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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 32 Teacher Shen Xui. Huyan Lanrou confronts Shen Xui.
🕑 Added 2025-05-22 16:22:03 +0000 UTCThe Next Morning – Holy Orchid Institute, Genius Class.
The bell rang across the academy grounds, signaling the start of morning classes.
Students filtered into the wide lecture hall in groups—some chatting about cultivation techniques, others gossiping about rumors surrounding Shen Fei, the genius with noble blood who had rarely been seen in class.
Whispers rose:
“I heard he’s been in the library all week.”
“Some say he doesn’t even sleep.”
“They say even the instructors are afraid to correct him…”
Just then, the side door opened.
All conversations ceased.
Shen Fei entered with calm authority, dressed in a perfectly fitted robe of dark crimson and gold, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable.
His gaze swept the classroom briefly, indifferent to the attention. He moved with the air of someone above it all.
But what truly caused a stir was who entered right behind him—
Instructor Shen Xiu.
Heads turned. Murmurs spread.
She was known for her beauty and power, but it was rare to see her so early—and walking in behind a student, no less.
Her appearance was immaculate: elegant robes, pristine hair, and a serene face.
But to Shen Fei, seated in the second row, the memory of what lay beneath those robes was still fresh.
Her trembling legs from last night.
Her gasps as he pounded her into the mattress.
The claw marks he left on her hips bite marks on her tits.
And the way she moaned, over and over:
“Yes, Nephew Fei…”
Shen Fei leaned back casually, arms crossed, smirking slightly.
Shen Xiu walked to the podium, adjusting her notes.
But Shen Fei saw it—the slight hitch in her step. The faint pink flush on her neck. The way her fingers trembled just enough to betray her.
To the others, she was composed.
To him, she was owned.
“Good morning,” she said finally, her voice even but soft. “I am Shen Xiu, your instructor for Advanced Cultivation Theory. Starting today, I will be guiding this class.”
The students nodded respectfully.
Some whispered about her beauty. Others took notes diligently.
Only Shen Fei stared openly, his red eyes unwavering.
Shen Xiu met his gaze briefly—and faltered.
Just for a second.
Then looked away.
He smirked.
“Even standing in front of a room full of students, you’re still my slutty aunt.”
The class continued. Shen Xiu delivered her lecture with practiced grace, moving through cultivation diagrams and explaining spiritual energy circulation with clarity.
But Shen Fei was the only one who noticed her thighs pressing tightly together behind the podium.
The only one who saw her pause slightly every time she read the word “submission” from her notes.
The only one who remembered how she begged for his seed less than eight hours ago.
He said nothing.
He didn’t have to.
Because now Shen Xiu wasn’t just his aunt.
She was his teacher now.
His obedient slut.
And the class had only just begun.
Huyan Lanrou sat quietly in the third row, her usually cold and proud expression unreadable as she watched Shen Xiu enter the classroom.
The moment Shen Fei appeared first—followed by his aunt—her entire body tensed.
Her eyes narrowed, tracking the small but unmistakable detail:
Shen Xiu’s slightly delayed steps.
The faint pink glow still present beneath her collar.
The subtle tremor in her fingers as she reached the podium.
Lanrou's heart thudded.
She knew.
She knew exactly what had happened.
She had seen it yesterday. Witnessed it with her own eyes—Shen Fei standing over Shen Xiu like a conqueror, his cock deep in her throat while the once-proud cultivator knelt like a slave, moaning around him.
“He used her. Like an object. And now she stands there… teaching… like nothing happened?”
Lanrou's jaw tightened.
And yet, what shook her more was how Shen Fei stared at her—not at the board, not at the lesson.
At her.
At Lanrou.
He didn’t say a word.
He didn’t need to.
His gaze alone spoke volumes.
“You're next.”
She looked away quickly, only to meet Shen Xiu’s eyes for a brief second.
The instructor faltered.
Just the slightest break in her professional facade.
Their eyes locked.
And in that moment, Huyan Lanrou saw it:
Not shame.
Not guilt.
But devotion and lust.
Lanrou gripped her pen so tightly it cracked.
The other students were listening attentively, but her thoughts were spiraling. Her pride warred with something else deep inside her—an unfamiliar heat that she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“How could she surrender herself like that…? And why—why can’t I stop thinking about it?”
She forced her eyes down at her notes, but her mind refused to focus.
Each word Shen Xiu spoke, each glance Shen Fei cast—every movement made her pulse quicken.
She was slipping.
Bit by bit.
And Shen Fei knew it.
From across the room, his smile deepened just slightly—subtle, cruel, knowing.
“Fall, Lanrou. It's only a matter of time.”
The classroom slowly emptied after the bell rang.
Footsteps faded, conversations died down, and soon only silence remained—thick, heavy, expectant.
The last student closed the door behind him, unaware of the storm that still lingered in the room.
Three people stayed.
Shen Xiu, standing calmly by the podium, was arranging her lecture notes.
Shen Fei, lounging lazily in the second row, arms draped behind his head, a faint smirk on his lips.
Huyan Lanrou, still seated in her place, unmoving, staring.
Her eyes were locked on Shen Xiu.
Her jaw was clenched.
She stood slowly.
Deliberately.
Shen Fei's red eyes glanced at her with mild amusement, but he said nothing.
The tension rose like smoke.
Lanrou took a step forward, her voice sharp, cutting through the silence.
“Teacher Shen Xiu.”
Shen Xiu paused, not looking up. “Miss Lanrou.”
Another step.
“I’m curious,” Lanrou continued coldly. “How does it feel to fall so low? To be used like that… and still come here pretending to be a teacher?”
Shen Xiu finally looked up.
There was no shame in her expression.
Only calm.
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” she asked softly. “Pretending?”
Lanrou’s lip curled.
“I saw you,” she spat. “On your knees. Letting him use your mouth like a toy. And now you stand there like nothing happened?”
Shen Fei exhaled a quiet laugh, not even bothering to hide it.
Shen Xiu’s gaze didn’t waver.
“I’m not hiding anything,” she said. “Yes, I belong to him. I serve him. And I do it willingly.”
Lanrou’s expression cracked.
“You’re his aunt.”
“You were supposed to be a cultivator to look up to,” Lanrou snapped. “But I saw you on your knees… You let your own nephew degrade you like a whore.”
Shen Fei’s quiet chuckle echoed from his seat.
But Shen Xiu didn’t flinch. Instead, her lips curled into a proud smile.
“You say that like I regret it,” she replied softly. “But I’ve never been more fulfilled in my life.”
Lanrou’s eyes narrowed in disgust.
“I’m his property,” Shen Xiu replied evenly. “By choice. By desire. Every part of me exists to please him. That includes standing here… as his teacher.”
Lanrou’s fists trembled at her sides. She took another step forward, eyes wild.
“You’re disgusting.”
But her voice faltered.
She turned to Shen Fei now, who remained seated, his gaze fixed calmly on her.
“You orchestrated all this, didn’t you?” she asked, accusing. “You planned it. You wanted me to see her like that.”
Shen Fei tilted his head slightly, amused.
“I didn’t have to plan anything,” he said. “Your curiosity brought you there. Your eyes stayed longer than they should’ve. Your legs didn’t move.”
He stood up and stepped forward slowly.
“And even now… you haven’t left.”
Lanrou flinched.
But she didn’t retreat.
Then Shen Xiu stepped out from behind the podium and met her gaze directly.
“You don’t know, do you?” she said. “About his constitution.”
Lanrou hesitated. “…What are you talking about?”
Shen Xiu’s smile deepened with pride.
“Shen Fei possesses a Dual Cultivation Physique.”
Her words echoed like a thunderclap in the room.
She sauntered toward Lanrou, her voice growing stronger, her tone laced with reverence.
“Any woman who has sex with him… doesn’t just feel unmatched pleasure. She also receives strength, beauty, and more. The more you serve him, the stronger you become.”
Lanrou blinked.
Shen Xiu stopped only a step away, her eyes glowing with confidence.
“I was a mere Silver-ranked Demon Spiritualist when he first claimed me. But after a month of continuous pounding...” — her smile turned lewd — “I broke through to Gold Rank when he took my virginity. And now, I proudly stand at the peak of Black Gold Rank.”
Lanrou’s lips parted slightly. “That’s impossible…”
“It’s real,” Shen Xiu said proudly. “And it’s permanent. His seed reshapes your foundation, strengthens your core, expands your spirit sea.”
She raised her chin, glowing with feminine pride.
“Even at the peak of Black Gold Rank, I can crush most Legend-ranked demon beasts with a single strike. And it’s all thanks to Nephew Fei’s relentless pounding—his gift.”
Shen Fei leaned forward, voice calm and amused.
“You still think it’s about submission, Lanrou,” he said. “But it’s about power. About evolution. She serves me because I make her better than she ever dreamed of becoming.”
Shen Xiu nodded.
“I gave him everything—and in return, he made me stronger than anyone else.”
She stepped even closer to Lanrou, her voice lowering.
“You envy me, don’t you?”
Lanrou’s throat tightened.
“You saw me broken… and yet, stronger. Devoted… and yet, powerful.”
Shen Xiu whispered with a soft smile, “You hate me because deep down… You want to take my place.”
Lanrou stood frozen.
Shen Xiu’s voice was soft, but piercing.
“You hate what you saw because it disturbed something inside you. Because some part of you wanted it to be you on your knees.”
“Shut up,” Lanrou snapped, stepping back.
Shen Xiu followed.
“You keep telling yourself it’s wrong that I’m filthy. That I’ve fallen. But deep down, you know what it felt like watching me get pounded into the floor like I was nothing.”
She smiled, serene.
“And it made you wet.”
Lanrou’s breath caught.
Her face burned. Her knees trembled. And the worst part was—she didn’t have a response.
Because it was true.
She had touched herself the night before. Remembering what she saw.
Over and over.
Shen Fei stepped beside her, leaned close, and whispered near her ear.
“Don’t fight it, Lanrou. You’re already breaking. And when you do… I’ll be waiting.”
Lanrou stood there frozen, breathing hard, fists clenched.
Shen Xiu stepped past her, brushing against her shoulder.
When she reached the door, she looked back.
“You’ll understand soon,” she said softly. “What does it mean to belong to him truly?”
Then she left.
Leaving Huyan Lanrou alone in the room, with only her confusion, her arousal, and Shen Fei’s eyes watching her with quiet, inevitable dominance.
Shen Fei let his gaze linger on Huyan Lanrou one last time.
Her delicate face was tight with confusion, her brows furrowed, fists clenched at her sides. She didn’t even seem to realize that Shen Xiu had already left.
He smiled—not mockingly, but with quiet certainty.
Then, without a word, he turned and walked out.
The door clicked shut behind him.
And she was left alone.
The once-bustling classroom now stood hollow and silent. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long, golden shadows across the empty desks. But Huyan Lanrou stood frozen, her mind anything but calm.
Her thoughts spiraled.
“Dual Cultivation Physique…?”
“Stronger with every session…?”
Her heart beat faster, not with lust, but with fear.
Fear of choice.
She bit her lower lip, eyes staring blankly at the podium where Shen Xiu had spoken just moments ago—proudly proclaiming her loyalty, submission… and rise in strength.
“She was Silver rank… just like me… and now she’s peak Black Gold?”
Lanrou’s breathing grew unsteady.
She closed her eyes.
Images flashed in her mind—visions from the past.
Girls weeping.
Reputations ruined.
Talents wasted.
All linked to Shen Fei’s name.
She had always kept her distance, always held herself above him—aloof, untouchable.
A proud genius of the Huyan family. A future protector of Glory City.
And yet—
“He’s the kind of man I should despise.”
“But he’s also the kind of man… who could make me strong enough to protect everything.”
Her hand trembled slightly at her side.
Lanrou thought of her clan. Of the stories passed down from elders about past beast tides. About how entire families were wiped out simply because they weren’t strong enough.
“What if it happens again?”
“What if I can’t protect anyone?”
And then… the image of Shen Xiu returned—on her knees, broken… yet smiling. Stronger than ever before.
Lanrou’s pride screamed in resistance.
“No! I’m not like her.”
But her heart whispered back:
“Not yet.”
She sank slowly into her seat, burying her face in her hands as the golden light spilled over her motionless form.
Caught between two truths.
Pride or power.
Dignity or survival.
…………….
Not yet.
But the seed had been planted.
And it was growing.
The silence in the classroom stretched.
Shen Fei had long since left. Shen Xiu’s soft, fading footsteps were now a distant memory.
Yet Huyan Lanrou remained frozen—standing alone, the weight of invisible choices pressing down on her proud shoulders.
She stared at the empty space where Shen Fei had stood moments ago, where Shen Xiu had confessed—no, declared—her loyalty and transformation with unwavering pride.
Lanrou clenched her fists tighter.
“That woman… that shameless woman…”
And yet—
No matter how many times she told herself it was disgusting… her mind betrayed her.
Again.
And again.
She saw Shen Xiu on her knees—but this time, it wasn’t Shen Xiu.
It was her.
Her pale fingers gripping Shen Fei’s thighs… her lips stretching around his thick shaft… her eyes watery but obedient as he groaned above her, calling her a good girl.
Lanrou shuddered.
Her breathing hitched. Her legs pressed together unconsciously. A heat began to bloom low in her belly—foreign, unwelcome, and yet impossible to deny.
She shook her head quickly—violently.
“No,” she whispered aloud, breathless. “That’s not me…”
But the more she denied it, the clearer the image became.
She pictured herself pinned beneath Shen Fei’s body in her own bed, her legs spread, her voice breaking as she begged for more.
She saw herself gasping beneath him, her cultivation base surging with each punishing thrust.
“If I had his power… I could be stronger than my father… stronger than anyone in the Huyan family…”
“I could kill every demon beast that dares touch Glory City…”
“But at what cost?”
She bit her lip hard, too hard. The faint taste of blood pulled her briefly back to reality.
She was breathing heavily now. Her hands gripped the edge of her desk. Her thighs pressed tightly together.
Her heart was racing not from disgust…
But from desire.
And that terrified her more than anything.
“I’m not like Shen Xiu…”
But her subconscious had already started to replace her.
Not out of lust alone—but because deep down, Lanrou craved the strength that came with surrender.
She sat down slowly, burying her face in her trembling hands, ashamed and aroused, proud and powerless—all at once.
In the quiet of the empty classroom…
Huyan Lanrou began to fall.
And she didn’t even realize it.
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