Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

The slit extended all the way to the top of her thighs, and her fair and slender legs were faintly visible as she walked.

Inside, however, there was nothing at all.

She walked step by step toward Yue Qingge.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Da, da, da.

With each step, the slit in her skirt lifted slightly, revealing more of her snow-white skin.

The full curves swayed gently, outlining breathtaking curves beneath the white suit.

She came to the bedside.

I squatted down next to him.

Then, she turned around, sat on the soft couch, and opened up the long, rounded armrests.

The Cave of Angels was laid bare before him.

Fair-skinned. Soft. Glistening with a slight sheen of moisture.

The hidden cave shimmered under the light, like flower petals glistening with morning dew.

She suppressed her extreme shame and anger, biting her lower lip tightly.

Her expression held a mixture of resistance and shyness.

There was also a hint of... a secret expectation that she herself was unaware of.

But her hands obediently began to move.

She shifted the hem of her skirt, letting the fabric drape down her thighs.

This allows the angel cave to be more clearly exposed under the light.

"Please, baby...study hard." Her voice trembled violently, but she still forced herself to speak.

"I am your...biology teacher."

She gave an extremely embarrassing opening to her lesson.

Then, she held up her finger.

Her fair, jade-like fingers parted, forming a scissor shape, and gently landed on the Angel Cave.

She gently parted the two angel wings.

Her fair, alluring flesh trembled slightly as it was exposed to the air.

She pointed to the parted feather and explained it to him in a serious tone, as if she were truly a conscientious biology teacher:

"This is... a field ridge. It usually surrounds the spirit field, protecting her..."

Yue Qingge gazed at her quietly.

His spirit sword had already swelled up again. But he didn't move.

He just stared at the girl in front of him, who was trembling as she explained things to him.

Despite feeling extremely ashamed and on the verge of tears, she gritted her teeth and patiently taught him this special lesson, word by word.

Her fingers moved on to another target.

This time, she pointed to the depths of the parted wings.

The spirit valley rippled slightly, as if some life was breathing within it.

"There are two caves..." her voice trailed off, growing softer and more trembling, "One is the Angel Cave, where you can... give birth to little angels..."

She took a deep breath before continuing, "The other... smaller one is... is the physiological structure..."

Her body trembled uncontrollably from extreme shame, the ice cream cones pressed together gently against each other.

Her plump breasts heaved violently with each breath. Yet she didn't stop.

The fingers moved upwards again.

This time, she used both hands to pull it open, and the small bell hidden above the angel cave was faintly visible.

A small, pinkish-white bell was hidden among layers of soft flesh.

It was covered with a few glistening drops of spiritual liquid, which shimmered brilliantly under the light.

"This is... the hidden little bell..." Her voice was as soft as if she were dreaming.

"It's hard to find without looking carefully... or without using any techniques..."

She paused, her throat bobbing slightly.

"And this place... is the most sensitive spot..."

She took a deep breath before she could finish her sentence. Then—

Her fair, jade-like fingers gently touched the small bell.

Just once.

Her body shuddered violently, as if struck by an electric current.

The trembling started at the fingertips and instantly spread throughout the body.

The slender waist, the armrests, and the inverted jade bowl all trembled violently.

A soft, silvery sound escaped from her throat, which she tried to suppress, but it still turned into a broken sob.

"Touching...her words..." she said haltingly, panting as she finished.

"There will be a huge reaction... just like I did just now..."

Yue Qingge studied very diligently.

He watched her teach earnestly, unwilling to interrupt, but the throbbing pain in his spirit sword betrayed his wandering thoughts.

Qian Renxue's fingers shifted their target for the last time.

Chapter Fourteen: Angel's Abyss

This time, it landed on that mysterious final destination.

She wrapped her arms around the base of the ample armrest and pulled it outwards.

open.

The layout is more expansive, and every inch of the secret realm is exposed.

Her fingers landed at the bottom of the Angel Cave.

A closed pink flower quietly blooms.

Layer upon layer, with an extremely beautiful shape, it resembles the first peach blossom of early spring, or a rose just unfolding in the morning dew.

"Here... are my flowers..." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"It's different from Angel Cave... but it has some similarities..."

Keen...and even more refined.

For these Soul Masters, there are naturally no useless parts of their bodies.

Every place is the essence of nature's creation, pure and flawless.

She stopped after saying her last sentence.

She looked up at him, her golden pupils misting over, tiny teardrops clinging to her eyelashes.

Her eyes held shame, tension, a hint of relief, and a touch of something she couldn't quite explain... a sense of resignation.

"Baby..." her voice was very soft.

"Have you... learned it?"

The room was quiet, the lighting was enchanting.

She sat there, her posture expansive, her whole body trembling, yet she stubbornly maintained her teaching posture.

Waiting for his reply:

Yue Qingge could no longer bear the expansion of the spirit sword.

He suddenly stood up—the sword blade, swaying with his movement, grazed her rosy cheek.

"Smack."

"Smack."

The sword was lightly tapped two or three times, with a somewhat mischievous touch.

Qian Renxue flinched. One hand covered the entrance to the Angel's Cave, while the other hand supported her on the soft couch beneath her.

The pale handrail moved backward little by little, and my toes curled up in tension.

"Baby!!"

She gazed at the spirit sword so close to her, her golden eyes shimmering with tears.

Finally, she sighed softly—a sigh that carried a hint of helplessness, and a touch of doting affection that she herself was unaware of.

She slightly bowed her head, catching the spirit sword that had already fallen into the gaping maw of the abyss.

"Um... I... we agreed," her cheeks were propped up by the sword, making them puff up on both sides. Her innocent little face was indescribably cute at this moment, yet also full of endless charm.

"Don't touch my Angel's Cave yet... I'll give it to you when I'm older."

"You... I'll help you solve this first, okay?"

Yue Qingge looked down at her.

She knelt on the soft couch, her face tilted back, his image reflected in her golden eyes.

Those eyes held shyness and nervousness, but not resistance.

The moment the sword was captured and imprisoned, Yue Qingge felt a great sense of relief.

A strange pleasure gathered in my chest and then exploded deep in my mind.

His body trembled slightly, as if an electric current was shooting up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head.

"Okay," his voice was a little hoarse, "aren't we the same age...?"

Before she finished speaking, Qian Renxue inadvertently lowered her eyes...

She saw the snow rabbit in front of her.

She was indeed much more voluptuous than her peers.

Her words caught in her throat.

The next second, she felt a deep, heavy blow.

Yue Qingge had already placed her hand on the back of her head.

He ran his fingers through her gilded hair, applying pressure slowly.

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly widened.

The depths of the Angel Abyss felt an unprecedented shock.

The impacts crashed in again and again, gradually breaking open the tightly closed abyss, creating a moist tide and a series of subtle tremors.

She was having extreme difficulty breathing.

The gaping abyss uncontrollably secreted spiritual liquid, the warm liquid sliding down the sword's blade.

It spilled from the corners of her mouth, hanging in several silver threads on her chin.

Under the lights, the silver lines shimmered like tears falling from angels.

"Package...package...quickly...get out..."

She uttered broken syllables with difficulty, her eyes slightly red.

Yue Qingge looked at the pained expression on her face and slowly withdrew from the trembling abyss.

The moment the spirit sword left the Angel Abyss, Qian Renxue couldn't help but turn her head away.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."