The Legendary Supernatural Student

Xiang Ri awoke not because morning had arrived, nor because he had slept enough. 

He was roused by a pressing weight. His left arm had long since gone numb and faintly ached, signaling that something heavy had been resting upon it for quite some time. As he prepared to remove the burden, his raised hand hesitated mid-motion. The events of the previous night were still vividly clear in his mind. If nothing unexpected had occurred, the weight pressing against him was none other than his "brother"—a certain secretary endowed with a remarkable 36F bust. The soft sensation against his chest only confirmed his suspicion. 

At this realization, Xiang Ri dared not move a muscle. This was a rare and golden opportunity, and he had no intention of squandering it by waking the object of his advantage through any rash actions. 

Xiang Ri gently turned his head. His gaze had initially been fixed on the window, but to observe the reactions of a certain female secretary, he needed to adjust his position. Fearing he might accidentally wake her, he kept his eyes closed during the motion, ready to feign unconscious, dream-induced movements if discovered. 

Once he had shifted into place and opened his eyes, he was startled, nearly jerking backward in surprise. Fortunately, he restrained himself. The secretary's face was mere centimeters from his own, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath. It carried a distinctly feminine fragrance, neither artificial nor overpowering, akin to the delicate scent of orchids mingled with musk. 

At this moment, however, the esteemed Secretary Fang remained deep in slumber, her eyes tightly shut, entirely unaware of the man beside her harboring less-than-honorable intentions. 

In sleep, her features appeared far softer than usual, imbued with an innocence and charm rarely seen during her waking hours. Her long lashes, accentuated by her closed eyes, occasionally fluttered as though reacting to a dream, while her nose delicately flared with each breath. Her small, crimson lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of pearly teeth reminiscent of tiny shells. 

Xiang Ri's heart raced at the sight, an intense urge rising within him to pounce and indulge in her allure. Yet he held himself back, his gaze slowly drifting downward. 

One must admit, the secretary in question truly had no semblance of decorum in her sleep. She had kicked off most of the quilt and, with utter disregard, sprawled nearly half her body onto the man beside her. Most notably, the two "colossal wonders" on her chest pressed so provocatively against Xiang Ri that he felt as though he might burst with bloodlust. 

Clad in a loosely fastened robe secured by a single sash, and given her unseemly sleeping posture, the marvels beneath were easily visible through the gaping folds of the fabric. A vast expanse of snow-white skin greeted his eyes, but even more enthralling was the unfiltered sight of those soft mounds in exquisite detail. Xiang Ri, at this moment, felt a twinge of gratitude toward a certain meddlesome female bodyguard. Had it not been for her so-called "cleverness," he would never have had the chance to witness such a breathtaking view. 

The secretary, after all, wore nothing other than the "special" lingerie purchased that very afternoon—this particular piece being entirely transparent. And as if that weren't enough, her ample chest strained the delicate garment to its limits, threatening to burst free at any moment. 

To put it plainly, the lingerie might as well not have existed. Yet its presence magnified the allure exponentially. The two rosy peaks nestled in the center, encased in a gossamer-thin, net-like fabric, exuded an irresistible temptation—not merely doubling but multiplying geometrically in their power to captivate. 

Xiang Ri's hands itched with longing. He yearned to reach out, to touch, yet hesitated for fear of waking the sleeping beauty beside him. However, to let this rare opportunity slip away without action felt like a grave injustice. Just as he steeled his resolve, a new wave of doubt surfaced, as though two voices within his mind began to argue incessantly. 

"Beast! I can't stoop to such depravity!" 

"But if I don't act, wouldn't that make me even less than a beast?" 

"This is a brother we're talking about—how could I do such a thing?" 

"A brother? So what? As the saying goes, 'Why let fertile water flow to others' fields?' A little touch here and there won't hurt." 

"..." 

To hell with it! Xiang Ri steeled his nerves and finally made up his mind. He would seize the opportunity for a few touches, but he vowed to exercise the utmost caution, ensuring he wouldn't wake the slumbering secretary. To avoid any mishaps, he softly called out, "Yingying." 

After waiting for a moment and confirming that she neither responded nor showed any change in her calm, steady breathing, he mustered the courage to make his move. 

Of course, the action he took could hardly be described as a touch—it was more akin to a cushion. Since the secretary's soft mounds were already pressed against his chest, all he did was slide his hand underneath, creating a barrier between them. The so-called "barrier," however, was none other than Xiang Ri's own lustful claw. 

The instant he made contact, Xiang Ri was overwhelmed by an indescribable euphoria. He could find no better words to encapsulate the sensation than "soft" and "springy." Soft, as though his hand was sinking into a cloud of cotton; springy, to the point he almost believed he had transcended into another realm. Fearing he might rouse the secretary, he refrained from kneading or pressing further. Yet even this fleeting touch left him utterly euphoric, losing all sense of direction. 

His gaze shifted back to the secretary's face, and he couldn't help but swallow hard once more. Merely satisfying his hands was no longer enough—he now yearned to taste the sweetness of her delicate lips. 

Since his actions thus far hadn't disturbed her, Xiang Ri's courage swelled. Fixating on her exquisite face, so close that her fragrant breath caressed his skin, he slowly leaned in, inching his lips toward hers. 

But just as their lips were about to meet, something completely unexpected occurred. Without warning, the secretary's eyes snapped open. 

Xiang Ri froze, his body stiffening instantly. His movement ground to a halt, leaving him suspended in the pose of leaning in for a kiss, unable to retreat or advance. 

"Ah—!" Fang Yingying let out a sharp scream. The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of an enormous male face looming inches away. Without hesitation, she shoved him away. However, as she pushed, a peculiar sensation registered—a fleeting touch against her chest. Glancing down in alarm, she caught sight of the man's hand withdrawing swiftly. 

"Xiang Kui, I'll kill you!" she shrieked, momentarily oblivious to her disheveled state as she lunged at him, intent on delivering a beating. 

"Yingying, let me explain!" Xiang Ri pleaded as he dodged her blows, frantically evading while begging for mercy. 

"No explanations! I don't want to hear them, you scoundrel! Not only did you grope me while I was asleep, but you even tried to kiss me! You're dead!" 

"Knock, knock, knock..." Just as the two wrestled in a chaotic tangle, a firm knock at the door interrupted them. 

"Who is it?" Fang Yingying snapped, her tone brimming with fury and devoid of politeness. 

"Miss Fang, Mr. Xiang, Her Majesty requests your presence at breakfast," a polite voice replied from outside, unfazed by her sharp demeanor. 

"Oh, understood. We'll be there shortly." Taking advantage of the moment Fang Yingying turned her head, Xiang Ri darted away from her grasp, slipping into the bathroom with the agility of a startled cat. 

Behind him, Fang Yingying shouted angrily, "Xiang Kui, I won't let you off the hook!" 

— 

At breakfast, Xiang Ri deliberately avoided Fang Yingying's deathly glares, keeping his head low as he ate food he didn't particularly enjoy. 

Yet, whether due to his imagination or not, Xiang Ri faintly sensed that the golden-haired Empress's gaze upon him carried a peculiar undertone. Her expression seemed markedly better than the previous day; though traces of fatigue lingered, her brows had relaxed as if a long-standing burden had finally been lifted from her heart. 

"Mr. Xiang, you stepped out last night, didn't you?" the Empress asked pointedly, her gaze laced with an enigmatic meaning. 

"Yes." Xiang Ri knew there was no use denying it. The events of the previous night had unfolded with the assistance of the female bodyguard, who had likely reported everything to her mistress. 

Given that the instant he arrived, the villa's master had encountered trouble, it wouldn't take a genius for the Empress to piece things together. If she couldn't deduce what had transpired, Xiang Ri would not only question her intellect but also the competence of those under her rule. 

"Thank you!" The Empress expressed her heartfelt gratitude, though it was not as though she lacked familial affection or humanity. In truth, she had been troubled for days over a certain individual. The documents she had been reviewing yesterday, sent from her homeland, were all indictments against Prince Salkos, denouncing his rampant misdeeds that had incited widespread outrage. 

Moreover, the Empress had received a special report, which highlighted the notorious "Butcher" moniker associated with the prince. This prompted her to make a resolute decision, albeit with no small measure of hesitation. After all, blood ties bound them, yet for the sake of her brother's future, she had steeled herself to act. 

However, before she could take any measures, early that morning, while still in the depths of slumber, she had been abruptly awakened. Her female bodyguard handed her a newspaper, followed by a detailed account of a certain man's peculiar "settling of accounts" the previous night. 

With her sharp intellect, the Empress immediately grasped the crux of the matter. While privately astonished at the man's audacity and skill, she also felt an immense sense of relief. 

"To be honest, I acted out of consideration for my own safety," Xiang Ri remarked, his expression calm and composed. 

Fang Yingying, meanwhile, was utterly perplexed. She felt once again relegated to the role of an observer, and this left her deeply frustrated. 

Yet from the exchange between the two, she gleaned fragments of understanding. Though she couldn't piece together the entire picture, it became clear that Xiang Ri hadn't ventured out the previous night to visit some seedy red-light district. Instead, he had likely assisted the golden-haired Empress in some significant way. Why else would the Empress express such gratitude toward him? 

The more Fang Yingying dwelled on it, the angrier she became. The thought of that scoundrel fabricating some pathetic excuse just to ditch her and help someone else incensed her. Adding to her fury was the memory of him trying to take advantage of her while she slept. A tempest of old and new grievances welled up within her, and without thinking, she delivered a swift, vengeful kick beneath the table. 

Sensing the blazing fury in the secretary's eyes, Xiang Ri deftly shifted his foot away, his composure unshaken. Turning suddenly to the golden-haired Empress seated at the head of the table, he said, "Miss Truu, there's something I'd like to inform you... Uh... This afternoon, I'll be returning home."