Chapter 151: Born with Alluring Charm

Governor Temiso’s meeting with Zhang Wen indeed turned out to be nothing urgent. First, he once again praised Zhang Wen. Zhang Wen’s recent victory over their longtime rival with the physical arts department of Amethyst Academy had allowed Governor Temiso to finally vent some old frustrations. Every time he recalled his old rival’s gloomy face, dark as ink about to drip from a brush, Temiso couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The second topic was still the assassination attempt by the killing machine GaLon last night. The governor inquired in detail and offered to provide some guards if needed. However, Zhang Wen politely declined. If GaLon truly intended to strike again, ordinary guards would be of little use and might even become a burden.

Governor Temiso also deployed people to intensify the search for GaLon. This man had spilled too much blood and was wanted across the Federation, Empire, and Alliance. A combined bounty of one hundred and seventy billion imperial credits had been placed on GaLon’s head by the Federation and the Empire. Temiso knew it was unlikely they’d catch him now, but he still had to do what he could.

Finally, the governor encouraged Zhang Wen, hoping he could rise to prominence in the upcoming Southern Region Supremacy Tournament. Though Temiso didn’t hold high hopes for Zhang Wen’s chances of winning, he knew the world was full of surprises. Zhang Wen had already created many miracles—who knows, maybe he’d do it again. At the very least, making an emotional investment wouldn’t hurt.

Watching Temiso in high spirits, Zhang Wen guessed that Carlet hadn’t told her father about their “rapidly progressing relationship.” He also wondered how she had managed to smooth over her recent elopement. Bateng, it seemed, hadn’t gossiped much either.

Zhang Wen stayed at the governor’s mansion for a while, and when he noticed Temiso hinting at ending the visit with a tea offering, he politely took his leave. For someone of Temiso’s stature, personally inviting him as a guest and spending so much time together was already a rare display of approachability. Although Zhang Wen understood he still held significant value to the governor.

When Zhang Wen left the mansion, Carlet personally saw him off. The two couldn’t help stealing a few hand-holds and exchanging those ambiguous glances only lovers could understand. This sense of forbidden romance was quite thrilling, making Zhang Wen somewhat regret not being more aggressive with her back in the car.

Before parting, Carlet told Zhang Wen with evident disappointment that her father had placed her under house arrest due to her recent elopement, so she wouldn’t be able to sneak off to watch the Southern Region Supremacy Tournament. Not being able to cheer for him in person made the girl quite upset, as her father was now keeping a tight watch on her, with several guards eyeing her suspiciously from not far away.

Zhang Wen gently tugged her little finger and whispered some affectionate words in her ear, making Carlet blush and lower her head like a shy flower.

Noticing the suspicious glances from the guards in the corner, Zhang Wen smiled slightly, waved goodbye to Carlet, and left the governor’s mansion.

He had some time now and needed to adjust his physical condition properly. He also needed to acquire another high-quality piece of Mind Steel. His body had sustained some internal injuries from his encounter with GaLon the previous night. The extreme use of the Spring Water Technique had apparently strained his meridians and acupoints, requiring careful meditation and recovery.

He hoped the killing machine GaLon wouldn’t suddenly reappear. Thinking of GaLon reminded him of the Black Viscount. These people didn’t seem like they would give up easily, and more dangers might be waiting ahead.

Zhang Wen had a vague feeling: the Southern Region Supremacy Tournament might become extremely dangerous! No, not just “might”—it would definitely become extremely dangerous!

Before boarding his psychokinetic vehicle, Zhang Wen sensed someone watching him from behind. He turned alertly and saw a young girl dressed in an elegant pleated long dress, accompanied by six female guards, stepping out of the governor’s mansion. The girl had rare silver hair tied up in an elegant bun, her expression calm and composed, exuding the aura of someone in command.

Her gaze was bright and serene, thoughtfully fixed on him.

Upon being noticed, the girl didn’t seem embarrassed or try to hide. Instead, she nodded gracefully at Zhang Wen before stepping into a lavishly decorated carriage in front of the governor’s mansion, accompanied by her guards.

“Strange, have I seen her somewhere before?” Zhang Wen thought for a moment but couldn’t recall, so he dismissed the thought and boarded his psychokinetic vehicle to return to the academy.

…

In the evening, at a small tavern outside the academy, Zhang Wen gathered with Flame Demon Agate, Zack, Cloud, Xiaoxi, and Amelie for dinner. The gathering had been initiated by Zack and Cloud, who had pestered Zhang Wen as soon as he returned to the academy. Originally planning to rest, he ended up giving the two a quick training session. Later, Amelie joined in, and a large group of students who heard the news came to observe and participate. In the end, Zhang Wen, who was supposed to be on vacation, ended up teaching physical arts to students.

After a long day, Zack and Cloud felt guilty and decided to treat their teacher to dinner in gratitude.

Carlet was still under house arrest at the governor’s mansion and couldn’t come out.

“What? Xiaoxi, are you also planning to go to the Southern Region Supremacy Tournament?”

Zack and Cloud were both shocked at the unexpected news, with Zack even dropping his food onto the table.

“Yes, I’m going! GaLon will also be there at the Southern Region Supremacy Tournament, and I will kill him myself!” The red-haired girl’s eyes reddened slightly as she gritted her teeth. The hatred could never be forgotten. No matter how far or how long it took, Agate and Xiaoxi could never forget GaLon for killing their father and destroying their home.

After GaLon’s previous appearance, both Agate and Xiaoxi had questioned Zhang Wen. Upon learning that GaLon was working for the Black Viscount, who had set his sights on the Southern Region Supremacy forces, it wasn’t hard to guess where they could find their enemy.

Originally, Agate hadn’t cared much about participating in the Southern Region Supremacy Tournament, treating it more as a game. Now, everything had changed.

“But Xiaoxi, since you’re not participating in the competition, will you be allowed to attend the final match?” Amelie asked curiously.

“Yes, my brother said he can bring me along.” Xiaoxi looked at Agate beside her with hopeful eyes, and the latter nodded firmly. Since last night, the usually talkative Agate had become unusually silent.

After dinner, Agate and Xiaoxi left together. Amelie initially wanted to follow Zhang Wen but was too shy to do so in front of Zack and Cloud, so she finally pretended to follow them with a playful wink at Zhang Wen.

She thought she had hidden it well, but she didn’t notice Zack and Cloud exchanging knowing glances, their mouths curving into mischievous smiles.

So Zhang Wen went home alone. He had three days of rest, one already gone, and another day wasted today. He needed to rest well; otherwise, his body wouldn’t recover to peak condition for the final match.

Moonlight filtered through the drifting clouds in the sky, casting a silver-white curtain of light. It was a quiet and refreshing night.

There weren’t many people on campus in the evening; the students were either in the library, out shopping and dining, or holed up in their dorms. Zhang Wen didn’t see many people along the way, and when he reached his remote dormitory, there was no one in sight.

However, when he opened the door to his dorm, he was slightly surprised.

There was someone in the room!

Zhang Wen’s body instantly tensed into a combat stance. After last night’s assassination attempt by GaLon, anyone would be on edge. But upon recognizing the situation inside, Zhang Wen quickly relaxed.

The gentle moonlight poured in through the open window, illuminating everything in the room in silver clarity.

No wonder she could get in—Amelie must have forgotten to close the window when she left in a hurry.

Shaking his head, Zhang Wen walked in and comfortably sat on the edge of the bed under the complex gaze of the intruder. “It seems rather impolite to enter someone’s room without permission. Teacher Ilyna, what do you want from me?”

The person in the room was indeed Ilyna. Since the last academy exchange competition, the two hadn’t interacted at all. In fact, Zhang Wen didn’t have a very good impression of this arrogant and impolite woman. He hadn’t gone out of his way to cause her trouble, which was already a sign of good fortune for her. What did she want now? Did she think she hadn’t caused enough trouble?

Ilyna stood silently in the moonlight. Her expression was hesitant and pained, her lower lip tightly bitten, her furrowed brows revealing eyes brimming with emotion as she stared at Zhang Wen, as if wanting to say something but holding back.

Zhang Wen looked up at her, waiting for her to explain her purpose.

Frankly speaking, Ilyna was quite attractive. If it weren’t for her overly arrogant and sharp personality and her constant antagonism toward Zhang Wen, people generally wouldn’t have developed such a strong dislike for her.

Under the moonlight, she wore a sheer silk dress, almost transparent. Her elegant bun revealed a long, sensuous neck like a swan’s. Below was a large expanse of bare, snow-white skin, glowing with an ivory sheen under the moonlight, exuding an alluring aura. Her collarbone wasn’t very prominent but had a rounded sensuality. Her shoulders were also rounded, full of youthful beauty.

Her chest was the most voluptuous Zhang Wen had ever seen on a woman. Under the thin gauze, her full bosom was barely contained, like ripe coconuts ready to burst. With each breath, they trembled enticingly, giving one the imagination of how tempting the soft, large mounds beneath the transparent fabric must be.

Below her chest, her waist was impossibly slender, barely a handful, rivaling even that of a young girl. And yet, it added a mature, rounded allure, even more provocative.

Underneath her narrow waist were rapidly expanding curves. Her sensual, pear-shaped hips looked exquisite under the gauze skirt. Zhang Wen couldn’t help but imagine whether her backside was just as full and perky. Her beautiful legs were slightly closed beneath the skirt, appearing somewhat restless, giving rise to certain suggestive thoughts.

Feeling Zhang Wen’s gaze sweeping over her from head to toe, Ilyna felt her face burning hot, as if it were about to catch fire. Her heart was still conflicted, unsure how to begin.

Zhang Wen shrugged his shoulders. “If there’s nothing, please leave. I need to rest.” He no longer felt particularly disgusted with Ilyna. From what Zack and the others had mentioned during dinner, Ilyna had been reprimanded by the higher-ups for her poor performance during the previous academy exchange competition and probably wouldn’t be able to stay at the academy much longer.

“Wait… Please don’t chase me away!” Ilyna’s face turned pale, her teeth clenched as if making a final struggle. Finally, under Zhang Wen’s suspicious gaze, her shoulders trembled, and she slowly knelt before him.

“What are you doing?” Zhang Wen felt slightly displeased. “If you want to stay at the academy, I think you’ve come to the wrong person.”

“No! Not that…” Ilyna crawled forward a few steps on her knees. Her slender hands trembled as she carefully placed them on Zhang Wen’s knees, her voice choked as she said, “I… I’m here to say my final goodbye. I know I was wrong before. I… I’m apologizing. Please accept it.”

Hearing her stammering words, Zhang Wen was somewhat surprised. It wasn’t about staying at the academy? Then what was she doing? Anyone who didn’t know might think she was trying to seduce him.

“Okay, I accept your apology. Is there anything else?” Zhang Wen shifted his knees slightly. Her soft, warm hands resting on his knees made him feel a little… any normal man would react. Plus, the current environment was so serene, in a secluded room with no one to disturb, a woman kneeling before him with a pleading look. To say he wasn’t a little moved would be a lie.

Hearing Zhang Wen’s tone indicating he wanted her to leave, Ilyna became anxious. She leaned forward, her upper body nearly resting on Zhang Wen’s thighs. Her eyes pleaded, “Don’t chase me away so quickly. Let me stay a little longer, okay? Please…”

This was the first time Zhang Wen had seen Ilyna display such vulnerability. Previously, she had always been sharp and proud. This stark contrast left him puzzled. More importantly, as Ilyna leaned closer, Zhang Wen caught sight of her white neck, the sensually slender waist below, and the full, peach-like buttocks swaying temptingly before him.

What made Zhang Wen even more incredulous was that her breasts, under the force of gravity, lightly brushed against his thigh.

In that instant, both of their bodies trembled. They instinctively separated.

Zhang Wen looked at Ilyna somewhat awkwardly. They weren’t that close, and they had had a few minor conflicts before. Even if he had moved past that, they weren’t close enough for such intimacy.

Ilyna’s face was also flushed red, as if painted with rouge. Her eyes sparkled, and after a moment’s hesitation, she carefully leaned in again, her small hands eagerly yet tremblingly caressing Zhang Wen’s thigh. Her cheeks slightly lifted, she looked at Zhang Wen with a hint of longing, her lips slightly parted, revealing snow-white teeth and a pink little tongue.

Feeling the unusual stimulation, Zhang Wen couldn’t help but take a deep breath. The Spring Water Technique was most sensitive to women’s reactions, and once again it quietly accelerated its flow, gradually warming Zhang Wen’s body and igniting a faint desire.

However, he hesitated only briefly before firmly placing his hand on Ilyna’s advancing hands, which were almost reaching the base of his thigh. He asked sternly, “What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I… I…” Ilyna, her face flushed like peach blossoms, was abruptly stopped by Zhang Wen’s sharp question. Instantly cooled from her passionate state, it felt as if she had been drenched with a bucket of cold water. Her body shuddered.
A surge of intense shame welled up inside her, causing her to instinctively cover her face with both hands as she burst into tearful sobs.

“What’s wrong with you?” Zhang Wen couldn’t help but feel bewildered. She had mysteriously rushed into his room saying she wanted to apologize, yet refused to leave, and now she was crying for no apparent reason. Anyone who didn’t know better might think he had done something terrible to her.

But indeed, Irina was a fiery temptress. Even while crying, she remained exceptionally beautiful. Her full, snow-white breasts quivered with every sob, like two elastic water balloons rippling with motion. Zhang Wen felt his mouth go dry watching her. He struggled to suppress the rising arousal stirred by the Spring Water Technique within him.

Frowning, Zhang Wen lightly pushed her rounded shoulder. “Alright, if you’re going to cry, do it somewhere else. I really need to rest.” He was already starting to feel impatient.

Feeling the sharpness in his tone, Irina abruptly lowered her hands. Her tear-streaked, delicate face turned toward Zhang Wen, her gaze shifting from sorrowful to resolute. Biting her lower lip, she whispered, “I know you look down on me.” Without waiting for Zhang Wen to respond, she lifted her head and continued calmly, “I know you’ve always thought I’m a shallow woman, an unreasonable woman…”

Zhang Wen scratched his head. She had hit the nail on the head. There was no point in denying it.

Irina’s eyes seemed to blaze with fire as she stared at Zhang Wen. Suddenly impassioned, she said, “Yes, I’m a bad woman. I always oppose you at every turn. You must hate me, despise me, right? Well, now I’m giving you the chance. Come on…” She finished, her right hand brushing the strap on her shoulder. With a soft “pop,” the left strap slid down, revealing half of her smooth, round, and ample breast. Bathed in moonlight, it gleamed with a honeyed allure. Especially the delicate pink tip on her snowy chest—Zhang Wen’s body reacted instantly, his breath quickening.

“I’m just a shameless woman! Not only do I always target you, but I’ve made you the object of my fantasies. Every night, I dream of sleeping with you! That’s the kind of wicked woman I am!” Irina shouted, like a fierce female beast pouncing forward. She tightly embraced Zhang Wen, her anxious, burning lips searching frantically until finally capturing his mouth. She pushed him down onto the bed.

Her movements were wild and passionate, her kisses raining like hail onto Zhang Wen’s face and body. She kissed down his neck, tore open his shirt, and licked and kissed his bare chest.

She seemed entranced, wildly exciting Zhang Wen while murmuring over and over, “I’m a bad woman! I’m a shameless woman!”

Her large, elastic breasts slid and rubbed against Zhang Wen’s chest, sending intense sensations through him. Zhang Wen couldn’t help but hiss as a cold breath escaped his lips. The Spring Water Technique within him surged uncontrollably. He had a vague feeling that every time he had sex with a woman, it not only helped enhance his power but also accelerated his recovery. Like yesterday, despite having sustained many internal injuries, after a wild night with Amelie, he felt mostly healed. Tonight, after being seduced by Irina, his desire burned like an uncontrollable flame.

Maybe having sex with her would heal him completely.

A wicked thought suddenly crossed Zhang Wen’s mind. But he didn’t try to suppress it. If it was mutual, and the woman was willing, he couldn’t back down!

Feeling Irina’s passionate yet clumsy caresses and kisses, Zhang Wen’s desire soared higher. Finally, he grabbed her and flipped her over, taking control as he straddled her body. Instantly, her pair of full, white mounds lay completely exposed before his eyes.

The silvery moonlight filtering through the window cast a hazy glow over her smooth skin, making her beauty breathtaking.

Letting out a low growl, Zhang Wen tore the rest of Irina’s dress open with both hands, fully exposing her beauty. Then he leaned down and fiercely kissed the small cherry that had risen in excitement. The sudden intense stimulation caused Irina to shudder violently. Instinctively, she arched her waist high, bending her upper body into a graceful curve before collapsing back onto the bed. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, her breath coming in heavy gasps.

“It’s not a dream… I can really feel his warmth. He’s kissing me… He’s taking me… Just like in my dreams!”

In an instant, Irina wept with joy. Every night she had dreamed of making love with Zhang Wen, tortured by the unbearable longing. Ever since he returned to the academy yesterday, she had secretly watched him, finally unable to endure the torment any longer. She had made a bold decision.

She would seduce him, no matter what it took—otherwise, she would never escape the torment of her dreams.

Feeling Zhang Wen’s forceful invasion, Irina moaned passionately. Unlike Amelie, the mature and seductive Irina was even more passionate and unrestrained, her moans and cries so intense that even Zhang Wen blushed, though he was also thrilled.

If not for the remote location of Zhang Wen’s dormitory, someone might have overheard them.

Watching Irina twist passionately beneath him, sucking hungrily on her thumb, her eyes filled with desire, Zhang Wen couldn’t help but marvel at how naturally seductive she was.

His hands reached for her full, rounded buttocks, feeling the plumpness and elasticity so different from Amelie’s. As his fingers explored the crevice, he felt a warmth and wetness. Gently probing inward—

“Ugh! There… no! Don’t touch me there!!”

Her entire upper body flushed a seductive red, as if on fire. She arched her back high, her long hair swaying wildly, letting out an excited, hoarse scream. Her full breasts trembled like waves in water.

Zhang Wen swallowed hard. He hadn’t expected her to be so sensitive. He could only imagine how wild she would become during actual intercourse.

The room grew hot and steamy, the scent of the man’s sweat mingling with the woman’s intoxicating musk, eventually blending into an intoxicatingly sensual aroma.

The rhythmic slapping sounds, like raindrops and drumbeats, filled the air, accompanied by Irina’s lustful cries, moans, and ragged breathing.

At the peak of passion, Irina’s entire body turned a deep red like a fully cooked shrimp, trembling and convulsing. Large, crystal tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Yet her face bore an expression of deep satisfaction. Gently cradling Zhang Wen’s fingers, she greedily licked and sucked them like a sweet lollipop.

Once the aftershocks of her climax had passed, she boldly sat up and leaned over Zhang Wen, gently biting her lip, her voice a sultry whisper, “Master… let me serve you.”

Without waiting for Zhang Wen’s response, she began her own playful exploration. She sucked each of his fingers one by one, stealing glances at his expression with her seductive eyes. Glistening threads of saliva stretched between her lips and his fingers. After finishing his fingers, she leaned down to lick his ears, neck, lips, and the small nubs on his chest, sending waves of pleasure through him.

Running his hands along Irina’s smooth back, Zhang Wen thought to himself how amazing a bed partner she was—more passionate, open, and wanton than any other woman he had been with. But for a man, wasn’t that exactly what made a bed partner exciting?

Irina continued her kisses downward, past his abdomen, finally reaching his manhood. She kissed and sucked greedily, making Zhang Wen momentarily lose himself. The Spring Water Technique within him spun wildly, like it had gone mad. If one could observe his internal energy with spiritual vision, they would see the previously dim acupoints being nourished with energy, healing and gradually glowing like stars once more.

Irina’s passion showed no signs of waning, like a mischievous child discovering a new toy, eagerly working on Zhang Wen’s lower body. Unable to help himself, Zhang Wen grabbed her hair and gently lifted it, letting out a heavy breath.

Irina seemed born to please men. Though inexperienced at first, she quickly learned how to satisfy Zhang Wen.

Both were completely uninhibited, trying every position imaginable. Irina’s wantonness and natural allure captivated Zhang Wen. They reached climax after climax, until finally exhausted, they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.