Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

A soft, fragrant beauty.

Holding the girl close, An Zhen lowered his head with practiced ease, his cheek nearing Wang Dong's.

Their breaths mingled audibly in the quiet room. Pink-blue dreamlike eyes reflected in dark pupils, each mirroring the other's tenderness. At this distance, they could feel each other's warmth.

"Don't think I'm so easily won over."

An image of a petite, adorable figure flashed in Wang Dong's mind. Instantly, a jade-white hand pressed against An Zhen's face. The once-vulnerable young mistress snapped back to clarity, cheeks flushed with feigned anger. "Why are your moves so proficient?"

Comforting, apologizing, embracing—executed flawlessly.

"Maybe carried over from a past life," An Zhen offered casually.

"Heh, so you were a player in your previous life too!" she retorted coldly, kicking his chest with a pink foot until he tumbled onto the bed.

No—he'd only had theoretical knowledge back then.

Practical experience? Just Huo Yutong and Meng Hongchen.

"Wang Dong, hesitation invites defeat," An Zhen sighed, sitting up. No kiss today.

"Nonsense! No kissing allowed," Wang Dong shook her head firmly.

Hmph! Aside from what's fair to Yu Tong, I won't let him win so easily.

"Fine."

An Zhen wouldn't force her.

"Th-though I don't dislike you… for now, holding hands is the limit."

What's done is done.

She'd already failed Yu Tong.

"And!" Standing tall, hands on hips, she glared down at him. "Yu Tong must never know."

She couldn't bear hurting that resilient girl.

"Secrets never stay buried forever."

"Then it's your fault! You fix it," her pink foot pressed against his chest. "Or I'll neuter you."

"Mhm, mhm."

An Zhen nodded obediently.

"But," the boy added seriously, "could Wang Dong revert to her true form? Otherwise, I might actually get turned."

Objectively, Wang Dong's current appearance was strikingly handsome—porcelain skin and all—an irresistible temptation for certain tastes.

"Not a chance."

She wasn't stupid.

Revealing her true self now would be like a lamb offering itself shorn to a wolf.

Besides…

Seeing the disappointment on his face—

It felt oddly satisfying.

A triumphant smile graced her fair cheeks. Even in male guise, her delicate frame exuded a unique, charm of a handsome girl.

"Shouldn't we honor our agreement?"

An Zhen changed the subject, sitting cross-legged with chin propped on hands. "Would the honest young mistress really go back on her word?"

"Uh…"

Wang Dong's triumphant look froze.

Calling him An Zhen big brother?*

How could those words ever leave her lips?

"Mm…"

Head lowered, her fair face twisted in conflict. After a long pause, a small hand tugged An Zhen's sleeve. "C-can I say it… in the dream world?"

"Granted."

Whether romance or… training, pacing mattered.

This was an innocent beauty to cherish—not an NPC or some schemer.

An Zhen activated his Martial Soul. Wang Dong entered meditation.

Virtual World

A pink-blue-haired beauty stood like a world spirit. Her youthful figure resembled fine art, draped in a matching spaghetti-strap dress that barely covered her pert bottom. Legs of perfect golden ratio gleamed porcelain-smooth.

"Pervert." Arms crossed over her chest, she curled up on the floor—as if seeking safety.

Even if not real… wasn't this outfit too short?

"Aren't dreams where we fulfill unattainable desires?"

The boy smiled.

And this was just the beginning.

With a thought—

A petite blue-haired girl materialized beside An Zhen.

"An Zhen? Wang Dong? What are you doing?"

Wang Dong: !

Pink-blue eyes widened at the familiar figure. Panicked, the girl scrambled up, grabbing bedsheets to wrap around herself.

"Y-you two… are you…?"

Mist gathered in the girl's eyes. Betrayal and sorrow painted her adorable face.

"Yu-Yu Tong! It's not what you see! This is a misunderstanding!"

Adrenaline spiked.

Wang Dong nearly fainted from panic.

Caught in the act!

No—she was pure! An Zhen was noble! No betrayal here!

"This… this is just a unique swimsuit! That's why it's short!"

Flustered, she sought An Zhen's eyes. You said you'd handle this! Why silent now?!

Then her panicked gaze met amused eyes.

"?"

Wang Dong sensed something amiss.

"Wang Dong should wear black and white stockings to dance for An Zhen."

"Huo Yutong" stated earnestly.

"You tricked me!"

Wang Dong instantly realized—even if Huo Yutong accepted their relationship, the real girl would never say such things.

The ethereal girl pounced, pounding An Zhen's chest. "Mean! Bully!" Her fiercely cute face bared small white teeth.

"Just a rehearsal," An Zhen justified smoothly. "If we're ever caught in bed, we won't panic."

"You'd actually plan that?!"

Enraged, she aimed her foot at his face.

An Zhen's tongue darted out.

Wang Dong yanked her foot back.

"Pervert! Scoundrel!"

Before she could continue, An Zhen cupped her face. His warm breath brushed her cheek.

"Is this a dream?" Her dreamlike eyes searched his, as if confirming a decision.

"Yes. But it can be made real."

"No."

Tenderness filled her gaze. A soft, sweet voice whispered:

"An Zhen…"

An Zhen's bones melted.

Huo Yutong's Perspective

Starry blue eyes reflected the embracing pair. The Huo Yutong NPC stood motionless, awaiting commands.

Feels cramped here. Once the protagonist gains his third soul skill to freely pull consciousness into the virtual world… things will get interesting.

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