Shui Yue'er and Shui Bing'er had to be carried back to their quarters by Fu Ye himself. Their competitive nature and their heated dispute in the carriage had led to a marathon of physical passion that left them utterly spent. By the time the carriage stopped, they were so physically drained that even the simple act of sitting up felt like an impossible task.
Fortunately, their disheveled and weakened state wasn't seen by Yu Hairou or the other girls of the Tianshui team. As the leaders and pillars of the squad, Fu Ye figured it was only fair to preserve their dignity; seeing their proud captains reduced to trembling, jelly-legged messes might have been too much for the younger members to handle.
Late that night, the three "casualties"—Doudou, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er—were placed in a single large room to rest and recover. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a serene silver glow over the bed where the three beauties lay together.
Shui Bing'er's long eyelashes fluttered as she slowly regained consciousness. Beside her, Shui Yue'er also opened her ice-blue eyes, a soft hiss of pain escaping her lips as she tried to stretch. The movement awakened Doudou, who was sandwiched between the two sisters. Unlike them, Doudou had already recovered some of her strength and was beginning to adapt to the new, lingering sensations of her body.
"Yue'er..." Bing'er whispered, her voice still raspy from the carriage ride.
"Sister..." Yue'er replied, her face flushing crimson as she pulled the silk duvet up to hide her cheeks. "This... this isn't right. This is nothing like what I read in those romance books. They said the first time would be a bit painful, but I didn't think it would feel like I was hit by a Spirit Train..."
"But Brother Fu Ye was so gentle at the same time," Bing'er added, a shy smile playing on her lips as she remembered how he had claimed her. "Even if I can't move my legs right now, it was... wonderful."
"Um... did you two also... with him?" Doudou finally joined the conversation, her voice barely a whisper.
"Huh? You're that beautiful winged announcer from the Arena!" Yue'er pouted, despite her fatigue. "Waaaah... it's so unfair. We were the ones who liked him first, but you got to go all the way before us!"
In the silence of the night, the atmosphere in the room shifted from physical soreness to playful curiosity. As is common in female dormitories, the lack of men allowed for a much more uninhibited level of physical contact.
"Sister Doudou," Bing'er whispered, her hand moving under the covers to feel the silky skin of the announcer's thigh. "Your skin is so white and smooth... I can see why he likes you. Can I touch it a bit more?"
"Hey! Don't be selfish, Sister!" Yue'er chimed in, leaning closer to Doudou and sniffing her neck. "You smell so sweet, like fresh milk. It's no wonder Fu Ye was so voracious with you."
"Wait, no! You can't touch me there... it's still sensitive from earlier!" Doudou squealed, her face turning as red as a ripe apple as she tried to defend herself from the sisters' wandering hands. "Girls, please! I'm still recovering too!"
While the three girls were bonding in their room, Fu Ye was in the bathroom of his own suite. He wasn't alone. Zhu Zhuqing, his "little cat," was already in the large marble tub, her skin glistening with scented oils as she massaged her supple limbs.
"So?" Zhuqing asked, her amber eyes filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Did Bing'er and Yue'er... finally join the club?"
She knew the feeling all too well. After her own first time with Fu Ye, she hadn't been able to leave the bed for two full days. Seeing the state of the Shui sisters, the outcome was obvious.
"Yeah," Fu Ye replied, stepping into the warm water and letting out a sigh of relief. "Exactly what you think. They've officially joined your 'allied forces.' Though I have to say, that stunt they pulled in the carriage... being silenced by silk stockings while they fought over who got me first was quite the experience."
Zhuqing rolled her eyes playfully. "You're a hopeless case. But I suppose you're our hopeless case."
Before she could respond further, the bathroom door creaked open. Zhu Zhuyun, the elder Zhu sister, stepped in with the graceful, swaying gait of a predator. She was completely uninhibited, her magnificent and mature curves on full display.
"My husband, haven't you and little sister finished washing yet?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
"We were just about to finish," Fu Ye began, but he was silenced as Zhuyun closed the door with a firm thud. She moved with the speed of a cat, pouncing into the water and wrapping herself around Fu Ye like an octopus.
"Tonight, we're having a 'Mandarin Duck' bath," she whispered, her pink lips grazing his ear. "And I don't plan on letting you leave this water until I'm satisfied."
The next morning was beautiful, the sun shining brightly as Fu Ye stepped out onto the balcony to stretch. He felt invigorated, despite the fact that Zhu Zhuyun had been an absolute temptress the night before. They say women become more voracious as they mature, and Zhuyun, nearing her twenties, was the perfect example.
Fu Ye had been forced to use three separate twenty-four-hour Time Boundaries just to keep up with her demands and ensure they both reached a state of blissful exhaustion. In the battle of wits and stamina against his wives, Fu Ye refused to ever fall behind.
As a consequence, however, Zhu Zhuyun wouldn't be showing her face to the other girls for at least two days.
With the recent tournament matches over, Fu Ye decided to grant the girls a month-long vacation. For most of the Tianshui members, this "vacation" meant staying right where they were. Most had been recruited by Han Ruyan from the outside world; the academy was their only home.
Even Little Wu was being "heartless," clinging to Fu Ye and declaring she didn't need her mother, Ah Wu, as long as he was there to accompany her. Fu Ye could only hope that when he eventually met Ah Wu again, she wouldn't spank her daughter too hard for such comments.
As Fu Ye stepped out of his quarters, he was immediately intercepted by a tall, striking girl with black hair and golden eyes.
"Oh? If it isn't my little husband," Dugu Yan said, her voice laced with a playful, "green tea" bitterness. She sauntered up to him, hooking a finger under his chin. "I'm already your little wife, yet so many days have passed without you coming to find me. I might just get angry."
"Yan'er, I've been busy with—"
"Shhh~ It's too late for excuses," she whispered, her eyes filled with teasing intent. "You're coming to my room right now. You don't need to worry about anything else; I'll take care of everything."
Fu Ye realized his "harem" had grown quite large. Ah Wu, A'Yin, Yuehua, Xiao Wu, Erlong, Ruyan, Zhuqing, Zhuyun, Yan'er, Xuewu, Bing'er, Yue'er, Hairou, Liuyu, Doudou... the list was becoming a bit staggering.
However, he noticed that Ning Rongrong, Meng Yiran, and Wu Ling—the three who hadn't "joined" the inner circle yet—were often whispering in corners. He respected their privacy, but he knew they were plotting something.
With the Continental Elite Competition only six months away, Fu Ye decided it was time.
"It's time for the Immortal Herbs," he muttered.
At noon, he gathered the Tianshui team in the training hall.
"Brother Fu Ye, what are we practicing today?" Shui Yue'er asked, her face still slightly flushed as she dashed to his side and claimed his left arm.
"Stop playing around, Yue'er. I have serious business to discuss," Fu Ye said, patting her head.
With a playful grimace, she let go and ran over to her sister for "comfort."
"Hehe, stop keeping us in suspense, Brother Fu Ye," Xue Wu said, giving him a wink. "We're all here. Tell us the big news!"