Six years had passed since the Shrek Seven Devils began their journey under the academy's banner. They were now eighteen years old — an age at which, on the Douluo Continent, a person was considered fully adult: capable of leading a family, entering marriage, making independent cultivation decisions, and engaging in large-scale combat without oversight. Time had spared no one, yet for this group it had proven extraordinarily generous: from talented adolescents they had transformed into true monsters whose names were already whispered in the upper circles of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the closed halls of great sects.
Ye Chen had reached level 59. His Nephrite Hat had evolved through five stages, now bearing five soul rings: two yellow (423 and 1478 years), two purple (3200 and 8700 years), and one black (52,000 years). Each subsequent ring not only amplified his physical attributes but deepened the core concept of "green lenses" — the ability to absorb power through humiliation, jealousy, and betrayal. "Green Armor" now rendered his body nearly an impregnable fortress: fivefold enhancement of all parameters, passive regeneration, absorption of external soul power, and even temporary shadow invisibility. He had become one of the most dangerous close-combat masters on the continent, though he rarely displayed his full strength in public — preferring to remain a shadow, observing from the sidelines.
Ning Rongrong had advanced to level 49. Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had reached seven tiers — a level considered near-divine within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. She obtained her fourth ring three years earlier — purple, 7800 years old, from a Heavenly Radiance Phoenix. Her amplifications now reached 60–70% across all major attributes (strength, speed, endurance, defense, regeneration, soul power, mental resilience) and could be applied to the entire group within a fifty-meter radius simultaneously. She had become one of the most sought-after auxiliary masters on the continent — and one of its most untouchable beauties.
Xiao Wu had reached level 47. Her Soft-Boned Rabbit martial soul had progressed through four rings (two yellow, two purple), and her 100,000-year transformation was partially complete — allowing her to assume beast form for short durations, dramatically enhancing her teleportation and soft-bone techniques. She had become a phantom on the battlefield, capable of vanishing and reappearing at any point.
The remaining Shrek Seven Devils had also attained impressive heights, each with five soul rings:
Tang San — level 58 (dual martial souls, hidden weapons, Blue Silver Grass + Clear Sky Hammer). Dai Mubai — level 55 (White Tiger with three evolutions). Zhu Zhuqing — level 54 (Hell Civet at maximum speed and stealth). Oscar — level 52 (sausages now granted flight, regeneration, amplification, temporary invisibility, and even poisonous effects). Ma Hongjun — level 51 (Evil Fire Phoenix with a domain capable of incinerating armies).
Six years of joint training, battles, expeditions, and trials had forged them into a true family. They had long ceased to be mere students — they had become a legend feared and respected across the continent. Shrek Academy had become their home, and Flender and Zhao Wuji their mentors, revered as elder brothers and teachers.
One evening, after another exhausting day of training when everyone had retired to their rooms, Ye Chen and Ning Rongrong met once again by the lake. They now came here almost every night — it had become their secret ritual. Over six years their bond had deepened to its limit: they were lovers, battle partners, best friends, and everything to one another. Yet the conversation six years earlier had left its mark. Ye Chen's fetish had not faded — it had only grown deeper, sharper, more mature. Ning Rongrong had learned to live with it: at first with difficulty, then with curiosity, and now with a light, almost playful acceptance.
They sat on the grass by the water. The moon reflected on the lake like a silver disk. Ning Rongrong leaned her head against his shoulder, as she had done a thousand times over the years.
"Do you remember that alley in Soto City?" she asked quietly, a faint smile on her lips. "When I 'accidentally' fell…"
Ye Chen nodded.
"Of course. It was six years ago. But I remember every detail."
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
"I want to repeat it. Only… deeper. Tonight."
Ye Chen froze. His heart beat faster.
"Are you sure?"
Ning Rongrong nodded — slowly, but firmly.
"I have thought about it a lot over these years. At first I was afraid. Then angry. Then… I began to understand that it excites me too. Not as strongly as it does you, but… enough to try. I trust you. And I want to see how you look at me."
Ye Chen took her hand and squeezed it.
"Then let us go."
They stood and walked toward the city. The night was warm; the streets of Soto City were already empty, with only rare lanterns glowing in the alleys. They found the same narrow passage — the very one where everything had begun six years earlier. Now it was even quieter: only one homeless man sat in the corner, wrapped in a tattered cloak. No one else was in sight.
Ye Chen and Ning Rongrong stopped in the shadows. He gave her a silent nod. She took a deep breath, adjusted her skirt (shorter than usual tonight), and stepped forward.
"Uncle…" she called in a soft, almost childlike voice. "May I speak with you for a moment?"
The man lifted his head. He was around forty, face covered in stubble, eyes clouded from fatigue and alcohol. Seeing the beautiful young woman, he immediately perked up.
"What is it, beauty?"
Ning Rongrong approached closer, her voice remaining gentle and tender.
"My boyfriend… has a special fetish. He likes it when other men… touch me. When they look. Perhaps… you could help? Just a little. Only touching. Nothing more."
The homeless man froze. His eyes widened. He glanced at Ye Chen standing in the shadows and saw the slight nod. The man grinned, showing missing teeth.
"Of course, little one. Come sit on my lap."
Ning Rongrong slowly approached and lowered herself onto his lap. Her dress rode up, exposing snow-white thighs. The man wrapped both arms around her narrow waist — rough, calloused, dirty hands. He began stroking her skin, sliding upward along her thighs. His fingers moved slowly, savoring every inch.
Ning Rongrong shivered but did not pull away. She looked at Ye Chen — he stood motionless, eyes burning in the darkness. His breathing had grown heavier.
The man's hands rose higher. He touched the edge of her pink panties — they were already damp. He paused, looking at her.
"May I… play with your pussy?" he asked hoarsely.
Ning Rongrong glanced at Ye Chen again. He gave a slow nod.
The man pushed the fabric of her panties aside. His dirty finger touched her pink, wet flesh. Ning Rongrong let out a soft moan — a mixture of shame and pleasure. He began to play — first gently circling her clit, then deeper, sliding inside.
She arched her back, her breathing becoming ragged. Her moans grew louder — lewd, sweet, filled with ecstasy. The man quickened his movements, now thrusting his finger hard and fast. Ning Rongrong trembled all over, her legs clenched, and within a minute she climaxed — loudly, with a long, drawn-out moan, pressing herself against him.
When the orgasm passed, she breathed heavily. The man withdrew his hand, licked his fingers, and grinned.
Ning Rongrong stood up, quickly adjusted her panties and skirt. Her cheeks burned, but her eyes held something new — a blend of embarrassment and satisfaction.
"Thank you, uncle," she said softly. "Perhaps… we will come again."
She stepped out of the alley. Ye Chen followed silently behind her.
They walked a few steps before Ning Rongrong turned to him. Her voice trembled slightly, yet carried a playful note.
"So… did you enjoy watching another man play with my pussy?"
Ye Chen looked into her eyes. His voice was hoarse with arousal.
"Yes. Very much."
Ning Rongrong laughed quietly — playful, with a light huskiness.
"And I… I liked it too. The way he touched me. The way you watched."
She stepped closer and kissed him — deeply, passionately, with the lingering taste of what had just happened.
"Let us go home," she whispered. "I want you."
They returned to the academy in silence, hand in hand. The night was warm, the moon shining brightly.
And within Ye Chen, the Nephrite Hat pulsed stronger than ever — greedily absorbing every drop of humiliation, jealousy, and power they had just created together.