Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

What happens when every sensation transforms into rapturous pleasure?

Utter ecstasy—irresistible to any mortal.

Zhang Lexuan understood this profoundly.

Morning sunlight glinted on raven hair as a pink-white form lay motionless. Crimson marks bloomed across delicate skin. A half-removed black stocking draped over slender feet. Tear tracks glistened on her flawless cheeks, yet her rosy lips curved in satisfied bliss.

"Perhaps I went too far."

The youth spoke softly.

His own heart held no earthly desire.

From yesterday afternoon until 5 AM, he'd refreshed his stamina repeatedly.

Would the Head Prefect break?

Even without enhanced sensations, the experience was overwhelming.

And she…

Memories surfaced—that nymph-like figure arching her waist.

Well…

He hoped her willpower proved resilient.

Releasing Zhang Lexuan's consciousness, An Zhen returned to reality.

Dark eyes opened. A pale yellow soul ring glowed.

"Senior Sister?"

He called softly to the figure collapsed on the adjacent bed.

Suddenly, An Zhen froze.

The unconscious beauty wore the exact serene smile and tear-streaked cheeks as her virtual counterpart.

How? He hadn't used his First Soul Skill on her—he'd pay dearly if he tried.

Meaning…

Third Soul Skill: Projection

Consciousness drawn into the virtual world synchronizes sensations with the physical body.

"Mmm…"

A soft moan escaped her as consciousness returned. Her powerful physique instantly banished spiritual fatigue. The gentle beauty opened her eyes—and found the man from her dreams before her.

"Forgive me."

The black-haired senior sister spoke, gaze still dazed.

She rose, pale arms looping around the youth's neck. With practiced ease, she claimed his lips. A long leg hooked around his waist, pinning him to the floor.

"Huh?"

Zhang Lexuan sensed dissonance.

Why was An Zhen's kiss so clumsy?

And why… no sheathing?

"Senior Sister."

The youth shoved her away forcefully.

"What are you doing?!"

Handsome features flushed with outrage—a chaste youth violated by a delinquent.

Clarity returned to her eyes. Compensating him? No… I was still under his Soul Skill—

BOOM!

Yellow. Yellow. Purple. Purple. Black. Black. Black. Red.

Eight soul rings erupted. Soul Douluo pressure crashed down—crowned by that blood-colored ring's primordial might.

Cough—

Pinned beneath her, An Zhen choked on blood. Trapped position prevented him from spitting it out.

"ROAR!"

Golden dragon scales erupted as three soul rings flared.

"Zhang Lexuan, have you lost your mind?!"

The familiar light aura gave her pause, but ice still filled her gaze.

"Pervert!"

"How dare you violate me!"

"Violate my ass!"

A white-gold dragon claw struck for her head—caught effortlessly by a delicate hand.

"You assaulted me!"

"In the dream—"

She froze mid-sentence. Soul rings vanished. The black-haired beauty strode to the bathroom, tossing a cold command: "Stay. Don't flee."

Bathroom

Zhang Lexuan examined herself.

Drenched undergarments—but no other evidence.

Had it truly been a dream?

A manifestation of her inner demons?

Her calculated approach to An Zhen…

Bei Bei…

Her life's purpose to protect the academy…

An Zhen knew none of this.

Changing clothes, she opened the door—

—To find the youth convulsing on the floor. Crimson blood frothed at his lips. A shattered porcelain doll.

Beyond remorse, an unfamiliar ache pierced her heart.

"What did I dream?"

"How should I know?!"

"Compose yourself." Her voice remained frosty.

"Normally we share a unified dreamscape—like reality. But you succumbed to inner demons. I dreamed of a suffocating weight crushing me."

Cough—

A bloodied piece of flesh hit the floor.

"Any other interrogations?"

Zhang Lexuan searched his eyes—and found only raw hatred.

A wounded beast snarling at its attacker.

"My apologies. I overreacted."

A jade vial appeared in her palm. Guilt-ridden, she knelt beside him. "Your injuries are severe."

CRACK!

The vial shattered against the floor. Priceless pills scattered.

"You demanded to know my Soul Skill's effects! Now that you've felt it, you try to kill me?!"

"Zhang Lexuan—what do you want from me?!"

The present mirrored the past.

His bloodied face overlapped with the dream's phantom.

"I…"

The Head Prefect stood speechless.

Regret. Conflict. Anguish—all warred beneath her raven bangs.

The youth "chose" that moment to collapse unconscious.

⋯

Virtual World

An Zhen opened his eyes.

Walk the blade's edge long enough, you get cut.

First blood—literally.

But the performance? Flawless.

"That hurt."

A thought restored his body.

Facing a Soul Douluo's pressure unprotected…

Had Huo Yutong been here, she'd have died instantly.

"Worth it, though."

Pleasure glinted in dark eyes as he replayed memories.

Unrestrained senior sister…

A gentle facade shattered by frenzy…

He savored his spoils:

Molesting the untouchable Head Prefect

Implanting soul-deep guilt

Holding a projection of the black-haired beauty, he smiled at reality's unfolding drama.

⋯

Reality

"An Zhen!"

Zhang Lexuan scanned the room—both beds destroyed by her earlier outburst. Sensing the adjacent dorm empty, she acted.

BOOM!

Moonlight vaporized the wall.

Eight soul rings blazed as she cradled the youth protectively. Gentle soul power stemmed his internal bleeding.

Laying him on Huo Yutong's bed, she lifted his shirt—pale skin made her flush. In the dream, she'd kissed this very—

Focus. Heal.

Black medicinal paste appeared. Delicate fingers smoothed it over bruised flesh.

Finished, she darted back—snatching the bedsheet bearing a distinct damp circle.

Dehydration explained.

Author's Note: Considered mouth-to-mouth feeding but research shows high aspiration risk.

(End of Chapter)

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