Tempest of the Battlefield Chapter 201: A Night of Passion

Chapter 201: A Night of Pa.s.sion

Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

What was fascinating about the development was the fact that the public seemed to be more interested in Samantha and w.a.n.g Ben than w.a.n.g Tong.

w.a.n.g Ben always had been at the focal point of the public’s attention. His recent ascension to the Sixth Tier had granted him an aura enough to impress even the Military personals. His success also gave the face to his father, General Hu Ben. No one blamed the general’s son even after his defeat, as they understood that failure was merely part of a fighter's life.

It was generally accepted that although a fighter could improve his or her tactics and techniques over time, the overall strength of one’s soul energy was set. The military experts were impressed by w.a.n.g Ben’s soul energy. After careful observation of the fighting footage between w.a.n.g Ben and Flash, some experts even concluded that w.a.n.g Ben's soul energy had exceeded that of his father in his youth.

In addition to studying w.a.n.g Ben’s fighting footage, the experts were also very interested in the unique fighting style of Karl. Although the experts debated over the superiority of the two fighting styles, they all agreed that Ayrlarng’s former glory had been fully restored.

w.a.n.g Tong didn’t care about the lack of attention given to him; he could only think of one thing: his date with Samantha. w.a.n.g Tong woke up early in the morning after the golden blur of light had finished circling his body. He had already recovered much of his consciousness and thought that he could use a few more round of tactics to recuperate. But the golden glow disappeared.

The nurses carried w.a.n.g Tong out and then informed Samantha about his recovery.

"Ugh… What is that smell?"

"Did he p.o.o.p in there?"

"It smells like it!"

"Eww, hurry up! Clean it! Gross!"

"We need to sanitize it! Complete sanitization!"

w.a.n.g Tong didn’t smell the horrible stench from parts of his body until he was somewhat cleaned. A few more minutes later, he felt like a newborn baby, clean inside out.

He then remembered that the golden hue had conducted a complete overhaul of his internal systems. It was the second time he had experienced this and smelled the stench, the first time being on the planet of Norton.

While the nurses continued their job, w.a.n.g Tong searched deep inside for that golden glow but to no avail. w.a.n.g Tong was struggling to think of anything that could traverse inside a cultivator’s sea of consciousness when a wild guess occurred to him: the glow could be the spirit of the Blade Warriors. They had sensed w.a.n.g Tong’s life was on a thread and therefore came to the aid of their successor.

Finding that his theory was perhaps far-fetched, w.a.n.g Tong decided to drop the thought and enjoy his bubble bath. He liked the fragrance of the body wash and agreed that when no one was watching, he would bottle some up for later uses.

Joy stuck him again when the nurses gave him a set of new clothing.

"FREE new s.h.i.+rt! Awesome!" He thought to himself.

w.a.n.g Tong looked at his image in the mirror, adjusting the new s.h.i.+rt around his body. His wounds still ached as he did so, but it was not unbearable.

When he was ready, he opened the door and found Samantha’s sa.s.sy looking figure greet his eyes at the entrance. w.a.n.g Tong zeroed in and embraced her immediately. Before Samantha was able to utter a word, w.a.n.g Tong laid a finger across her lips.

"Shush...The wall has ears."

Samantha rolled her eyes; being discrete had never been w.a.n.g Tong’s strong suit.

Body against body, w.a.n.g Tong could no longer contain his burning desire, so he kissed Samantha deeply. Samantha didn’t resist. He had been trapped inside for too long, and had almost forgotten how sweet Samantha’s kiss felt.

The two of them spent a long time together in the medical lab, rekindling the flames. When they finally finished their business and walked out of the lab, they were relieved to find out that their absence did not seem to raise any questions. The students had already left days ago, and only Samantha stood behind. After the doctor had informed her that w.a.n.g Tong would wake up in a few days, she decided to push interviews aside and wait for w.a.n.g Tong's recovery. She made the decision not only because she needed to stay with w.a.n.g Tong during this critical time, but also because she never found this propaganda useful. She believed that only by walking the talk could she be able to secure the future for Ayrlarng.

"What kind of ‘business’ shall we attend to today?" w.a.n.g Tong threw Samantha a glace that clearly was an invitation.

"Not THAT kind of business."

The two of them walked together, and soon, w.a.n.g Tong felt the urge to kiss Samantha again so when there was no one around, w.a.n.g Tong rose to the opportunity to steal a kiss from Samantha’s soft and cushy lips.

Samantha was not expecting that, and her little resistance was futile. She felt a slight remorse for starting this relations.h.i.+p, but she also knew that by then it was already too late. Her mental resistance was as venerable as physical under w.a.n.g Tong’s a.s.sault.

The kiss marked the beginning of their first official date. Following w.a.n.g Tong's lead, she tried almost everything that was considered fun by a teenager: arcade machines, basketball. Samantha was quickly invested in all the games, and she found that it was much more fun to play with a living person than robots as she did in her childhood.

Samantha couldn’t remember how many times she laughed today. On any given day, she would find the artistic style of the Capth’s campus rigid and boring. But somehow, their laughter was able to trans.m.u.te this old and tiring school into a colorful and exciting carnival.

After the dinner, the pair arrived at a hotel that Samantha had booked ahead of time. She found their stay in Capth uncustomary, if not inappropriate during their post-match celebration.

w.a.n.g Tong jumped onto a large bed and let his body sank.

"Get your dirty a.s.s out of my bed. Yours is next door."

"Ouch… my wound… I am afraid I can’t move." w.a.n.g Tong winced. He sounded as convincing as a poor salesman on his first day of work, but fortunately for him, Samantha was blinded by love and was ready to buy anything that he had to sell.

"Don’t move, let me see what’s going on."

As soon as Samantha get closer to w.a.n.g Tong, she found herself in a firm embrace. The room suddenly became quiet, as the two listened to each other’s young and restless breaths.

Samantha could read the desire in w.a.n.g Tong’s eyes, so she let her body relax and lowered her head into w.a.n.g Tong’s chest. w.a.n.g Tong picked up the cue and started to unb.u.t.ton Samantha’s clothes and then peeled them off like an eggsh.e.l.l, revealing the tender, soft white. A euphoria short through w.a.n.g Tong’s body when he saw two impressive peaks, half covered in intricately laced bras, set squarely in front of his eyes. The euphoria then turned into heat in his body and started to emanate out, slowly baking this fruit of young love into a delicious pie.

w.a.n.g Tong caressed one of the b.r.e.a.s.t.s gently through the padding. He could feel the softness of her breast and a faint suggestion of something small but firm and aroused in the middle of his palms. w.a.n.g Tong’s other hand traced along the bra and found the lock that kept the final secrets of the night. Inexperienced and in a hurry, w.a.n.g Tong’s first attempt broke the lock. His unbearable urge made Samantha's skin tingled and warm.

She shut the light, and in the darkness, they took each other's breath away.

w.a.n.g Tong woke up with Samantha’s body in his arms; he realized that he was a man now.

Samantha snuggled up to w.a.n.g Tong. It had well pa.s.sed her usual waking up time, but the warmth and comfort of w.a.n.g Tong's arms made her want to stay in bed as long as she could.

As w.a.n.g Tong traced along the silky skin, and a flame rekindled inside of him.

"Want to do it again?"

It was more of a demand than a question.

"No, just snuggle like this."

"Just one more time. It will be good, I promise."

"...not unless you promise that you will be more gentle."

It surprised even w.a.n.g Tong how quickly she had agreed to it. So they burned the rest of their bodily desires in the bed and didn’t get up until around noon.

When Samantha lifted the blanket, they both saw a pool of red on the bed sheet.

"What are you staring at? It’s all your fault!" Samantha cried out. Her childish tone surprised herself. The taste of the forbidden fruit had turned her into a teenage girl.

She was fearful of this change, as the weight of Ayrlarng's future felt heavy on her shoulder. But she was determined to accommodate the two drastically different roles: a lover and princ.i.p.al.

"Can I keep it?" w.a.n.g Tong asked, pointing at the sheet.

"Not in a million years! You little p.r.i.c.k" Samantha threw the bed sheets into her s.p.a.ce crystal.

"Mind your words, princ.i.p.al." A grin flashed across w.a.n.g Tong’s face.

"You little s.h.i.+t, you are asking for it!" Samantha jumped onto the bed, and the two rolled around until w.a.n.g Tong was again on top of her.

"Stop, I am starving, no more funny business!"

"Well, not if you agree that I am the princ.i.p.al at home, and you will obey my orders in bed."

"Fine, fine! You are the princ.i.p.al when we are in bed. " Samantha said unwillingly as she shot w.a.n.g Tong a stern glance.

After a hearty breakfast, w.a.n.g Tong set off to the airport by himself, while Samantha waited for the next flight for the sake of being discrete. Although their affair was not illegal, it might give unnecessary pressure to both of them.

Samantha sat by the window as she watched the disappearing figure of w.a.n.g Tong in the distance; a sweet smile found her lips. Like any other girl, Samantha had dreamed of her prince charming on his white stallion, but she had never been able to find him, until now.

A sweet ache rose inside her. She knew that it was going to be a b.u.mpy ride on this prince charming's white stallion.