Chapter 120.2 : Offense (Part 2)
"Uh…."
Chu Ge first gave an awkward smile. He didn't think too deeply about how Luo Huangjun had learned so quickly about what had happened these past few days.
After all, she was the Taihuang Sacred Lord, a Ninth-Heaven Creation Realm cultivator. It was perfectly normal for her to obtain information a bit faster.
"Uh, this disciple neglected his cultivation. I ask Master to punish me!"
Chu Ge honestly admitted his fault. When he said the word punish, a flicker of eager anticipation flashed through his eyes.
He hadn't forgotten just how extraordinarily comfortable—both body and mind—that last "punishment" from Luo Huangjun had been.
Seeing the strange look in Chu Ge's eyes, Luo Huangjun immediately recalled that day as well.
Back then, her mind had been in a daze, and she hadn't thought in that direction at all.
Only afterward did she realize—what punishment was that? It was clearly a reward bestowed upon this rebellious disciple!
"And you still dare bring that up?! Back then, you not only repeatedly committed acts of offense against your master, you even deceived me! You rebellious disciple—clearly you don't have the slightest bit of remorse!"
Luo Huangjun seemed furious to the extreme.
But Chu Ge, who knew very well how much Luo Huangjun cherished him, wasn't panicked in the slightest.
The fearful, deferential act he had been putting on earlier—he couldn't even be bothered to maintain it now.
Instead, he looked with great interest at Luo Huangjun, who sat upright in the seat of honor.
From his angle, he could clearly see the long, slender jade legs pressed together beneath the hem of her flowing dress.
Luo Huangjun's heart immediately tightened slightly.
Her imposing authority as a master… seemed to have very little effect on this rebellious disciple…
She had originally wanted to catch Chu Ge off guard, to let him properly understand that his master was not someone to be lightly offended.
But now it seemed… the effect was minimal.
"Ahem. Since you know your mistake, then for now, I'll forgive you this once. Remember—cultivation is paramount. It's fine to relax in moderation, but you must not indulge excessively in beauty and desire!"
Luo Huangjun spoke in a deliberately cool tone, offering words of admonition.
Hearing this, Chu Ge broke into a smile, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Luo Huangjun gradually taking on a hint of aggression.
"But, Master, right now… I'm already completely captivated by your beauty. This… what should I do about it?"
As he spoke, Chu Ge began walking toward Luo Huangjun, who was seated above him.
Luo Huangjun's heart pounded like a drum, and she was already feeling restless and ill at ease.
She had only gone into seclusion for a while—how had this rebellious disciple changed so drastically?
Although Chu Ge's desire to challenge his master had always been strong in the past, he would still, more or less, keep his words somewhat restrained.
When had he ever been this direct and blatant—almost as if he had seen straight through her, no longer holding back at all?
Could it be that after tasting it once, this rebellious disciple had completely unleashed his true nature?
As these thoughts crossed her mind, Luo Huangjun lifted her gaze again—only to find Chu Ge already right in front of her!
"Re… rebellious disciple… what do you think you're doing?"
Luo Huangjun spoke tremblingly.
At this moment, she felt that she, the master, had instead become the weaker party—someone who could be wantonly taken in hand by Chu Ge, this rebellious disciple.
"What am I doing? Master, outside just now, this disciple was already barely able to restrain himself. Now that you and I are alone together, as master and disciple, naturally I must… properly offend you…"
"Master, are you ready?"
Chu Ge spoke slowly, the distance between him and Luo Huangjun growing ever closer.
"Rebellious disciple, you dare! I—mmph…!"
Luo Huangjun's words were forcefully cut off by Chu Ge.
One of her jade hands kept striking at Chu Ge's shoulder, but the strength behind it was far too weak.
And as Chu Ge's offense deepened, Luo Huangjun's striking gradually turned into gentle caresses.