harleyscars Chapter 105 Lu Linglong's Ultimate Fantasy: 3 Novices!
Chapter 105 Lu Linglong's Ultimate Fantasy: 3 Novices!
Chapter 105 Lu Linglong's Ultimate Fantasy: Three Novices!
The Celestial Master's Mansion, the Taoist temple's dormitory.
The air here is hot and sticky, mixed with the unique fresh scent of youth and a faint, almost imperceptible magical aura.
Lu Xiaobai leaned against the headboard, feeling unbearably hot.
He stared expressionlessly at the chaotic scene before him. The precious knowledge flowing from the pages of the thick "Demon Envoy Files" in front of him could not suppress the restless throbbing that kept coming from the depths of his soul.
"Get down here!! You liar! You big bad wolf!"
The Minister of Magic's voice was choked with sobs, and his little face was flushed red.
He pushed Lu Linglong, who was lying on top of him, with all his might, his thin arms trembling from the effort.
Instead of pushing him away, Lu Linglong giggled and half-pulled him into her arms.
"Hehe, don't be so stingy~"
Lu Linglong smiled like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish, her eyes shining brightly.
She felt the body struggling in vain in her arms, and with a sudden burst of strength, she completely tightened her grip on the Minister of Magic, like hugging an oversized human-shaped pillow.
She buried her face deep in the Minister of Magic's pale neck and greedily inhaled a deep breath.
It was a clean, unblemished scent, carrying the aroma of sunshine and fresh grass—a unique fragrance belonging to Lu Xiaobai.
At the same time, her restless hands began to wander and grope all over the Minister of Magic's body.
"Haha! Don't touch me! It tickles! Hahaha!"
The Minister of Magic was tickled until his body went limp, and he almost laughed until tears streamed down his face. He futilely twisted his body, trying to escape the clutches of evil.
"Wait! You stinky Linglong! That's really not okay—no—"
His protest instantly changed tone, tinged with panic and shame.
Just as the Minister of Magic was being groped and bullied by Lu Linglong and was completely powerless to fight back, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open with a "click".
The intelligence chief is back.
His face, which was almost identical to the original, was flushed with an abnormal redness, and the tips of his ears were so red they seemed to be dripping blood. It was as if steam was actually rising from the top of his head.
He looked at the two entangled on the bed, especially the Minister of Magic, whose clothes were disheveled and whose eyes were filled with tears after being "ravaged" by Lu Linglong. A nameless fire instantly ignited in his icy blue eyes.
"Hey! That's enough!"
The intelligence chief growled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
He leaped onto the bed and reached out to grab Lu Linglong's arm, trying to pull her away from the Minister of Magic.
"oops!"
Lu Linglong exclaimed in surprise, but reacted very quickly.
Instead of being pulled away, she used the force of the intelligence minister pulling her to twist her waist and nimbly flip over!
She grabbed the intelligence minister's wrist with her other hand, and using her body weight and momentum, she forcefully pinned the onrushing intelligence minister down with a "bang"!
His movements were clean and crisp, showing the skill of a trained professional.
"Ugh!" The intelligence chief was caught off guard and slammed his back heavily onto the soft bed with a muffled groan.
He tried to struggle, but Lu Linglong skillfully pinned part of his hands down with her knees.
Amid the chaos, the Minister of Magic finally got a moment's respite.
Seeing that even the Minister of Intelligence had been "suppressed," he mustered up some courage and, like a cornered rabbit, pounced and bit Lu Linglong's arm that was still pinning down the Minister of Intelligence!
But he clearly didn't dare to use real force; his teeth were just gently nibbling at Lu Linglong's flesh. Rather than biting, it was more like he was expressing his protest and helping in this clumsy way.
"Ouch! Little White, you dare bite me?"
Lu Linglong winced in pain, feeling both annoyed and amused.
She simply released some of the restraint on the Minister of Intelligence's wrist, freeing one hand to pinch the Minister of Magic's puffed-up cheek.
"You two have gone too far! Two against one, is this some kind of ambush?"
The scene immediately became even more chaotic.
The three of them rolled around on the bed, the blankets kicked all the way to the corner.
The intelligence minister was pinned down on one side by Lu Linglong's body and thighs, writhing and struggling in frustration.
The Minister of Magic clung to Lu Linglong's arm like a koala, harassing her with harmless "biting" and shoving.
Lu Linglong, on the other hand, was like a "tyrant" who enjoyed herself, dodging and weaving, occasionally pinching this person's face and tickling that person's itchy spot.
Despite it being a two-on-one fight, due to the difference in strength and "experience," coupled with Lu Linglong's terrifying strength and unreasonable suppression techniques, the two clones were completely at a disadvantage and were bullied to the point of having no way to retaliate.
Lu Xiaobai forced his gaze to be fixed on the opened "Demon Envoy Files".
But the soul connection is like an overloaded circuit, transmitting the chaos, struggle, shame, and a hint of secret excitement from the other end in amplified form.
He felt his body temperature rising uncontrollably.
I could only keep flipping through the book to find the content I needed later, trying to suppress the turmoil in my heart with extreme focus.
The growing restlessness is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
Time passed slowly amidst the chaos and oppressive silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the "battle" finally ended with the weariness of the participants.
The intelligence minister was completely paralyzed.
He was half-embraced and half-held by Lu Linglong, leaning against her shoulder, his eyes glazed over, breathing heavily, his fair skin flushed with the rosy glow of exercise, and his hair damp with sweat and stuck to his cheeks.
He looked exactly like a delicate doll that had been completely ruined and given up resisting, with no thought of struggling left.
Lu Linglong looked down at the face so close to hers in her arms.
That face was so beautiful it was almost unreal; the skin, soaked in sweat, was so white it was almost transparent; the long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, covering the icy blue eyes that seemed exceptionally gentle at that moment.
Her thin lips parted slightly as she breathed, and her warm breath brushed against her collarbone.
Lu Linglong felt her brain go blank for a moment, and a strong impulse from her body's instincts swept over her, driving her to lower her head, wanting to taste and possess the unique beauty that belonged to the Minister of Intelligence and also to Lu Xiaobai.
Just as her lips were about to touch those slightly parted thin lips, "Mmm—"
Lu Xiaobai's body trembled slightly, as if struck by an invisible electric current.
He forced himself to control his breathing, and his turning of the pages did not stop at all, but the slight trembling of his fingertips betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
At the same time, the Minister of Magic in his arms suddenly froze, like a startled ostrich.
Lu Xiaobai could clearly feel the frighteningly high body temperature emanating from the body in his arms, as well as the subtle, shameful wriggling movements.
Lu Linglong stopped moving.
Looking at the intelligence minister's vulnerable, helpless appearance, her strong impulse was ultimately suppressed by a sliver of reason and a strange sense of pity.
She let out a long, slightly regretful sigh.
He pulled the intelligence chief, who had slumped into a heap, closer to his chest, and with one hand, gently and soothingly stroked the chief's sweaty cheek.
Just then, the other side of the bed dipped slightly.
Lu Xiaobai moved to Lu Linglong's side.
A faint blush lingered on his face, but his eyes had regained their usual cool and calm expression.
He first looked down at the intelligence minister in Lu Linglong's arms, who had completely given up thinking and whose eyes were vacant. He looked like he had been played with.
Then he looked up at Lu Linglong.
When Lu Linglong met his gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and a guilty look immediately appeared on her face. She avoided his eyes and dared not meet his gaze. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the slightly damp hem of the intelligence minister's clothes.
Lu Xiaobai said nothing, neither blaming nor asking any questions.
He simply and calmly reached out and placed a small, completely black, unpatterned square metal box, along with two avant-garde-looking, mechanically-looking rings of unknown material that shimmered with a faint magical luster, on the blanket in front of Lu Linglong.
A ring with smooth lines and a single ice-blue crystal set in the center;
The other one is thicker, with intricate gear-shaped patterns on the face.
"Don't argue with them."
Lu Xiaobai's voice was not loud, and his tone was steady, revealing no emotion.
But upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a barely perceptible gentleness compared to usual. "Come with me for a moment."
After saying that, he got out of bed with practiced ease.
With a slight thought, countless tiny elemental particles in the air, shimmering with different colors, instantly converged and wrapped around his body as if they were alive. In an instant, they transformed into a well-tailored white coat and a flowing white cloak, silently covering him.
He didn't turn around, but walked straight out of the house, his cloak drawing a clean arc behind him.
Lu Linglong looked at the small black box and two rings on the bed, then at the still "broken" intelligence minister in her arms and the magic minister who was pretending to be dead with his head down next to her, and a strange premonition welled up in her heart.
She carefully laid the intelligence minister down, pulled the blanket up a bit for him, and couldn't resist reaching out to rub the white hair of the magic minister that was sticking out. Then she quickly tidied her own equally messy clothes and hair, grabbed these few items, jumped out of bed, and chased after him.
"Here comes Little White!"
Her voice echoed in the quiet corridor, tinged with lingering breaths and a hint of barely perceptible tension.