"Strange…"
In the neighboring building, someone looked toward Qian Ran and Mu Jin, their brows furrowed. Had they just seen a couple getting intimate at this hour? No, perhaps it was just a trick of the eye.
By now, Mu Jin had already crouched down, her actions shielded from prying eyes.
Qian Ran, of course, didn't share with Mu Jin how close they had come to being seen. He knew her well enough to understand that such a revelation would make her far too anxious to enjoy such thrilling moments again.
For Qian Ran, the risk and adrenaline were half the fun. Without it, what would be the point?
As Mu Jin knelt gracefully, lowering her head, Qian Ran leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes in leisure while enjoying her skillful attentions.
His time with Mu Jin had been limited. After claiming her, Qian Ran had left for Star Luo City to participate in the advanced soul master academy competition. Counting all their encounters, he had been intimate with Mu Jin no more than two or three times.
Yet her skill surprised him.
How had she become so adept?
From unfastening his belt to every subsequent action, her movements were as fluid and practiced as if rehearsed countless times.
Then it clicked.
It must have been Zhou Yi who had taught her. Zhou Yi, after all, was even more experienced than Mu Jin. The two were no longer rivals; in fact, Zhou Yi had gone out of her way to befriend Mu Jin, forming an alliance.
Mu Jin wasn't the passive type to wait for a man's lead. She knew how to please and wasn't shy about taking the initiative, except for one thing—she would never make the first move to seek him out. If Qian Ran didn't come to her, she would stew in silent frustration rather than act. But once with him, she was determined to ensure he enjoyed every moment.
"Ah, so good," Qian Ran sighed contentedly.
"Mu Jin, as long as you behave, I'll treat you well," he said, drawing a deep, satisfied breath.
For a man, wasn't this the pinnacle of indulgence?
Eventually, Mu Jin stood, her legs aching from crouching for so long. She thought briefly that kneeling might have been more comfortable, but she was wearing sheer stockings, and kneeling risked dirtying them.
Her stockings were high-end, and even the faintest smudge could leave a visible mark.
"What about Nanmen Yun'er? How's she been lately?" Qian Ran asked.
"She's been fine," Mu Jin replied, arching an eyebrow at the question. "Plenty of boys in the class have crushes on her. Even Dai Huabin confessed to her once, but she turned him down." She hesitated, then added, "Why, are you interested? Should I call her out for you?"
Mu Jin's tone held a faint note of incredulity.
Nanmen Yun'er was already on Qian Ran's radar, and Mu Jin would never allow anyone else to snatch her away. If Qian Ran were upset, she wouldn't be able to handle his anger. Even if Nanmen Yun'er agreed to date someone else, Mu Jin would make sure to sabotage it.
"No need. Not interested at the moment," Qian Ran said, waving the thought away. He had merely remembered Nanmen Yun'er and brought her up casually.
Having been surrounded by women like Zhou Yi, Mu Jin, Cai Meier, and Xian Lin'er—mature and commanding presences—and paired with Ma Xiaotao, Ling Luochen, and other senior students, Qian Ran found himself less intrigued by someone as young as Nanmen Yun'er.
Moreover, he already had similar personalities in his life: Wang Dong'er's spirited sweetness, Xiao Xiao's bubbly charm, Zhu Lu's fiery attitude, Ning Tian's elegance, Wu Feng's boldness, and even the serene allure of the Lan sisters.
Still, that didn't mean he was disinterested entirely. She was like a dish to be savored later.
But if she wasn't his yet, no one else could have her either.
"Am I your type, then?" Mu Jin asked playfully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her smile radiated a seductive charm.
"If you were a little more daring, you'd be perfect," Qian Ran teased.
"Do you want to kill me? I've already given in to you in every way. You just like bullying me in public—I'm not stupid," Mu Jin said with feigned annoyance, pinching his waist lightly.
"Alright, alright. My favorite is you, Mu Jin. Happy now?"
The two continued their playful banter for some time. Even as the bell signaling the end of class approached, Qian Ran felt reluctant to let her go.
"Next time, wear your professional outfit. I like you best in it," he whispered, recalling how captivating both Mu Jin and Zhou Yi looked in their formal attire. It was a unique allure cultivated by their years of teaching, unmatched even by Cai Meier and Xian Lin'er.
"Whatever you want," Mu Jin replied softly.
Straightening her dress and fixing her hair, she reluctantly returned to the classroom.
"Damn it," Dai Huabin muttered under his breath as Mu Jin entered the room, her face radiant and her mood noticeably improved.
He had been harboring thoughts of pursuing her, but her demeanor now made it clear—she had a boyfriend.
"Which lucky bastard managed to win her over? A woman like Mu Jin, I can only imagine how amazing she'd be at night," Dai Huabin thought bitterly. As a pampered heir, he had experienced his fair share of women, but none quite like Mu Jin.
Her beauty, her figure, and her air of maturity—she was the epitome of every adolescent boy's dream.
But then, an unsettling thought crossed his mind.
"Could it be… him?"
Dai Huabin shuddered as an image of Qian Ran formed in his mind. His chest tightened with dread.
Back in Zhou Yi's class, Dai Huabin had been ruthlessly disciplined, his pride ground to dust. Zhou Yi had wielded her authority mercilessly, and he hadn't dared to fight back, knowing Shrek's strict policy on respecting teachers.
Now, after escaping Zhou Yi's wrath, had he walked into another trap?
"Dai Huabin, come to my office," Mu Jin said coldly as she passed him, her earlier warmth now replaced with icy authority.
Dai Huabin's heart sank. He could already tell what was coming.
"Oh no," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut in despair.
His worst fears were confirmed: even Mu Jin belonged to Qian Ran now.
(Chapter End)