Shrek Academy.
Girl's dormitory, Ning Rongrong's room.
The beautiful young heiress of Seven Treasures Sect curled comfortably on her small bed, when she felt a distinct shift in the surrounding spiritual presence.
Her classmates, Xiao Wu, Tang San, and Dai Mubai, who had left with the dean earlier when she brought Kazui back to her dorm, has returned.
And Oscar, who was forced to run another twenty laps, returned as well.
Although, the dean himself and the fatty Ma Hongjun didn't return.
Ning Rongrong sat up abruptly, standing up and immediately wincing slightly as a lingering, dull ache shot through her groin.
It was the residual pain from her 'friendship of thighs' activity with Kazui earlier. She got so excited that they can meet again that she completely let herself loose, and now it's all coming back to bite her.
She ignored the pain and looked across the room, and there, she saw Kazui, was still wide awake.
He was seated at her small wooden desk, bathed in the soft, focused light of a small, glowing gem she used as a nightlight.
He was meticulously writing in a thick, leather-bound notebook.
Hissing softly at the pain, Ning Rongrong put on the clothes she had discarded for their friendship of thighs and went to him, peering over his shoulder to see what held his attention.
Kazui looked up, his brown eyes bright and innocent, and offered her a sweet, easy smile. "You're awake, Rongrong! Are you hungry? I know a place in the city that's still open even at this hour."
Ning Rongrong shook her head, her attention glued to the page. "I'm fine. What are you writing, Kazui? Is it some sort of kido incantation?"
Kazui gently tapped the notebook with his pen.
"Oh, this? It's a diary," he explained, a shade of wistfulness in his tone. "I wanted to record everything I've experienced in this world. The Spirit Masters, the animals, the Academy, and especially the people. I need to keep a record before my parents finally find me and pick me up."
Ning Rongrong watched him, a thoughtful look crossing her features. Perhaps she, too, should begin chronicling her adventures—especially the ones where she got to humiliate high-level Spirit Masters.
It sounded like fun.
She smiled and patted his shoulder gently.
"Good luck with your diary, Kazui," she said, giving him a playful wink. "I'm going to go see why those big 'monsters' just came dragging themselves back here in the middle of the night."
Kazui hummed, dipping his head as he returned to his careful script, waving her goodbye without looking up. "See you, Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong padded quietly down the dark dormitory corridor.
As she neared the main entrance, she spotted a cluster of figures—her classmates—standing awkwardly, with the atmosphere being thick with residual tension.
Dai Mubai stood with his back rigid, his powerful shoulders hunched in simmering rage.
Facing him, her delicate frame radiating cold fury, was Zhu Zhuqing.
"This is ridiculous, and you're fifteen years old? You make me sick." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was low but biting.
"Oh, and you're so pure?" Dai Mubai retorted, venom dripping from his voice. "Don't pretend you haven't been waiting for an excuse to run off!"
Zhu Zhuqing's glare was like ice daggers, and without any words, she turned sharply and sprinted off into the darkness, leaving a trail of frigid silence behind her.
Ning Rongrong, hidden in the shadows of the doorway, covered her mouth, fighting back a surge of hysterical laughter.
This is the self-proclaimed 'Ladies Man?' The Evil Eye White Tiger, the famed heir to the Star Luo Empire's throne(Ning Rongrong knew about it due to his surname and spirit), couldn't even manage one complex young lady!
Wasn't he supposed to be the paragon of masculine charm and experience, yet he drove his own fiancée away in a public argument barely even a day after meeting her again.
Lame.
She approached the group, letting a cascade of laughter spill into the strained silence.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Dai Mubai all turned to her, their expressions ranging from exhausted to annoyed.
Dai Mubai, his face still red with indignation from the argument with Zhuqing, glared at her. "What's so funny, Ning Rongrong? You think this is a joke?"
Ning Rongrong tossed her long hair over her shoulder, her smile mocking and utterly contemptuous.
"Funny? It's hysterical! You call yourself a ladies man? A 'God of Affection'?" She let out another peal of laughter. "My dog could pull a bitch better than you could handle one young lady! Truly pathetic, Dai Mubai!"
Dai Mubai's temper, already frayed from the intense training and the fight with Zhuqing, snapped.
His golden eyes narrowed into slits of pure fury.
"Shut your mouth, you little tramp!" he roared, taking a threatening step forward. "Others might be afraid of your pampered little background, but I'm not! Keep insulting me, and I'll make sure you regret ever setting foot in this academy! Be careful, or I will rape you and kill you!"
Ning Rongrong didn't flinch, hell she wasn't even offended, her composure was absolute.
Instead, she merely raised a skeptical eyebrow, then spread her arms wide in a grand, theatrical gesture, her face radiating bored expectation.
"Oh?" she drawled. "Is that a threat or a promise, Mighty Tiger? I want to see it."
She took a step toward him, closing the distance fearlessly. "Here. I am offering myself for free. Right now. Show me how you rape me and kill me, Dai Mubai."
The air immediately grew heavy with killing intent. Dai Mubai's spirit instantly erupted around him.
"Evil Eyed White Tiger!"
A fierce roar echoed in the night as his Martial Spirit manifested, his body swelling, fur turning brilliant white and black, and sharp claws extending.
Instantly, two yellow spirit rings and one ominous purple spirit ring spun rapidly around his magnificent form.
He glared at Ning Rongrong, ready to unleash his devastating White Tiger Light Wave.
"Stop! Boss Dai, calm down!" Tang San shouted, throwing an arm out to physically restrain the infuriated Dai Mubai.
"Don't do it, Boss Dai!" Oscar pleaded, his voice tight with desperation. "She's...she doesn't mean it, boss. She was just spoiled, don't take it to heart!"
Xiao Wu, though apprehensive of the hostile scene, quickly stepped beside Tang San, ready to help physically hold back the raging Spirit Master.
As he was held down, Dai Mubai couldn't help but think of thr dean, who was still licking his wounds from the humiliation he suffered at Rongrong's hands, and immediately a sudden, cold bucket of water seems to doused Dai Mubai's raging fire.
The image of the powerful Dean being effortlessly bound and injured flashed in his mind.
He was angry, yes, but he wasn't suicidal.
The forces backing this girl were simply too great, and she herself possessed combat power that shouldn't belong to a support spirit master.
Having calmed down, he dropped his spirit, the spirit rings dissolving with a hiss of frustration.
He glared at Ning Rongrong, his eyes burning with helpless rage.
"You are lucky this time, Ning Rongrong," he snarled, gritting his teeth. "But I promise you, if you insult me again, I won't hold back. Don't think your background can protect you forever."
With a final, furious snort, he spun on his heel and stomped toward his dormitory.
But Ning Rongrong wasn't done.
As he walked away, she shouted mockingly after his retreating back, her voice echoing with pure, unfiltered derision.
"What? You're not gonna do anything? Hah! Grow some balls, pussy!" She laughed a sharp, cutting sound. "Evil Eyes White Tiger? More like Lewd-Eyed Pussy Cat! Run home, little kitten! Maybe then you can enjoy your crippled second brother's sloppy seconds!"
Dai Mubai's fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.
But he stopped himself. He remembered the Dean. He remembered the chilling power of "Byakurai."
He ultimately chose to endure the humiliating insult, his powerful frame shaking with suppressed fury, and disappeared into the dormitory building.
Ning Rongrong felt satisfied, as if she had just avenged someone important.
Messing with this tiger was too fun!
Not afraid of her background, huh? Please. If she decided to visit the Star Luo Empire with her Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, even that feline Emperor would have to kneel down and call her ancestor.
What is a Dai Mubai? Just a runaway prince, nothing special.
"Ning Rongrong, why did you have to go that far?" Tang San frowned. "At the end of the day, we're all classmates."
Ning Rongrong cast him a side glance, "Far? Listen here, you wilting weed loser, is there any classmate who will threaten their female classmate that they will rape them?"
She then pointed at Xiao Wu beside him and threatened, "Do you believe, if I say a single world, I can summon Spirit Saints who will take her right now and rape her."
Tang San immediately moved in front of Xiao Wu, his eyes narrowed at Ning Rongrong, the hidden weapon on his sleeves already prepared to fire.
Ning Rongrong smirked, "See? You aren't even the one being threatened and you're already defensive. So don't give me your self-righteous crap, you wilting forest weed."
With that, she turned her heel and decided to head back to the dormitory, already satisfied with the amount of insults she had thrown today.
Feels so good to let loose! Back in the sect she had to act all prim and proper!
"Wait, Ning Rongrong!" Oscar called out.
Ning Rongrong paused, turning around at him and raised an eyebrow, her arms cross. "What?"
Oscar stared at her posture and asked, "Are you...are you injured? You look like you're in pain. I can help."
Ning Rongrong thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Right. You're a food Spirit Master aren't you? Give me something to ease the pain."
"Well, not really ease the pain but should help with the recovery..." Oscar whispered, but nodded at her.
He raised his hand, "I, your father, have a big sausage!"
With that, a sausage appeared, hovering inches from his palm.
Ning Rongrong stared at him with a blank, emotionless eyes.
Then, she raised her finger and pointed at the sausage under Oscar's expectant eyes, but Ning Rongrong's next words shocked him that he couldn't even react.
"I, your mother, have two generous buns. Hado #1, Sho."
An invisible force shot out from her fingertips, sending the sausage flying far away while it scattered into pieces.
"Don't ever show that thing in front of my face, ever again."
With that, she turned around, walking back to the dormitory.