"Rongrong," Song Qing began, his voice calm and measured, "could you, through your clan's network, inform to Liu Erlong that I would like to meet with her in that forest you mentioned."
Ning Rongrong nodded quickly, her cyan eyes already sparkling with anticipation at being entrusted with such a task. "Of course, Qing! That's no problem at all."
She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment. "I'll arrange it under the name of… let's say… a distant relative from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Someone who wouldn't raise any suspicion. That way, no one, not even Liu Erlong, will know that it's the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Song Qing, who wants to meet her."
Song Qing smiled, a genuine warmth spreading through him. He quite liked Ning Rongrong's quick thinking and her consideration for keeping his identity concealed. He nodded his head gently, a gesture of his satisfaction.
"That's perfect, Rongrong. Thank you," he said sincerely.
Ning Rongrong beamed, pleased with his praise. "But Qing," she asked, her brow furrowing with concern, "who will you take with you to that forest? You're only at the Soul King rank, with a soul power of 57. You won't be able to fight against Liu Erlong if she attacks you. She's a Soul Douluo with a soul power of 81!" Her voice held a note of worry.
Song Qing shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, though he had already considered this. "I was thinking of only taking Senior Dugu Bo with me, but he'll stay near the edge of the forest. I'll send him a signal if I need any assistance."
He paused, then added, "Also, with my teacher now here in Heaven Dou City, even if Tang Hao were to appear near Liu Erlong's location and target me, she would have no trouble making her way there in time."
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a look. Taking Senior Dugu Bo as a backup was indeed a sensible idea. However, Ning Rongrong's worry for Song Qing's safety hadn't completely dissipated.
"But Qing," she whispered, her cyan eyes pleading, "I'm still a bit worried. I'll personally go and beg Grandpa Bone or Grandpa Sword to accompany you. If either of them comes along, I would feel much more relieved about your safety."
Song Qing smiled and gently gestured for Ning Rongrong to come closer. He stopped hugging Zhu Zhuqing so tightly, using that hand to pat Ning Rongrong's head affectionately.
"You're such a good girl, Rongrong," he whispered, his verdant eyes filled with warmth. "But there's really no need for that. Both your grandpas need to stay at the clan and remain on guard. After all, if they aren't there… then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan might be vulnerable to an attack from Tang Hao."
He knew that while Tang Hao wouldn't be able to outright defeat the powerful clan with its numerous members and the incredible amplification abilities of their spirit, the Clear Sky Douluo was more than capable of launching a devastating hit-and-run attack, causing significant damage. That was a scenario he wanted to avoid at all costs.
"But Qing," Ning Rongrong whispered, her voice filled with concern, "I don't want to see you get injured either."
Song Qing shook his head gently, his smile reassuring. "Don't worry so much, silly girl. I have my own trump cards for this. I'll be fine."
With that, Ning Rongrong had to be satisfied with Song Qing's reasoning, though a small seed of worry still lingered in her heart.
Song Qing then settled back against the pillows on the bed, pulling both girls closer into his arms. "Alright," he said, his voice laced with a playful tone, "I've patted your heads long enough. Now, it's your turn to do something to please me and make me happy."
A wide, devilish smile spread across Zhu Zhuqing's face. Her plump, voluptuous body, with its impressively large bust, slender waist, and curvaceous hips, seemed to radiate a sensual energy. Ning Rongrong, with her delicate yet slender physique and truly cute appearance, mirrored Zhu Zhuqing's smile, her cyan eyes sparkling with mischief.
They both seemed to instinctively understand what he desired. Zhu Zhuqing shifted closer, pressing her ample chest against his arm, her lips trailing kisses across his body, occasionally nipping his skin playfully like a cat. Ning Rongrong, with a soft sigh, took his hand in hers, her delicate fingers gently exploring his palm before moving to massage his arm with a knowing touch.
Song Qing let out soft moans of pleasure as the two girls expertly teased and tantalized him with their beautiful, sensual bodies. They seemed to revel in the feeling of his skin beneath their touch, their voices filled with a heartfelt joy as they used their bodies to bring pleasure to their beloved Qing.
"Do you like this, Qing?" Zhu Zhuqing purred, her breath warm against his ear as she gently bit his earlobe.
"Does this make you happy, Qing?" Ning Rongrong whispered, her delicate hand moving with practiced ease, eliciting another soft moan from him.
Both girls looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. They were united in their desire to please Song Qing, their earlier rivalry momentarily forgotten in the shared intimacy of the moment. They continued their ministrations, their smiles widening as they felt his body respond to their touch, their hearts filled with a sweet satisfaction at being able to bring so much pleasure to the one they loved.
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The trio lay on the bed, their breaths coming in soft, contented sighs. The earlier playful energy had given way to a comfortable stillness. Song Qing looked at the two beautiful girls beside him, a wave of affection washing over him, quickly followed by a familiar pang of guilt.
"Zhuqing… Rongrong…" Song Qing began, his verdant eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and unease. "I know… you're not clueless. You must know that I like both of you… a lot. But you also know that I care deeply for Sister Yan, Sister Lingling, and even Senior Sister Liena."
He paused, his gaze becoming introspective. "Why… why don't you blame me? Why do you still continue to like me so much? The more I think about it from your perspective, I feel like… like I'm just a scumbag. The only thing I'm doing is probably hurting you both. And it causes me a lot of guilt recently." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, filled with genuine remorse.
Both Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were visibly startled by Song Qing's sudden and heartfelt confession. They exchanged a quick glance, their expressions a mixture of surprise and concern.
Zhu Zhuqing, ever the more pragmatic of the two, was the first to respond. She shifted slightly, her dark eyes meeting Song Qing's with a calm understanding.
"Qing," she said softly, her voice devoid of any anger or resentment, "I don't really mind this sort of thing. It's not as though I was expecting to be your only lover."
She paused, a hint of a smile touching her lips. "My own Zhu Family has a history of… well, polygamy. And considering our family's close ties to the Imperial Family, where such relationships are quite common… it's not something that bothers me all that much. I just want you to continue to pay attention to me, to love me."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a slow, sensual whisper. "And fortunately," she added, a hint of pride in her tone, "I have a figure that seems to attract your attention quite nicely. So, I'm happy with that."
Ning Rongrong's response, however, was more complex, filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Her cyan eyes flickered between Song Qing and Zhu Zhuqing, a hint of sadness mixed with her usual bright demeanor.
"Well," she began, taking a deep breath, "it's not like I don't mind that you like other women, Qing. After all," she huffed playfully, "you should be completely satisfied with the fact that you are receiving my love! Honestly!"
She paused, her expression softening as she looked at him again. "But… I still can't bring myself to ever get truly angry at you, Qing. I don't really know why, but… I like you so much that I… I think I prioritize your happiness over my own."
She frowned slightly, as if trying to articulate her feelings more precisely. "No… that's not quite right either. Instead, I… I see my own happiness in your happiness. And if liking your other girlfriends makes you happy, then… then naturally, I would want to help you with that." Her voice was filled with a genuine sincerity that touched Song Qing deeply.
Song Qing looked at both of them, his verdant eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. "So… it feels as though you're both saying that you won't really mind me… being with other girls… as long as I continue to like you and pay more attention to you?"
Ning Rongrong muttered under her breath, a small, almost exasperated smile on her lips. "This silly dummy finally gets it."
Then, a new thought crossed Song Qing's mind, a more challenging question that had been nagging at him. "But what if… what if I were to have intimate time with women whom I don't even consider as my girlfriends? What would you think then?"
Zhu Zhuqing, without hesitation, leaned closer and whispered in his ear, her voice low and sultry, "I wouldn't mind it at all, Qing. As long as you come back to me."
But Ning Rongrong's answer was surprising, completely unexpected. Her cyan eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Song Qing with a firm, almost pleading expression.
"Just… just don't let me find out about it, okay, Qing?" she said, her voice a little shaky. "Keep it hidden from me forever! If I don't know, then it won't hurt as much."
Song Qing was genuinely startled by Ning Rongrong's honest and vulnerable response. He reached out, gently cupping her cheek with his hand, his verdant eyes filled with tenderness. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Thank you, Rongrong," he whispered sincerely. He then turned to Zhu Zhuqing and did the same, pressing a kiss to her cheek as well. "And thank you, Zhuqing, for answering my questions so honestly."
He looked at both of them, his heart swelling with affection. "I love you both," he confessed, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "I will always love you."
Tears welled up in Ning Rongrong's cyan eyes, and a soft smile bloomed on Zhu Zhuqing's face. They both reciprocated his feelings, their voices thick with emotion as they confessed their own love for him, nuzzling their heads against his chest, holding him close in their embrace.