Inside a private suite at the Soto City Great Spirit Arena.
"Let us congratulate the Tianshui Team for taking another victory in this match!"
The announcer's muffled voice echoed from the arena below, but inside the ultra-luxurious VIP box, the atmosphere was far more intimate. Fu Ye was lying face down on a sofa covered in the soft, expensive fur of a 10,000-year-old Magic Wolf, enjoying the dedicated massage service of his little maid, Xue Ke.
Xue Ke was a girl who was good in every way, except for her cultivation talent. However, she was a quick learner when it came to technical skills. Fu Ye, who had his own unique insights into the art of enjoyment, had scoured the system mall for books on acupressure and meridian clearing.
Aside from her daily cultivation classes with the other Tianshui girls, Xue Ke spent the rest of her time mastering these techniques. To her, this wasn't just a chore; it was a way to prove her worth to the man who had bought her freedom from a father who saw her only as a bargaining chip.
"Brother Fu Ye, how is Xue Ke's technique today?"
Fu Ye remained motionless on the sofa while the little girl naturally sat on his lower back, using her weight to press into the acupoints along his spine.
"Mhm. You've made great progress."
Having a little lolita who weighed less than seventy pounds was a rare sight in Fu Ye's entourage. The food at Tianshui was excellent, and most of the girls had developed quite "generous" figures. Wu Ling, for example, had once been a tiny thing, but now she was evolving toward the "Big Sister" archetype, standing at nearly 1.67 meters.
Aside from Ning Rongrong, who was a late bloomer, most of the girls now stood around 1.7 meters. Only Xue Ke seemed to eat meat and cultivate without ever growing taller. Standing among the other girls, she looked like a cute, delicate doll.
Rustle, rustle...
Fu Ye suddenly flipped over. Caught off guard, Xue Ke lost her balance and tumbled directly onto his lap.
"Ouch!" (≧口≦)
Her seventy-pound frame felt like a feather to Fu Ye. As she sat there, stunned, Fu Ye's large hand reached out and grasped her tiny, soft hand.
(＠_＠;) Come here...
With a gentle tug, Fu Ye pulled her closer until she was right in front of him. Her pale gray hair was slightly disheveled, though it had clearly been neatly tied back earlier. She was dressed in a light blue princess-style mini-skirt and white silk stockings that hugged her delicate legs.
Xue Ke's heart hammered against her ribs. Is Brother Fu Ye finally going to... to me? She looked into his eyes, feeling a mix of fear and a strange, budding anticipation. He was handsome, powerful, and mysterious; being his woman would surely be a path to happiness.
But she remembered she was "bought." Their relationship was master and servant. Memories of the bold scene she'd witnessed between Dugu Yan and Fu Ye flashed through her mind, and her face turned a deep, burning crimson. A phrase she'd heard in the palace corridors surfaced: The small horse and the big carriage.
Except she was the small horse.
Fu Ye sat up, placing her firmly on his lap. Xue Ke squeezed her eyes shut, her heart racing like a cornered rabbit. She had overheard older court ladies whispering that a girl's first time was incredibly painful. She waited, motionless, as she felt Fu Ye's hand gently caress her forehead and cheek.
When she peeked one eye open, she saw his peerless, handsome face drawing closer. He's so handsome! I'm about to be kissed! Even if I can't be his wife, this is so nerve-wracking!
However, the "forced kiss" she expected didn't happen.
"You need to be more careful next time," Fu Ye said with a warm, gentle smile as he smoothed out a stray lock of hair on her forehead. "A girl should always look her best when she goes out. Your hair got all messy."
Ever since she joined Tianshui, Xue Ke had become like a little shadow, following him everywhere. Who wouldn't love a cute, loyal little lolita?
"Mhm... I understand..."
The blush on her cheeks deepened. In her heart, she had accepted her role as his servant the moment her father sold her. And she knew exactly what "maid duties" could entail. She had expected Fu Ye to take her to his room on the very first night, like her father used to do with the dancing girls he bought. But it had been three months, and he hadn't made a move.
"What are you thinking about, you little brat? Your face is as red as an apple."
Fu Ye looked at her with suspicion. Years of experience told him that whatever was going through her head right now definitely wasn't "PG-rated."
"I... I wasn't thinking anything!" Xue Ke squeaked, burying her face in his chest.
Fu Ye didn't mind her shyness and leaned back into the wolf-skin sofa. Because she was clinging to him, she was pulled along, lying directly on top of him.
"You have a dirty mind, little girl," Fu Ye teased, his curiosity piqued. This was practically an invitation. How could any man resist the charms of a mentally mature but physically petite princess when she was acting so submissive?
"Brother Fu Ye, I... mmmph..."
Fu Ye didn't let her finish. He moved to silence her.
[Xue Ke's current affection: 92%][Xue Ke's current affection: 96%][Xue Ke's current affection: 99%]
Fu Ye had once read "Grave Robbers' Chronicles" and learned the legendary technique of Zhang Qiling: the Faqiu Finger. His prowess in that department was arguably superior to the original.
Ten minutes later, the internal storm had subsided, leaving only a lingering warmth. Just then, the Tianshui Team members returned from their match, chatting and laughing.
As the door opened, they found Fu Ye lounging comfortably on the sofa, just as they had left him. Xue Ke was sitting on the other end of the sofa, trying to look composed, her face still glowing with a deep red hue. Beneath her princess dress, she was struggling to hide her disheveled state and the "undercurrents" still swirling within her.
"Brother Fu Ye, we won again!"
Xiao Wu skipped over to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked at the "sleeping" Fu Ye. Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing followed behind, watching Xiao Wu's antics with knowing smiles. These two sisters held a high position among Fu Ye's women; even a Limit Douluo like him found it hard to maintain his composure when they worked together.
However, Ning Rongrong noticed the abnormal flush on Xue Ke's face and walked over, her eyes full of curiosity.
"Sister Xue Ke, are you very hot?"