Chapter 608: Does the Pope Need to Take the Initiative?

"Actually, using thunderous means to suppress them would suffice; do you have other ideas?" Bibi Dong asked.

Qin Jian nodded: "I don't want the Spirit Hall's plans to be affected by this split, so the next step should also be put on the agenda."

Bibi Dong's eyes widened: "All-Dalu Spirit Master Certification."

"Correct, All-Dalu Spirit Master Certification!"

Qin Jian smiled slightly: "This time, I want to establish my authority."

"What is the target for establishing authority?" Bibi Dong asked.

Qin Jian shook his head: "That depends on which sect sticks its head out to make a big move."

"Hmm, as long as you have a plan in mind."

After finishing the serious business, Bibi Dong raised her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly: "Do you... want to drink?"

"Drink?"

Qin Jian turned his head, a flash of amusement in his eyes: "It's not mealtime yet, why drink?"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes stared straight at him: "My special mixed wine, don't you want to taste it?"

Qin Jian turned and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist: "Can't hold back anymore?"

Having had her intentions exposed, Bibi Dong showed no sign of shyness; she tilted her head slightly, her gaze alluring: "For a full half-month, you've done nothing but manipulate water, just as you said, it's merely drinking poison to quench thirst..."

Qin Jian extended a finger, lifted her chin, and kissed her soft red lips lightly: "This is called 'to yield, one must first stretch'; only after being suppressed to the extreme can you experience true peak pleasure."

"How much longer do you intend to suppress it?"

Seeing that there was no follow-up after his kiss, Bibi Dong felt a bit shy and annoyed: "Do you expect me to take the initiative?"

"Aren't you the Pope? You even wanted me to marry into your family!"

Qin Jian laughed: "The Pope shouldn't be opposed to such a thing, right?"

"You don't want to be a man anymore?"

Bibi Dong looked at him askance.

"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with being a man or woman; it's just eating soft rice when one has a stomachache," Qin Jian chuckled.

"With your personality, where would you ever want to eat soft rice?"

Bibi Dong rolled her beautiful eyes: "If that were really the case, you should have been my Empress Consort long ago."

"Just experiencing it occasionally; after eating hard rice for too long, one wants to change their palate."

Qin Jian remained unmoved, waiting for Bibi Dong to take the initiative.

This woman seemed to have unlocked some mysterious attribute after that one time; even though she couldn't hold back these days, she stubbornly refused to force herself on him.

Qin Jian had originally thought that an empress-level figure like her liked to dominate others, no matter where they were.

But now, it was clear that Bibi Dong was not like that; in this matter, she was just like those noble socialites—clearly wanting to, yet constrained by a pure and noble persona.

Whether for her future happiness or his own, didn't he have to liberate her?

"Dong'er, how about we play a game?" Qin Jian suddenly said.

Bibi Dong glanced at him with her beautiful eyes: "What game?"

"It's very simple..."

Qin Jian leaned into her ear and said: "From now on, I won't provide any cooperation, how about that?"

Bibi Dong paused: "You... must you have me take the initiative?"

Qin Jian smiled: "I want to see how my Pope intends to seduce me."

"Seduce you?"

Bibi Dong suddenly laughed: "Qin Jian, that's not difficult at all."

Not difficult?

Qin Jian laughed inwardly.

After all, he had just been to the Imperial Capital of the Star Luo Empire today.

Although the main purpose was to handle matters regarding the Spirit Judgment Hall and the Spirit Academy over in Star Luo, it was only natural to have a great battle with his little kitten after finishing.

Therefore, he was currently in a sage state.

"Then go ahead and try."

Qin Jian let go of Bibi Dong.

"How about we drink some wine first?"

Suddenly being asked to take the initiative, the Pope felt a bit awkward.

"Drinking is fine, but I'll warn you, alcohol will make me even less sensitive," Qin Jian laughed.

Bibi Dong hesitated, but still asked for two bottles of wine to numb herself.

"Didn't you say there was mixed wine? Why didn't you bring it?" Qin Jian asked, looking at the two red wine glasses in Bibi Dong's hands.

Bibi Dong said: "It's not like I'm trying to get you drunk, so of course I don't need mixed wine; it feels... very uncomfortable..."

Not knowing if she was thinking of the first experience, her body trembled slightly: "It's just too miserable after getting drunk on mixed wine, with a splitting headache, and after waking up, I can't remember many of the details..."

"Which details do you want to know?"

Qin Jian leaned in: "I can tell you, from the moment I threw you onto the bed, to tearing your clothes apart, collapsing the bed, and pinning down your two hands... mm..."

The cold rim of a wine glass suddenly blocked his mouth, and Bibi Dong said in shy annoyance: "Stop talking!"

Qin Jian casually picked up the goblet from his lips, tilted his head back and drained it, then held the glass upside down, letting a drop of wine slide out: "I've finished mine, you do as you please."

Bibi Dong was helpless: "Is this how you drink red wine? You're drinking it like water, aren't you?"

"Then how do you want to drink it?"

A strange look flashed in Qin Jian's eyes: "Are you going to feed me?"

Please, don't...

Otherwise, if his mind were full of Qian Renxue at a time like this, how awkward that would be...

Unfortunately, Bibi Dong's eyes clearly brightened a little: "As expected of you, you're quite experienced!"

Seeing her bring the wine glass to his lips, Qin Jian drank a few mouthfuls very cooperatively.

"How does it feel?" Bibi Dong asked.

Qin Jian blinked his eyes: "What is there to feel?"

Bibi Dong felt very uncomfortable: "I, the Pope, am feeding you wine, and you don't feel anything?"

"Sigh..."

Qin Jian sighed: "I thought your comprehension ability was quite high, it seems I still have to teach you..."

He reached out his left hand, pulled her in front of him, took a large gulp of wine from the glass in his right hand, and then fed it to her by pressing his lips against her red ones.

"Mmph..."

Bibi Dong tilted her head back, her beautiful eyes trembling; she had clearly never experienced such flirting before.

Her body suddenly felt light, and when Bibi Dong opened her eyes, she saw the world spinning.

When the scene became clear again, it had turned into the ceiling of the bedroom.

Lying on her large bed, watching Qin Jian diligently helping her undo her restraints, Bibi Dong's thoughts were slightly chaotic: "Weren't you asking me to take the initiative? Why did you suddenly..."

Qin Jian chuckled in a low voice: "Actually, these days of playing hard to get, you aren't the only one who has been suppressed, even this morning... mmph... you don't need to do anything else, I..."

Bibi Dong: "..."

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(End of this chapter)