Chapter 131: For the first time, I will be very gentle...

"We never even began, fine!"

The heart that had already developed a hairline crack shattered instantly. Chelsea, already distressed by Hanrode’s breakthrough to the seventh level, felt an irrepressible rage burning within, coupled with a deep, soul-piercing ache.

*Bang!*

Throwing on a piece of clothing, Chelsea didn't hesitate to push open the door of the cultivation chamber and stride out. In that moment, her departure seemed so resolute, without a shred of lingering attachment—how could she let the person behind her see the wound in her heart?

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Wang Luo saw Chelsea’s rushing figure come to a sharp, screeching halt, followed by an exclamation that reached his slightly stunned ears.

*Pfft...*

Seeing Chelsea turn back, her face a strange mix of wanting to cry, feeling depressed, and tangled in inner conflict, Wang Luo accidentally let out a laugh. Seeing her expression turn suddenly cold, he remembered that they were supposedly in the middle of a fight and that laughing probably wasn't appropriate.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort and a flick of her sleeves, Chelsea left in a huff. Yet, as she recalled the charm of that laugh in her mind, her mood inexplicably lifted. She glanced at the simple, honest-looking youth she had nearly collided with and walked away, telling herself, "Don't be a fool; he hurt you so deeply just now..."

"Ha, it's you!"

As Chelsea departed, the youth who had just cried out was revealed. Seeing him, Wang Luo’s eyes lit up. He chuckled inwardly; it was like having a pillow handed to him just as he grew tired—or rather, like wanting to do the deed. Well, he hadn't quite finished before, but now another one had arrived at the perfect moment, and this one was a novice.

"Ah, it's you!"

Seeing Wang Luo, the honest youth let out a cry of surprise. Recalling what happened at the entrance of the Earth Fire Chamber five days ago, and how he had spent the last few days foolishly loitering there in hopes of meeting Wang Luo again, his heart began to race, leaving his mouth dry.

These past few days, he hadn't been able to settle his mind to cultivate at all. That single image kept echoing in his mind, making the days unbearable. Even though he knew he shouldn't think about it, he couldn't control his heart.

"Did you miss me?"

Sensing the heat in the youth's eyes, Wang Luo paused for a moment before pulling him into the cultivation chamber. He shut the door, pinned the boy against it, kissed his delicate ear, and breathed hot air onto it, asking slowly and deliberately.

"I missed... ah... no... I..."

Experiencing such things for the first time, the honest youth trembled slightly, his excitement mixed with a hint of fear, as he gave a garbled, incoherent reply.

"How did you miss me?"

The alluring voice rang in his ears again, the hot breath, as if meant to incinerate him, spraying against his neck. The youth felt his whole body burning; a certain part of him grew hard uncontrollably. His face flushed even deeper, and he stammered, afraid to speak.

"Ah, how did you miss me?"

The seductive voice returned, the hot breath shifting to his face. Glancing at those smiling eyes, the youth closed his own in a panic, remaining silent, looking as if he were ready to be plucked.

"Heh, are you letting me do whatever I want with you?"

The cheerful, almost ghostly voice continued to ring in the boy's ears, enticing his simple heart step by step, pushing him toward the abyss of temptation.

*Rip...*

Just as he wanted to open his mouth to say "no," the sound of tearing fabric echoed. Feeling a cool draft against his lower body, the youth shuddered, his tightly closed eyes squeezing even shut