Chapter 17: Ma Xiaotao — Do You Prefer White or Black Stockings?
Ma Xiaotao didn't make things difficult for Ye Chen. She lifted her foot easily as he picked up the fork and placed it aside.
Actually, the fork wasn't even dirty—it could still be used…
Also, he noted she had really chosen her white stockings well—the texture looked soft and silky smooth. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of material they were made of.
"So? How did it feel?"
The question came casually from Ma Xiaotao just as his thoughts wandered.
Without thinking, Ye Chen answered honestly, "Smooth… and really soft."
"Oh? So you were doing it on purpose! What kind of proper soul master drops a fork, huh?" Ma Xiaotao glared at him playfully before giving him a light kick to the stomach.
"And what kind of proper soul master wears white stockings, huh, Sister Xiao Tao?" Ye Chen caught her foot in his hand, gently kneading her ankle as his gaze met hers boldly.
The pretense was gone—he wasn't faking politeness anymore.
"Hmph… I—how do you even know I don't usually wear these…"
Ma Xiaotao's face flushed bright red. She jerked her foot free, her eyes darting away as she looked anywhere but at him, far too embarrassed to match his shamelessness.
"I really did just drop it, I was thinking about something," Ye Chen said, pretending to sound serious.
"Yeah, sure…" Ma Xiaotao rolled her eyes lightly and ducked her head to focus on her sandwich again.
Ye Chen shrugged and went back to sipping his porridge.
After a brief silence, though, Ma Xiaotao couldn't help but whisper, "Then… tell me, do you like white stockings or black ones…?"
Ye Chen froze mid-bite.
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he replied honestly, "As long as you're the one wearing them, Sister Xiao Tao—I like them all."
Ma Xiaotao let out a half-scoff, half-laugh. "You little smooth-talker. Who taught you to be so slick at your age?" she said, but deep down, her heart melted at his words.
She had thought teasing him like this would make him nervous or flustered.
Instead, he turned out to be even bolder than she'd imagined—a mischievous little brat.
But that was fine. Better, even.
She had full confidence in her beauty and allure. With just a bit of effort, she could have Ye Chen wrapped around her finger in no time.
Hehehe… soon enough, he'll be mine.
"Hey, what are you thinking about, Sister Xiao Tao? You're drooling," Ye Chen said dryly, watching her dreamy expression.
"Ahaha~! Nothing, nothing. I'm full now. Hurry and eat, or you'll be late," she said quickly, wiping a stray drop of milk from her lips, oddly cheerful.
She vanished into her room right after—undoubtedly to change clothes.
Ye Chen finished eating soon after.
He might be able to afford skipping class, but he still respected Mu Jin enough not to make a habit of arriving late.
…
The morning class was dull as ever.
Theory in the morning.
Physical training in the afternoon.
When the afternoon began, all students were sent out to run laps.
Ye Chen didn't complain—he found himself reminiscing about his past life's school days, those crowded runs under the sun, boys and girls packed together, youthful energy filling the air.
Each lap of the field measured a kilometer. One hundred laps meant one hundred kilometers. For ordinary people, unthinkable—but for soul masters, it was mildly exhausting at best.
Mu Jin didn't enforce a time limit; as long as the daily quota was met, the task was complete.
Naturally, Ye Chen ran in front—his body was leagues above the others.
Alongside him were Wu Feng and Ning Tian.
The rest followed behind at various paces—it had almost become a pecking order of strength and stamina.
Although many girls admired Ye Chen, none dared approach him anymore. Wu Feng and Ning Tian had already claimed that spot beside him, both powerful and beautiful, leaving little room for competition.
Wu Feng was Class Nine's strongest attacker.
Ning Tian—the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's little princess and the class monitor—was nearly level 30 already. Who would dare challenge either of them?
Compared to their strength, talent, and beauty, the rest could only quietly admire from afar.
Still, having Ye Chen in their class meant they could at least see him every day—enough to make things more… pleasant.
…
Ye Chen jogged at a steady pace, occasionally taking small bites of something he'd hidden away—a bit of whale glue.
The jogging helped his body digest it faster, enhancing its restorative effects while minimizing side effects.
He still had over ten pounds left, including a piece of crystallized ten-thousand-year whale glue that would take time to fully absorb.
His body could handle it well, but even so, too much at once led to… frequent bathroom breaks, shall we say.
"Ye Chen, what are you eating? Share some with us~" Ning Tian piped up, catching him mid-snack with a playful smile.
The laps were exhausting, and after fifty circuits the fatigue had set in. Seeing him nibbling something with ease made her—and Wu Feng—instantly curious (and jealous).
"It's something that boosts your physique. You can try a bit," Ye Chen said, scraping off two small, creamy-white gel-like bits of whale glue, setting one each on his fingers before handing them to the girls.
"What's this? It looks weird…" Ning Tian muttered—but curiosity won. She leaned forward, lips parting slightly.
Then—
slurp!
She swallowed his finger whole, along with the whale glue, giving it a rather deliberate lick before letting go.
"S-smooth… and tasty," she murmured.
Ye Chen froze in place, his face darkening as he felt the warmth of her tongue brushing his fingertips.
"Uh-oh… I think he noticed," Ning Tian mumbled, pulling back quickly, her cheeks pink.
But then—suddenly, her expression shifted to shock.
"This… this is whale glue! And not just any—it's ten-thousand-year whale glue!"
She stared wide-eyed at Ye Chen.
Born and raised in the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, she had used high-grade whale glue before—tiny, crystallized slivers worth fortunes.
But nothing like this—soft, fresh, almost tender in consistency—and so much more potent.
The portion he'd given her might be small, but comparing the density and freshness, its power dwarfed anything she'd ever tried.
And the fact that he'd already eaten plenty of it—how much could he still have hidden away?
"Whale glue?! I want some too!"
Wu Feng's eyes lit up.
She wasted no time—grabbing his other hand and slipping his finger into her mouth, sucking every remaining trace clean with a satisfied hum.
"So good!"
She could already feel the warm vitality spreading inside her—fatigue gone, body thrumming with energy.
Even a small bite of ten-thousand-year whale glue was an incredible boon.
Her ordinarily tired muscles now felt strong and invigorated.
Ye Chen just stared at the two girls helplessly.
Two beauties licking his fingers in the middle of class…
There were worse problems to have.
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