Back in the familiar comfort of his private chamber within the Spirit Hall, the first thing on Song Qing's mind was to report his safe return to his teacher.
'I should let Teacher know I'm back,' he thought, a sense of responsibility settling over him. He didn't want her worrying unnecessarily.
He then focused his mental consciousness on the Dark Soul Emperor's Crown. 'A'Rou, we're back. Please keep your consciousness within the crown for now. I'm going to see Teacher.'
'Alright, Qing,' A'Rou mentally replied, her voice calm and obedient. 'I will remain here until you call for me.'
With that, Song Qing made his way directly to Bibi Dong's private room. He knew it was late, but he was fairly certain that she would still be awake in her chambers.
'Hopefully, she's not too upset that I was gone for so long,' he thought, a slight pang of guilt hitting him.
His guess turned out to be accurate. As he approached her room, he could see a faint light emanating from beneath the door. He knocked gently.
"Come in," Bibi Dong's soft voice replied from within.
Song Qing opened the door and stepped inside. Bibi Dong was indeed seated on her large, comfortable bed, propped up against several pillows. She seemed to be engrossed in a book, but her eyes lit up with genuine delight when she saw him.
"Qing'er! You're back!" she exclaimed, a warm smile gracing her beautiful features. She set the book aside on the bedside table. "How did your trip to the Great Star Dou Forest go?" Her tone was filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity.
"It went well, Teacher," Song Qing replied, offering her a respectful bow. "In fact, I even managed to attach the Sixth Soul Ring to my… strange plant spirit." He kept the details vague, knowing she wasn't particularly interested in the specifics of his spirits.
Bibi Dong nodded, her gaze more focused on him than on his accomplishments. She quickly scanned him from head to toe, her pink eyes sharp and assessing. "Are you injured, Qing'er? Did you encounter any trouble?" Fortunately, he appeared to be completely unharmed.
"I'm perfectly fine, Teacher," Song Qing reassured her with a smile. "The trip was… eventful, but I managed everything without any injuries."
He was feeling rather tired after the long week and was looking forward to returning to his own chamber to finally get some much-needed rest in his comfortable bed.
"Well, if that's all…" Song Qing began, turning slightly towards the door, indicating his intention to leave.
"Hold on, Qing'er," Bibi Dong called out, her voice taking on a slightly playful tone. "Where do you think you're going?"
Song Qing stopped in his tracks and turned back to face her, a puzzled expression on his face. "I was just going back to my room to rest, Teacher."
Bibi Dong's smile widened, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh? And have you forgotten something, my dear disciple? It should now be time for you to fulfill your promise to me. You said you would do anything I asked, remember?"
Song Qing's eyes widened slightly as he recalled his hasty promise. He nodded slowly. "Ah, yes, Teacher. I remember. What is it that you wish for me to do?" He braced himself, expecting a request for some difficult task or a mission for the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong maintained her calm and composed expression, but there was a subtle glint of anticipation in her eyes. "My wish, Qing'er," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper, "is to let me hug you… to sleep."
The moment those words left her lips, a wave of heat rushed to Song Qing's face. He blushed furiously, his cheeks burning. 'Hug her to sleep? That's what she wants?' He had been expecting something completely different, something related to his duties or his powers. This request… it was entirely unexpected.
"Teacher," Song Qing stammered, his mind racing. "I… I don't know if that's such a good idea…" He tried to politely decline, feeling a sense of awkwardness and a strange stirring of emotions he couldn't quite decipher.
Bibi Dong simply tilted her head, her expression innocent. "Why ever not, Qing'er? It's not as if this is the first time you're going to sleep with me. You used to sleep in my bed all the time when you were just a little boy."
Song Qing's blush deepened even further. "That's because I was young then, Teacher," he mumbled, feeling increasingly flustered. "I've… I've grown up now. Things are different."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes playfully. "You're still young in my eyes, Qing'er. Or are you going to go back on your promise?" Her tone was light, but there was an underlying hint of expectation.
Song Qing paused, considering his options. He had made a promise, a very broad one. And Bibi Dong was his teacher, someone he respected and cared for deeply. He let out a small sigh and nodded slowly. "Alright, Teacher."
Bibi Dong's smile returned, wider and more genuine this time. She gestured towards the empty space beside her on the large bed. "Come then, Qing'er. Lie down next to me."
Song Qing took another deep breath and moved towards the bed. His heart was beating a little faster than usual. He carefully lay down on the soft mattress next to his stunningly beautiful teacher, a small space separating them initially.
As soon as he settled in, a wave of unexpected comfort washed over him. It was a familiar warmth, a sense of security that had been absent during his time in the wild. Within the next hour, the exhaustion from his journey finally caught up with him, and he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
It was after this hour that Bibi Dong, who had remained awake, her gaze fixed on the peaceful sleeping face of her dear disciple, gently stirred.
A soft smile played on her lips as she reached out and carefully pulled Song Qing closer to her body. She nestled him against her side as if she wanted to envelop him in a comforting embrace while he slept.
Her beautiful, voluptuous body was now pressed intimately against Song Qing's. She could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest against her own, the gentle warmth radiating from his young form.
Her ample breasts were pressed against his chest, a sensation that sent a subtle thrill through her. Her face was just inches away from his handsome features, allowing her to admire his youthful complexion and the peaceful expression that had settled upon his face.
A mischievous thought flickered through her mind. Slowly, almost tentatively, she reached down and gently took one of Song Qing's hands, which lay innocently by his side. With a delicate touch, she guided his hand to her waist, letting it rest there for a moment. 'So innocent,' she thought, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Then, with a slightly bolder move, she subtly slipped his hand beneath the silken fabric of her nightgown, allowing his fingers to rest against the smooth, warm skin of her side. 'Such a comfortable feeling…' she mused, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.
She then slowly brought his hand upwards, her movements deliberate and almost hesitant. She guided his hand further up her torso until she felt his palm rest against the soft swell of her breast. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his hand made contact.
'Oh, Qing'er…' she thought, her heart beginning to beat a little faster. She gently pressed his hand closer, encouraging him to caress her. She felt a wave of exhilaration wash over her as his fingers subtly moved against her soft flesh. She stifled a soft moan, a feeling of pleasure she hadn't expected from her sleeping disciple's touch.
But Bibi Dong didn't stop there. A sense of daring, a curiosity she couldn't quite suppress, began to take over.
She carefully moved his other hand, guiding it lower, letting it rest on the curve of her hip before allowing it to slide further down, until it rested gently on her buttocks. She could feel the warmth of his hand through the thin fabric of her gown.
'His hands… they feel so… right,' she thought, a strange sense of longing filling her.
She then moved his hand again, this time guiding it to the upper part of her thigh, feeling the soft muscles beneath his touch. A shiver ran down her spine.
'It feels… incredibly pleasurable,' she thought, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
'Oh, Qing'er,' she thought, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. 'How nice… how incredibly exciting would it be if you were doing this to me while you were awake?'
The thought sent a thrill of both excitement and nervousness through her.
'But… no,' she quickly thought, a sense of caution returning. 'I mustn't test that. Not yet. He is still so young… and I… I don't want to scare him.'
She continued to lie there, holding her sleeping disciple close, his hands resting on various parts of her body, experiencing a strange mix of comfort, longing, and a forbidden sense of pleasure, all the while keeping a watchful eye on his peaceful slumber.
The night was long, and Bibi Dong's thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires.
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The next morning, the soft rays of the rising sun peeked through the gaps in the curtains, gently coaxing Song Qing awake. As his consciousness returned, he was immediately aware of a comforting warmth enveloping his body. He blinked his eyes open, his vision still slightly blurry.
As his surroundings came into focus, he was surprised to find himself nestled against his teacher. Bibi Dong was indeed hugging him, her arms wrapped gently around his torso. 'She did say she would hug me to sleep,' he recalled, a faint blush already starting to creep up his neck. He hadn't slept this soundly in days.
However, as he shifted slightly, he became aware of a rather strange yet undeniably pleasant sensation in his hands. Instinctively, he subtly pressed his right hand a couple of times. The feeling was soft, yielding, and… incredibly pleasant. Curiosity piqued, he cautiously lowered his gaze to see where his hands were resting.
His eyes widened in utter shock, his heart leaping into his throat. His right hand was indeed within the confines of his teacher's loose-fitting nightgown, and it was unmistakably cupping one of her large, soft breasts. His fingers were gently nestled against her warm skin. And that wasn't all. His left hand, he noticed with a jolt, was resting on the curve of her shapely buttocks, his fingers slightly… fondling.
'What?!' His mind screamed in disbelief. 'How did my hands get there?!' A wave of panic washed over him, quickly followed by a surge of guilt and shame. 'I… I didn't… did I do this while I was sleeping?' He was entirely shocked and, frankly, a little scared by the realization. 'I didn't think I was capable of such a… despicable act towards my teacher, even in my sleep!'
He immediately and gently released her soft breast, his hand retreating from beneath her gown as if it had been burned. He slowly and carefully pulled his other hand away from her buttocks, making sure his movements were as subtle as possible so as not to awaken her.
Little did Song Qing know that Bibi Dong had been awake for a long time, having barely slept a wink throughout the night. She had been fully conscious as she had guided his hands to those intimate parts of her body, experiencing wave after wave of intense pleasure with each innocent touch. Now, she was fully aware that Song Qing had woken up and was observing his utterly flustered reaction to the positions of his hands.
'Oh, Qing'er,' she thought, a soft smile playing on her lips behind her closed eyelids. 'You are so innocent… so adorably pure.' She had secretly hoped that her dear disciple might have taken a little more… advantage of her seemingly unconscious state, perhaps indulging in a few more liberties with her body. But she had also known, deep down, that he wouldn't. He was just too good, too respectful.
And for some reason, his innocence, his almost childlike reaction to the situation, only served to intensify the complex and ever-growing feelings she harbored for him.
Deciding to prolong the moment and enjoy his obvious discomfort a little longer, Bibi Dong pretended to still be fast asleep. With a soft sigh, she gently shifted her position, snuggling closer to Song Qing and deliberately pulling him even closer to her body. She then maneuvered her head slightly, pressing his face directly against the soft, yielding expanse of her cleavage.
Song Qing froze, every muscle in his body tensing. His face was now buried in the soft valley between her ample breasts, the warmth and the delicate scent of her skin filling his nostrils.
'What is happening?!' His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and a strange, unfamiliar sensation that was both embarrassing and… strangely pleasant. He didn't dare to move, afraid of what might happen if he accidentally woke her up or made the situation even more awkward than it already was.
His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum, and his face felt like it was on fire. He had absolutely no idea what to do. He was trapped, quite literally, between a rock and a very soft place.
A few hours later, Bibi Dong stirred, letting out a soft, theatrical yawn. She opened her eyes, feigning a look of surprise as she seemingly noticed their close proximity.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with mock astonishment, though a playful glint danced in her pink eyes. She gently disentangled herself from Song Qing, moving away from him on the bed.
'He's still pretending to be asleep,' she thought, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 'My dear Qing'er, you are so transparent.' She knew perfectly well that he had been awake for a while now, his body as stiff as a board. But she decided to play along. She had enjoyed their little morning interlude and had indulged in many exciting thoughts that would keep her entertained for the rest of the day.
She gazed at his still form, her expression softening with a complicated mix of emotions. 'I know what I'm doing is wrong,' she mused internally, a shadow briefly crossing her beautiful face. 'It's… it's probably not much different from what my own wretched master, Qian Xunji, did to me… raping me and directly impregnating me with that… that child.'
A wave of bitterness washed over her at the memory, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Song Qing's peaceful face. 'But despite knowing all of that… I truly can't hold back every time I see this disciple of mine. He's becoming more handsome with each passing day, and… and so many thoughts keep appearing in my mind.'
'But I won't go all the way… not unless he truly wants it,' she decided, a flicker of resolve in her eyes. 'For now… I will just tease him a little. Let him… play with my beautiful body. I hope… I truly hope that as he grows older, he will come to desire me, to want to do… bad things to me. That… that would make me truly happy.'
She sighed softly. 'But still… now is not the time to dwell on such things.' She needed to focus on her duties, on her plans for the future of the Spirit Hall.
About an hour later, after Bibi Dong had risen and gone to take a bath, Song Qing finally felt it was safe to open his eyes. He let out a long, shaky breath, relief washing over him.
'Thank goodness,' he whispered to himself, carefully getting out of bed. 'Teacher didn't seem to notice anything. Especially… especially what happened last night while I was asleep.' He shuddered at the thought of what her reaction might have been if she had realized the positions of his hands. 'She probably would have beaten me to within an inch of my life.'
He quickly straightened his clothes and made his way out of Bibi Dong's room, a sense of lingering awkwardness still clinging to him. He needed to clear his head and focus on something else.
With a determined stride, Song Qing headed towards his private Herbal Garden. The familiar scent of the various herbs and plants filled his lungs, instantly calming his frayed nerves.
'Yes,' he thought, his gaze sweeping over his collection of precious flora. 'I need to focus on something productive. Growing these Immortal Herbs… that's what's important right now.' He surveyed the garden, already making plans to plant more of the rare and potent herbs he had acquired during his recent trip.