Chapter 541: The Thunder Tribulation Strikes the Emperor

The vibrant music of youth gradually faded, leaving the private room in an eerie silence.

Xiao Jing's raised arms slowly lowered, the circular bandage that had been a stunning surprise now quietly concealed by her falling shirt.

The bold, unrestrained teasing and flamboyance on her face vanished instantly, replaced by her usual demure, quiet, and harmless demeanor.

A flush from intense exercise colored her cheeks, her pale skin glimmering softly under the warm lighting.

She panted, stuck out her tongue, and looked utterly adorable.

Xu Qing's mouth unconsciously formed a perfect, rounded "O."

She felt her entire worldview had just been shattered by Xiao Jing, smashed to pieces with a sledgehammer.

In the past, she had often trembled at Xiao Jing's bizarre, even outrageous remarks, privately labeling her "Crazy Xiao Jing."

But she never imagined Xiao Jing was even more insane—her level of madness far exceeded anything Xu Qing could have dreamed up.

This was literally a live-action "yuri stalker" straight out of an anime!

On the other side, Lin Mu Xue's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

She couldn't comprehend it. She was utterly stunned.

In truth, aside from those rare moments of "deeply exchanging ball skills" with Tang Song, Lin Mu Xue had always maintained a cold, elegant goddess persona in daily life.

Even when she first started playing, she'd used the "one-night stand" approach, suppressing every expression, constantly finding excuses to retreat, building herself escape routes.

Even now, whether in casual interaction or work coordination, she consciously preserved a certain reserve and poise whenever interacting with Tang Song.

This was partly to sustain that elusive, distant freshness, and partly to reserve the power to deliver a shocking contrast at critical moments.

For example, the "fishnet stockings" she'd specially prepared today seemed wildly bold to her.

But she hadn't expected there to be someone even better!

Wearing lingerie with a bandage on it on a date? She could barely accept that—but recalling her first encounter with Xiao Jing at Sinmo Bar, and later the indirect information she'd gathered from Qin Hua and others, everyone's general impression of Xiao Jing had always been that of a wealthy, well-mannered, textbook Bai Bai Fumei—a perfect little miss.

That's why she'd firmly believed Xiao Jing was a fellow ally favored and courted by Jin Dongshi, which was why she'd taken the initiative to be friendly and build ties.

But now…

Her gaze locked onto Xiao Jing's innocent, angelic face before her, recalling her earlier performance.

Lin Mu Xue's emotions churned like a stormy sea.

My god! What kind of pervert is this?!

Catching the expressions on their faces out of the corner of her eye, Xiao Jing's lips curled into a subtle, hidden smile.

In her mind, a bold, scrolling subtitle floated through the air:

【Round One: Xiao Jing Wins! Xiao Xue, Xiao Qing, Down!】

Of course, she loved Tang Song's "perverted move"—inviting all three girlfriends together, all wearing matching outfits, a true "Otome no Koi"-style shoujo battlefield scene!

But one thing at a time: in a battlefield, there can only be one center stage!

She wanted Tang Song to understand who truly understood him, who could best tolerate him.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Tang Song, whose gaze burned with desire, her eyes gleaming with mischief as her ivory fingers slowly, languidly buttoned her shirt—gentle movements laced with subtle seduction.

She rose swiftly.

But perhaps due to squatting too long and the intense dance, her legs went weak—"Oh!"—she tumbled forward straight into Tang Song's arms—"Thud!"

Xiao Jing's face pressed firmly against Tang Song's abs, her soft nose nearly sinking into them.

She gasped, blushing, lifted her head, and flashed an innocent expression: "Sugoi masae, Tang Song-ge! I skipped breakfast to make it on time for our date—I might be a bit hypoglycemic—"

Their eyes met. Looking down at Xiao Jing, Tang Song took a deep breath, his blood surging straight to his head, his abs tightening slightly under her intimate contact.

His hands gently stroked her back, applying slight pressure as he murmured softly: "Then let's eat some fruit first. You danced beautifully."

Xiao Jing bit her lip: "Thank you, Tang Song-ge! I'm glad you liked it!"

With Tang Song's help, she rose slowly—and "accidentally" plopped right onto his thighs, swaying her hips slightly to find a comfortable position, her eyes instantly clouding over with mist.

In her mind, she'd already imagined a classic scene from "Angels' 3P!": Gojima Jun, wearing the decisive panties, sitting on the protagonist's lap, the swaying train adding extra thrill to the public setting.

Thinking of this, she stole a sideways glance at the two "pathetic losers."

And you two? You're just our audience.

Hehe~

Beside her, Lin Mu Xue and Xu Qing were utterly stunned, bewildered by her outrageous antics.

"Tang Song-ge, can you feed me?"

Tang Song swallowed hard. "What do you want?"

"Just strawberries."

Tang Song nodded, picked up a strawberry, and held it to Xiao Jing's lips.

Looking at the "god's hand" so close, Xiao Jing opened her rosy lips and slowly, deliberately bit into the strawberry, swallowing it whole with an expression of blissful indulgence, as if starring in a drama.

Xu Qing: w（w

Lin Mu Xue: （Φ Min Φ）

Watching the mesmerizing Xiao Jing, Tang Song's heartbeat quickened; his left hand slowly slid downward, gripping her slender waist tightly.

Xiao Jing let out a soft moan, her eyes filling with mist.

Soon, the strawberry was finished.

"Mmm, so sweet~" She licked her lips, her gaze hazy: "I want another—"

Tang Song withdrew his hand and resumed feeding.

Watching his sweet, quiet little girlfriend, Tang Song couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her cheek. "Xiao Jing, you really need to eat breakfast on time—it's bad for your health."

"Mm, I know. I won't do it again. If I do, punish me."

Hearing this, Tang Song's mood surged unexpectedly; he couldn't help but slap her firmly.

The sharp "slap" echoed through the silent private room.

Xiao Jing, Xu Qing, and Lin Mu Xue all flinched in unison.

Accompanied by a muffled "sugoi masae."

Both were jolted back to reality.

Watching the tender, intimate pair, Lin Mu Xue's eyes burned with jealousy.

Damn it!

She was directly competing against Jin Dongshi and Su Yu—and yet she was losing to Xiao Jing?!

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, kicked off her high heels, and muttered to herself: "I arrived early today and shopped for over an hour—my feet are killing me."

Then, slowly, deliberately, she rolled up her jeans, revealing a long, smooth, luminous leg.

The black fishnet stockings shimmered with delicate light under the lamps—seductive and alluring, yet still elegant.

Tang Song and the others' gazes instantly snapped to her.

Xiao Jing blinked, glancing sideways at Lin Mu Xue, instantly reading her hidden intentions.

She had to admit: the woman's figure was truly excellent, especially those legs—beautiful.

Under their stares, Lin Mu Xue lifted her legs, pressing her toes against Tang Song's body.

"Tang Song, can you rub my legs a little?"

Tang Song looked at Xiao Xue's fishnet stockings, exhaled, and reached out without hesitation.

What could he do? He had multiple girlfriends—he had to work hard.

After optimization by the 【God's Hand Cream】, his hands weren't just visually enhanced.

Their flexibility, coordination, and precision had reached an extraordinary level—not inferior to professional masseurs.

This had been deeply confirmed by Big Sister and the tall blonde.

Even before leaving, the blonde would tremble just seeing his hands approach.

When Tang Song's fingers touched Lin Mu Xue's calf, her body visibly shivered—but then she relaxed into an expression of pure pleasure.

She closed her eyes slightly, her voice as soft as feathers brushing her ear: "Mmm—here, a little higher."

Low moans filled the private room, thick with sensuality, making cheeks flush.

Hidden in the corner, Xu Qing stared at the suddenly seductive "Liu Liu Ruyan," then at Xiao Jing, eating strawberries in Tang Song's arms.

Her big, dark eyes widened in shock, her cheeks puffed up like steamed buns from anger.

I knew it! I knew it!

You're all shameless fox spirits!

It's just a date! Is this really necessary?!

Fishnet stockings, bandages, tattoo stickers!

Yan Yan, save me!

O（M Kou ≤）O

On the other side, where Tang Song couldn't see:

Their gazes met in midair, as if sparking invisible electricity.

Xiao Xue's eyes held a hint of provocation, her lips slightly upturned.

Xiao Jing smiled sweetly: "Sister Mu Xue, your legs are so beautiful—let me help Tang Song-ge."

Before the words were fully out, she reached out and began massaging the fishnet-clad calf.

Occasionally, she'd brush Tang Song's hand with her fingers—natural, intimate, teasing.

"Ssshh—" Xiao Xue sucked in a sharp breath, her legs twitching involuntarily.

She'd underestimated Xiao Jing's perversion.

She gritted her teeth and quickly adjusted her composure.

He picked up a glistening lychee from the table, peeled off its shell, revealing tender white flesh.

She leaned forward, her voice low and magnetic: "Tang Song, strawberries have low sugar content and can't quickly relieve hypoglycemia."

"Let me peel the lychee for Xiao Jing."

Saying this, she held the lychee to Xiao Jing's lips, her gaze thoughtful as she watched the other girl's face, waiting for her reaction.

"Thank you, Mu Xue sister," Xiao Jing obediently opened her mouth and savored it sweetly.

She occasionally wriggled her body, expression utterly delighted.

Tang Song watched the two girlfriends "getting along harmoniously," his breathing slightly rapid.

His hands moved busily.

Just as the atmosphere began to heat up, Lin Mu Xue suddenly adjusted Xiao Jing's collar.

Pretending curiosity, she asked: "Xiao Jing, is that a tattoo or a tattoo sticker? I see another one on your lower back."

"Of course it's a tattoo sticker," Xiao Jing replied crisply, her face still glowing with a sweet smile.

Lin Mu Xue wore a concerned expression: "You have classic pale skin—delicate, sensitive, thin. The chemicals in tattoo stickers might cause allergies and damage your skin. Besides, Tang Song doesn't like girls with tattoos. You should be more careful in the future."

Yet, her expression froze on her face.

Xiao Jing adjusted her round-framed glasses, a shy blush rising on her cheeks as she gently shifted her thigh: "I'm sorry, Tang Song brother. I heard online that this shows respect for a date. That's why I wore such an inappropriate outfit and stuck on these bad things."

"Mu Xue sister is right—I know I'm wrong. Please punish me, so I'll remember this lesson well."

//w//

Immediately, she leaned forward, placing both hands on Lin Mu Xue's thighs, her posture wildly bold.

Hearing this and seeing her actions, Mu Xue the Empress was instantly thrown into chaos, her mind a whirlwind.

Holy shit!

What. What. What is going on here?

Xu Qing: (°°)-

The taut light-blue jeans perfectly outlined Xiao Jing's alluring waist-to-hip curves.

From the vigorous dancing earlier, her shirt hem had long since slipped out of her waistband, swaying slightly with her movements.

The barely visible "decisive panties" reappeared in view—black, white, and red intertwined like a silent shockwave striking straight into Tang Song's eyes.

Dry mouth, accelerated heartbeat.

More crucially, Xiao Jing, with her round glasses, still wore an innocent, quiet expression—she looked exactly like the top-performing, reserved bookworm girl from school.

This intense contrast made it impossible to resist.

His true nature was actually quite "pure." If not for Xiao Xiao Yusan's coercion, he would never have acted like such a scumbag.

So facing three girlfriends at once, he appeared slightly awkward and uneasy.

Yet under Xiao Jing's repeated "provocations," his reason grew weaker, his mind flooded with yellow energy.

Tang Song's eyelid twitched; his hand rose, then fell.

"Tang Song brother! I'm sorry!"

"Next time before doing something like this, I'll ask you first."

"Private Ma Sai!"

"I was too impulsive this time—I swear I won't dare again."

Xiao Jing's hands rested on Xiao Xue's thighs, her tone extremely sincere, eyes glistening with tears.

Clearly, she had truly recognized her mistake.

Xiao Xue stared blankly at the scene, her worldview severely shaken.

Why did it feel like she had become part of Xiao Jing's play?

r(。A。)-

In the corner where Xu Qing sat, her face flushed red, trembling.

Xiao Jing's behavior had shattered her understanding.

It was even more extreme than the villain Bai Jing she'd created in her novels!

She was too conservative!

Her mind raced, involuntarily placing herself in the scene.

The more she thought, the more embarrassed she felt—and yet she couldn't stop fantasizing.

Mostly because she'd experienced something similar herself.

Tang Song's guidance and punishment of Xiao Jing didn't last long.

Accompanied by a "knock-knock-knock," the server pushed open the door and brought in dish after dish of exquisite food and drinks.

Satisfied, Xiao Jing returned to sit beside Tang Song, cheeks slightly flushed.

Her body emitted perfume, mingled with a faint trace of sweat from earlier exercise—exquisitely alluring.

She was soft, fragrant, and obedient.

On the other side, Xiao Xue maintained her elegant posture, serving Tang Song food and pouring drinks.

Sitting between them, feeling the different touches on either side, Tang Song felt utterly at ease.

They chatted and ate for a while.

Tang Song's gaze turned to Xu Qing, hunched in the corner, quietly eating grilled meat.

Puffed cheeks, looking thoroughly annoyed.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time—he'd actually missed her, especially since recovering many university memories in Modou.

Now seeing Xu Qing dressed as a youthful college student cosplayer, his heart stirred.

He slightly turned his body and waved toward Xu Qing in the corner: "Sister Qingqing, why are you sitting so far? Come here!"

"I—I—I—" Xu Qing's expression flustered, her large dark eyes darting around, "I want to sing!"

She grabbed the nearby microphone and rushed to the song selection machine, fingers flying over the controls.

Heaven help her—how had Xu Qing, the young lady, ever been reduced to this!

Bullied by the villains Liu Ru Yan and Bai Jing, powerless and unable to hold her head up!

When she got back, she'd definitely drag her best friend over to suppress them!

Though Li Li Xinyi Yan had many scheming thoughts and loved to bully her, she was still her old best friend.

Besides, both had model-level figures and beauty—she wasn't intimidated even facing both of them.

And though Xu Qing was the little Su Yu of the cosplay world, today she hadn't worn her skin—her combat power had shrunk severely.

Thinking of this,

Xu Qing pouted and shot a fierce glare at Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing.

Wait for my revenge!

Background music began playing; Xu Qing stood up.

Tang Song waved again: "Come here, Sister Qingqing! I just wanted to hear you sing—come sing over here."

Xu Qing shivered, blushing: "I—I want to eat and sing at the same time."

"No problem—I'll feed you."

"N—no, that's not good—"

At that moment, Supervisor Tian Jing playfully interrupted, eyes sparkling: "How about I sing for Tang Song brother?"

Hearing this, Xu Qing's blood boiled: "I picked this song—I'm singing it."

She gritted her teeth, took a step forward, braving the "battlefield," gripping the microphone tightly as if holding onto her last shred of dignity.

Suddenly, a warm sensation touched her waist.

"Ah!" Xu Qing gasped, plopping down onto Tang Song's lap; the microphone in her hand emitted a muffled "thud."

"What are you doing?" she asked weakly.

Tang Song kissed her cheek, patted her little bottom, and murmured lowly: "Sing, Sister Qingqing."

Xu Qing's face instantly flushed hot and red; she squirmed.

Glancing at the watchful Supervisor Tian Jing and Lin Mu Xue, she felt like a little white rabbit trapped in a wolf pack—she could only grit her teeth, raise the microphone, and aim it at the screen.

The music drifted.

Xu Qing fixed her gaze on the screen, the microphone to her lips.

The lyrics slowly appeared; her eyes twitched.

She'd just randomly picked the song—never imagined it would be so unlucky.

But now she had no choice but to sing.

A clear voice rang out.

"Night falls, cool and faint, blossoms fall, turning to frost—"

Xu Qing: A song called "Liang Liang" for myself.

In terms of singing ability, Xu Qing wasn't bad—solid KTV queen level, her voice bright and sweet with a touch of girlhood charm.

But today's situation was too unusual.

Sandwiched between the "decisive panties" and Kuri silk, facing the two women's watchful stares, she clearly couldn't relax.

"Fallen into the mortal world, sorrow weighs on me—"

Her voice began to drift off-key; the more she panicked, the worse she sang, even her voice trembling.

Just then,

Tang Song smiled, grasped her wrist, gently tugged, leaned forward, pressed against her shoulder, and sang into the microphone: "BGM: Physical trials are easy to overcome, but emotional ones are hard to pass—how much of the old hatred remains in this worn heart?"

Her voice flowed like a clear spring, pure in tone and steady in breath, brimming with infectious power.

She had earned two top-tier music skills and been blessed by 【Su Yu's Lyric Book】 and 【Magic Throat Lozenges】.

Tang Song's level was naturally high.

Without exaggeration, he rivaled a professional singer, his final notes carrying a faint, deep resonance that struck straight to the heart.

The private room fell silent instantly; all three girlfriends froze.

Xu Qing stared blankly at Tang Song, feeling his breath brush against her shoulder, her heartbeat accelerating like a foot on the gas pedal.

Lin Mu Xue widened her eyes, her face filled with surprise and wonder.

This was a Tang Song she had never seen before.

She never imagined he had this side—truly a hidden gem of a guy.

Among them, only Xiao Jing had ever heard Tang Song sing—that was during their first date, at a rooftop restaurant, where he played guitar and sang a duet with her.

Back then, Xiao Jing had half-jokingly suggested they form a "Sweet Sugar Band" and release an album to make money.

But back then, Tang Song had been nowhere near as dazzling as he was now.

In Xiao Jing's eyes, Tang Song holding the microphone looked like Ultraman who had just activated his transformation device.

Tang Song gently rubbed Xu Qing's twin pigtails, then handed the microphone to her lips.

Xu Qing snapped back to reality, took the mic, and began singing along to the melody.

Xiao Jing playfully winked, picked up the other microphone, leaned against Tang Song, and joined the duet.

The three harmonized perfectly; the song ended quickly.

Feeling her boyfriend's tenderness and care, Xu Qing gradually calmed down, becoming much more cheerful.

Xiao Jing pulled Xu Qing into another duet, occasionally passing the microphone to Tang Song for him to take over.

Laughter and merriment rippled through the speakers.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly turned romantic and warm.

Yet Lin Mu Xue in the corner grew restless.

There were only two microphones, and to be honest, though she looked like someone with outstanding talent, she was actually quite bad—she twisted her long legs, her inner urgency mounting like she needed to use the restroom.

She bit her lip, gazing at Tang Song's handsome profile, a surge of impulse rising within her.

Hmph! He's my boyfriend too! This is my date too—can't I be a little selfish?

She licked her lips, stood up abruptly, leaned over, wrapped her arms around Tang Song's neck, and kissed him fiercely.

Sweet singing echoed in their ears.

The atmosphere in the private room surged with heat.

Lin Mu Xue's kiss carried a dominant, claiming tone; she glanced at Xiao Jing and felt a strange, NTR-like thrill.

It was as if she had reclaimed her own "Emperor's Demeanor."

Tang Song's eyes narrowed slightly as he sucked on Xiao Xue's moist lips, his fingers sliding toward the tattoo sticker.

The singing in the private room gradually faded, then vanished entirely.

Xiao Jing's eyes widened, motionless, her body trembling slightly.

Xu Qing: (。_。) (Who am I? Where am I?)

After a long while.

Lin Mu Xue sat up contentedly, pressed her lips together, and gave Xiao Jing a smug smile.

Xiao Jing blinked, then whispered softly: "Big Brother Tang Song, there's one more thing I need to confess to you."

"What is it?" Tang Song raised an eyebrow, unsure what this gentle, quiet girlfriend was up to now.

Lin Mu Xue also looked over curiously.

Xiao Jing blushed, bit her lip, and murmured: "Earlier, I met Xiao Xue at a bar. I didn't know she was your girlfriend—she—she was extremely flirtatious with me on WeChat."

She stole a glance at Lin Mu Xue. "At the time, I thought she was a lesbian, so our conversations got pretty inappropriate. In short—we both did something wrong to you. Punish us!"

Xu Qing: **o Kou o** (pupils dilated, stunned into blankness)

"Boom—"

A green lightning bolt descended from nowhere, striking directly atop Mu Xue the Emperor's head.