Chapter 587: The Gathering

Nie Yan had pushed Ying Sha into a desperate situation, leaving him isolated and betrayed by everyone around him. At the right moment, Nie Yan could extend an olive branch to Ying Sha. If he could successfully recruit Ying Sha into his ranks, the rogue team of the Bull Player Tribe would become even more formidable.

Nie Yan wasn’t sure whether Ying Sha would be willing to join the Bull Player Tribe. After all, Nie Yan had forced Ying Sha into his current predicament, and Ying Sha must harbor deep hatred toward him. Convincing Ying Sha to join now would be difficult and would require some clever strategies.

Nie Yan decided to wait for Ying Sha to make the first move. He recalled that Ying Sha had already completed his first assassination target and would soon contact him for the next one.

It was nearly time to log off. Nie Yan exited the game pod, and Xie Yao had already logged out and prepared breakfast.

They sat at the dining table eating breakfast, Nie Yan watching Xie Yao. Her hair was still uncombed, slightly disheveled, but it didn’t diminish her beauty at all—in fact, it added a touch of lazy charm to her appearance.

“Yesterday, someone from the student council came to me, asking me to be the head of the publicity department. I refused, but then they sent several classmates to persuade me. It was so annoying,” Xie Yao complained.

Nie Yan felt puzzled. Wasn’t joining the student council usually voluntary? How could someone be forced to become a department head?

“If they bother you again, just give me a call,” Nie Yan said. If those people continued to pester her, he couldn’t help but suspect they had ulterior motives.

“Okay,” Xie Yao replied with a bright smile.

They chatted about things at the First Military Academy for a while. Xie Yao spoke enthusiastically about making new friends with a few female classmates. They had adapted to life there quite quickly, making acquaintances. The only thing Nie Yan and Xie Yao found slightly uncomfortable was the heavy factionalism within the academy. Upon reflection, it was understandable—many students at the First Military Academy came from influential backgrounds, and they naturally formed opposing groups, each trying to attract the best talents to their side. While these factions maintained a degree of restraint publicly, they often engaged in covert rivalries.

Among the freshman class, there weren’t many powerful groups yet, but there were more among sophomores, juniors, and seniors. There were already over a dozen well-known figures either with strong backgrounds or exceptional talents. However, Nie Yan didn’t have much liking for them, as most were arrogant individuals.

Xie Yao continued recounting one amusing incident after another, and seeing her happy expression, Nie Yan couldn’t help but smile.

Xie Yao had become even more feminine, Nie Yan mused. Recently, having just experienced the forbidden fruit, they couldn’t bear to be apart for a day.

After finishing their meal, Xie Yao went to wash the dishes. Watching her busy silhouette in the kitchen, Nie Yan felt a stirring in his heart. He hadn’t expected Xie Yao to have such potential as a devoted wife and mother.

Xie Yao wore a slightly tight housecoat, accentuating the graceful curves of her back. Her round, plump hips were enticingly alluring.

Nie Yan playfully approached her from behind, slipping his hand under her clothes. She hadn’t put on a bra yet that morning, so there was nothing underneath, allowing him to easily cup her full breasts, molding them in his palms, feeling their softness.

“Nie Yan, don’t tease me,” Xie Yao said shyly, twisting slightly. She hadn’t expected Nie Yan to appear behind her so suddenly, catching her off guard. This position embarrassed her, but her resistance only further excited Nie Yan. As she felt his large hand fondling her chest, her face flushed with heat.

Nie Yan recalled the intimate moments they had shared recently, and his heart burned with desire.

“Xie Yao, let’s put this aside for now.”

Xie Yao felt waves of electric sensations coursing through her body, draining her strength. Her face flushed crimson as she let out a soft moan.

Xie Yao’s body was perfectly proportioned and soft as silk, captivating Nie Yan. His hand moved downward, discovering that she was already wet.

After being cherished by Nie Yan these past few days, Xie Yao had become even more enchanting, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

Having tasted the sweetness, Nie Yan could no longer hold back upon hearing Xie Yao’s seductive moans.

They kissed passionately.

“Nie Yan, not here,” Xie Yao said anxiously. The sunlight streaming through the glass made her nervous.

“Others can’t see us,” Nie Yan whispered soothingly in Xie Yao’s ear as he lifted her up. The villa’s glass was specially designed—it allowed visibility from the inside but not from the outside.

Xie Yao’s heart calmed slightly, but what followed made her heart race even more.

Nie Yan’s hands glided over Xie Yao’s flawless body. Every inch of her skin was as delicate and smooth as rouge, her long, shapely legs firm and elastic from years of taekwondo practice, captivating Nie Yan. His hands settled on her soft, plump buttocks as he held her tightly.

Xie Yao let out a muffled moan, her fingers digging tightly into Nie Yan’s flesh.

The kitchen counter and the living room sofa became a mess as they tumbled about.

Xie Yao lay on the sofa, her full, shapely breasts quivering. She tried to cover herself with her arm, but it was futile—her cleavage was deeply exposed. Usually composed and elegant in public, like a sacred goddess, she now wore an expression filled with desire, her face flushed like blooming peach blossoms. She couldn’t help but emit soft, enticing moans, exuding an irresistible charm of shy vulnerability.

Who knows how much time passed before Nie Yan let out a low, deep growl.

They remained entwined for a long while.

The sound of rustling clothes filled the air as Xie Yao dressed under Nie Yan’s watchful gaze.

She changed into a white strapless long dress with a pink shawl, standing elegantly and gracefully. The blush on her face lingered, adding a touch of allure.

“Nie Yan, we should go to school, or we’ll be late,” Xie Yao whispered. Thinking back to their passionate moments, she felt deeply embarrassed. She never imagined she would do something so wild with Nie Yan in the living room and kitchen. She shot him a reproachful glance.

“Okay,” Nie Yan chuckled, his heart warming again at the memory. Xie Yao had become even more enchanting, a blend of youthful innocence and mature charm. He almost couldn’t contain himself again.

They left home and arrived at the First Military Academy about five minutes later.

“I’m off to class,” Xie Yao said, looking at Nie Yan.

“Go ahead,” Nie Yan replied. They were already a few minutes late, but it wasn’t a big deal.

Xie Yao hurried to her classroom while Nie Yan entered the Command Department classroom. The teacher had already started lecturing, and Nie Yan took his seat.

“Hey, buddy, why are you so late?” Xu Yan whispered.

“Traffic jam,” Nie Yan casually replied.

Xu Yan gave him a skeptical look. “You overslept, didn’t you? Don’t try to blame traffic. Who would believe that?”

Nie Yan shrugged and chuckled without further explanation. Xu Yan was a bit gossipy and talkative, but overall a decent guy, so Nie Yan didn’t bother arguing with him.

“Earlier, someone from the student council came looking for you,” Xu Yan suddenly said.

“For me? What did they want?” Nie Yan asked curiously.

“This year’s student council president seems pretty ambitious. Almost all the outstanding students from each freshman class have received invitations from the student council,” Xu Yan explained. He envied Nie Yan—being approached by the student council so soon after entering the First Military Academy was impressive.

Nie Yan smiled faintly. In his opinion, the student council was just child’s play, and he had no interest in participating.

“Who is the student council president?” Nie Yan asked. This was worth noting.

“The new president is Fang Rujie. You don’t know him?” Xu Yan asked in surprise. By all rights, Nie Yan should have heard of such a prominent figure.

“I don’t,” Nie Yan replied. He had never heard of Fang before and had never been particularly interested in such matters.

Xu Yan rolled his eyes. “You don’t even know him? He’s the top student in his junior class. Just like you, he’s an expert in hand-to-hand combat. It’s said that in every competition, only Lei Su from the senior class has beaten him. He also won third place in the national university martial arts competition and is the captain of the basketball team. He’s a real powerhouse. I wonder who’s stronger between you two.”

Nie Yan stretched lazily, showing no interest in Fang Rujie. He and Xie Yao had no intention of joining the student council, and he hoped Fang wouldn’t bother them again.

“He left his phone number for you. He wants you to give him a call,” Xu Yan said, handing Nie Yan a business card.

“Help me reply that I’m not interested,” Nie Yan said, focusing his attention back on the teacher’s lecture.

“Fine,” Xu Yan said reluctantly. Many people would kill for a chance to join the student council, yet Nie Yan rejected the opportunity so casually.

“Nie Yan, our class is organizing a gathering in Faith. Are you coming?” Fei Zhe patted Nie Yan’s shoulder from behind. “It’s organized by the beautiful class president.”

“I’ll pass. You guys go ahead,” Nie Yan replied. He recalled who the beautiful class president was. Their class president was Zhao Shiyu, a mature and attractive woman with a tall, sexy figure and a provocative fashion sense, making her quite popular. Compared to Xie Yao, however, she paled in comparison, and she was no match for Jiang Yingyu either. Zhao Shiyu had approached Nie Yan several times, claiming she needed help with some issues, but he had always refused.

“This gathering won’t be the same without you,” Fei Zhe said regretfully.

“I’m not that important. You all enjoy yourselves,” Nie Yan smiled. Although he wanted to get to know more classmates, if he showed up, it would draw too much attention. He suspected that by tomorrow, everyone at the First Military Academy would know he was the infamous rogue Nie Yan. It was better to keep a low profile.

Xu Yan looked at Nie Yan. Nie Yan’s refusal to reveal his in-game ID in Faith had become increasingly suspicious.

Nie Yan wondered what kind of gathering they were planning. He felt a bit curious. Perhaps he could go and take a look—wearing a hood should prevent anyone from recognizing him.