At this moment, Lian was still pouring all his attention into manipulating the zombie warrior. Han Shuo suddenly changed directions and charged straight at him. Lian was stunned for a split second, then panic flashed across his beautiful face. He hurriedly commanded the zombie warrior to follow while letting out a soft cry and dodging to the side.
Han Shuo kept his head down as he ran, so Lian couldn't clearly see his expression. Yet the frail boy's body carried a sharp, sword-like aura that made Lian's heart tremble with instinctive fear—completely different from the usual cowardly, foolish Bryan.
Because the zombie warrior was a beat slower, its speed couldn't catch up to Han Shuo. It looked like it wouldn't be able to help Lian in time. The pretty boy could no longer maintain his usual arrogant composure and ran around the training field with a face full of panic, soft golden hair flying wildly.
A strange scene unfolded in the training field: the zombie warrior huffed and puffed after Han Shuo with its thick wooden club, while Han Shuo chased after Lian with his head lowered, silent and relentless. Lian dodged left and right, even forgetting to coordinate with the zombie warrior to deal with Han Shuo together.
"Bryan, are you crazy?! How dare you chase after me?!" Lian yelled as he ran, his voice carrying a frantic edge that only made him sound more adorably vulnerable.
As the pursuer, Han Shuo's mind was in chaos. Only the echoing phrase "a demonic practitioner can do as he pleases" repeated endlessly in his head.
He knew rationally that he couldn't start a serious conflict with Lian right now. Otherwise, not only would the academy punish him, but Lian's noble family would retaliate mercilessly. As a mere errand slave, either side would crush him.
But logic was logic, and impulse was impulse. Even though he knew he shouldn't, Han Shuo chased after the pretty boy like he'd been possessed. This was truly in line with the demonic path: "a demonic practitioner can do as he pleases."
Suddenly, Lian let out a soft "ah!" and slipped in the middle of his frantic run, tumbling head over heels. Han Shuo seized the chance and appeared beside him in an instant, left foot already swinging.
"Ah— Bryan, what are you doing?! If you dare bully me, I'll kill you for sure!" Lian hadn't even gotten up yet when he saw Han Shuo's foot coming. He threatened frantically, voice cracking with humiliation.
Han Shuo's face showed a strange mix of hesitation and fierce desire. Logic screamed at him not to do it, but when Lian spat out "I'll kill you," a violent thrill surged through him. His left foot didn't stop—it landed squarely on Lian's round, perky backside with a crisp smack.
The kick felt like striking a smooth, elastic ball—soft yet springy under his sole.
"Ahhh—!"
Lian let out a pig-like squeal of pain, clutching his ass and cursing Han Shuo nonstop, tears sparkling at the corners of his beautiful eyes.
At the exact same moment, the demonic yuan swirling in Han Shuo's chest that had been containing Claude's light-green fighting aura suddenly spun like a whirlpool. Han Shuo clearly felt the foreign energy dissolving strand by strand into the demonic yuan, nourishing it. In mere moments, the light-green fighting aura that had lingered for a full day vanished completely. The demonic yuan in his body grew noticeably stronger, and the fatigue from running vanished as if he'd swallowed a powerful tonic.
Han Shuo's eyes lit up with realization. *So this is the true meaning of "a demonic practitioner can do as he pleases." Acting on my darkest desires, harming others to benefit myself… even cultivation follows this path.*
"Wuuu… it hurts… damn Bryan, I'll definitely kill you! You're dead!" At Han Shuo's feet, the pretty boy Lian was still yelling threats, clutching his now-tender, perky little butt. Tears finally spilled down his flushed cheeks—Han Shuo's kick had clearly landed with real force.
His thoughts were interrupted by the loud wailing. Seeing Lian's current state—slender body curled up, soft golden hair disheveled, beautiful face streaked with tears—Han Shuo knew he was in deep trouble. Lian was famous for his vengeful nature. After being kicked like this, especially while crying, the pretty boy would never let it go.
The zombie warrior finally caught up, club raised high under Lian's furious command. It smashed toward Han Shuo's head.
Han Shuo glanced back and was startled—yet the descending club seemed strangely slow. He stepped aside effortlessly, dodging with room to spare.
"Eh?!" Han Shuo was surprised. He dodged the next swing just as easily. It wasn't that the zombie had slowed down—his own speed, reflexes, and eyesight had all improved dramatically.
"Heh heh, missed again!" With a wicked little laugh, Han Shuo set aside his worries and continued dodging the zombie warrior's attacks with nimble grace. Every movement felt lighter, more powerful. He even had the leisure to tease the flushed, furious pretty boy chasing after him.
Lian had dismissed the zombie warrior in a fit of rage to take revenge himself, but who would have thought the "crazy" errand boy would suddenly become as agile as a little monkey—dodging left and right while shamelessly laughing. The pretty boy's competitive spirit flared, mixed with humiliated anger.
"Damned Bryan, I won't let you get away with this!" Lian saw the zombie was useless and his own butt was still throbbing. His voice cracked with frustration as he sent the zombie back to the other dimension.
At the same time, Lian tried to stand, but the pain in his ass made his legs buckle. He sat back down hard with another pained cry.
With the zombie gone, Han Shuo felt no pressure at all. He smiled foolishly and walked over, even extending a skinny hand. "I'll take you to the infirmary…"
"That's none of your business, you damned lunatic!" Tears still clung to Lian's long lashes. His voice trembled with pain and rage as he glared fiercely.
Han Shuo seemed dazed for a second—then a mischievous, hungry light flashed in his eyes. He reached out without warning and boldly cupped Lian's smooth, perky butt through the thin mage robe. "Then… then I'll help you rub it!"
Though Lian had a terrible temper, he was undeniably a stunning pretty boy. His backside was full and elastic despite his slender frame. The moment Han Shuo's palm made contact, his heart raced. It felt incredibly soft and springy—addictively nice to touch.
"Ah— Bryan, go to hell! Don't touch me!" Tears still glistened on Lian's flushed face as he felt the intimate rub on his ass. He screamed like a madwoman and flailed wildly, kicking out with all his strength.
His kick landed squarely on Han Shuo's ankle. Han Shuo lost balance and toppled forward, falling right on top of the pretty boy. His left hand remained firmly on Lian's butt.
A delicate, sweet fragrance filled Han Shuo's nose—Lian's own scent. The boy's body was soft and warm beneath him, and Han Shuo could clearly feel every curve pressing against his own.
For a brief moment, Lian froze, staring blankly at Han Shuo in utter shock.
But the daze lasted only a second. Lian's face turned crimson with fury. He raised both hands high and began chanting with an icy expression, "Endless darkness, transform into annihilating bone arrows, destroy with my will…"
Han Shuo's heart jolted in horror. He recognized the starting incantation for Bone Arrow. At this close range, a bone arrow would pierce straight through him. Lian's frosty, humiliated glare made it clear—he wasn't joking. He really intended to kill him.
Lightning flashed through Han Shuo's mind. Before Lian could finish the chant, Han Shuo slammed both hands down on the pretty boy's slender arms, pinning him tightly. Then he leaned in and crushed his mouth against Lian's soft, rosy lips in a desperate, heated kiss.
"Destroy in front of… mmm—!"
Lian's incantation cut off mid-sentence. The Bone Arrow never formed.
Their lips met—soft, wet, electric. Han Shuo's mind went blank. A rush of heat flooded his body. Even in his previous life he had never kissed anyone; the real sensation was far more intoxicating than any fantasy. He felt like he was floating on clouds.
Lian's face burned scarlet. His breathing turned ragged. His beautiful eyes glazed over in stunned daze, completely forgetting he was being violated by the "crazy" errand boy.
After a long, heated moment, Lian suddenly shoved Han Shuo away with surprising strength. Pointing at him with a face redder than a ripe fruit, he stammered, "Idiot Bryan… why do you always carry so many random things in your pants?! Last time it was a rock… this time it's a… a hard stick!"
Han Shuo: "…"
A dark, possessive smirk slowly curved Han Shuo's lips as he stared at the flustered, half-pinned pretty boy beneath him. *Oh, Lian… this is only the beginning. One day soon, you'll be begging for more than just my "stick."