Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

A grand, blissful reunion conclusion.

"Perfect."

An Zhen lifted two uniquely exquisite jade feet—one bare, its skin fair and dewy smooth as fine art; the other sheathed in sheer black stockings, boasting a flawless arch and soft, springy muscles from frequent exercise.

"Pervert!" The crimson dragon maiden wrinkled her nose in disdain.

"An Zhen..." The golden-haired heiress blushed scarlet. She'd heard some men grew hands-on after getting a girlfriend. When she'd extended her invitation, she'd braced herself for kisses and embraces within her boundaries... but not this.

"I have my reasons," An Zhen explained his shield—no, his plight. The erosion from his World Martial Soul...

"Oh." Ning Tian's blush faded slightly.

"Sorry." A pang of guilt struck Wu Feng. Silently, she placed her other black-stockinged foot into An Zhen's lap.

"It's fine, really. I usually handle it myself." With others' help.

Ning Tian recalled her family's education on such... talents. Noble houses took this training seriously.

Her fair, slender foot pressed against An Zhen's chest, sliding downward. Crimson flooded the girl's cheeks anew. "Since I'm An Zhen's girlfriend now..." Traditional upbringing told her she should fulfill her partner's needs—within limits, of course.

"Young Mistress!" Wu Feng couldn't let her lady do such a thing! She yanked one foot back from An Zhen. Whatever happened, she'd face it alongside her mistress.

...

Class ended.

An Zhen opened his eyes, radiating satisfaction.

Two beauties at once.

Though inexperienced, their coordination was surprisingly flawless.

Double the joy!

"An Zhen." Ning Tian opened her sapphire eyes, shyness still lingering.

"So filthy," Wu Feng spat, brimming with contempt.

"Mhm." An Zhen shrugged, unfazed. That look of disgust while doing that... undeniably superb.

"An Zhen, lunch together?"

"Sure." An Zhen had already told Wang Dong and Huo Yutong in the Virtual World he'd be busy tonight.

The Handbook of a Time Management Master.

Nine Treasures Pavilion.

His second visit, but under different circumstances—officially kept by the young mistress.

"Oh!" Ning Tian remembered suddenly. "An Zhen mentioned custom women's clothing earlier?"

The dragon girl, mid-bite, snapped to attention, glaring across the table.

"Hmm, a gift in return for Head Senior Zhang." Guess I'll have to let her order it herself later.

"I see."

"Flirt!" A black-stockinged foot in sneakers kicked An Zhen under the table.

"Oh?" An Zhen glanced at Wu Feng, then set down his chopsticks.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" Wu Feng tensed.

The handsome youth turned, pulled the golden-haired heiress into his lap.

"Ah!" A shy gasp escaped her as his finger tilted her chin, his lips parting hers in a deep, claiming kiss.

"!" Wu Feng's eyes widened. She stomped in frustration, powerless to intervene.

Moments later, a limp Ning Tian lay against An Zhen's chest. Arm wrapped around her, he smiled at Wu Feng. "That was Ning Tian's real first kiss, you know~"

"You fiend!" With a milk-fierce glare, Wu Feng surrendered her own first kiss.

Soft. A different flavor entirely.

Dinner passed joyfully with two distinct beauties in his lap.

Back at the dorm:

A gentle elder sister awaited, bed prepared, clad in white socks and a sheer nightgown. After passionate clouds and rain, evening cultivation began.

Cuddles with Wang Dong'er...

...

Days flowed by.

Daytime cultivation.

Virtual World cuddles with beauties.

Mornings with Huo Yutong and Wang Dong, lunch trio at the cafeteria. Afternoons with Wu Feng and Ning Tian, dinner out.

Their three-way romance stayed hidden.

Wu Feng insisted secrecy protected Ning Tian from judgment—only Ning Tian and An Zhen should be public. Ning Tian felt this wronged Wu Feng. Neither conceded.

Thus, the stalemate... giving a certain scoundrel breathing room.

Post-dinner, pre-cultivation was Zhang Lexuan's time.

Addicted to the taste.

Qipao, gowns, house dresses, aprons...

The shy elder sister fulfilled An Zhen's every request impeccably. Hard to believe this gentle, perfect "wife" was Shrek Academy's youngest Soul Douluo in 3,000 years.

An Zhen admitted his nightly addiction to that softness.

...

Freshman Assessment.

Teams of three.

311 freshman groups. Half—150 teams—would remain at Shrek Academy.

The next day:

"Freshman Class 9: An Zhen. Level 32, Support System Tool Soul Elder."

"Freshman Class 9: Ning Tian. Level 32, Support System Tool Soul Elder."

"Freshman Class 9: Wu Feng. Level 27, Power Attack System Great Soul Master."

"Hold it!" A yellow-haired youth opposite raised his hand.

"Teacher! I object!" A female teacher in her late twenties turned.

Yellow Hair pointed at An Zhen. "He's not Support Class!"

An Zhen's fame had spread—sparking freshman competition, defeating the Outer Court Twin Stars. Even reclusive students knew this blazing sun.

"Hmm?" An Zhen tilted his head.

A yellow soul ring flared. A crystalline, exquisite seven-story pagoda materialized in his palm.

Yellow Hair: "..."

"Regardless of class, he is your opponent," the teacher frowned.

"Then I forfeit."

The teacher nodded, unsurprised. The "Radiant Holy Dragon's" reputation preceded him. Like previous matches, conserving strength for the repechage was wiser.

That night:

Cradled against his black-stockinged elder sister, An Zhen entered the Virtual World.

Who Wakes First from the Grand Dream still lingered at Stage Two. By his estimate, he'd reach the final "Awakening" layer by semester's end.

"Huo Yutong's already Level 19."

Pulling the blue-haired cutie close, An Zhen nuzzled her cheek.

"All thanks to Brother An Zhen." Blushing fiercely, Huo Yutong melted into his touch.

"Hmph! I'm Level 29 too!" Wang Dong jutted her chin proudly.

An Zhen ruffled her hair, earning a milk-fierce glare.

A twin martial soul, childhood treasures—Wang Dong's innate talent was the trio's best (sans An Zhen's soul power). Yet she hated cultivating. Two months of nightly idling, plus a third month idling two-thirds of each day, plus Spirit Ascension Pills... Level 29 was a hair's breadth away.

"Oh!" The blue-haired girl looked up. "Brother An Zhen, Wang Dong and I want to try a Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

(End of Chapter)