his firm, broad chest.

But the scorching heat from her palm and the strong heartbeat made her weak strength seem so futile and... a mixture of resistance and acceptance.

The initial reproach and symbolic resistance quickly vanished under Dai Chengfeng's skillful and lingering offensive.

Bibi Dong felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained away by the kiss.

Her body was far more honest than her stubborn mouth; her arms around his neck tightened involuntarily, and her hands, which had initially been pushing him away, now gripped his shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She began to respond awkwardly and hesitantly, but gradually became more enthusiastic, with soft and alluring sobs escaping her nose.

Inside the bedchamber, the morning tranquility, just broken by the startling news, was once again enveloped by an even richer, more enchanting atmosphere.

Sunlight filters through the window curtains...

The faint sounds of water and suppressed breathing were particularly clear and alluring in the silent air.

Dai Chengfeng's hands also began to wander.

His hand, which had been around her waist, began to gently caress her smooth, delicate back skin. The touch was like the finest silk, making him linger there.

With his other hand, he quietly slipped under the quilt that barely concealed the spring scenery and precisely covered her...

"Um……"

The sudden attack made Bibi Dong tremble violently, and a suppressed sound escaped from her throat.

She wanted to stop him, but the intense feeling surged through her body like an electric current, making her weak and powerless, and she could only cling even closer to Dai Chengfeng.

The brocade quilt slipped completely off, piling up around her waist, fully exposing her flawless upper body.

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After a long while, until both of them were almost suffocating, Dai Chengfeng reluctantly released the lips that had been ravaged and were now even more swollen and moist.

Bibi Dong's breathing was disordered, her upper body heaved violently, and her cheeks were flushed red, the color spreading all the way down to her neck.

Her purple eyes shimmered with tears, veiled in a misty haze of emotion. Her former majesty had vanished, leaving only the coquettish charm of being cherished and a hint of shyness.

She leaned weakly against Dai Chengfeng's chest, her toes curled up.

She raised her slightly weak hand and lightly punched his chest in embarrassment and annoyance, her voice soft and sweet, utterly devoid of any threat:

"You unfilial disciple...you...all you do is bully your master..."

Dai Chengfeng licked his lips smugly, as if savoring the wonderful moment, a satisfied yet mischievous smile on his face, just like a cat that had just successfully stolen some fish.

Instead of restraining himself, he held the soft, fragrant body in his arms even tighter, lowered his head and bit her reddened earlobe, whispering:
“How can this be called bullying? It’s clearly because the teacher taught well… The students are just putting into practice the results of the teacher’s ‘teaching by example’.”

He deliberately emphasized the phrase "teaching by example," implying something was amiss.

"You! You're just making up stories!"

Bibi Dong was furious, utterly ashamed by his shameless remarks, yet powerless to do anything about it. This rebellious disciple always managed to completely destroy her pride and dignity.

Dai Chengfeng felt the softness and slight trembling of the woman in his arms, and knew that she was not really angry, but just shy and needed a way to save face.

He stopped "bullying" her and gently stroked her fragrant hair with his chin, while his large hand gently and slowly stroked her back, as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

The bedchamber fell silent again, with only the gradually calming breathing of the two and the mingling of their heartbeats.

Bibi Dong still had many questions about Dai Chengfeng's inexplicable level increase, such as what kind of soul beast was sacrificed.
What are the details of the battle with the Dark Demon God Tiger?
What is his sixth soul skill?
But at this moment, nestled in this warm and reassuring embrace, feeling this forbidden yet real tenderness, those problems seem less urgent.

At least at this moment, she was no longer the Pope Bibi Dong who had to bear the weight of the entire Spirit Hall, who had to constantly scheme, and who was as cold and hard as iron.

All of this was brought to her by this seemingly respectful but actually audacious and miraculous "rebellious disciple".

"Next time... don't take such risks again."

After a long while, Bibi Dong buried her face in his chest and mumbled something.

Dai Chengfeng tightened his arms around her. "Okay, I'll listen to you, teacher. I'll try my best not to worry you in the future."

The sunlight moved quietly, spreading from the bedside to the center of the carpet.

Dai Chengfeng stopped talking and simply held the gradually relaxing body in his arms, his large hand patiently stroking her smooth back.

Bibi Dong's tense nerves gradually relaxed in this reassuring rhythm, surrendering her entire weight to the strong chest behind her, and even unconsciously rubbing her cheek against it to find a more comfortable position.

After a long while, this warm tranquility was broken by Dai Chengfeng, who whispered in Bibi Dong's ear, his breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe:

"teacher……"

"Ok?"

Bibi Dong responded lazily, her voice rising slightly at the end.

"Let's skip those tedious official duties today, okay? Take a day off and go shopping with me." Dai Chengfeng's voice was coaxing.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened, and the misty look in her eyes was quickly replaced by reason.

She gently straightened up from his embrace. Although her body was still sore, the demeanor and sense of responsibility befitting a pope had returned.

She turned to face him, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing slightly, and gave Dai Chengfeng a sidelong glance—a glance that was a mixture of charm, helplessness, and a hint of reproach.
"Nonsense."

"I am the Pope, how can I neglect my duties for the sake of comfort?"

"There are still several important documents to review today, and I also need to personally preside over the regular meetings with several bishops."

Her rejection was expected, but Dai Chengfeng was not discouraged. Instead, he moved closer, almost touching her nose, and used a slightly coquettish and playful tone, looking at her with bright, sparkling eyes:
"Just one day!"

"Just take a day off, it's not like the sky is going to fall."

"What's wrong with letting the subordinates handle those matters first, or postponing them for a day?"

"To put it lightly."

"The Pope's unexcused absence is outrageous! If word gets out..."

"Oh, my dear teacher,"

Dai Chengfeng interrupted her, a sly and slightly roguish smile spreading across his face.

"Who says the Pope can't have days off?"

"Can't we just not tell anyone?"

(End of this chapter)