Su Xu kissed Bibi Dong forcefully, sucking her pink and moist little tongue into his mouth, tasting it carefully for a while before stopping.
Then, he picked up Bibi Dong’s delicate body, moved his hands quite presumptuously to feel her incredibly soft frame, and then bit by bit positioned her so that she was lying prone on the Popes Throne.
As for Su Xu himself, he stood behind Bibi Dong and released his other Spirit: the long spear.
The spear was already waiting to be fed…
urgently needing to break through layers of obstacles to enter a certain place of Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, to wreak havoc and spit out the white Heir Soup.
“Phew~” Su Xu let out a breath, starting from behind, removing Bibi Dong’s noble Supreme Pontiff robe bit by bit.
Suddenly, Bibi Dong’s exquisite back appeared before his eyes.
Her skin was white, tender, and delicate; touching it felt like touching peerless jade, making one reluctant to let go.
Most eye-catching of all were Bibi Dong’s peach-like beautiful buttocks, which truly made one unable to resist drawing a spear and whipping them.
“It’s really too beautiful~”
“As expected of the incomparably noble Supreme Pontiff!”
Su Xu marveled, unable to help himself from thoroughly experiencing this exquisite place.
The feeling…
was beyond words.
As his hand moved slightly lower, it easily reached inside Bibi Dong’s private parts.
A warm…
moist sensation traveled from his hand.
Unable to restrain himself, Su Xu let his hand dance inside Bibi Dong’s private parts.
Bibi Dong’s private parts ‘cried’ until they were ‘teary’…
Hearing the sound of Bibi Dong’s private parts ‘weeping,’ Su Xu could no longer hold back.
He immediately activated his Spirit spear and thrust it toward Bibi Dong’s private parts…
Pu-chi~~ The spear broke through layers of obstacles…
“Hiss~”
Why was it so tight and cramped?
Su Xu shouted in his heart, almost unable to stop himself from surrendering his weapon.
He hurriedly held back, only then beginning to drive the spear forward bit by bit.
He felt the wonderful sensation of Bibi Dong’s private parts enveloping his Spirit spear.
At the same time, his hands were not idle either, carefully savoring the tender taste of Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong’s large white breasts.
Within the Domain of the Time Stop, as time slowly passed, the sound of Su Xu’s spear strikes echoed continuously.
After a long while, Su Xu’s figure paused slightly.
Countless Heir Soup erupted, entering Bibi Dong’s mouth.
After a good while, Su Xu finally pulled himself slightly out of that selfless state.
Time was silently slipping away.
The “cleanup” and evacuation time he had reserved for himself was running out; he had to race against every second.
Su Xu took a deep breath.
Finally, he took a deep look at the figure on the throne who, even in absolute stillness, radiated an amazing beauty and a fragile aura, as well as the undeniable, strange flush on her face that had emerged due to external forces.
“Truly…
hard to leave.” Su Chen whispered to himself, his voice dissipating in the frozen air.
This was only the first time; with this invincible Time Stop Ability, there would naturally be more opportunities for “exchange” in the future.
No longer hesitating, he moved quickly.
With movements as gentle yet efficient as possible, he reorganized and fastened the luxurious robes he had just undone, smoothing out every wrinkle, striving to restore them to their original state.
During his movements, his fingertips inevitably touched that warm skin, which was like the finest mutton-fat jade.
But he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and focused on the task at hand.
Finally, Bibi Dong’s appearance and attire were mostly restored to their former dignity and neatness, except for certain subtle traces that were difficult to completely eliminate.
For instance, her slightly red and swollen lips, and that barely perceptible trace of white milk at the corner of her mouth that had not yet dried.
Also, the Heir Soup inside her private parts.
The palm prints on her beautiful buttocks, the hickeys on her body, and so on.
Su Xu took two steps back and quickly surveyed his “masterpiece.”
After confirming that no major flaws could be seen from a normal perspective, he took one last lingering look at the still-motionless, peerless Supreme Pontiff on the throne, then turned and walked toward the palace doors.
Silently exiting the Supreme Pontiff Palace, the heavy palace doors opened, and he walked quickly back to his original sentry position.
He straightened his body and gripped his spear, the expression on his face returning to the solemnity and emptiness characteristic of Guard Knight Su Xu.
The very next second after he stood still, he silently chanted in his heart to release the Time Stop.
Weng—an invisible and intangible ripple was instantly retracted.
The frozen World was like a play button being pressed; colors flowed, and sounds returned.
The afternoon wind blew the flags between the corridor pillars, and the faint chirping of birds came from afar.
The guard Luo Ge still wore an impatient expression.
Su Xu looked straight ahead as if he had never moved.
Seeing his “standing like a crane” posture, Luo Ge gave a cold snort and turned back to continue performing his duties as a “true guard” in his eyes.
Everything seemed exactly the same as a moment ago.
However, inside the Supreme Pontiff Palace…
Bibi Dong, perched high on the throne, felt her delicate body tremble imperceptibly the moment time resumed its flow.
A strong and unfamiliar sense of abnormality, like a late-arriving tide, suddenly swept through her body and mind.
An indescribable soreness and a certain bloated discomfort of being filled came from deep within her body, making it nearly impossible for her to maintain her seated posture.
She subconsciously wanted to adjust her sitting position and rise slightly, but with just a gentle movement, a sharp pain came from a certain private area, causing her to let out a muffled groan and immediately slump back onto the throne, her beautiful brows furrowing tightly.
“Hmm?
What’s going on?”
At the same time, an unfamiliar, slightly sweet and greasy scent filled her mouth, like…
milk?
But when had she ever drunk milk?
And this taste…
She extended her slender finger and doubtfully touched her lips; the sensation was unusually soft, slightly swollen, and even a bit stinging.
Her fingertip seemed to be stained with a bit of moisture.
Subconsciously, she stuck out her tongue, licked it, and tasted it.
Bibi Dong’s pupils suddenly contracted.
This taste was definitely not the taste of milk.
What was going on?
She had clearly been reviewing dossiers all along.
After Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo left, she should have been the only one in the palace.
Time…
seemed to have passed normally for just a short while, so why would her body suddenly have such a strange and strong reaction?
An inexplicable chill, mixed with the unavoidable strange sensation coming from deep within her body, quietly crawled up her spine.
On her exquisite face, there was first doubt, then the color slowly faded, replaced by a look of gravity.
The palace remained empty and silent; sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled light and shadows on the floor.
Everything seemed unchanged.
But everything was already different.
Bibi Dong slowly raised her head.
In those deep purple eyes, there was no longer the calmness and focus from a moment ago; instead, they were replaced by a cold, sharp, and vigilant light as she began to examine herself and this seemingly peaceful hall.
She calmly channeled the vast spirit power within her body, delicately sensing every trace of change within herself.
At the same time, her powerful mental force, like invisible mercury, began to quietly spread and investigate throughout the entire Supreme Pontiff Palace.
In the air, there seemed to be a trace of an extremely weak, hard-to-capture unfamiliar scent?
Or…
was it just her imagination?
“Come in.” Bibi Dong’s voice remained steady, carrying the inherent majesty of the Supreme Pontiff.
No ripple could be heard, yet it was several degrees colder than usual.
Outside the palace doors, the guard Luo Ge perked up and immediately responded, “Your subordinate is here!”
“Pass the order: the Supreme Pontiff Palace is to be closed early today.
Unless personally summoned by this seat, no one is allowed within a hundred paces of the main hall.”
Bibi Dong paused and added, “Go and invite the Holy Maiden Hu Liena to see me immediately.” “Yes!
Supreme Pontiff!”
Su Xu, along with Luo Ge, bowed to accept the order, a faint light flickering in his eyes beneath his lowered eyelids.
After receiving the Supreme Pontiff’s decree, Su Xu and the guard Luo Ge dared not delay in the slightest.
They immediately left the duty area in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace and headed toward the palace where the Saintess’s bedchamber was located.
On the way, Luo Ge still looked serious and said in a low voice to Su Xu, “Her Holiness the Supreme Pontiff seems to be in a bad mood today, and summoning Her Highness the Saintess so suddenly is unusual.
We must act carefully and make no more mistakes.”
Su Xu nodded in agreement, his gaze calm, but he had his own thoughts.
Before long, the two arrived outside the Saintess’s bedchamber and announced the Supreme Pontiff’s decree to the guards.
A moment later, the bedchamber doors opened, and a slender figure walked out.
It was the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, Hu Liena.