“Is the Headless Rider really such a powerful Demonic Beast?”
“No, no, no! That can’t be right.”
“What a terrifying strength!”
“What a fast sword!”
The Demonic Beast students were completely captivated by Qingshamu’s strength. She was the only one present capable of utterly destroying the Blackrock Boulder.
But the show was far from over…
Next up was the highly anticipated Ten-Step Hall’s Simon, ready to show her skills.
Everyone’s interest had been thoroughly piqued by Qingshamu’s display. As the top fighter of Class Two, Ten-Step Hall couldn’t possibly be weaker than the Headless Rider, right? So everyone gathered around to watch.
“Pregnant woman! What are you doing here? Why aren’t you taking the Ability Test?”
“Are you trying to slack off? Get up right now!”
“The instructor says someone here is trying to slack off!”
At that moment, three Female Delinquents found the lone Feini Rose and surrounded her, pushing and shoving her toward the Blackrock Boulder to force her into the Ability Test.
But how was Feini supposed to test her ability? Just stand in front of the black stone and bite it?
“Hahaha! How the hell did a useless girl like you even get admitted?”
“Don’t you know how to transform into a human form?”
“Can’t you just turn into a weapon or a trap and bite it? You only know how to seduce men, right?”
“Whose bastard is in your belly anyway?”
“Speak up! Answer me!”
The Female Delinquents’ taunts grew louder, more reckless, and more disgusting.
Like all victims of bullying, Feini said nothing, powerless to resist. But silence only made the tormentors more arrogant.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the black boulder beside them let out a loud rumble!
The three Female Delinquents and Feini all jumped in fright.
“Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!”
The massive black stone cracked with fiery fissures, then exploded rapidly into a pile of scorching fragments, though no one was hurt.
After the boulder shattered, a crimson figure appeared on the opposite side, accompanied by a large group of stunned apprentices.
No need to guess—this was definitely the effect of Ten-Step Hall’s Ability Test, and her intervention indirectly saved Feini.
“It’s you again!”
Qingshamu, who had been nearby carefully studying her rival, saw the boulder break and immediately noticed Feini was being bullied again. She shouted angrily.
Hearing Qingshamu’s voice, the Female Delinquents turned and fled like lightning, clearly speed-type Demonic Beasts at their core.
“Rose, are you okay?” Ten-Step Hall kindly asked.
“I’m fine,” Feini replied.
“So Simon was stepping in to help her classmates—how kind.”
“Yeah, really too kind-hearted.”
“No one noticed it before.”
Other students immediately surrounded her with praise, scrambling to flatter.
“Why do they always bully you?” Qingshamu looked at them helplessly and quietly circled around to Feini’s side.
“Some Demonic Beasts have the habit of hunting the young of other species,” Feini analyzed.
“That’s enough. Let’s take a break and get out of here,” Qingshamu said, pulling Feini away from the trouble.
The two went together to the girls’ bathhouse.
“!” Feini was taken aback. Before she could react, Qingshamu began undressing right in front of her.
But after PE class, taking a good shower was normal, perfectly logical—except Feini’s soul was that of a man.
Qingshamu’s figure was that of a genuine supermodel, her body curves flowing like a mountain stream, especially her pair of pearly white legs, seemingly pulsating, long and straight.
Feini found herself a little dazed.
She was completely different—pale skin, bloodless, subsisting on ores daily, thin and malnourished in appearance.
Yet whenever her mind wandered with improper thoughts, a wave of self-doubt pressed down on her, stopping her from looking again, fearing Qingshamu’s anger.
“Why are you looking down? Is anyone else here?” Qingshamu asked.
“It’s just you and me here. You don’t need to be afraid.”
She knew her timid friend rarely dared to meet others’ eyes.
“I didn’t exercise much; I don’t need to shower,” Feini said.
“No way. I’ve never seen you use the bath in the dormitory,” Qingshamu said. “Are those girls isolating you and not letting you shower? Looks like I have to go ask them.”
“No, please don’t provoke them,” Feini hurriedly stopped her.
“I’ll wash your back for you.” Qingshamu smiled gently, soft and calm, entirely unlike her usual cold demeanor toward others.
Feini began to suspect she might be some kind of pervert. After all, this was a yuri game world. Was she interested in her? Such a unique taste?
But to stay alive, Feini had no choice but to set aside her shame, slowly removing her clothes and stepping into the single-person bath to bathe together.
Feini sat hugging her belly on a small stool while Qingshamu gently crouched behind her, rubbing bath foam over her back.
Her palm felt like a piece of cool white jade, her fingers strong and authoritative, impossible to resist.
In short, Feini dared not move.
Yet her hands were proper, without wandering to forbidden places.
“Can I touch your belly?” Qingshamu whispered softly from behind.
Um, I take back what I said earlier.
“Y-yes…” Feini answered quietly.
Qingshamu wrapped her arms around Feini’s belly from behind, their backs pressed tightly together.
Feini could feel two soft, gentle spheres massaging her back, like leaning against a soft, cool little bun—rather comfortable.
“Though I know this is a very private question, I can’t help but ask—who’s the father? If you don’t want to say, that’s fine.”
Qingshamu didn’t notice the discomfort, her expression serious from Feini’s unseen angle. From her fingers, a vast life force was brewing.
“To be honest, I don’t know,” Feini stammered. “I’m not a normal living being. I wasn’t conceived through normal reproduction. I’m still a virgin, so I really don’t know who the father is.”
“Alright,” Qingshamu said, unwilling to pry further.
After bathing, they went together to eat, no need for much conversation, moving in tacit understanding toward the Lower-Rank Monster Cafeteria.
After exercise, Qingshamu’s appetite was even bigger than usual. She ordered a huge spread and happily ate with Feini.
Feini lived a happy life, always tagging along for meals and drinks.
But there was a small incident during the meal: Qingshamu had a habit of placing a small Music Box beside her every time she ate.
“Deng~ deng~ deng~”
This time, the little Music Box suddenly opened by itself, playing the pleasant Moonlight Melody.
Qingshamu glanced at it, a flicker of shock flashing through her eyes.
Yet she quickly masked her expression, suppressing all emotion, and nonchalantly reached out to close it, stopping the music.
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