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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 29 Rising Fame, Rising Lust.
🕑 Added 2025-05-22 13:03:43 +0000 UTCSoon, nearly every student from the Genius Class had gathered at the library's entrance.
They entered one by one, their footsteps hushed, their eyes filled with anticipation and fear.
And at the center of it all—like a monarch seated on an invisible throne—was Shen Fei.
He stood calmly near the same shelves he’d been exploring for days, flipping through a thick book with one hand while the other rested idly at his side.
The students surrounded him, but none dared to get too close. They hovered in a respectful semi-circle several feet away, whispering nervously, waiting for someone—anyone—to make the first move.
Eventually, a small group stepped forward.
They were the heirs of noble and aristocratic families—those with enough pride to swallow their fear, but not enough arrogance to pretend they didn’t need what Shen Fei could offer.
Shen Fei didn’t look up until he heard the faintest clearing of a throat.
“Umm…”
His crimson eyes lifted from the page, cold and quiet as they locked onto the group.
The moment his gaze landed on them, the confidence they’d mustered began to crumble. Shoulders tensed. Backs straightened. Sweat beaded at their temples.
Finally, one of them stammered out the question.
“S-Shen Fei… we… w-we were wondering… could we also receive cultivation techniques like the one you gave to Chen Linjian?”
The others held their breath.
There was a long pause. Then—
“Yes. You can.”
The words were simple, but they carried immense weight.
Relief flashed across their faces. Almost immediately, soul crystals were produced—each one freshly purchased, glowing faintly with potential.
“Inject your soul force into the crystal,” Shen Fei instructed.
The students obeyed without hesitation.
One by one, they pressed the crystals to their palms and channeled their soul force inside. As the energy entered, each crystal began to change—patterns formed, colors swirled, and a unique glow emerged within.
Shen Fei's eyes, sharp and unwavering, examined every detail.
He didn’t touch the crystals. He didn’t need to.
By merely observing the transformation of the soul crystals, he could see everything—the student’s soul form, elemental attribute, realm depth, and raw cultivation potential.
It was a terrifying demonstration of his perception and mastery.
After a few moments of study, Shen Fei retrieved matching scrolls from his spatial ring—each one tailored precisely to the student’s soul composition.
“These techniques are far superior to anything you’ll find in Glory City,” he said flatly, handing them over. “Train well.”
The students bowed repeatedly as they accepted the scrolls, gratitude glowing on their faces.
Then they sat down right there in the library, too excited to wait. With soul crystals still in hand, they began circulating soul force and chanting the mnemonics.
The others watched in silence.
They wanted to approach.
But they didn’t dare.
Shen Fei simply ignored them.
‘If they lack the courage to stand before me,’ he thought, ‘then they’re not worth my time.’
As more and more students tested the techniques on the spot, some seated themselves cross-legged right there in the library, soul crystals in hand, chanting mnemonics under their breath.
Only a few minutes passed before loud whispers and excited exclamations began to fill the air.
“Wow… so amazing!”
“This is more than five times faster than my old technique!”
“My soul force… it feels denser, more refined!”
“I can already sense my soul realm expanding!”
Buzzing voices rose all around, disbelief giving way to joy.
Until—
“Silence.”
Shen Fei’s voice cut through the noise like a blade.
All movement stopped.
The students froze. Mouths shut. Eyes turned to him with sudden dread.
The joyful atmosphere vanished in an instant, replaced by a tense, reverent hush—as if they had just offended a god.
Shen Fei’s gaze swept over the room slowly.
“Don’t make noise in the library,” he said coldly. “If you want to practice, go outside. Don’t disturb my study time again.”
Without protest, the students scrambled to their feet.
Those who had received techniques moved swiftly toward the exit, eager to continue their cultivation outside. Even those who hadn’t dared approach him followed quietly, not wanting to anger him further—or miss another opportunity.
In less than a minute, the library was empty again.
Shen Fei stood alone, calm and composed, surrounded by silence once more.
Just the way he liked it.
Days passed in a steady rhythm.
Every morning, Shen Fei would come to the library, where students awaited him with eager eyes and heavy purses.
One by one, they would offer soul crystals infused with their soul force along with demon spirit coins. In return, he’d analyze their forms, attributes, and potential—and provide them with powerful, tailor-made cultivation techniques.
In just over a week, Shen Fei’s reputation had become untouchable within the Genius Class.
He had become both a symbol of power and a gatekeeper of rapid growth.
And while they came for knowledge, none dared to forget who he was—what he was.
With so many students visiting him daily, his wealth exploded. Nearly every technique sold brought in tens of millions in demon spirit coins. At this rate, the number was rising beyond what most noble families could even imagine.
Meanwhile, his own learning had not slowed.
If anything, it had accelerated.
Every spare moment between consultations, Shen Fei immersed himself in reading. His mind was a furnace—refining, absorbing, connecting every scrap of ancient knowledge.
By now, he had already read almost one-fifth of the entire Holy Orchid Institute library.
His mental database was staggering. His understanding of cultivation, battle techniques, ancient soul theory, forbidden alchemy, and more had reached a level that scholars decades older hadn’t even touched.
And yet… despite all that—
His mood remained sour.
Because while his knowledge grew and his coin piles soared…
His bed remained cold.
‘Tch. Ever since I came to this damned institute, I haven’t fucked a single girl,’ he thought, closing another book with just a bit too much force. ‘I miss my obedient little sluts—Yang Xin, Shen Xiu… always willing, always eager.’
He leaned back, eyes narrowing.
‘I thought I’d conquer Huyan Lanrou quickly. Make her my personal cocksleeve within the first few days here. But that arrogant bitch… she’s more stubborn than I expected.’
Just the memory of her glare made his blood stir—not with fear, but with challenge.
‘So haughty. So proud. Always looking at me like I’m filth beneath her boots.’
His jaw clenched slightly, eyes flashing.
‘But she’ll break. Eventually. Even the proudest noble flowers bloom the hardest when their stems finally snap.’
He smirked.
For now, he would wait.
Study.
Build.
And strike when the moment came.
It had only been a week since Shen Fei arrived at the Holy Orchid Institute, yet his name had already spread like wildfire.
Tales of his overwhelming talent and genius had reached beyond the institute’s walls, echoing through the city like legend in the making.
So much so that the principal had even sat down with the city lord himself.
They discussed the possibility of supplying demon spirit coins from the city’s funds, on behalf of the poorer students, so that Shen Fei could grant them cultivation techniques tailored to their attributes. But the decision was still pending, tangled in the usual bureaucracy.
Meanwhile, Huyan Lanrou had not shown her face again since that day.
……..
The sun filtered softly through the high-arched windows of the Holy Orchid Institute’s courtyard, casting warm golden hues on the finely trimmed hedges and blossoming spirit flowers.
A gentle breeze rustled the petals, carrying with it the distant chatter of students moving between classes.
Huyan Lanrou, dressed in pink princess clothes, walked calmly along the stone pathway lined with ornamental spirit trees.
Her gait was poised as ever, chin lifted, eyes distant, radiating her usual aloof pride. She had deliberately kept her distance from Shen Fei for the past week, convincing herself that he wasn’t worth her time.
But deep within her chest, an unfamiliar restlessness stirred.
As she neared the outer corridor beside the girls' dormitory gardens, the giggles and voices of a few female students floated to her ears.
They hadn’t noticed her yet, gathered in a semicircle on a bench shaded by a flowering tree.
Lanrou slowed her steps, her instincts pricking with curiosity despite herself.
“...he looked through the soul crystal and gave me a cultivation technique that instantly matched my spiritual roots. My soul force started circulating better than ever before,” whispered a delicate girl with twin braids, excitement sparkling in her voice. “It’s only been five days, and I can already feel my second breakthrough coming!”
Another girl sighed wistfully. “You’re lucky. Shen Fei charges so much... Ten thousand demon spirit coins just for the consultation. And if you want the personalized technique written out—another ten thousand! And it's only benefits for girls, he charged in millions for boys.”
“But it’s worth every coin,” a third chimed in. “Even the principal is trying to arrange funding so poor students can access his knowledge. I heard even the city lord is involved now!”
Huyan Lanrou’s footsteps faltered. Her sharp brows twitched subtly.
They were speaking about Shen Fei—again.
A fourth girl leaned closer to the others, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You didn’t hear it from me, but they say he’s not just talented—he’s... intense. Some girls say just standing near him makes their knees weak. That presence of his... It's overwhelming. He doesn't even look at you like you're a person—more like a possession.”
The other girls shivered with a mix of thrill and unease.
“Rumor is he even turned down Elder Su’s granddaughter. Said she wasn’t worthy of learning from him. Can you imagine?”
Huyan Lanrou’s lips parted slightly, her chest tightening.
Her pride warred with something else—something more profound.
That day in the hall when he had looked at her—no, through her—his words still echoed in her mind. He had spoken with such terrifying confidence, like everything, including her, would one day be his.
She had walked away, head held high. But now, hearing all this…
She clenched her hands at her sides, nails digging slightly into her palms.
“Still,” one girl added, “I wonder who he really teaches beyond closed doors. I mean… girls go into his private study, and no one ever sees what happens inside. They just come out... flushed, glowing, sometimes limping.”
Giggles erupted again.
“I’d pay more than coins for that kind of private lesson...” one of them teased, making the others gasp in mock horror.
Lanrou turned abruptly and walked away, her heart pounding for reasons she refused to admit. The distant voices faded behind her, but their words clung to her like a heat she couldn’t shake.
“Glowing. Flushed. Sometimes limping.”
Her pace quickened.
Something was awakening inside her—an anger, a curiosity, a sense of challenge.
No matter how much she tried to ignore it, Shen Fei’s name refused to leave her mind.
………..
Shen Fei sat calmly in the library, immersed in ancient texts, when a familiar yet unexpected sensation brushed against his awareness—his divine sense flaring as it picked up Shen Xiu’s presence within the institute grounds.
The moment her name passed through his mind, a rush of lust flared within him. Just imagining her seductive, submissive curves, the way her body writhed under his command, made his cock twitch. Still, he kept his composure, eyes on the pages.
‘My obedient aunt will come crawling back to me on her own. There’s no need for me to chase her. She must be yearning for my cock just as much as I crave her tight, sinful pussy.’
After finishing the book in front of him, Shen Fei rose and casually walked to the next shelf, picking up another thick tome.
The section he was in held texts written in lost languages—obscure knowledge that barely anyone could read—so it was deserted, just how he liked it.
He continued studying in tranquil silence for three full hours.
No one dared to disturb him anymore. Those who could afford his personally selected cultivation techniques had already paid. As for those who couldn’t, they no longer dared to loiter around the library in hopes of getting lucky.
Just as he flipped to another page, warm fingers suddenly covered his eyes from behind.
A breath, soft and hot, tickled his ear as a sultry voice whispered with a teasing lilt:
“Guess who I am?”
A slow, knowing smile spread across Shen Fei’s lips.
He gently closed the book, slid it back onto the shelf, then without turning around, reached back and grabbed the wrist of the woman behind him. With a single motion, he spun her to face him.
Shen Xiu.
Their bodies collided with familiar intimacy—her voluptuous form pressing flush against him. Her full breasts were squeezed against his chest, soft yet firm, and already eager for attention. Her breath hitched at their sudden closeness.
Shen Fei leaned down, brushing his lips just beside her ear as he murmured with a dark chuckle, “Is there even a need to guess, my obedient little fuck toy?”
His words sent a visible shiver through her body.
He slid his hands down to her plump ass, gripping and kneading her flesh possessively, molding it to his will like he had so many times before.
“Tell me,” he growled, voice low and filled with amusement, “did you miss my cock, slut? A whole week without getting properly plowed must’ve made your tight little hole ache, didn’t it, Aunt?”
Shen Xiu whimpered softly, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with longing.
But before she could respond, his lips crashed into hers—hungry, dominant, and searing hot.
They stood wrapped in each other in that secluded corner, hidden by shelves and ancient texts. His kiss devoured her, his tongue plunging past her lips as if claiming what was already his.
Her knees weakened, but his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her pressed against the firm lines of his body.
His hands roamed freely, squeezing, exploring, remembering every inch of the body he had claimed countless times before.
No one was around. No one dared to be.
And even if someone had been—Shen Fei wouldn’t have stopped.
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