[Fantasy] The Witch's Dragon-Slaying Tale (Complete) - 5

The second chapter of the high school section, "The Trap,"

tells the story of Yuan Xiaosong and his group heading to the main playground with great anticipation. Meanwhile, the three girls who had been causing a ruckus in the cafeteria also hurriedly finished their meal and rushed towards the school's administration building.

This imposing five-story building is located on the north side of the playground, echoing the teaching buildings.

For ordinary students, it holds a certain mystique. It is the central nervous system of Fenghua High School, housing all the functional departments.

The three girls entered the elevator of this luxurious building with practiced ease. Compared to their earlier laughter and chatter, their expressions were now somewhat serious.

None of them spoke much, as if each was deep in thought.

At the same time, in a luxurious office of nearly 100 square meters on the top floor of the administration building, the midday sun poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the central air conditioning on the ceiling neutralized the heat, making the entire room warm and comfortable.

Thick Turkish silk carpets covered the entire office floor. At the center of the room, a large mahogany round table held exquisite sterling silver cutlery. The various Western and Chinese dishes on the table were more like works of art than food, almost too beautiful to eat.

Such luxurious furniture and such lavish, high-class cuisine only served to accentuate the loneliness and desolation of the young woman sitting alone at the table.

She possessed a young and stunningly beautiful face.

Her fair and delicate skin was flawless, her crescent-shaped eyebrows seemed to speak volumes, and her jewel-like pupils appeared to pierce the soul, making it difficult to meet her gaze.

An elegant, fitted chiffon V-neck ice silk dress accentuated her tall, shapely figure. Her

high breasts rose and fell slowly with her steady breathing, and her long, slender legs and flawless white feet beneath the knee-length dress radiated a color that would drive men and even women wild and make them submit.

The beautiful woman lazily crossed her legs; if it weren't for the neatly folded student uniforms on the leather sofa beside her, anyone who saw her would have mistaken her for a princess from some country dining. Her

delicate red lips savored the food on the round table with unhurried ease, the silver cutlery clinking softly.

Her fair hands elegantly picked up a steaming cup of coffee, but she didn't rush to drink it.

The "princess" seemed to be waiting for someone.

Her deep, calm gaze was fixed on the ripples in the cup, as if trying to see her own fate and that of certain others through the waves.

Knock, knock, knock…

A gentle knock sounded on the heavy, sturdy door.

"Come in~" The beautiful girl slightly lifted her eyelids and placed the coffee back on the table.

The door opened, and three equally tall girls filed in.

"Sect Leader, we're back,"

the girl with glasses at the front said with a slight bow.

“Chen Jing…” The princess’s lips curled into a helpless smile. “How many times have I told you? Stop calling me Sect Leader, just call me Qingqing.”

“Oh, Qingqing… Sister.”

Chen Jing seemed uncomfortable with this form of address and became embarrassed herself.

“Hehehe…” Qingqing smiled gently, and the room instantly blossomed with joy. “Come on, everyone, sit down. I’m so sorry to have troubled you all to eat with them in the cafeteria today, and you all smell like cafeteria food. You must have had a hard time…” “Yes…” In stark contrast to their earlier arrogance, the three girls were now as docile as kittens, not daring to utter a sound.

“How is it going?”

The young sect leader’s tone was unhurried, but her eyes were full of expectation and curiosity as she looked at Chen Jing.

Chen Jing said, "Reporting to the headmaster... Qingqing, that boy named Yuan Xiaosong seems to be more than he appears."

"Oh!"

A fleeting hint of surprise crossed the princess's face, but she quickly regained her composure. "Go on."

"First of all, he has a completely different aura from other boys."

Chen Jing paused, then continued, "When we surrounded him, although he was nervous and shy, it was obvious—he wasn't swayed by our beauty—unlike other boys." "

Secondly, I didn't see any indication that he wanted to stay with us—perhaps this is related to the reactions of the other students and Xiaodan's fierceness. Throughout our conversation, he showed absolutely no interest, simply finishing his meal quickly and running away."

"Moreover, I deliberately unzipped my shirt quite a bit, exposing my body, but he didn't stare at my chest like many boys do."

At this point, the bespectacled girl's face showed a hint of regret. "My opinion is, either he's a late bloomer, or..." Chen Jing glanced cautiously at the beautiful sect leader, then mustered her courage to say, "Or perhaps he once lived with a very beautiful girl, and that girl's beauty... was at least on par with any of us..."

A cold glint flashed in the "princess's" beautiful eyes.

“Interesting…” Qingqing’s tone remained unhurried, as if what Chen Jing had just said had nothing to do with her. “So… besides these, do you feel anything else different about him?”

At this moment, the Belarusian beauty who had been silent all along suddenly spoke up: “Qing… Sister Qingqing, I… I think… he has… a faint… strange fragrance…”

“Oh, my Ekaterina—Katya, my little beauty… you still have this old problem: when you’re nervous, you can’t speak Mandarin properly. I’m not a devil, I won’t eat you, what’s there to be nervous about?”

Qingqing smiled and gave the white girl an encouraging look. “Go on, what’s with this fragrance?”

"Hmm...it's a very strange scent, unlike any perfume...it's more like an earthy aroma, somewhat like grey amber."

Infected by Qingqing's gaze, Ekaterina slowly stopped stammering. "But, this doesn't make sense! Grey...oh no, I think you call it 'ambergris' here, it's a fixative in perfumes, not the finished product. Also, although the scent on him is very faint, it wasn't overwhelmed by the smell in the cafeteria..."

"Right, now that you mention it, I remember too."

The wheat-colored beauty beside her suddenly realized, "There really is such a scent, I initially thought it was some girl..."

"And..."

Katya ignored Xiaodan, a shyness she had never seen before appearing on her face, "I don't know why, but that scent is so addictive..."

"Really? Interesting, so very interesting!"

The beautiful sect leader could no longer sit still. She stood up, went to the large desk behind her, and pressed a button on the landline. "Looks like it's time to move on to the next step..." "Qingqing, are you going to take matters into your own hands?!"

Chen Jing seemed quite surprised.

"Hehe... this flustered reaction isn't like my strategist at all..." Qingqing smiled. "However, I think it's very necessary to confirm his 'true identity' now. If he really is 'that person,' then we must keep him firmly under our control. Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. You all must not have eaten well, right? I specially ordered a few extra dishes today, all your favorites. Come on, let's eat together!" "No, thank you."

The three girls slowly stood up and said, "The dance competition is at the end of this month, and we need to hurry up and practice so that the spots don't fall into the hands of other girls. Also, the food in the cafeteria isn't as bad as we think." "Okay, you guys go first, I'll come find you in a bit."

Less than five minutes after the three girls said goodbye, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in~" A tall and fiery figure appeared in the beautiful girl's line of sight. This person was none other than Yang Yige, the school's dance teacher and homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 1!

"Headmaster, you wanted to see me?"

Yang Yige also gave Qingqing a slight bow. Although he was more than twice the age of the high school girl in front of him, Yang Yige's respect and humility at this moment were no less than Chen Jing's just now.

"Teacher Yang, look at you... This is only in this office. Please don't do this outside. Just call me Qingqing."

She said this, but the pretty girl was clearly used to being treated this way. "I invited you here today to ask you to announce over the loudspeaker that Yuan Xiaosong should come to your office."

Yang Yige looked up at her in surprise. "Qingqing, what's this?"

"Teacher Yang, I know you're different from us, and less interested in him. But he's very important to our clan and to me personally, so please—make sure he joins the dance team—as a staff member, of course. Give him a little something extra. I hope he can go with us to the national competition at the end of the month..." "What? You mean he'll refuse me?" "

Teacher Yang, don't underestimate this seemingly ordinary boy. He's not as simple as we think."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go right now..." "Don't misunderstand. The 'little something extra' I'm talking about isn't asking you to make any sacrifices, Teacher Yang, but rather some pure benefits. By the way, where is he now?"

"After he came out of the cafeteria, he went to the playground with a few boys...it seems they were going to play soccer..." "What? To the playground! To play soccer! Hahahaha!"

The beautiful girl leader seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing uncontrollably. She pursed her lips and went to the French windows, looking down at the vast, vibrant playground. Without turning her head, she said to Yang Yige, "Teacher Yang, please issue the notice in ten minutes. I believe they'll be back in the classroom in less than five minutes..." At this moment, at the entrance of the playground, Yuan Xiaosong and his group felt as if they had arrived at a Hawaiian beach.

Hundreds of girls, divided into junior high and senior high sections, had completely filled the vast and comfortable lawn.

The two sections were very distinct and did not interfere with each other.

The junior high girls were obviously more lively and active. They were in groups of several or a dozen, some jumping rope and hopscotch, some chasing and playing, and some even playing house.

Compared to them, the senior high girls were obviously more composed and mature.

They were in groups of two or three to five, some with parasols, wearing sunglasses, lying on their own blankets enjoying the afternoon tranquility; others picnicked in a circle with snacks they had just bought from the convenience store, chatting and laughing; some were playing cards noisily; still others were in pairs, clinging to each other, their upper bodies covered by their clothes, whispering sweet nothings…

Of course, some girls were quietly reading alone.

Because of the heat and the soft, clean grass, many girls took off their shoes, revealing pairs of smooth feet, or feet clad in sheer or black stockings. Many others rolled up their sleeves and trousers for comfort, unzipping their tops, exposing their alluring, long legs and white breasts to the air, and to the completely stunned eyes of several boys. Beautiful

bodies lay exposed, heaving with desire.

The boys, in the throes of puberty, began to feel their hearts race uncontrollably.

With a "thud," the boy holding the soccer ball jerked his hand, and the ball fell to the ground. The sudden sound immediately attracted the attention of some girls nearby.

Dozens of gazes, hotter than the sun, focused on Yuan Xiaosong, who was standing at the front.

"Hey, look! A bunch of silly boys are coming over there!" a boy behind him said awkwardly, "Um, I suddenly remembered something, I have to go!" He

then ran away without looking back.

In a flash, all the boys around Yuan Xiaosong disappeared, leaving only the soccer ball with him...

"Hey! Wait for me!"

... "

Attention, Yuan Xiaosong from Class 3, Grade 1! Attention, Yuan Xiaosong from Class 3, Grade 1! Please come to the office on the first floor of the activity center immediately. To reiterate, Yuan Xiaosong from Class 3, Grade 1, please come to the office on the first floor of the activity center immediately..." (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience intense pleasure, fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Yuan Xiaosong had just returned to his classroom when he heard his name called over the loudspeaker.

The activity center? Isn't that where the dance team is? Why am I being called there?

The boy had a vague feeling: the three girls he'd just met in the cafeteria had some inexplicable connection to this notice, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact relationship.

Whether it was a blessing or a curse, it seemed he had no choice but to go.

The activity center, located between the teaching building and the dormitory, included a gym, a multi-purpose hall, a dance training hall, and a movie screening room, among other recreational and training facilities.

The screening room usually offered free movies to students every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at noon; the gym was open to students all day; the multi-purpose hall was used by the school for various activities and meetings…

It had top-of-the-line sound equipment and the most professional training facilities.

The dance training hall, in a sense, could be considered another core of the middle school, the starting point of every girl's dream path to success.

Only those selected for the school dance team are eligible to enter the hall for various dance training and selections, and to improve themselves under the tutelage of professional dance teachers, striving for a spot in the national competition—both to boost their college entrance exam scores and to significantly enhance their resumes.

If the beauties outside the school are just average in this high school, then the dozens of girls in the dance team are the most beautiful girls in the entire school.

Their pretty faces and slender figures are merely stepping stones. Here, they compete not only in their talents but also in their intelligence, background, luck, and methods.

From another perspective, this is also the darkest underworld in the school… because here, there are no weaklings…

At this moment, the dragon's den and tiger's lair have opened their bloody maws, waiting for lost lambs to arrive…

Yuan Xiaosong walked alone on the path leading to the activity center.

The entrance to the office was located on one side of the dance training hall, opposite to the gym and screening room. The boy noticed that there were very few girls here, but their figures, appearances, and overall demeanor were clearly superior to the other students.

The girls had obviously heard the announcement, so they weren't surprised by Yuan Xiaosong's arrival. On the contrary, many of them smiled and looked at him with a meaningful and complex gaze, as if a delicious feast had fallen from the sky.

"Wait a minute, Yuan Xiaosong!"

Just as Yuan Xiaosong was about to step into the activity center, a familiar yet anxious voice stopped him.

The boy turned around, trembling.

"Aunt Song... Aunt Song..."

So it was Aunt Song who called me!

I guess I couldn't escape this fate after all...

Sigh, it was destined. After all, I insulted her daughter; she's already grateful she didn't stab me to death...

But, do I still have to go to the police station...? My high school life, barely begun, is already ending...?

Yuan Xiaosong lowered his head in repentance, tears welling in his eyes, awaiting the beautiful woman's verdict.

But Song Zhenying wasn't in much better shape. Hearing the announcement, she had only rushed here to stop him, without considering how to begin speaking to him.

An incredibly awkward silence ensued.

“Xiao Song…”

Song Zhenying said with difficulty, “In a little while… no matter who you see, no matter what they ask you to do, don’t agree to it… Believe me, Auntie is doing this for your own good…”

“Auntie Song… I, I…”

“Don’t say anything… Promise Auntie, okay… If you don’t agree, I’ll…”

“Isn’t this Teacher Song? Hello, Teacher Song!”

Two older girls who came together recognized their English teacher and went up to greet her loudly, while stealing glances at Yuan Xiaosong to prepare material for the gossip to come.

“Alright, that’s enough. I have something to do, I’ll go first, remember what I said!”

After Song Zhenying finished speaking, she left quickly without looking back, leaving the boy standing there with a blank mind.

Yuan Xiaosong was full of questions, but he didn’t dare to linger for too long. He staggered to the office door…

Knock, knock, knock…

“Come in.”

The boy who pushed open the door immediately saw his homeroom teacher sitting upright in the boss’s chair, giving him a charming smile—she seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

"Come, Yuan Xiaosong, please have a seat."

This office was reserved for Yang Yige. As the most outstanding dance teacher in the middle school, this treatment was a recognition and reward for her.

Yuan Xiaosong sat awkwardly on the sofa opposite the desk, looking at the beautiful female teacher with a sense of helplessness. He wondered what she would say next—what could it be that made Aunt Song so nervous and uneasy, even going so far as to come and stop him? However, Aunt Song's tone and expression just now were very serious.

"Xiaosong, as you know, our middle school has more girls than boys, and our school dance team is the pride of the school, winning honors time and again..."

Yang Yige paused, trying to maintain a light tone as she continued, "The dance team is entirely composed of girls, that's for sure. However, with the increasing number of members, the logistical pressure is also growing, and some tasks are very difficult for girls..." "

Therefore, after careful discussion, the school leadership has decided to recruit five students of good character to join the dance team to handle logistical work, including one boy..."

The beautiful teacher looked up at Yuan Xiaosong, "Since I have some influence here, the school has entrusted me with the selection. Yuan Xiaosong, would you be willing to contribute to the school...?"

"I... but I..."

The boy was secretly frustrated—he had originally intended to refuse after the teacher finished speaking. Moreover, his experiences over the past half-day and Song Zhenying's warning had made him wary, but Teacher Yang's last sentence left him unable to object—was he unwilling to contribute to the school? Was he really going to risk offending his homeroom teacher for the next three years?

"You don't need to worry about your studies at all,"

Yang Yige said confidently. "Your absences during dance team training and competitions will not be counted as attendance, and I'll even give you extra tutoring. It won't affect your grades or college entrance exams. You'll automatically leave the team after your second year of high school."

"Oh, and don't be nervous at all. It's true that the dance team is all girls, but their training is unrelated to you. All you need to do is listen to the captain and me, and do the daily preparations and logistical work for the team. Xiaosong, this is also a great opportunity to train yourself..."

Yuan Xiaosong suddenly realized he had no reason to refuse, but Song Zhenying's harsh words made it impossible for him to agree with a clear conscience.

"Teacher Yang, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle the work here and will embarrass you..."

Sigh... that's not like a man saying that!

Teacher Yang, please don't be angry with me, I don't want to leave such a bad impression...

but there's nothing I can do! There was another woman who just threatened me…

I really don’t want to offend her more than you…

“Look at you! How do you know it won’t work before you’ve even started!”

Yang Yige, her face contorted with anger, suddenly stood up, strode over to Yuan Xiaosong, and began to lecture her student from above, completely disregarding the fact that her ample bosom was almost touching the boy’s face: “If you have any difficulties, you can speak up openly! But if you shrink back as soon as you encounter a problem, how can you grow and improve! How can you become a pillar of the nation!”

Yuan Xiaosong was about to explain when Yang Yige waved her hand and said, “No need to say anything, this matter is settled! You come with me to the training hall right now, everyone is waiting for you!”

With that, she grabbed the boy’s hand and dragged him towards the dance training hall without further ado.

The path from the office to the main entrance of the hall wasn’t long. As the heavy double doors drew closer, Yuan Xiaosong began to get really nervous: “Teacher Yang, please don’t be angry! I really…”

“Bang!”

Yang Yige ignored him and forcefully pushed open the doors.

The luxurious training hall, the size of a basketball court, was spacious, bright, and clean.

Dozens of tall, beautiful, and unfamiliar girls, already dressed in various dance training outfits, were warming up, preparing to make the most of their precious lunch break for training.

Dozens of fragrant, hot, youthful bodies were encased in revealing and sexy bodysuits.

Long, slender arms and beautiful legs, delicate feet, rounded buttocks, and firm breasts, combined with the girls' graceful and confident movements, created a series of alluring and tempting scenes.

The air was filled with a mixture of shampoo, shower gel, sweat, and the natural fragrance of young girls, enough to turn any male animal into a pure, hungry wolf.

Yuan Xiaosong felt dizzy, lightheaded, and short of breath—with each breath of the scent emanating from their bodies, his rationality diminished, while another hot, suffocating feeling gradually spread from his groin throughout his body, seeping into every pore.

Upon seeing the clumsy boy who had intruded into the "Kingdom of Women," the female team members were initially taken aback.

But then, after seeing his appearance clearly and smelling the faint "fragrance" emanating from him, a glint of ambiguous excitement appeared in the girls' eyes.

Showing off one's best side to a boy of interest is a common trait among all boys and girls of this age, and it's human nature. Moreover, in such a confined environment, the "dragon's breath" unintentionally released by the boy had already been unknowingly inhaled by the girls.

The girls' actions became more exaggerated and daring—these girls were already proud of their figures and faces; and those who dreamed of one day standing under the spotlight and being worshipped by thousands were clearly not the introverted and shy type.

While subtly displaying their body curves and some private parts, usually hidden under their school uniforms, to the blushing boy, the girls' eyes were also busy. Dozens of fiery gazes first swept over his entire body, then slowly focused on his crotch.

At this moment, Yuan Xiaosong had almost lost all ability to speak or think. Like a lamb to the slaughter, he was dragged across the hall by Yang Yige.

"Hello, Teacher Yang."

Upon seeing their respected teacher, the three girls who were doing preparatory activities on the platform straightened up and greeted her respectfully.

"Ah! You, you are…"

Yuan Xiaosong was shocked—they were none other than the three hot girls who had put him in a difficult position in the cafeteria earlier.

"Oh? Do you know each other?"

Yang Yige asked suspiciously.

"No, I don't know you…"

Yuan Xiaosong blushed and lowered his head.

“Oh, then let me introduce them. They are the core and elite members of the dance team.”

Yang Yige pointed to the tanned beauty and said, “This is Lu Xiaodan, a classmate from Class 7 of the first year of high school, who is in the same grade as you.”

So her surname is Lu…

“Hello! We met in the cafeteria at noon!”

Lu Xiaodan extended her hand generously.

“You, hello… My name is Yuan Xiaosong.”

After a shy handshake and greeting, Yuan Xiaosong couldn’t help but take another look at this girl who was a head taller than him.

The pure white two-piece tight-fitting fitness outfit perfectly outlined the sunny girl’s proud figure and smooth skin.

Her flat and firm abdomen had no excess fat, and the slightly protruding lines of her arms and legs showed her excellent physical fitness; while the large expanse of tanned skin exposed to the air and her playful little belly button exuded a unique healthy and wild beauty.

“Oh, so you’ve met before.”

A hint of surprise flashed across Yang Yige’s face, but she quickly regained her composure. She then introduced another girl who had just been sitting next to the boy, “This classmate’s name is Ekaterina, nicknamed Katya, she’s Belarusian. She and Lu Xiaodan are both in Class 7 of the first year of high school. Although they are both freshmen like you, they are the rising stars of this year’s dance team, and the secret weapon with the best chance of winning a prize in the national competition.”

Like most of the open-minded girls in the “Kingdom of Women,” Katya, who was slightly taller than Lu Xiaodan, was not wearing a bra.

The elastic, navy blue double-strapped bodysuit hugged the rounded, beautiful buttocks and full breasts characteristic of early-developing Caucasian girls, and also outlined her hot S-curve; not to mention the perfect golden ratio displayed by her well-proportioned and slender legs, which Asian girls could only dream of. If one had to nitpick, one could only say that because Europeans generally have slightly larger frames, her shoulders were slightly wider than other girls. But this insignificant flaw could not overshadow the captivating charm emanating from this young girl whose figure was comparable to that of a top model.

Both girls were masterpieces of the Creator. One was like fire, the other like water; one a wild, untamed horse, the other a transcendent spirit.

Yuan Xiaosong, only now seeing their faces clearly, could hardly believe his eyes. "

I just had lunch with such beautiful girls, although that doesn't mean anything..."

Seeing the boy staring at her speechlessly, the Belarusian beauty blushed shyly. She didn't speak, but instead greeted him with an elegant European courtly gesture.

"Hehe~~ Teacher Yang, let me introduce myself."

A sweet voice came from behind Yuan Xiaosong; it was the quiet girl the two women had called "Sister Jing."

Unlike Lu Xiaodan and Ekaterina's sexy and flamboyant style, the bespectacled girl, dressed in an exquisite off-the-shoulder yoga outfit and tight shorts, exuded a unique intellectual and classical beauty characteristic of Eastern girls. Although shorter than the other two girls, Chen Jing's chest was undeniably impressive. Her top was pushed up, creating two prominent hemispheres, making her yoga clothes seem too small and clinging tightly to her body, revealing large expanses of fair and delicate skin.

"My name is Chen Jing, I'm in Class 1 of Grade 11, and I'm the vice-captain of the dance team,"

Chen Jing said with a smile, extending her small, white hand to Yuan Xiaosong, two sweet dimples appearing on her face. "I'll be relying on you in the future, please take good care of me."

"Hello."

Gradually adjusting to the atmosphere, the boy became less nervous. He gently shook hands with Chen Jing, but his gaze never dared to look below her neck.

"By the way, Chen Jing, where's... Zhang Qingqing?"

Yang Yige asked.

"She's in the back, doing her warm-up exercises..." "Oh. Xiaosong, come with me."

With that, Yang Yige pulled Yuan Xiaosong through a small door next to the stage in the hall.

To the boy's surprise, behind the inconspicuous door lay a completely different world.

Although only half the size of the hall, the boy noticed that the environment here was significantly more upscale.

Thick, soft carpets covered the floor; central air conditioning maintained fresh air; four large, imposing lockers, each large enough to fit two people; and a private bathroom and toilet were just steps away—this was clearly a luxurious dressing room reserved for the core members of the dance team.

At the far end of the dressing room, a slender, long-haired girl stood silently with her back to them.

To describe it as "standing" wasn't entirely accurate. More precisely, she was performing a dance move called the "splits." The

splits, commonly known as the one-legged split, are a common movement in dance, fitness, and martial arts.

Yuan Xiaosong had witnessed this high-difficulty move, designed to showcase the grace of the female limbs, both in the hall and on television during Olympic gymnastics competitions .

There are several types of splits: left and right, front and back; standing and sitting. In a standing pose, most women stand on one leg, raising the other leg straight up overhead from in front or to the side.

But this girl, incredibly, leaned forward, raising her leg straight up from behind her head, and grasped her ankle with both hands.

This was a move most people wouldn't even dare to attempt, yet she did it with ease.

The girl wasn't wearing shoes. Yuan Xiaosong gazed at her jade-like foot, raised to its highest point: the beautifully arched arch, the long toes, the delicate, smooth skin, even the heel was equally exquisite, without a single scratch. Faint veins were visible on the instep, almost invisible without close inspection. The sole was completely wrinkle-free, making it appear even more radiant and beautiful.

His gaze slid down her slender ankles: her long, bare legs were shapely and graceful, gleaming alluringly under the light, tempting him to hold them in his hands and caress them. A round-neck, backless short-sleeved leotard boldly exposed the fair skin of her back, adding to her feminine charm.

Yuan Xiaosong's eyes instinctively crawled along her legs, imprinting every inch of her skin firmly in his mind before fixing their gaze on her crotch.

With her legs spread 180 degrees, the girl's most private parts were now brazenly exposed to the boy's burning gaze. The crotch of her thin, swimsuit-like black leotard barely covered her private area between her thighs, clinging tightly to it, the elastic fabric creating a blurry, petal-like outline. The boy swallowed

hard, his body already burning with involuntary heat.

"Ahem..." Yang Yige, standing beside him, coughed lightly twice.

The tall girl, hearing the cough, slowly lowered her legs and gracefully turned around…!

A peerless beauty dwells in a secluded valley…

Besides this ancient poem, the completely stunned Yuan Xiaosong couldn't think of any words to describe the stunning beauty before him—the "Queen" of the "Kingdom of Women." Her

beautiful face seemed to be born from the very essence of heaven and earth. Her eyebrows were delicate as spring mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, revealing a noble and dignified air. Her flowing, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her bright, intelligent eyes even more irresistible. Her pearly white teeth, like two rows of sparkling jade, were captivating. It was a genuine, natural beauty, like a lotus rising from clear water, astonishing how naturally beautiful she could be. It was as if a goddess had descended from heaven, transforming a dark forest into a serene and enchanting paradise .

"I...I actually saw that beautiful girl's...that..."

Yuan Xiaosong felt a jolt of fear and nearly fainted.

The beautiful girl moved gracefully towards them. Her delicate feet rustled softly on the comfortable carpet.

"Hello, Teacher Yang,"

the girl greeted Yang Yige respectfully, her movements elegant and graceful.

"Uh... Zhang Qingqing, this is Yuan Xiaosong, the new member of the dance team in charge of logistics."

Even Yang Yige seemed to be affected, his gaze towards the girl becoming dreamy, and his words becoming somewhat incoherent. "Yuan Xiaosong, this is the dance team captain, named Zhang Qingqing, a student in Class 1 of the second year of high school. From now on, she will be your superior, and you must do your job according to her and my requirements."

"Hello, Yuan Xiaosong... Please continue to teach me in the future..." Zhang Qingqing looked at the boy in front of her, who was completely captivated by her beauty and utterly dumbfounded, and smiled as she extended her hand to him.

"You, you, hello..." Yuan Xiaosong's face had turned as red as a ripe apple, and Song Zhenying's warnings and threats had long been forgotten.

"Well, Yuan Xiaosong, today I'm just showing you around. We're about to have an internal dance team meeting."

Yang Yige's tone was authoritative. "You need to officially report here at 12:30 tomorrow noon. We'll tell you your specific tasks then. That's all for today."

What could the boy say now?

"Oh... well, goodbye Teacher Yang, goodbye senior."

Yuan Xiaosong bowed to the two girls and silently turned to leave.

The two girls watched the boy's figure disappear.

"Zhang... Qingqing, it seems I still have to rely on you to handle this. Look at his reaction just now, you've completely captivated him."

"No, Teacher Yang, you're wrong, he didn't succumb to me..." A hint of disappointment and resentment flashed in the beautiful girl's eyes. "He only succumbed to this environment and atmosphere. Although he was surprised and restrained just now, his eyes don't lie. There wasn't a trace of lewdness in his gaze when he looked at me. I've never seen such a look in my life."

"As for the aura emanating from him, it's indescribable, though it seems even he himself isn't aware of it... It seems Chen Jing's analysis was correct—he's definitely not an ordinary person! He's the 'reincarnation of the dragon' we've been searching for!"

At this point, a sharp look appeared on Zhang Qingqing's face. "From childhood to adulthood, nothing I've ever wanted has escaped my grasp! Yuan Xiaosong—you're no exception!"

As she spoke, the tall girl clenched her small fists tightly, her resolute expression captivating the beautiful teacher beside her…

Part Two, High School Chapter Three: The Banquet

. Time flies. In the blink of an eye, three weeks had passed.

Like most other first-year high school students, Yuan Xiaosong gradually adapted to daily school life and became familiar with his classmates.

In these short twenty days, several things happened that puzzled him.

First, his deskmate was suddenly transferred to another class, and Teacher Yang didn't seem to have any plans to have another student as his deskmate. Therefore, whenever English class required pairs to practice dialogues, Yuan Xiaosong could only sit alone, staring blankly at the others chatting and laughing in the classroom, his heart filled with bitterness.

The second thing was even more inexplicable: whenever he walked around campus, in the cafeteria, or on the playground, almost every girl would stare at him—her eyes filled with longing, resentment, and sorrow—yet for some reason, no one came up to talk to him, not even his female classmates.

In stark contrast, other boys were basically snapped up by girls within the first three days of school. Here, it was not uncommon for a boy to have several girls pursuing him simultaneously, and scenes of girls fighting over boys were commonplace.

He had even witnessed several girls completely abandoning ladylike conduct and fighting over a boy with a relatively outstanding appearance and physique. Even so, only a minority of girls had boyfriends, after all, the number of boys was simply too small.

Yuan Xiaosong felt as if an invisible wall surrounded him at school, isolating and oppressing him, constantly preventing other students from communicating with him.

The boy didn't know why.

At first, he suspected that these people looked down on him. Over the past month, from the girls' gossip and the snippets of their competitive banter, the boy vaguely discerned some clues: almost every student who could enter this middle school, except for him, had some kind of background. And the school's expensive facilities and resources were mostly "a drop in the ocean" from wealthy parents. Wait a minute

, their expressions didn't seem like they disdained talking to me, but rather that they were afraid to talk to me…

Later, he started to overthink: wondering if there was something wrong with him, if everyone already knew he had committed an unforgivable crime.

Did Aunt Song blame me for not listening to her and spreading my story?

But that doesn't make sense either; if that were the case, how could I still be studying here!

The boy racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

Gradually, Yuan Xiaosong got used to going to class, eating lunch, and going home alone—not because the other boys isolated him like the girls did, but because they were all accompanied by girls and couldn't escape.

Every day after lunch and after school, he would go to the training hall to clean and prepare training equipment for the dance team.

Only there could he find a moment of relief. Although the work was hard, with twice-daily contact, he found that Zhang Qingqing and the others weren't as aloof as the other girls; they often chatted and laughed with him, showing concern for his well-being. However

, despite talking to Zhang Qingqing almost every day for the past three weeks, Yuan Xiaosong still didn't dare to look directly at her stunningly beautiful face, but if he looked down, he would see her snow-white legs and jade-like feet. Therefore, every time he spoke to her, it was a very "painful" experience for the young man in the prime of his youth.

As the end of the month approached, the darlings of the dance team no longer had time to glance at him with ambiguous and flirtatious eyes as they had at the beginning of the semester; instead, they trained with the intensity of a battle, sweating profusely.

According to Teacher Yang, the national competition is about to begin. As last year's champions and runners-up, Zhang Qingqing and Chen Jing have directly entered the finals, while Lu Xiaodan, Ekaterina, and other girls need to participate in the preliminary rounds

in the middle of the month. Their rankings will determine whether they qualify for the finals and their order of appearance in the finals. Generally, every middle school holds its autumn sports meet on the last Friday or Saturday before the National Day holiday, and Fenghua Middle School is no exception. Just as Yuan Xiaosong was worrying about which event he should participate in, the bell rang for the end of the last class in the afternoon.

"Yuan Xiaosong, wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

The boy, who had just finished packing his schoolbag, was about to leave the classroom when he bumped into his beautiful homeroom teacher. "Well, this year, four students from our school have made it to the finals of the National Dance Competition."

"Really? Which four?"

"Our captain and vice-captain, and Lu Xiaodan and Ekaterina, who are in the same grade as you. And Xiaodan and Katya performed exceptionally well; their rankings this time are quite good."

As Yang Yige spoke, she began to show a proud expression: not only were her students doing well, but this year four of them had made it to the finals; she, as their teacher, was also very proud.

"Oh..."

Yuan Xiaosong wasn't very interested in who made it, after all, he wasn't the one who would get extra points on the college entrance exam.

"The final stage of the competition will be held in a city neighboring us. The school will send a car to take us there. Since the competition is in the afternoon, and there will be an awards ceremony afterwards, the school has decided to arrange for everyone to stay overnight at a hotel, considering the hardship of the participating students' travel..."

"Wait, wait a minute

, Teacher Yang! You just said... 'we'..." "Hehe, yes. I came to see you today to inform you of this. You will be accompanying us to this competition as a member of the delegation. Don't worry, I will talk to your parents. Xiaosong, you should be fine, right?"

"But, but teacher... I still have to go to class..."

"Hehehe, Xiaosong, I haven't told you the date of the competition yet. The final is in four days from now on Friday, so you don't need to worry about it affecting your studies."

"Ah! Oh, I understand, it's the day of the sports meet..."

Seeing the homeroom teacher's expression, Yuan Xiaosong knew that he couldn't refuse this time no matter what.

"Okay, then go home and get ready. Meet at the school gate at eight o'clock on Friday morning. Remember not to be late!"

"Yes..."

After the lesson learned last time, Yuan Xiaosong deeply understood what it meant to "lose face with someone else." His obedient attitude surprised Yang Yige.

Four days later, in the morning.

"Hmm, Xiaosong, you're very punctual."

The stylishly dressed Yang Yige greeted him with a smile, but the boy's gaze was instantly drawn to the woman nestled beside her.

Alluring was the strong first impression this woman gave Yuan Xiaosong.

Her clothes were ordinary, even somewhat plain, and her simple makeup wasn't flashy. But this woman's not-so-perfectly-looking face constantly exuded an aura that made men's adrenaline surge.

Her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips—every smile, every gesture—Yuan Xiaosong felt waves of seductive charm seeping from her bones, quickly seeping into his limbs and eroding his very soul.

Seeing the boy standing there dumbfounded, Yang Yige frowned slightly. "What's wrong, Xiaosong? What are you daydreaming about? Come here quickly! This is our school's Vice Principal Yu. Come and greet her!"

"Oh! Hello, Principal Yu!"

Yuan Xiaosong vaguely remembered seeing her next to the principal at the opening ceremony not long ago. He never dreamed that this woman, who looked to be in her early thirties at most, could become the vice principal of a middle school at such a young age.

"Hello, Xiaosong. You've really worked hard this time. However, this is also a very valuable opportunity for growth. Our school has always attached great importance to the dance competition, but unfortunately, the principal has to attend an emergency meeting in the city, so I'm accompanying you this time."

Principal Yu said, smiling as she looked him up and down.

"Yes, please rest assured, I will definitely do my job well."

Yuan Xiaosong, who had never spoken to a high-level school administrator before, couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He answered cautiously while secretly observing the young female vice principal in front of him.

The boy suddenly noticed something very strange.

Generally speaking, a principal's position is higher than a teacher's. Therefore, if a "principal" and a "teacher" were standing side by side, it would never be like these two women in front of him: the "principal" leaning tightly against the "teacher" and affectionately holding her arm.

The boy thought: these two women must be quite close.

"By the way, Teacher Yang, where are Zhang Qingqing and the others?"

"They'll be here soon, let's wait a little longer."

"Ah!"

Yuan Xiaosong was taken aback.

Who exactly were these girls? They actually made his teacher and principal wait for them! What arrogance!

If ordinary girls in the school were all influential, then who were Zhang Qingqing and the others, whom even they couldn't afford to offend or even mention behind their backs?

Yuan Xiaosong dared not think too much about it, nor could he.

Ten minutes later, four tall and familiar beautiful figures finally appeared before the three of them. But to the boy's surprise—they didn't come from inside the school, but rather filed out from the upscale residential area across the street.

Compared to usual, the four girls' expressions were slightly solemn. After all, they weren't going sightseeing this time; they were going to have a real fight against experts from all over the country.

Yuan Xiaosong took their bags and loaded them into the van. Compared to these girls, he hadn't brought much luggage. ...

The scenery before them began to look increasingly unfamiliar, and the familiar city was gradually receding into the distance.

This was the boy's first time traveling so far.

Compared to the beautiful autumn scenery on both sides of the road, the atmosphere inside the van was somewhat heavy.

Zhang Qingqing, wearing a pair of stylish sunglasses, leaned back in her seat, resting; Chen Jing, ignoring the slight bumps in the car, was engrossed in reading a book; Lu Xiaodan and Ekaterina shared a pair of earphones side by side, listening to music; and Yang Yige and Principal Yu, as Yuan Xiaosong expected—their relationship was indeed special: they were sometimes whispering sweet nothings and sometimes huddled together the whole way. Their bodies were always pressed together, their heads very close together.

Extremely bored and fueled by curiosity, the boy held his breath, intently eavesdropping on their conversation.

Unfortunately, their voices were already low, and the engine noise masked most of it. Even with all his might, Yuan Xiaosong could only catch snippets.

"Xuelian...my class...students...today..."

"Yige...I...Teacher Song...should...be okay..."

"Ah...you...Zhenying...no...she...I..."

"Look at you...she...we...sooner or later..."

"No...I...tonight...you..."

"Ugh...last time...this time..."

"You bad boy..."

Around noon, the van finally pulled up in front of the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Lincheng.

Yuan Xiaosong had no time to admire the hotel's grandeur; ravenously hungry, he knew this wasn't an autumn outing, but rather hard labor.

After settling into their rooms and with their luggage, the group quickly ate lunch and immediately began preparing for the final competition to be held that afternoon at the Municipal Cultural Hall.

That afternoon, the Cultural Hall was packed with people; the National High School Dance Competition finals were underway. Dancers from all over the country took to the stage, showcasing their elegant figures to the judges and the entire audience.

Having spent half the day backstage, Yuan Xiaosong could only faintly hear music and applause coming from the hall. Wearing a staff badge, he was being bossed around by Yang Yige and Yu Xuelian. Of course, Yang and Yu weren't idle either; they were applying makeup to the four dancers while giving them final pointers and encouragement.

The boy was so busy he had no time to appreciate their post-makeup beauty.

So tired… If I had known it would be this tiring, I would never have come today… It’s more tiring than running 5,000 meters… But if that’s the case, why didn’t they bring more staff?…

Finally, the first few dozen contestants finished their races. Fenghua Middle School, a long-established powerhouse, had Lu Xiaodan and Katya take first and second place in the preliminary rounds, while Zhang Qingqing and Chen Jing were last year’s finalists.

Therefore, the four girls were allowed to perform last.

Lu Xiaodan, in a grass skirt and covered in olive oil, was the first to appear; Ekaterina, in a snow-white ballet tutu, stockings, and ballet shoes, resembled the poignant and elegant white swan from Swan Lake; Chen Jing removed her glasses, dressed as a lively and adorable Irish shepherdess; and Zhang Qingqing, the last to appear, in a long dress with five-colored gold and emerald patterns typical of Dai ethnic minority women, was as beautiful and refined as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

The applause and cheers around them rose in waves. The final results announced after the competition showed that Zhang Qingqing's peacock dance won the championship for the second consecutive year, Ekaterina's ballet and Lu Xiaodan's hula dance tied for second place, while Chen Jing's tap dance came in third—not because Chen Jing danced poorly, but because the other three performed exceptionally well. ...

As dusk settled,

a song by the Australian band The Lucksmiths, "Little Distraction," filled the opulent five-star hotel lobby with a clear and romantic atmosphere.

"Cheers!"

Seven wine glasses clinked together triumphantly.

The table was laden with delicious food, and Yuan Xiaosong, the four beautiful girls, along with Teacher Yang and Principal Yu, gathered to celebrate the students' outstanding achievements in the competition, bringing honor to the school and themselves!

Despite having spent most of the day there, the young people showed no signs of fatigue. The four girls, abandoning their previous tension and seriousness, laughed and talked loudly, seemingly oblivious to their teachers and principal huddled together, whispering sweet nothings.

After a few glasses of red wine, faint blushes began to appear on Yang Yige and Yu Xuelian's faces; the way they gazed at each other became both surprising and somewhat familiar to Yuan Xiaosong.

Strange, this look...where have I seen it before?

"If you ask me, there's someone else who deserves a lot of credit for our success today!"

Lu Xiaodan, sitting to Yuan Xiaosong's left, said loudly after finishing her drink, glancing at him furtively, unaware that the boy wasn't listening to them at all.

"Oh? Who is that person?"

Chen Jing, to his right, asked knowingly with a smile.

This look...this look...

a figure he didn't want to recall, yet now had to, gradually surfaced in the boy's mind. Just

as Lu Xiaodan was about to answer, Ekaterina, sitting to her left, interjected, "I know, it's Yuan Xiaosong, who worked so hard for us today!"

The figure in his mind slowly became clearer. Even though she was crying and in pain, before this, when she looked at me, it was this look—no doubt about it!

As soon as Katya finished speaking, four pairs of beautiful eyes turned to Yuan Xiaosong, who was deep in thought.

"Uh, cough cough... Yuan Xiaosong, you've really worked hard this past month, including this trip with us to the competition. On behalf of the entire dance team, I'd like to toast you, hoping we can work together in the future."

Zhang Qingqing, sitting to Chen Jing's right, elegantly raised her wine glass, but it contained a soft drink instead of wine. ...

"Yuan Xiaosong, what's wrong?"

Seeing the boy staring blankly at the table like a stone, Lu Xiaodan was very puzzled.

"Yuan Xiaosong!"

"Ah! Oh!"

Yuan Xiaosong, as if waking from a dream, saw Zhang Qingqing holding her glass stiffly and quickly grabbed it. " ...

Classmates~" Yang Yige said lazily, helping Yu Xuelian along. "Principal Yu and I will head back first. You can eat slowly, and don't wander around afterward. Everyone has worked hard today, so go back to your rooms and rest early. But don't forget to get up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning for breakfast, and the bus departs at nine."

With that, the two girls helped each other up and slowly walked towards their rooms. Both of them were a little unsteady on their feet, and Yu Xuelian's hand, which was wrapped around Yang Yige's waist, secretly pinched her round buttocks.

"Yay! They're finally gone!"

After watching the two disappear from her sight, Lu Xiaodan cheered first, followed by Katya and Chen Jing clenching their fists in celebration. Although Zhang Qingqing wasn't as overtly expressive as them, her face also showed happiness and a sense of freedom.

"Um... Yuan Xiaosong, have you ever drunk alcohol?"

Chen Jing, who had been a well-behaved girl until now, suddenly asked a completely unexpected question.

"What! Alcohol! But we're students, we can't..."

Yuan Xiaosong was taken aback.

"Hey! What's wrong with being a student? Besides, how do you know it's bad if you don't try it?"

Lu Xiaodan said nonchalantly, then mysteriously pulled a large, square white box from her bag. A five-pointed star was printed on it, with three large characters: "Internal Recruitment Liquor"; next to it, a line of smaller characters: "Military Supplies Special Supply"; and a Huabiao (ornamental column) was printed on the side of the box.

The wheat-colored beauty trembled as she opened the box, taking out a bright green bottle with a yellow ribbon tied to its neck.

"This, this is Moutai!"

Yuan Xiaosong exclaimed. Although he had never drunk alcohol before, he had lived a long life and knew a little about it.

Lu Xiaodan said with a hint of pride, "What's so special about this! We have plenty of this at home!"

She unscrewed the cap, and a rich aroma of liquor immediately filled the air. Yuan Xiaosong nervously looked around: the five-star hotel had very few diners, the waiters were all standing far away, and the five of them weren't wearing school uniforms… The boy relaxed slightly. But as he turned around, he found that the glass in front of him was already full.

Zhang Qingqing stood up first: "Come on, the real celebration banquet is about to begin! To celebrate our great success, cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Watching the four girls tremblingly bring their glasses to their lips, Yuan Xiaosong thought: Everyone at the table has drunk, if I'm the only one who doesn't, it would seem too unmanly in front of the girls.

Drink!

The boy gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and forgot about his parents' teachings and his status as a student, tilting his head back and downing nearly two ounces of Moutai in one gulp.

"Ouch...cough cough cough..."

It felt as if a knife that had been heated for a long time had plunged from his throat straight into his stomach; the boy felt a burning sensation running down his throat. His face flushed red, he coughed loudly as he gulped down a glass of drink. Looking up, he saw that besides Ekaterina, the other three girls were also bent over coughing in agony.

"Cough cough...cough cough!"

"Cough cough...cough cough!"

"Cough cough...it's so spicy! Cough cough...I can't take it!"

Chen Jing's pretty face turned pink as she struggled to speak.

"Xiaodan...Xiaodan...are you alright? Are you okay?"

Katya asked with concern, supporting Lu Xiaodan, who was almost unable to speak.

"I, I'm fine! Cough cough...damn it! I saw Grandpa and Dad drinking it without any problems! How come...cough cough cough..." Lu Xiaodan's body stiffened, but she still tried to sound tough.

Just as Yuan Xiaosong thought these pampered girls would give up, he heard Zhang Qingqing, who had recovered, say, "Xiaodan, this wine isn't bad... it's just too strong. By the way, Katya, cough cough... I used to hear you brag about how great your wine was, but unfortunately you didn't bring any today. Cough cough cough... Ah, it's rare that we're all so happy today..."

Before Zhang Qingqing could finish speaking, Ekaterina across from her smiled smugly, "Hehe... Boss, look what this is..." As she spoke, the Belarusian beauty picked up a delicate little box from under her, and when she opened it, a chilling aura emanated from it: the box was lined with several thick layers of ice, and on top of the ice lay a translucent wine bottle, with several geese soaring high above a glacier printed on it. Below it appeared to be a line of English: Grey Goose Vodka.

Katya, gloating over the four's surprised looks, slammed the bottle down on the table and defiantly said to Lu Xiaodan, "This is real wine! Yours is just a beverage in our country."

But then she added with a hint of regret, "Unfortunately, this isn't from my homeland; it's from France..."

Chen Jing stammered, "This wine... could it be..."

Just as the bespectacled beauty was about to blurt it out, she felt a sharp pain in her thigh—Zhang Qingqing had secretly pinched her. It seemed the two of them already knew what kind of wine it was. The difference was that Zhang Qingqing had known for a while, while she had only just found out.

"Tch! I don't believe it!"

Lu Xiaodan, enraged by her best friend's gaze, snatched the bottle, roughly unscrewed the cap, and poured a full glass for everyone—including the innocent boy, of course.

"I, I'll drink first!"

This time, the wheat-colored beauty raised her glass first, and before anyone else could clink glasses with her, she gulped it down in one go, her boldness no less than that of a chivalrous hero.

"Wait, wait a minute, Xiaodan! That's not how you drink this! Sigh..."

Ekaterina was shocked, but it was too late to stop her.

"Huh~?"

Just when everyone thought the wheat-colored beauty was about to lose her composure again or even crawl under the table, Lu Xiaodan's already flushed face showed a look of surprise and longing. "This wine~ is quite delicious~!"

"Hehe, how about it!"

The White Russian beauty smiled smugly, "Listen to me, this is the correct way to drink this wine. Please put the glass to your lips first and inhale the aroma."

Yuan Xiaosong felt a sweet fragrance wafting towards him, and then he heard Katya say, "Now please take a small sip, remember, just a little bit."

A soft and comfortable feeling spread in his mouth. Sweet, smooth, yet not burning, this lasting satisfaction felt like a delicate beauty being slowly embraced.

The boy secretly glanced around, only to see that all the girls had blissful, ecstatic expressions.

"Very good! Finally, let's drink our glasses dry!" After a few rounds of drinks...

the atmosphere at the dinner table began to undergo some unseen and intangible changes...

"Um... Xiaosong, tell me... are we good to you?"

Lu Xiaodan was already blushing to her ears, and she asked, her tongue slurring, as she held Yuan Xiaosong's shoulder.

"You guys are very good to me... really, very good..." At this moment, Yuan Xiaosong felt everything in his eyes begin to spin slowly, as if he were floating in a cloud. He couldn't think much, only relying on memories and instincts to feel: compared to the other girls in school who "looked at him like he was a ghost," these four beautiful girls in front of him were indeed very kind and treated him like a friend.

"So, do you want to stay with us forever?"

Chen Jing leaned closer from the other side, pressing the issue.

Yuan Xiaosong, without much thought, almost instinctively answered, "I...I...want...want..." It wasn't that the boy was lustful; what normal man wouldn't want a few beautiful women by his side? Especially a young man in the prime of his youth, with no social experience, and who had been given a lot of strong liquor.

Hearing his "drunken truth," the four women all showed delighted and smug expressions.

Seeing their silence, Yuan Xiaosong hurriedly added, "Um, you, you guys don't misunderstand...I, I didn't mean that! I just..."

Chen Jing interrupted before he could finish, "Wanting to stay with us is actually very simple. You just need to listen to us from now on..." "Listen...to?"

The boy was confused: Haven't I been doing what you asked me to do, diligently carrying out logistical work every day for the past month? Isn't that enough obedience?

Completely misunderstanding Chen Jing's meaning, he replied, "I... I've always been very obedient."

Zhang Qingqing, who had been silent, spoke up—compared to Chen Jing's gentle demeanor, the national dance competition champion's tone was clearly much harsher: "Very good. What you need to do is, from now on, only listen to us, and do everything according to our requirements. Understand?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "only.

" "This..." Yuan Xiaosong, though dizzy, could still sense something was off about her words.

Seeing the hesitation on the boy's face, Zhang Qingqing softened her tone again: "Xiaosong... believe me. We're doing this for your own good—as long as you're with us, I guarantee that no one in this school will dare bully you, and you'll have a very 'happy' life from now on..." This time, she emphasized the word "happy," and her tone gradually became ambiguous. This caused the other three girls to glance at him and secretly smile.

“Since you’ve said so, senior, then okay! From today onwards, I… I’ll listen to you all.” The boy was unaware of the disaster that these thoughtless words would bring him.

“Wow, clap! Sister Qingqing! He agreed!”

Seemingly surprised by how smoothly things went, Lu Xiaodan and Katya both wore expressions of overjoyed delight.

“Hehe, then…” Zhang Qingqing looked around, and seeing no one was around, gave Chen Jing a wink.

Chen Jing nodded in understanding and pushed the plates and utensils towards the center of the table, making room.

What happened next was completely unexpected—a high heel clicked on the floor, and then Zhang Qingqing lifted her left leg, placing her shapely, sexy calf on the table Chen Jing had just cleared, her flawless white foot extending very close to Yuan Xiaosong.

A perfectly arched foot, slender and delicate toes, smooth and translucent skin… These jade-like feet, which the boy had never dared to dream of, were now so close to him.

“Senior, senior… what are you doing…!”

Yuan Xiaosong was stunned by Zhang Qingqing’s sudden and extremely bold action, and the shock sobered him up considerably.

At this moment, Lu Xiaodan, sitting to the boy’s left, leaned forward intentionally or unintentionally, blocking the boy’s view to the left. Immediately afterward, Ekaterina quietly took out a small, exquisite digital camera from her handbag.

“Xiaosong… you’re not just saying this to make us girls happy, are you?” Chen Jing asked seriously.

“I, I’m not…” “Alright, I believe what you just said was sincere. Now prove your loyalty to us!”

Zhang Qingqing said, stretching her left foot forward again.

Now her beautiful foot was almost right under the boy’s nose. Yuan Xiaosong smelled a unique scent—a mixture of faint sweat, leather, and the fragrance of a young girl.

A primal physiological change began to stir in the boy's groin, and his breathing grew heavier.

Hot breaths sprayed onto the insteps of his feet, causing his bright red nail polished toes to wriggle playfully.

"Proof? How do you prove it?!"

The boy vaguely sensed something was wrong, but a sliver of hope lingered in his heart, wishing it was just a little prank by the "innocent" girls in their excitement.

Zhang Qingqing's lips parted slightly: "Kiss it~" Yuan Xiaosong's body trembled violently as if electrocuted. He stared at Zhang Qingqing with wide, incredulous eyes, his mouth agape like an "O," resembling a carp struggling to breathe.

Normally, seeing the boy's silly and adorable appearance would have made the girls burst into laughter.

But at this moment, Chen Jing, Lu Xiaodan, and Katya held their breath, nervously watching him, occasionally stealing glances at Zhang Qingqing.

The air seemed to freeze instantly; the hall was eerily quiet.

Yuan Xiaosong looked at Zhang Qingqing for a while, and seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, he looked at the other girls with pleading eyes, only to find that everyone was looking at him seriously. He then looked down at the beautiful foot that was now right in front of his eyes, and swallowed hard.

Time seemed to have passed for a century.

After a long time, just when Zhang Qingqing was about to lose her patience, Yuan Xiaosong, who hadn't dared to look up, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Senior... I, I can't... I'm sorry..."

Everyone was shocked. Chen Jing and the others looked at the sect leader nervously, only to see her face filled with shock and anger, a fierce glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Hehe, hehehehe~" Zhang Qingqing smiled slightly, casually putting down her jade-like leg, and said to the sweating Yuan Xiaosong, "I was just joking with you, look how nervous you are~" "Oh, hehe~" Yuan Xiaosong also chuckled a few times, secretly glad that she wasn't angry. As for whether it was really just a joke, the boy had no idea.

"Alright, has everyone finished eating?"

The beautiful sect leader looked around at everyone and said, "It's getting late, everyone should get some rest."

After saying that, she gave Chen Jing a meaningful look.

"Um, Xiao Song~" Chen Jing suddenly said to Yuan Xiao Song, "My head is a little sore, can you help me back to my room~?"

As she spoke, she stood up unsteadily, but immediately pretended to fall—it seemed that the alcohol was taking effect and she could no longer walk properly.

"Careful~! Okay, come on, I'll carry you back."

Although the boy was also a little dizzy, this beautiful and delicate girl's gentle plea to him was completely different from Zhang Qingqing's forceful coercion earlier. Without hesitation, he turned his back and squatted down, waiting for Chen Jing to climb on top of him—the naive boy didn't even think about why the three girls who were so close to Chen Jing showed no intention of helping or caring.

"This..." Chen Jing hesitated, looking at Zhang Qingqing, only to see her shake her head and point to the miniature camera Katya had hidden in her hand. The quick-witted Chen Jing understood immediately. "Xiao Song, how could I possibly accept this? Besides, I'm so heavy... I'll only tire you out... So just help me back." "

Look at what you're saying. It's okay, come on..." "Well, alright then..." If Chen Jing refused again, it would seem hypocritical.

Zhang Qingqing coldly watched this boy who had just rejected her now willingly serving another girl, her face turning ashen—though she knew in her heart that he didn't like Chen Jing, and he would have done the same for anyone else.

Yuan Xiaosong felt the incredibly comfortable pressure on his back, and the smooth, silky skin of the girl's thighs, carrying the bespectacled beauty all the way up the elevator, and then carrying her to the room door after getting off.

"Phew... Alright! You get some rest, I'm going back now."

Yuan Xiaosong put Chen Jing down, turned around, and awkwardly used his room card to open the door to his room. Chen Jing and Zhang Qingqing's room, and Lu Xiaodan and Ekaterina's room, were directly opposite each other, while the boy's room was next door, at the end of the corridor.

Just as he pushed open the door, an instinctive sense of crisis made him turn around sharply—he saw that Zhang Qingqing and the other three girls hadn't gone back to their rooms, but had silently come up behind him, looking at him with complicated expressions.

"You, what's wrong with you? Is there something else? Ahhhhhh!"

Before Yuan Xiaosong could finish speaking, he suddenly felt his arms tighten simultaneously. Lu Xiaodan and Katya had firmly gripped his arms and dragged him into the room without saying a word, with Zhang Qingqing and Chen Jing following closely behind.

The boy only heard a few "clicks," as Zhang Qingqing had completely locked the multiple locks on the door, and then she pressed the "Do Not Disturb" button.

Their room was a standard deluxe double room, with two clean single beds placed side by side.

Yuan Xiaosong was pinned down on one of the beds by two tall girls, while Zhang Qingqing walked up to him unhurriedly, staring at him silently.

The beautiful girl's eyes flashed with excitement and malice, completely different from her usual self.

"You, you, what are you doing! Let me go!"

Yuan Xiaosong struggled in vain, but the two women held him down firmly—partly because he was already weak from drinking and had just carried someone all the way; and partly because Xiaodan and Katya were not weak women.

"Sigh, Xiaosong... this is all your fault..." Zhang Qingqing sighed softly—her tone still calm with a hint of languor, but at this moment, Yuan Xiaosong felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

“We could have been friends, really good friends…and you could have had a wonderful three years at school…” The girl shook her head, her eyes filled with pity and regret. “Do you know how many girls in our school want to sleep with you? Not just at Fenghua High School, your ‘sex appeal’ has already spread to several nearby middle schools. If it weren’t for me, you silly boy, you’d be a ‘public bus’ by now!”

“If you swear an oath, swear allegiance to me, I can protect you! I won’t let any other woman touch a hair on your head! But! You’re ungrateful! You insist on refusing to listen to reason and choosing the hard way…!”

Zhang Qingqing grew angrier as she spoke. She paused, trying to calm herself down. "I can't believe you managed to control yourself after drinking so much! It's quite an achievement! But that doesn't matter now. You're about to become a perverted student who molests female classmates..." As she spoke, Zhang Qingqing pulled a small digital camera from Ekaterina's purse again, then ordered Chen Jing, "The plan didn't work, so you must make amends... Now take off your clothes and lie down on the bed..."

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