stjorthotic Chapter 47 One Night Battle
Chapter 47 One Night Battle
Inside the cave, Tang Yu took out a blanket from his soul-guided storage device. He needed to be comfortable, after all, doing things directly on the ground was just too...uncomfortable.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuyun, like an octopus, wrapped her legs around Tang Yu's waist, and her hands began to frantically pull at Tang Yu's clothes.
Looking at Zhu Zhuyun's charming appearance, he felt restless and slapped her arm hard.
"Little glutton, or rather, big glutton, you'll get your treat later," Tang Yu teased.
……
The next morning.
Inside the cave, Tang Yu was the first to wake up. Although he had fought all night yesterday, Tang Yu was not tired at all and was still full of energy.
If it weren't for the fact that this was Zhu Zhuyun's first time, and Tang Yu hadn't felt reluctant to agree to a ceasefire, he would probably still be fighting at this point.
Last night, after the battle, Tang Yu was about to pull up his pants and deny everything, preparing to slip away, when he saw the bright red stain on the mattress and was instantly stunned. He never expected that it was Zhu Zhuyun's first time.
A sense of shame welled up inside him. If he had known it was Zhu Zhuyun's first time, he wouldn't have been so brave.
Similarly, a man who has taken a girl's virginity should face it directly, not run away from it.
Looking at Zhu Zhuyun in his arms, Tang Yu felt ashamed again. After all, he didn't really like her; he was just attracted to her at first sight.
However, if Zhu Zhuyun wants him to take responsibility, Tang Yu will not run away from it.
The cave was dimly lit, but Tang Yu's eyesight was good enough to see the sleeping face of the woman in his arms.
Zhu Zhuyun curled up against his chest, all the arrogance and sharpness that belonged to the future empress of the Star Luo Empire had faded away. Her long eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyelids, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she could not completely get rid of the intensity and chaos of last night even in her sleep.
Her breathing was even and long, carrying a sense of calm after exhaustion.
Tang Yu's palm glowed with a faint golden light, then he placed it on Zhu Zhuyun's flat and firm abdomen. A wisp of golden dragon king bloodline, as thin as a hair but containing endless power and majesty, slowly and steadily permeated and flowed into Zhu Zhuyun's body, silently transforming this body that once belonged to an ordinary woman.
This is not a simple "gift," but more like a mark, a connection and change originating from the deepest part of one's bloodline.
The process was extremely gentle and caused almost no pain. It only made Zhu Zhuyun feel lighter and more powerful after waking up, and her perception of soul power might also be a little sharper.
But Tang Yu knew that the essence of this change went far beyond that.
The Golden Dragon King's bloodline is domineering and unparalleled. Even just a trace of it is enough to leave an indelible mark on the depths of Zhu Zhuyun's soul and the origin of her martial spirit.
A wisp of golden dragon bloodline entered Zhu Zhuyun's body. Although it was only a wisp, it was the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King. This wisp was enough to nourish Zhu Zhuyun's physique and make her even stronger.
This also shows that Tang Yu is not magnanimous enough; he slept with others and only gave them a trace of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline.
Too much of it would actually kill Zhu Zhuyun, since the Golden Dragon King's bloodline is not something anyone can absorb or withstand.
That trace of Golden Dragon King bloodline power flowed slowly through Zhu Zhuyun's body, like the warmest current, silently nourishing her tired and sore body.
The tearing pain was lessening, and some deeper potential, which she herself was unaware of, seemed to be quietly awakened.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Zhuyun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her consciousness slowly rose from a warm and satisfying abyss of darkness.
The body's sensations returned first—every part of the body felt as if it had been gently disassembled and reassembled, leaving a languid soreness that was not uncomfortable, but rather carried a strange, deep-seated satisfaction.
But then, a strange yet intense presence enveloped her. Strong arms encircled her waist, warm, steady breaths gently brushed against her forehead, and a broad, burning chest pressed against her back, its steady, powerful heartbeat transmitted through their skin, one beat after another, subtly resonating with her still-calming heartbeat.
"Um……"
A very soft groan, hoarse with the sound of someone just waking up and an indescribable emotion, escaped from her throat. Zhu Zhuyun suddenly opened her eyes, her purplish-black cat-like pupils flashing with panic and confusion in the dim cave.
The initial confusion upon waking lasted only a moment.
What came into view was a man's sharply defined jawline so close to hers, and above that, a pair of golden eyes that remained calm and deep even in the dim morning light, quietly watching her. There was no mockery, no frivolity in them, only a complex and unfathomable depth, and... a trace of gentleness that she couldn't understand.
"Ah—!" Zhu Zhuyun forced a short cry back down her throat, but her body reacted before her mind could process it.
She jerked her arms away from her waist, trying to sit up, but the movement aggravated an unspeakable ache, causing her to freeze, groan, and fall back down.
This completely woke Tang Yu, who was already a light sleeper.
He was actually awake the whole time, but he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing and feel the flow of blood power.
He heard Zhu Zhuyun's subtle movements as she woke up and her suppressed gasp clearly.
He opened his eyes, his golden pupils still clear in the dim cave, calmly looking at the woman in his arms who had suddenly become as taut as a bowstring.
Eyes facing each other.
All sensory information flooded into Zhu Zhuyun's mind instantly, and fragments of last night's frantic and chaotic memories crashed in like a tidal wave.
The despair of being chased by the phantom beast, the shame of having clothes torn, the shock of the mysterious boy descending like a god, the heat and loss of control under the pink mist... then the burning skin, the heavy breathing, the waves of pain and pleasure, and finally the relief of sinking into darkness in exhaustion.
Zhu Zhuyun's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, all the way down to her ears, and even her neck turned pink.
Her dark purple cat-like eyes stared intently at Tang Yu, filled with shock, anger, humiliation, and a hint of bewilderment and vulnerability—a feeling she herself was unaware of—after surviving such a calamity.
She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to question him sharply, to hurl insults, and to curse this opportunistic bastard with the most vicious language.
But it felt like something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't make a complete sound.
Although she was mostly in a daze last night, certain clear fragments—such as how she took the initiative to cling to him, how she moaned and begged—stubbornly surfaced in her mind, making all her rebukes seem pale and powerless.
In the end, she just bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, her body trembling slightly, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell.