Crippled Heir Wakes Up With a MILF SYSTEM-Chapter 21: First class

Fuck me, Teach, you've got some fine-ass company, he thought, licking his lips slowly, already picturing her bent over.

"Talent, huh?" he said, stepping forward just enough to close the gap between them. His voice came out rough and flirty but laced with something darker. "You haven't seen shit yet."

Luo Yan snorted, shaking his head as he watched Zhang Fei work his reckless charm. "Eyes up, punk—Xian'er is a teacher, not your next conquest," he muttered, though he couldn't hide his amused smirk.

Xian'er just laughed, the sound sending fire of conquest through Zhang Fei's gut. She shifted her weight, crossing her arms just enough to push her tits up, making them even more tempting.

"Let him dream, Luo Yan—he's got spirit," she teased, her gaze unwavering as she met Zhang Fei's stare head-on.

The system pinged, breaking the tension for only a split second.

[Notice: Host encountering high-rank figure. Possible Conquest: Detected.]

Zhang Fei's cock twitched harder, her words practically feeding his growing hunger. His grin turned downright nasty as he locked eyes with Xian'er.

"Dream, Teach? You're exactly my type—why don't we hit some corner and fuck?" he said loudly, his voice rough and shameless, stepping closer like he was ready to drag her off right there.

Xian'er's sultry smirk vanished. Her eyes popped wide, and her jaw dropped for a split second before snapping into a glare.

"What did you just say, you filthy little brat?!" She snapped, her qi flaring up, caught between disbelief and rage. "You've got some nerve, you insolent dog!" she hissed, clenching her fists tighter.

Luo Yan's smirk vanished as well. He slid between them, raising a hand quickly. "Xian'er, hold up—forgive the punk, he's new and has a mouth dumber than his fists," he said, shooting Zhang Fei a look that screamed, shut the fuck up. "He's still learning sect manners—give him a pass this time, yeah?"

Xian'er's glare didn't soften. Her tits heaved as she breathed hard, qi crackling around her, as if she might slap Zhang Fei's head off anytime. "Manners? This little shit needs a lesson in respect!" she spat, pointing at him in disgust.

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Zhang Fei just grinned wider, his cock hardening to the extreme. Worth it. She's hot when she's mad, he thought.

Xian'er's glare could've melted steel, her qi flaring wildly as she stared Zhang Fei down. His cocky grin only seemed to fuck with her mind.

"You're lucky you're new, you disgusting little dog—I'd break you myself if I had the time!" She cursed before turning around, her big ass swaying with every angry movement.

"Luo Yan, leash this dog before he shames the whole sect!" She shouted over her shoulder as she walked away, leaving the surrounding disciples whispering.

"Holy shit, she's mad!"

"Who's that idiot?"

Zhang Fei watched her go, licking his lips slowly. "Fuck, Teach, she's even hotter when she's mad—bet that ass bounces nice," he muttered, grinning like a psycho.

Luo Yan grabbed his arm and yanked him hard toward the pavilion. "Shut your damn mouth, Zhang Fei—you're begging for a beating," he growled as he dragged him past gawking disciples.

"Xian'er's a core disciple teacher, you twat. Next time she might not walk away, and I won't save your ass. Keep that dick in check, or you'll be cleaning toilets instead of cultivating."

Zhang Fei laughed, escaping from Luo Yan's grip but still following. "Chill, Teach—I'll behave... maybe," he teased.

Core Disciple, huh? Higher rank, bigger challenge—game on, he thought, his cock twitching at the idea.

As they walked inside the pavilion, Luo Yan immediately dragged Zhang Fei into the classroom. It felt like stepping into a past era, with scrolls hanging on the walls and wooden desks neatly lined up in rows.

At the front, a long wooden desk for the teacher stood, looking like it hadn't been moved in a century.

The disciples stood in unison, their eyes flickering nervously toward Zhang Fei. Some were eager, others uncertain, all sizing him up with a typical mix of curiosity and caution. They had heard the rumors and were now trying to figure out what kind of trouble the new guy might bring.

Luo Yan didn't waste time with pleasantries. "Sit," he ordered, pointing to an empty desk in the middle row. "Class is starting. Get your head out of your pants, Zhang Fei. This isn't a game."

Zhang Fei shot him a grin, unfazed. He walked up to the desk and sat in the chair. "Yeah, yeah. I'm all ears," he said, glancing around at the other disciples.

They were all eyeing him, but Zhang Fei didn't care. He was here for one reason: power.

The students were still standing, waiting for Luo Yan to give them the order to sit. Luo Yan, however, didn't give it; he simply turned to the chalkboard and began scribbling.