Bibi Dong instinctively tried to break free from Dai Chengfeng's embrace, but his arms were steady and strong.
She, a Titled Douluo, was actually "unable to escape."
In the end, Bibi Dong stopped struggling, but she still tried to maintain her dignity. "Nonsense!"
"I just told you to prioritize improving your strength, and now you're acting like this…"
However, before Bibi Dong could finish, Dai Chengfeng interrupted her.
Dai Chengfeng gazed intently into her deep purple eyes. "Teacher is right; becoming stronger is fundamental."
"But…"
"Teacher is different."
I'm different? How am I different? As a teacher? As the Pope? Or…
Bibi Dong didn't speak, quietly waiting for Dai Chengfeng to continue.
Dai Chengfeng continued in a low voice: "Obtaining a soul ring is indeed for the sake of becoming stronger, but if it ends up hurting you, even if it's not hurt, but… causing even a fleeting moment of reluctance..."
"Then I believe that spending time before leaving to soothe your emotions is equally important."
"Or rather…"
"You are more important!"
Bibi Dong froze momentarily, looking up at Dai Chengfeng.
"I'm… more important?"
Bibi Dong had forgotten how long it had been since she last experienced this feeling of being cherished and prioritized.
She had even thought she had grown accustomed to loneliness, burying all her softness deep inside…
But now, Bibi Dong realized that it was all just self-deception.
Despite being used to controlling everything, appearing cold to others, and suppressing all desires and emotions behind the mask of power, at this moment...
In the arms of this audacious disciple, listening to his "rebellious" yet heart-stirring words...
She felt her icy exterior rapidly melting away.
Her heart was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions—long-forgotten fluttering, indescribable grievances…
But above all, an uncontrollable desire to draw closer to warmth.
Her body relaxed slightly, leaning into Dai Chengfeng's embrace.
She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling faintly as they gently caressed Dai Chengfeng's cheek. Her gaze was hazy, carrying a vulnerable tenderness after being moved.
Her red lips parted, her voice hoarse and filled with allure: "…Kiss me."
"Kiss me."
These two simple words, spoken by the Pope who wielded supreme authority across the land, carried endless charm and temptation.
Dai Chengfeng looked at his usually noble and aloof teacher, now actively seeking a kiss, and felt an indescribable sense of conquest and affection welling up within him.
A mischievous smile curved his lips. He reached out again to pull her slim yet strong waist tightly against him, their bodies pressed closely together. Lowering his head, he breathed hot air into her ear:
"Since Teacher has so graciously invited me, then as your disciple... I shall humbly oblige!"
Before his words faded, he covered her inviting, soft red lips.
"Mmm~"
Bibi Dong let out a soft moan. Her hand, which had been lightly pressed against Dai Chengfeng's chest, unconsciously clenched the fabric of his shirt.
Tilting her head back, she accepted this almost possessive kiss. The crown on her head had tilted at some point, and a few strands of purple hair clung to her flushed cheeks. Her usually cold purple eyes shimmered with moisture, now filled only with haziness.
Dai Chengfeng's arms tightened around Bibi Dong, while his other hand gently cupped her elegant nape, applying slight pressure to bring her even closer.
For a moment, the room was filled only with heavy breathing and the sound of passionate kisses that made one blush and their heart race.
After what seemed like an eternity, until Bibi Dong felt she was struggling to breathe, she gently pushed Dai Chengfeng…
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng reluctantly pulled away slightly.
"Huff, huff, huff~"
Finally able to catch her breath, Bibi Dong's chest rose and fell as she inhaled fresh air. Her usual dignity was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes were tinged with an enchanting red flush, her gaze moist, her lips slightly swollen. She leaned limply against Dai Chengfeng, as if all her strength had been drained.
She even realized…
As she tried to steady her breathing and regain her composure as the Pope, she found it difficult even to stand upright.
Dai Chengfeng looked down at Bibi Dong, seeing her unprecedentedly alluring demeanor in his arms. His eyes darkened once more.
"Teacher…"
His voice was rough, laced with unfulfilled desire: "Seeing you like this makes me… unwilling to leave!"
Before his words faded, Dai Chengfeng leaned down again.
"Chengfeng… no…"
Bibi Dong weakly resisted, but her voice was as soft as a whisper.
Rather than resistance, it acted more like a catalyst.
"But Teacher… wasn't it you who commanded me to kiss you just now?"
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly in the hollow of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin, causing small goosebumps to rise.
"This disciple… is merely following your orders."
His words carried a hint of teasing, but his actions grew bolder.
His hand stealthily slipped into the wide sleeve of her papal robe, caressing her smooth, delicate arm.
And this time, Dai Chengfeng didn't limit himself to Bibi Dong's lips.
His fiery kisses trailed densely along her elegant jawline, moving down her pale, fragile neck, lingering over her exquisitely defined collarbone…
Soon, under Dai Chengfeng's intimate gestures, Bibi Dong felt her rationality completely crumbling.
She stopped suppressing herself, allowing herself to indulge, and began to actively respond to Dai Chengfeng's kisses. Her slender fingers entwined in his thick golden hair, pulling his head closer to deepen their connection.
The luxurious papal robe became disheveled, the collar slightly open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin…
When the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the tall stained-glass windows, casting warm spots on the cold floor of the Pope's Hall…
The room's steamy, heart-pounding intimacy gradually subsided.
Dai Chengfeng loosened his arms but still lingered, his fingertips gently caressing Bibi Dong's flushed cheeks.
Bibi Dong turned her head slightly, avoiding his overly heated gaze, taking a deep breath, and trying to straighten herself and tidy her disarrayed gown…
But a wave of weakness in her knees caused her to sway slightly.
"Teacher, be careful."
Dai Chengfeng's arms promptly wrapped around her again, his voice tinged with subtle pride and overflowing affection.
"…It's fine."
Bibi Dong steadied herself, forcibly composed herself, and pushed him away slightly to start tidying herself up.
Her magnificent papal robe was crumpled beyond recognition, her crown askew, and a few strands of purple hair damply stuck to her temples and cheeks.
As she used her fingers to comb her hair and attempted to reposition the crown symbolizing power and status, Dai Chengfeng reached out and gently held her hand.
"In front of me, Teacher doesn't need to do this."
Dai Chengfeng spoke softly, his gaze profound, "This way, you look even more beautiful."
Without the restraint of the crown, her waterfall-like purple hair cascaded down, softening her otherwise sharp features.
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