Chapter 128: Pants Torn (Repaying monthly ticket debt 6)

Zhang Yu looked at Yue Mulan in the training room and said helplessly, "Dressed like that, how are you going to fight?"

At that moment, Yue Mulan was bundled up in several layers of clothing, even wearing thick gloves on her hands and a face mask, looking bloated.

Zhang Yu cursed under his breath, thinking she was sick—her cleanliness obsession was way too severe.

So he said, "I disinfected when I entered the school. You don't have to go this far, do you?"

Yue Mulan waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter. Let's begin."

After two months of training, Yue Mulan considered that her tolerance toward Zhang Yu had improved considerably.

But now that it was time for another sparring session after two months, she still decided to take things step by step—like wearing extra layers of clothing at the start.

Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly, but since she was a client paying twelve thousand per hour, he had to accept whatever strange demands she had.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Sigh, it must be nice being rich—able to hire a genius high schooler like me as a sparring partner."

Yue Mulan said, "Let's start with a normal fight. Try as best you can to get me into ground fighting."

A moment later, the two stood facing each other. As Yue Mulan took a deep breath and gestured for him to come, Zhang Yu charged forward fiercely.

With a series of booming explosions, Yue Mulan's sword qi and Zhang Yu's protective qi clashed violently.

Yue Mulan felt waves of terrifying force mixed with vast spiritual power smashing toward her.

Since she was already weaker than Zhang Yu in strength, her body, wrapped in multiple layers of clothing, was even slower by a beat. Zhang Yu beat her back step by step, and in an instant, he was within a meter of her.

Then, with a dizzying spin, Yue Mulan only heard a loud bang as she was thrown to the ground.

Immediately after, she saw a pair of large hands reaching for her.

Seeing those large hands belonging to Zhang Yu approaching, a flicker of instinctive disgust crossed Yue Mulan's face, and in her heart seemed to let out a sound of 'Ugh~'.

So she quickly raised her hands to resist.

Over the past two months, although Yue Mulan had learned some techniques for close combat, grappling, and wrestling, she was still utterly helpless against Zhang Yu.

Seeing him lock her hands and about to wrap his legs around hers, Yue Mulan frowned and said, "Stop! Stop! Stop right now!"

Zhang Yu stopped helplessly and asked, "What now?"

Yue Mulan quickly stood up and muttered to herself, "Sure enough... though I can bear it a bit, it's still really disgusting... a poor person's body."

But Yue Mulan knew she had sought out Zhang Yu to overcome her mental weakness and be able to switch her cultivation method more flexibly.

Yet just thinking about his poor hands groping around during combat gave her an unbearable feeling of nausea.

Especially after seeing Zhang Yu's Moments every day, she clearly remembered those hands touching all kinds of caked-up bottles and jars, touching river water, touching street stalls, touching Bai Zhenzhen...

"A poor person's hands reaching over to grope randomly... this is way more unpleasant than just hand-holding like last time."

"Sure enough... I need to take it step by step."

So she thought for a moment and said, "Next, you focus entirely on defense. I'll try to control you in ground fighting. You can't actively reach out and attack me."

Zhang Yu casually nodded, thinking the price was the same no matter how they trained.

The next moment, the two fell to the ground again, but this time Yue Mulan attacked Zhang Yu.

She reached out and hugged him from behind, locking her arms around his neck.

Her legs kept trying to clamp around his thighs and lower abdomen.

But under this onslaught, she felt as if she were trying to control a giant dragon—terrifying power tangled and surged between them, constantly resisting her control.

Compared to two months ago, both of their strength was now on a completely different level.

As their power reverberated between them, even though the quality of Yue Mulan's clothes was decent, a ripping sound could be heard.

Several layers of her pants tore apart during the struggle, revealing a pair of fair and powerful long legs.

Zhang Yu's pants weren't in much better shape—they were also shredded.

As the two tangled, Zhang Yu felt Yue Mulan's thigh pressing tightly against his own, rubbing against it. This cold skin-to-skin contact felt very subtle, distracting him for a moment.

After all, this was very different from his earlier touchy-feely sessions with a client (Song Hailong).

Likewise, Yue Mulan, who also felt her thigh pressing against Zhang Yu's, had disgust practically taking physical form on her face, and her legs subconsciously shifted away.

But this move immediately showed signs of Zhang Yu breaking free, so Le Mulan quickly reminded herself: "Endure! You must endure! Overcome your psychological weakness!"

Fortunately, Zhang Yu was also somewhat distracted, and not only did he fail to break free, but Le Mulan even found an opportunity.

Then, Le Mulan hooked her arms around Zhang Yu's neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her long, powerful thigh muscles tensed, and like two giant pythons, they tore a large chunk of Zhang Yu's shirt to shreds with a ripping sound. Feeling her thighs pressed tightly against Zhang Yu's waist and abdomen, Le Mulan felt as if she were clamping down on a bag of trash with her legs.

But despite the disgust in her eyes, she still persevered and endured.

However, in the next moment, as Zhang Yu used one hand to block Le Mulan's arms from locking his neck, his other hand reached for her thigh, trying to pry her legs apart.

With a *smack*, his hand landed on Le Mulan's thigh.

Le Mulan's physical body was extremely powerful—once she exerted force, her skin and muscles were far harder than ordinary brick or stone.

But at this moment, under the immense strength in Zhang Yu's hand, Le Mulan's thigh suddenly felt full of flesh, slightly sinking under his grip.

And it was precisely this squeeze from Zhang Yu that made Le Mulan's body suddenly tense up, as if every part of her was about to go rigid.

"His hand..."

In that instant, images flashed through Le Mulan's mind like a revolving lantern, scenes she had seen from friends' posts.

These same hands had touched the bus, sat on the subway, grabbed synthetic food, used the restrooms at Songyang High School—full of the poor person's genes, and they had touched Bai Zhenzhen, another poor person, who knew how many times...

And now they were gripping her thigh?

One by one, these thoughts came rushing—

The nightmare from two months ago on the arena seemed to surge back into Le Mulan's mind, violently conflicting with the mental technique in her head.

Le Mulan gritted her teeth hard, feeling the increasingly painful grip on her thigh, struggling to keep the tears from falling from her eyes.

As for Zhang Yu... while constantly defending against Le Mulan's attacks, he noticed the fragrance around him growing stronger and stronger.

"What's that smell?"

Until Zhang Yu was once again choked by Le Mulan's arms, and the sweat on her arm gradually smeared across his face—then he understood.

"Damn it! Le Mulan's sweat smells sweet?"

"No... that's not right, this sweat seems to..."

As the two fought fiercely, Zhang Yu's body temperature rose rapidly, making Le Mulan feel like she was clamping a hot poker between her legs. Her thighs, chest, and abdomen grew hotter and hotter.

Though Le Mulan's body remained cool, Zhang Yu felt her hands continuously secreting sweat, wetting his entire face.

"This isn't sweat at all—it smells like medicine... This is that Purple Cloud potion, isn't it?!"

"Is it because of that super-metabolic surgery? It directly excretes the drug residue from her body as sweat?"

Smelling the medicinal scent continuously emanating from her body, Zhang Yu felt his own blood and qi surging more intensely, and his brain nerves began to grow excited.

"No way, who knows what kind of strong medicine Le Mulan, this medicine pot, has taken into her body? I can't let myself be affected..."

Zhang Yu knew that if a drug-faction expert were here, they might even lick it to taste the composition of the medicine.

As a supporter of natural body refinement, Zhang Yu naturally wouldn't take random drugs. He quickly shut his mouth, held his breath, and tried his best not to be influenced by Le Mulan's sweat.

As sweat appeared all over Le Mulan's body, especially when her thighs grew increasingly sweaty, a greasy sensation gradually spread, making Zhang Yu's hand feel slippery...

The next moment, having finally secured control over Zhang Yu, Le Mulan rejoiced inwardly: "I've got him locked down!"

But in the instant after her success, she released Zhang Yu like lightning, *whoosh*... rolling backward over ten meters.

Zhang Yu lay on the ground, face flushed red, with a large, vaguely human-shaped puddle of sweat on the ground still steaming.

Le Mulan asked: "Why did you suddenly lose your strength at the end? You weren't holding back, were you?"

Zhang Yu glared at Le Mulan and said, "You sweat way too much. Your legs and hands were all slippery and greasy, and they stank. It made me hold my breath the whole time."

With that, Zhang Yu's gaze swept over Le Mulan's body. He noticed that although her top was somewhat torn, it wasn't badly damaged and still covered most of her body.

As for her long, straight legs, the pants were nearly shredded from the fight, and a large, bruised handprint could be seen on her right thigh.

Seeing this handprint, Zhang Yu asked with some embarrassment: "Are your legs okay?"

Le Mulan was still pondering what Zhang Yu had just said. Upon hearing this, she glanced at the bruise on her leg and said indifferently: "Just a minor injury. I have built-in healing medicine in my body; it'll heal itself in a while."

"Why did you say you had to hold your breath?" Le Mulan asked in confusion: "The super-metabolic surgery gives me an exceptionally strong ability to absorb and break down medicine."

"As for me, I use only the highest-grade medicinal liquids. After I absorb them, what seeps out from my skin... to me it's just dregs, but to ordinary students it's completely fit for normal consumption—non-toxic and with no side effects."

"You could even drink it directly, so don't worry about holding your breath or anything."

"But..." Le Mulan frowned and said, "You're not allowed to touch me with your tongue."

Zhang Yu was furious inside: You fucking... I'm doing natural body refinement! Who gives a damn about your dregs!