The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 175

Bai Ruoxi wore a fitted white long-sleeved blouse with delicate patterns near the buttons, paired with a light-colored pencil skirt. Though simple and professional—typical of her work attire—the outfit still accentuated her perfect hourglass figure with breathtaking elegance.

By now, however, the ensemble was half-undone. Buttons scattered across the bathroom floor like pearls, their delicate clinking drowned out by heavy breathing. The skirt had already slipped down her smooth thighs, revealing lacy purple lingerie that made her blush even as it ignited Jiang Fei’s hunger.

Her fashion sense extended beyond outerwear—Bai Ruoxi’s lingerie choices always struck the perfect balance between class and provocation, a talent Jiang Fei deeply appreciated.

When the last scraps of fabric fluttered away, her initial protests melted into breathy moans. Pressed against the tiled wall with her swan-like neck arched back, she clung weakly to Jiang Fei’s broad shoulders as he lavished attention on her chest with lips and hands alike.

“Ah!” She gasped when strong hands lifted her hips, her body shuddering at the sudden fullness. After months apart, the sensation bordered on overwhelming—a dizzying rush that shattered into electric pleasure as Jiang Fei began moving.

The rhythmic slap of skin merged with their mingled breaths until Jiang Fei captured her parted lips in a searing kiss.

“Mmm… liar,” she murmured between breaths. “I thought we were showering?”

“Shower later,” he growled. “Right now, I’m having my first course.”

“Ah! Not so—oh!—rough! Have you been working out? You feel… bigger…”

“Six months of pent-up energy, sweetheart. Tonight, you’re paying every bit of interest.”

“We’ll see about that,” she challenged, nails digging into his back. “They say the ox tires before the field wears out.”

“Oh? Let’s test that theory.”

What followed was an hour-long campaign that marched from bathroom to bed, to chair, and back again—until the normally unflappable news anchor found herself bent over the vanity, watching her own flushed reflection with dazed eyes.

Eventually, even Bai Ruoxi’s competitive spirit succumbed to exhaustion. “I surrender,” she panted, limbs boneless as Jiang Fei carried her to the bathtub.

“Convinced now?” he teased, tracing circles on her oversensitive skin.

“How… are you this strong?” she slurred, head lolling against his shoulder. “Did you join some elite gym while I was gone?”

Jiang Fei smirked. His enhanced physique—a side effect of his system upgrades—had certainly tipped the scales in his favor. Where their past encounters had been closely matched, tonight had been pure domination.

The warm bath revived her slightly—just enough for Jiang Fei to press against her anew.

“No more!” She scooted backward. “I’m… swollen!”

“But we’ve gone seven rounds before,” he protested.

“Not with you feeling like a damn stallion!” she whined, the uncharacteristic plea making him chuckle.

“Fine,” he conceded before whispering an alternative into her ear.

“Absolutely not!” Her blush deepened.

“Your choice, princess. Either we improvise, or I resume.”

What followed was a comedic struggle—Bai Ruoxi’s initial refusal giving way to reluctant cooperation, then genuine frustration when her efforts proved insufficient.

“Are you… part machine now?” she groaned after fifteen fruitless minutes, rubbing her sore jaw.

Jiang Fei grimaced in equal parts pride and agony. “Maybe try… the notebook method?”

“The what—oh.” Understanding dawned as he gestured at her chest. “You’re insatiable!”

Yet when she finally relented, the resulting climax left them both breathless—Bai Ruoxi staring at the mess across her décolletage with exhausted indignation.

“Mission… accomplished,” Jiang Fei declared, collapsing beside her.

Bai Ruoxi could only whimper in response, making a mental note to never again underestimate his… endurance.