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Chapter 15: Five Women Serving Together: The First Resonance
The night deepened, but the area deep within the Heaven Dou Royal Academy—shielded by an independent barrier—remained brightly lit. Mo Bai's residence was a three-story small building. From the outside, it looked no different from the other faculty lodgings, but the interior had been renovated with soul-conduction formations and special materials, long ago becoming a completely private domain.
At this moment, the master bedroom on the third floor was filled with a soft, warm yellow glow. The room was spacious, with dark wooden floors that felt warm to the touch and walls inlaid with moonstones that emitted a tranquil aura. In the center of the room, a massive circular bed, nearly exaggerated in size, occupied the core position. It was covered with thick, soft padding made of unknown animal hides, with deep red velvet curtains hanging from the edges. A rich fragrance drifted through the air—a blend of agarwood, musk, and a specific aphrodisiac herb. This was the "Acacia Incense" specially prepared by Mo Bai, designed to slowly relax the mind and amplify the senses.
Mo Bai had already finished bathing. Dressed in a simple black silk sleeping robe, he leaned against the cushions at the edge of the bed. His posture was relaxed, yet his eyes remained as calm and deep as ever as he toyed with a glowing soul-conduction core, seemingly debugging something.
Footsteps echoed from the stairs, light and carrying a hint of hesitation.
Xiao Wu was the first to appear at the door. She had clearly prepared meticulously, wearing a nearly transparent pale pink gauze nightgown. The hem reached only to mid-thigh, making her long, fair legs shimmer through the fabric as she moved. The neckline was cut very low, revealing a large expanse of snowy skin and an enticing cleavage. Her long pink hair was loosely pinned to one side, exposing her slender neck. She wore light makeup, and her pink eyes were watery and glistening, carrying a mix of expectation and a familiar charm. She walked briskly to Mo Bai's side and naturally knelt down, resting her head gently on his thigh like a pet cat trying to please its master.
"Master, everything is ready," Xiao Wu's voice was sweet and soft, carrying an unabashed intent to seek favor.
Mo Bai gave an "en" in response, his fingers rhythmically stroking her smooth pink hair.
Following closely, Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan walked in side-by-side. Zhu Zhuqing was still dressed in black, but the style was worlds apart from her usual martial attire—it was a black lace camisole nightgown. The fabric clung tightly to the smooth, graceful curves of her body, tracing her slender waist and perky hip line. The hem was slightly longer than Xiao Wu's, but the high slits on the sides extended all the way to the root of her thighs, revealing flashes of white as she walked. Her long black hair cascaded down, and her cold, beautiful face looked a little less distant under the warm light, replaced by a trace of subtle tension. She did not approach immediately like Xiao Wu but stopped a few paces away from the bed, her hands instinctively interlaced.
Dugu Yan was much bolder. She wore a dark green silk robe that was only loosely tied with a single belt. Large areas of skin were left bare—her collarbones, chest, and flat abdomen were all exposed to the air. It was obvious she wore nothing underneath the robe; as she moved, the lapels swayed, offering glimpses of rounded buttocks and long legs. Her emerald eyes held her customary demonic and dangerous smile. She walked straight to Mo Bai's other side and sat down unceremoniously, her body nearly half-leaning against him.
"Teacher, what is the training plan for tonight?" Dugu Yan's finger traced circles on Mo Bai's chest, her voice husky and seductive. "Or... is there no plan, and it all depends on your mood?" As she spoke, her gaze swept over Zhu Zhuqing at the door and then toward the stairs, clearly waiting for the other two.
When Ning Rongrong appeared, her awkwardness was glaringly obvious. She wore a pale purple velvet nightgown of a relatively conservative style, with small pearls inlaid at the collar and cuffs, reaching down to her knees. Even so, the velvet fabric clung to her form, revealing the graceful curves of a young woman just coming into her own. Her cheeks were crimson, her eyes darted away, and her hands tightly gripped the hem of her gown. Her steps were so slow she was practically shuffling. Seeing the three girls already waiting—especially the near-naked outfits and intimate postures of Xiao Wu and Dugu Yan—her face turned even redder, looking as if it might bleed. She stood beside Zhu Zhuqing, head lowered, not daring to look toward the bed.
Last to arrive was Ye Lingling. Having recently recovered, her face still carried a hint of post-illness pallor, but her eyes had regained their clarity. She wore a pure white cotton nightgown—the simplest and most plain kind—with long sleeves and a length reaching her ankles, wrapping her entire person tightly. However, this deliberate concealment seemed even more like a "conspicuous cover-up" in this setting. She walked quietly to Ning Rongrong's other side and looked calmly at Mo Bai, nodding slightly: "Master." Her voice was cool, yet it carried the docility brought by the newly forged brand.
Five girls of peerless beauty and distinct temperaments stood at different positions in the spacious bedroom, forming a strange and enticing picture. The air seemed to become viscous and scorching due to their presence. Xiao Wu's flirtatious initiative, Dugu Yan's bold bewitchery, Zhu Zhuqing's cold restraint, Ning Rongrong's shy sensitivity, and Ye Lingling's cool obedience—five distinct charms converged here because of their shared belonging to the same man.