Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

Alluring curves unfolded before An Zhen—voluptuous peaks and firm hips tightly wrapped, radiating sensual charm. Below her slender waist, sheer black stockings veiled her shapely legs in a haze of temptation.

"Zhang Lexuan, have you lost your mind?"

Unswayed by beauty, An Zhen instinctively stepped back.

Her initiative felt unnatural.

Like a lamb willingly entering a wolf's den, plucking its own wool, seasoning itself, and lying in a pot.

The big sister stepped forward.

An Zhen stepped back.

So adorable...

Watching the boy, a flush of excitement spread across the senior sister's cheeks.

An Zhen sensed something amiss. Where was the serene, gentle inner court senior sister? Why had she become this... strange, seductive woman?

"Bei Bei said you're his sister," An Zhen suddenly stated.

"Mhm." A flicker of clarity returned to her dark eyes. She halted.

Pale fingers brushed a lock of hair aside as Zhang Lexuan sat on An Zhen's bed, her gaze distant. "Some things shouldn't be hidden from you."

She decided to share her past.

Her family was slaughtered. Rescued by a Shrek teacher. Young Bei Bei, orphaned, was placed in her care by Elder Mu—raised as his arrange marriage. She devoted herself to her junior brother.

"You loved him."

The boy's expression remained calm as he faced overwhelming temptation. An Zhen felt nothing—he already knew this truth.

"Bei Bei and Tang Ya are meant to be. I've let go." Zhang Lexuan spoke softly, long bangs shadowing her clear, pool-like eyes.

"I'd believe that more if you said it while looking at me." An Zhen felt control returning.

Everything's back in hand!

"!"

Fragrance enveloped him. An Zhen was pinned by something soft. Opening his eyes, he met a gaze overflowing with tenderness—so intense he flinched. Raven hair cascaded over him, carrying a soothing, subtle scent.

"You cheated!"

How could she?!

A gentleman argues, not brawls!

He'd defeated the brother at noon.

Now the sister came for him at night.

The boy's "tears" fell unbidden.

An Zhen resignedly lay still.

If he couldn't resist, he'd endure.

...

"Haa..."

"Tastes good."

Tender meat, perfectly seasoned.

The dark-haired boy sat bedside, arm propped on a table, savoring the meal Zhang Lexuan brought.

"Sluurp..."

Under the table, black-stockinged feet pressed against the floor. The tall, voluptuous beauty crouched low, mysterious black fabric tracing a perfect curve. Discomfort flickered across her flawless face, yet she persisted.

She'd cooked for him.

Fair was fair. With little to offer, the junior could only share his most "precious" possession.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The door rattled—just as it had half an hour prior. An Zhen had brushed it off then.

He sniffed the air.

Hmm... beneath the odd scent lingered Zhang Lexuan's natural fragrance.

Ready.

Dressed and composed, An Zhen opened the door.

...

Relief washed over the two girls upon seeing An Zhen unharmed.

"I was just taking a bath." He wasn't lying.

The first knock had interrupted their couples' bath.

"Oh?" Wang Dong's dreamlike eyes narrowed suspiciously. She leaned in, sniffing.

"Of course." Prepared, An Zhen had cleansed all traces. He grinned at his girlfriend and quasi-girlfriend. "Want to join? I wouldn't mind another round."

"Pervert!" Wang Dong huffed.

"Mm..." The little girl flushed, tempted but too shy to agree.

"Yutong! Don't let him sweet-talk you!" Wang Dong pulled the wavering girl back.

Without me watching, she thought, he'd have "devoured" Yutong already.

An Zhen blinked.

You're the easier mark.

With Huo Yutong, intimacy meant cheek kisses, hugs, and hand-holding—an unspoken romance, not yet defined.

With Wang Dong, their dreamworld relationship was official. The daytime tsundere became a clingy girlfriend in sleep. Real-world kisses were forbidden, but dreams made them routine. Her stocking-clad feet grew adept indeed.

If not for her kindness, An Zhen mused, I'd suspect her of cheating.

"Since you won't bathe with me, enjoy alone."

In Wang Dong and Huo Yutong's dorm, a sizable tub dominated the space beside beds, wardrobes, and desks. Virtual world summoned hot water.

An Zhen "washed" their recent laundry via projection.

"So convenient," Wang Dong marveled.

Handling intimate garments for a boy? Embarrassing, yes—but both girls, even proud Wang Dong, accepted their bond. Besides, if An Zhen truly wanted to "explore," he could manipulate their dream-doppelgängers.

"Relax now." An Zhen returned to his room.

Trembling curves swayed into view.

So unguarded?

Ah, right—she was a Soul Douluo. Dorm walls meant nothing. She could monitor the whole building while tidying.

Now in a homely white dress, the virtuous "wife" straightened the room.

The boy's hand rose—

Slap!

Senior sister's plump rear quivered.

"Senior Sister, does the academy teach multi-tasking techniques?"

An Zhen recalled the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect's mind-splitting arts.

The boy faced a teenage dilemma.

He wouldn't love Zhang Lexuan—but couldn't refuse her advances.

Yet nights belonged to other girls.

An Zhen admitted his fickleness.

A boy of "great love" sought to embody it.

But he couldn't cultivate in the virtual world while engaging in reality. His consciousness couldn't split.

(End of Chapter)

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