Animal-eared Girl Era: Start by Forming a Contract with an SSS-Class School Belle

After half an hour, Xiao Ye's massage journey finally came to an end.

Sister Yun Bing asked, "So, what do you think about my figure?"

Xiao Ye said calmly, "Not bad at all."

Then, with a clear, unwavering look, Xiao Ye studied her for just ten seconds before resolutely turning away and leaving.

He was a righteous guy, never stooping to sneaking a peek.

*Unless he really couldn't help himself.*

When Xiao Ye headed out, seductive and elegant Sister Yun Bing finally pulled her sweat-slicked body upright and got dressed.

When she stepped outside, she found Xiao Ye still at the washbasin, scrubbing his hands furiously, and muttering,

"Damn, my hands are totally marinated now, this scent just won't wash off."

As he spoke, Xiao Ye brought his hand up to his nose, took a whiff, and frowned,

"Wearing gloves would be so much better."

"Barehanded, you get all kinds of smells—milky, fresh, floral, seriously, my hands are like sponges for this stuff."

Xiao Ye scrubbed his hands vigorously with dish soap—twice—but the scent still lingered even after washing.

Yun Bing drew closer, overhearing, her delicate brow instantly filling with black lines, and asked,

"Is it that bad?"

Xiao Ye answered reflexively, "Smells great, but all these scents on my hands are gonna make me start thinking all kinds of… things."

Yun Bing's cheeks flushed, "Like what, exactly?"

Xiao Ye jolted, caught Yun Bing's silhouette in the corner of his eye, and quickly straightened up,

"Nothing in particular, just… I'm a man's man, but if I'm walking around smelling like all sorts of perfume, isn't that super girly? Not a great look."

Sister Yun Bing, radiating her usual playful elegance, smirked, dug into Xiao Ye's pocket, and pulled out a jet-black, fragrant bundle of socks,

"Super girly? Then what's this, hmm? 'Cause this feels awfully familiar to me!"

Xiao Ye's face twisted in embarrassment—this was the Cloud Ice Brand Black Sachet he'd made himself.

*But there was no way in hell he'd admit that to her face. Social death!*

So his eyes wavered as he said, "That's a sachet I bought—cost me a fortune, too!"

"Oh, really?" Yun Bing lifted the 'black sachet' to her nose, took a whiff, and smirked, "So how come it smells like silk—"

Before Yun Bing could finish, Xiao Ye frantically snatched the Cloud Ice Brand Black Sachet back and stuffed it in his pocket, cutting her off,

"You're imagining things! That's my treasure—I bought it."

"Pfft!" Sister Yun Bing burst out laughing, her stunning face lighting up like a breathtaking flower, making everything else pale by comparison.

*Even she failed to notice that when Xiao Ye called it his 'treasure,' her mood brightened considerably.*

Then Xiao Ye kept scrubbing his hands in the basin as if determined to scrub the scent off for good.

Yun Bing reached out her glimmering, jade-like hands and seized Xiao Ye's, her gorgeous face feigning irritation as she said, "Stop it already! It doesn't even stink!"

Xiao Ye's smile turned bitter.

*With all these scents on his hands, how was he supposed to explain this to Nangong Siyao and Cheng Bingxi later?*

*Otherwise, those two would definitely bring down some serious punishment on him!*

Seeing how distressed Xiao Ye looked, Yun Bing's flawless features flashed with anger, and she said, "First time someone's seen everything, touched everything, and you go and act all grossed out." Fin+d$ t+his# c+ha&p+t.e-r&'#s so*u#r%ce on M-V!-L#EM--PYR^.&

"No more washing!"

"And next time you give a massage, no gloves allowed, either!"

With Yun Bing demanding so forcefully, Xiao Ye finally agreed—with a wry smile,

"Alright, alright!"

"Sister Yun Bing, how do you feel now?"

Once they got down to business, Yun Bing's face glowed with relief as she said, "All that ferocious energy inside me feels gentle now, the overloaded energy is settling down, and honestly, I feel amazing!"

*Before, she'd had to constantly suppress that raging, uncontrollable energy inside her—otherwise, if it burst out, even a casual move on her part could cause massive destruction.*

*This was the first time she'd felt like living could be so effortless!*

*After just a little while, she might actually be getting hooked on this feeling of lightness.*

Xiao Ye pulled up the Template Adjuster to check Yun Bing's status.

[Template Adjuster is scanning]

[SSS-grade Kunpeng Template: Yun Bing]

[Detected Issue: Template instability, conflicting Rule Fragment Crystal types]

[Solution: Replace the type of Rule Fragment Crystal]

Yun Bing might be feeling better now, but her core problem still lingered—unless she swapped out the fragment crystal for a compatible one to stabilize the template, the surges of overloaded ferocious energy would eventually return.

Xiao Ye put on a serious face, "Sister Yun Bing, right now your relief is just temporary. In a while, the problem will come back."

Sister Yun Bing nodded, her brows knitting together, she could feel it, "You're right."

"Only thing is, I don't know how long this calm will actually last."

Xiao Ye speculated, "Sister Yun Bing, you outrank Brother Cheng, the Vajra Venerable, so I guess your effect might not last as long as his."

"Brother Cheng needs to come in for a session about every two weeks."

"For you, it could be ten days, five days, or even just one day."

Sister Yun Bing's face darkened, "Once a day?"

"It's only a possibility," Xiao Ye didn't dare be too definite about it.

*Yun Bing's issue was rooted in her template—if she turned into the Kunpeng Summoned Beast within one day, the problem would reappear again inside a day.*

After that, Yun Bing left—she was the deputy dean of the Kunpeng Combat Academy, after all, and had lots of business to handle.

Xiao Ye headed into the first-floor living room of the villa.

Nangong Siyao and Cheng Bingxi were there on the first floor too; at this point, a repairman at the Grandmaster Realm was just finishing up work on the floor.

"What the hell is this loser doing in my house?" Mature beauty Nangong Siyao glared icy daggers at the student council president, Cheng Yi.

Cheng Bingxi, hugging Nangong Siyao's lotus-like arm, frowned and scolded,

"You're being way too cocky—wrecking my house's floor like that! I'm totally telling Sister Yun Bing to teach you a lesson!"

"Uh, well…" Student Council President Cheng Yi stood frozen, looking utterly awkward.

He was sweating bullets, bending low and begging, "Aunties, both of you! I'm the son of the Vajra Venerable, and also Uncle Xiao's nephew!"

"We're almost done fixing the floor, please, don't come after me!"

"Auntie?" Nangong Siyao's pretty face blanked out, and she turned to Cheng Bingxi, "Do I look that old? Plus, isn't he way older than Xiao Ye? Yet he calls Xiao Ye uncle!"

Cheng Yi's face was incredibly awkward—he called Xiao Ye uncle because of seniority, not based on age.

Cheng Bingxi stroked Nangong Siyao's smooth cheek and said, "You don't look old at all. Same for me."

Nangong Siyao shot Cheng Yi a contemptuous glare—the same guy who'd acted so different back in the cafeteria—and said, "So you're the Vajra Venerable's brat, huh."

"But Vajra Venerable is someone everyone respects, whereas you? So uninspiring!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Cheng Yi nodded his head repeatedly, not daring to retort—he just wanted to get the hell out of there.

The repairman finally finished fixing the floor.

He stomped a couple times on the good-as-new flooring, "All done!"

"We'll be going now!" Cheng Yi and the repairman picked up their trash and bolted for the exit.

Watching the pair flee like scalded cats, Xiao Ye had to laugh.