“Xu Chuyao, huh…
Mi Xiaolu hesitated for a moment, but still honestly told Li Xueli, “You probably won’t be able to find her tonight.”
If Xiaolu’s guess is right, then right now, Chuyao is probably getting drilled.
Xu Chuyao believes in the three years of friendship with her classmates, and Mi Xiaolu also believes in the natural drilling ability of miner girls.
“I see, then could you please help me pass on a message? Tell her I have something to discuss with her tomorrow morning…”
Li Xueli hadn’t finished speaking before Mi Xiaolu interrupted, “Sorry, Teacher Li, Xu Chuyao’s wake-up time tomorrow might not be very ideal.”
As the Class Teacher, Li Xueli of course understood the art of language. Saying “not very ideal” basically meant absolutely miserable.
“It’s fine, no matter when she wakes up, even if it’s at night!”
It sounded pretty important, so Mi Xiaolu agreed, promising that Xu Chuyao would be informed as soon as she woke up.
So-called “inch strength” means applying force continuously within a tiny space, over and over, endlessly.
Shen Ning realized, the Shadow was right. Since you can’t master all those artistic tricks in a short time, just go straight for it.
“Yes, that’s right, just do it like this!” The Sexually Repressed Shadow cheered on from the side, “You should have loved her long ago!”
The Broken Shadow, on the other hand, sighed long and short, “Take it easy, slow down, why are young people always in such a rush, sigh…”
And what about the adorable Xu Chuyao?
Chuyao’s thoughts were originally floating in space, but suddenly she was struck by such fierce love—it was like two big, white, round neutron stars in the vacuum, spiraling closer and faster under mutual gravity, getting faster and fiercer, until with a boom—
“Gamma, fake gamma-ray burst incoming—ah—ah! 1 1”
But Shen Ning and her Shadows knew, it wasn’t a gamma-ray burst.
It was a tide.
Whoosh, whoosh, crash.
After being loved once, Xu Chuyao opened her eyes, panting, her gaze seeming much clearer than before.
Is this the price you pay for 1300 Counter Villain Value?
Feels like there’s still a lack of goodness.
Shen Ning also stopped, but as soon as she paused for a moment, the Sexually Repressed Shadow said:
“If you stop now, once Chuyao recovers, she’ll just laugh at you.”
That was very likely.
So, the girl once again braced herself on the bed with both hands, crawling over to the girl’s side.
Xu Chuyao tilted her head, her clear eyes showing a bit of innocence and a bit of confusion, watching as that hand fell down on her again.
“Mm… ngh…”
For no reason at all, she was loved once more.
The Broken Shadow couldn’t bear to watch this scene, so it… closed its eyes.
“Life is bitter, dreams are bitter, the path of life is bleak.”
Becomes much clearer than before.
Is this the price you pay for 1300 Counter Villain Value?
Feels like there’s still a lack of goodness.
Shen Ning also stopped, but as soon as she paused for a moment, the Sexually Repressed Shadow said:
“If you stop now, once Chuyao recovers, she’ll just laugh at you.”
That was very likely.
So, the girl once again braced herself on the bed with both hands, crawling over to the girl’s side.
Xu Chuyao tilted her head, her clear eyes showing a bit of innocence and a bit of confusion, watching as that hand fell down on her again.
“Mm… ngh…”
For no reason at all, she was loved once more.
The Broken Shadow couldn’t bear to watch this scene, so it… closed its eyes.
“Life is bitter, dreams are bitter, the path of life is bleak.
Love is wild, hate is wild, both love and hate are prisons.”
“I don’t get what you’re saying, just do it and get it done.”
Is it done? It’s done, and not just once, not1, not2, not3… but seven or eight times.
In the end, Xu Chuyao’s little head tilted to the side, loved until she fainted.
“Haha, now she can’t even speak, and can’t laugh at you either,” the Sexually Repressed Shadow was very satisfied, “A complete and total victory!”
Broken Shadow: “Sigh, when will the cycle of vengeance ever end…”
Shen Ning didn’t have the energy to argue with them anymore. She wrapped her arms around the girl’s slender waist, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Zz22
The morning at Shengling Academy was quiet, with the occasional birdsong from the branches outside. Far from disturbing, it only made things feel more peaceful.
No classes meant no wake-up bells. After months, they finally welcomed another peaceful morning, and nearly every student had a good night’s sleep.
During last night’s Celebration Night, some people drank themselves unconscious, some went all out, and some had roommates who never returned all night, completely losing contact.
The girl slowly opened her eyes from her dreams.
“…I believe you’re still here, never left, my love is like an Angel guarding you… Ah, sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
The Broken Shadow apologized to the just-awakened girl.
Shen Ning sat up and waved her hand, signaling it was fine. Hearing the other sing a sad love song, she knew it was already noon—12 o’clock, time to get up.
The little bed in the dorm was a bit crowded. Xu Chuyao was sleeping beside her, her peaceful face looking especially obedient, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, the big white bunny on her shirt standing tall and propping up her top, gently moving with the rhythm.
Below that was not something to look at—it’s all a battlefield, marked by the traces of last night’s war.
The girl thought for a moment, then gently picked up the girl and placed her on a clean spot beside her, using a towel to wipe away the traces, then found her own clean panties to help her change into.
During the process, Xu Chuyao kept mumbling, even crying out something like “not enough,” looking especially cute as she squirmed.
“But what love? Didn’t you hear her? She said it wasn’t enough,” the Sexually Repressed Shadow suddenly appeared, “Meaning she thinks you didn’t love her enough last night, it wasn’t enough.”
Shen Ning twitched her mouth, thinking that couldn’t be right.
She hasn’t even woken up yet.
Looking down, Xu Chuyao’s little cherry mouth wasn’t talking as usual, only making soft sleeping sounds, making her even more endearing.
“When she wakes up, you’ll know you were wrong. Anyway, come over now,” the Sexually Repressed Shadow called her, “It’s time for a debrief.”
Although Shen Ning had a wonderful night, the mission still wasn’t completed. Of course, she hadn’t deliberately tried to taste anything, even though at the time, everything was…
What was that about? In one word: splash.
In two words: stray bullets.
Shen Ning didn’t mind, because for her own feelings, it was like some kind of sweet mountain spring…
“But the mission isn’t complete,” the Sexually Repressed Shadow pointed out the key issue, “You clearly didn’t meet the requirements.”
The Broken Shadow slowly drifted over, calmly saying, “That’s only natural, because this requires Chuyao to be both physically and mentally happy—both are indispensable. Physical pleasure, and mental joy.”
“Nonsense, we all know that,” the Sexually Repressed Shadow said, “Physical pleasure is easy, just accumulate enough skill. But how do you make her truly happy?”
This was a very open-ended question. The Broken Shadow first gave its own opinion: “I think, first you should give up on sneak attacks like this. Next time, before you start, ask Chuyao for her opinion.”
“Ask for her opinion? If Chuyao doesn’t laugh at her, I’ll walk backwards from now on! If you ask me, it’s still not enough love—love her a few more times and she’ll naturally be happy.”
“Force isn’t the solution. If you go down the wrong path, the harder you push, the further you stray.”
“No, the Earth is round, and so are big white buns. Even if you go the wrong way, walk in a circle and you’ll come back. There’s a saying: brute force brings miracles.”
Shen Ning didn’t pay much attention to their debate, because Chuyao’s breathing changed rhythm, as if she was about to wake up.
“Shh, what are you shushing for? Even if we talk, she can’t hear us!”
That was true.
In the peaceful dorm room, Xu Chuyao woke from her deep sleep, rubbing her sleepy eyes, looking dazedly around.
Hmm, an unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar bed, unfamiliar windows and desks, and one main character she would recognize even if she was turned to ashes—a perverted female protagonist.