novelraw Chapter 548: Lightning Tribulation Strikes the Empress
Chapter 548: Lightning Tribulation Strikes the Empress
The lively and energetic music gradually faded, and an odd silence settled over the private room.
Xiao Jing’s raised arms slowly dropped down, and the round band-aid with its shocking placement was quietly hidden beneath her falling shirt.
The wild, provocative expression on her face quickly vanished, replaced by her usual sweet, quiet, and harmless look.
Her face flushed red from the intense movement, her fair skin glowing softly under the gentle light.
She panted and stuck out her tongue slightly, looking incredibly cute.
Xu Qing’s mouth unconsciously formed a round “O” shape.
She felt like her worldview had just been smashed to pieces by Xiao Jing wielding a giant hammer.
Before, she had often been startled into trembling by Xiao Jing’s eccentric—even borderline outrageous—remarks, privately dubbing her “Pervert Xiao Jing.”
But she had never expected that Xiao Jing was even crazier than she imagined.
So crazy, in fact, that it went far beyond the most absurd scenarios she had ever dreamed up.This... this was straight-up an anime-level femme fatale!
On the other side, Empress Muxue’s eyelids twitched nonstop,
Unable to comprehend, thoroughly shaken.
Honestly, apart from those “in-depth exchanges of ball skills” with Tang Song, Lin Muxue always maintained her cool, elegant female idol demeanor in everyday life.
She even started out playing with the approach of a “one-night stand,” suppressing her expressions and constantly giving herself excuses to maintain composure.
Even now, whether in daily interactions or work engagements, she always made a conscious effort to keep a certain degree of reserve and poise when dealing with Tang Song.
Partly to maintain that alluring push-pull freshness, and partly to deliver a striking contrast at key moments.
Like today’s specially prepared “fishnet stockings with silky flair,” which she thought was already daring and bold.
But she hadn’t counted on a master player being in the game.
Wearing lingerie to a date? She could grit her teeth and understand that. But that band-aid...
Thinking back to her first encounter with Xiao Jing at Sinmo Bar, and later info she indirectly picked up through Qin Hua and others—
In everyone’s eyes, Xiao Jing had always been the textbook financially literate, elite rich beauty—refined, well-mannered, the perfect goody two-shoes.
That’s why she firmly believed the girl was a favored ally under Director Jin’s wing, someone worth befriending and forming an alliance with.
But now...
Her gaze fixed on the innocent-looking Xiao Jing in front of her, and recalling her earlier performance—
Empress Muxue’s heart was in complete turmoil.
Oh my god! What kind of pervert is this?!
Catching a glimpse of their stunned expressions, Xiao Jing’s lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk.
In your mind, a bold subtitle floated through the air:
【Round One: Xiao Jing wins in a landslide! Xiao Xue, Xiao Qing—defeated!】
Of course she loved Tang Song’s little “freak show” today—inviting all three girlfriends, putting them in matching outfits—it was straight out of a GL Anime chaos scene!
But that’s beside the point. In a chaotic battlefield, there can only be one center of attention!
She was going to make Tang Song realize who truly understood him, who could accept him the most completely!
With that thought, she glanced at Tang Song with fiery eyes, a sly gleam flashing within. Her snow-white fingers slowly fastened her shirt buttons—her movements gentle yet teasing.
She sprang to her feet.
But maybe from squatting too long combined with the intense Otaku Dance, her legs gave way. With a soft “ow,” she toppled straight into Tang Song.
“Smack!”
Tian Jing’s cheek landed squarely against Tang Song’s abs, her soft little nose almost sinking in.
Xiao Jing let out a little cry, face blushing, looking up with an innocent expression, “S-sorry, Tang Song gege! I skipped breakfast to make it on time for our date… might have low blood sugar…”
Their eyes met. Looking at the girl below him, Tang Song took a deep breath, blood rushing to his head. His abs tensed slightly under Tian Jing’s intimate contact.
His hands gently rested on her back, pressing lightly as he said warmly, “Then have some fruit first. You danced really well just now.”
Tian Jing bit her lip and smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Tang Song gege. As long as you liked it!”
With his help, she slowly stood up—and “coincidentally” plopped herself down onto his lap, her hips wiggling to find a comfy position, her eyes quickly turning misty.
In her mind, she was already playing out a scene from Angel’s 3P!: Goto Jun in her victory panties, sitting on the male lead’s lap on a jostling train. Pure thrill.
Thinking that, she cast a sideways glance at the two “background characters.”
And you two... you’re just our audience.
Hehe~~
Next to them, Lin Muxue and Xu Qing were both completely dumbfounded—utterly stunned by her bold move.
“Tang Song gege, can you feed me?”
Tang Song’s throat bobbed. “What do you want?”
“Strawberry’s fine.”
He nodded, picked up a strawberry, and held it to Xiao Jing’s lips.
Staring at the Heartthrob Hands right before her, Xiao Jing opened her rosy lips, slowly bit down on the strawberry, and devoured it whole—her expression full of bliss like she was in a drama.
Xu Qing: w(π")w
Lin Muxue: (ΦⅢΦ)
Looking at the enchanting girl in his lap, Tang Song’s heart pounded. His left hand slowly slid down to grasp her slender waist firmly.
Xiao Jing let out a soft gasp, her eyes shimmering.
Soon, the strawberry was gone.
“Mmm, so sweet~” She licked her lips, gaze dreamy. “I want more…”
Tang Song pulled his hand back and continued feeding her.
Looking at the obedient and quiet little girlfriend in his arms, he couldn’t help but kiss her on the cheek. “Xiao Jing, you really should eat breakfast on time. It’s bad for your health.”
“Mm, I know. I won’t do it again. But if I do... you can punish me.”
Hearing that, Tang Song suddenly felt excited, and couldn’t resist giving a firm pat.
“Smack!” The sound echoed through the quiet room.
Lin Muxue, Xu Qing, and even Xiao Jing all jolted at once.
Along with a “S-sorry!”
The moment pulled them all back to reality.
Watching the couple lost in love, Empress Muxue’s eyes turned red with jealousy.
D*mn!
She was competing head-on with Director Jin and Su Yu... and still got outplayed by Xiao Jing?!
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, took off her high heels, and said to herself, “I got here pretty early today. Walked around the mall for over an hour. My feet are killing me.”
Right after that, she slowly rolled up the cuffs of her jeans, revealing a stretch of smooth, slender legs.
The black fishnet stockings shimmered faintly under the lights—seductive yet still elegant.
The eyes of all three—Tang Song included—were instantly drawn to her.
Xiao Jing blinked and glanced sidelong at Lin Muxue, immediately guessing her little ploy.
She had to admit, the girl did have a great figure, especially her legs. They were gorgeous.
Under their gaze, Lin Muxue lifted her legs and pressed her toes against Tang Song’s body.
“Tang Song, can you massage me for a bit?”
Tang Song glanced at Xiao Xue’s silky flair, let out a breath, and reached his hand over.
Hey, with multiple girlfriends, a little extra effort is just part of the deal.
After being enhanced by the Heartthrob’s Hand Cream, his hands weren’t just pretty on the outside.
They were flexible, coordinated, precise—on par with professional masseurs.
This had been deeply validated by both Big Sister and the Foreign Chick.
In fact, just seeing his hands reach over used to make the Foreign Chick tremble before leaving.
When Tang Song’s fingers touched Lin Muxue’s calf, her body visibly trembled for a second, but then she revealed a look of pure enjoyment.
She closed her eyes slightly, her voice soft like a feather brushing his ear, “Mmm... here, a little higher.”
Low, sultry moans echoed in the private room, making faces flush with heat.
Hiding in the corner, Xu Qing looked at “Liu Ruyan” who had suddenly turned flirty, then glanced at Xiao Jing munching strawberries in Tang Song’s lap.
Her large black eyes widened into perfect circles, her cheeks puffed up in frustration like steamed buns.
I knew it. I knew it!
You’re all shameless little seductresses!
It’s just a date! Was this really necessary?!
Fishnet stockings, band-aids, tattoo stickers?!
Yanyan, save me!!
O(≥□≤)O
Meanwhile, in a spot Tang Song couldn’t see.
Their gazes clashed midair like invisible sparks flying.
Xiao Xue’s eyes gleamed with a touch of challenge, her lips curling ever so slightly.
Xiao Jing gave a sweet smile. “Muxue-jiejie, your legs are so pretty. Let me help Tang Song gege.”
As soon as she finished, she reached out and began massaging the fishnet-covered calf.
From time to time, her fingers would brush over the back of Tang Song’s hand—casually intimate.
“Hiss—” Xiao Xue sucked in a breath, her legs twitching involuntarily.
She had still underestimated Xiao Jing’s level of perversion.
She bit her lip and quickly composed herself.
Then she picked up a crystal-clear lychee from the table, peeled off the skin to reveal the soft white flesh.
Leaning forward slightly, her voice lowered into a husky, magnetic tone, “Tang Song, too many strawberries cause internal heat. I’ll peel some lychees for Xiao Jing instead.”
With that, she held the lychee to Xiao Jing’s mouth, watching her closely, curious how she’d react.
“Thank you, Muxue-jiejie.” Xiao Jing obediently opened her mouth and happily started eating.
She wiggled her body now and then, clearly enjoying it.
Tang Song, watching the two “getting along so well,” felt his breathing quicken.
Both his hands were busy nonstop.
Just as the atmosphere kept heating up, Lin Muxue suddenly flicked Xiao Jing’s collar.
She asked with feigned curiosity, “Xiao Jing, is that a tattoo or a tattoo sticker? I saw another one on your lower back.”
“Of course it’s a tattoo sticker.” Xiao Jing answered briskly, still smiling sweetly.
Lin Muxue put on a concerned expression, “You’ve got that classic cold fair skin—delicate, sensitive, thin. The chemicals in those tattoo stickers might cause allergic reactions and damage your skin.
Plus, Tang Song doesn’t like girls with tattoos. You should be more careful in the future.”
However, her expression froze mid-sentence.
Xiao Jing adjusted her glasses at the bridge of her nose, her cheeks flushing with bashful pink. She twisted her thighs slightly and said,
“I’m sorry, Tang Song gege. I saw online that dressing like this shows respect for a date, so I wore... this kind of... over-the-top outfit, and added those stickers.
Muxue-jiejie is right. I messed up. Please punish me, so I’ll remember better next time.”
Then she leaned forward and placed her hands directly on Lin Muxue’s thighs—an audacious posture.
Hearing this and seeing that pose, Empress Muxue instantly felt like she was caught in a whirlwind. Her mind went blank.
Holy sh*t!
Wha... what even is this situation?!
Xu Qing: (°)~1
The tight light-blue jeans hugged Xiao Jing’s waist and hips, showing off every seductive curve.
From the earlier intense dancing, the hem of her shirt had already slipped out from her waistband, swaying with every move.
The victory panties peeked through once more—black, white, and red weaving together like a silent explosion right into Tang Song’s eyes.
Mouth dry. Heart pounding.
Even more crucial—Xiao Jing, wearing round glasses, still had that sweet, studious look, like a quiet overachiever girl from school.
That contrast was impossible to resist.
Deep down, he was actually a very “simple” man. If it weren’t for the Magic Umbrella’s influence, he would never have acted like such a jerk.
So facing three girlfriends at once, he felt a little awkward and uneasy.
But under Xiao Jing’s repeated “provocations,” his reason slowly crumbled, yellow energy flooding his mind.
Tang Song’s eyelids twitched. His hand rose—and fell.
“Tang Song gege! I’m sorry!”
“Next time before doing this, I’ll ask your permission!”
“Sorry sorry!”
“This time I was too impulsive, I really won’t dare again!”
Xiao Jing’s hands rested on Xiao Xue’s legs, her tone sincerely apologetic, eyes misty with tears.
She clearly had realized her mistake.
Xiao Xue stared blankly at the scene, her worldview in ruins.
Why did it feel like she’d just become a prop in Xiao Jing’s play?
r(。Ⅱ。)
Over in the corner, Xu Qing’s face turned red, body trembling.
Xiao Jing’s performance had completely shattered her expectations.
Even more outrageous than the villain Bai Jing she had written in her own novel!
She had been too conservative!
Thoughts flying, she couldn’t help but imagine herself in the scene.
The more she imagined, the more embarrassed she felt—yet she couldn’t stop.
Mostly because... she’d experienced something like this too.
Tang Song’s “guidance and punishment” for Xiao Jing didn’t last long.
With a knock knock knock—, a waiter pushed the door open, bringing in exquisite dishes and drinks, one after another.
A satisfied Xiao Jing sat back down beside Tang Song, her cheeks slightly flushed.
She exuded a fragrant scent of perfume, mixed with a trace of sweat from earlier movement—an intoxicating blend.
She felt soft, sweet, and obedient all over.
On the other side, Xiao Xue tried hard to maintain her graceful demeanor, helping Tang Song pick dishes and pour drinks.
Seated between the two, feeling the contrasting sensations on either side, Tang Song was in absolute bliss.
They chatted about this and that while eating.
Tang Song’s gaze shifted to Xu Qing, who was curled up in a corner, head down, nibbling on barbecue.
Her cheeks puffed, looking grumpy as ever.
They hadn’t seen each other in a while, and he honestly missed her. Especially after his memories from college life in Modu had resurfaced.
Looking now at this Coser version of Xu Qing in a youthful college outfit, his heart stirred a bit.
He turned slightly and waved her over. “Qingqing, why are you sitting all the way over there? Come here!”
“I... I...” Xu Qing looked flustered, her big black eyes darting all around. “I wanna sing!”
She quickly grabbed the microphone next to her and rushed to the karaoke machine, her fingers flying over the controls.
Heaven help her—when had the grand Miss Xu Qing ever been this aggrieved?!
Getting bullied by “Liu Ruyan” and “Bai Jing,” the two villainesses working in tandem, she was completely powerless—utterly defeated.
Just wait. Next time she’d drag her best friend over to put them in their place!
Even though Yanyan had lots of little schemes and liked to tease her, she was still her old bestie.
And with her looks and figure at campus belle level, she’d have no problem taking both of them on at once.
But as for her, Xu Qing—despite being the Xiao Su Yu of the cosplay world—today she wasn’t in her “skin,” and her power level had dropped drastically.
Thinking of that...
Xu Qing pouted, then glared viciously at Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing.
Just wait for my revenge!
The background music started. Xu Qing stood up.
Tang Song waved her over again. “Come here, Qingqing! I was just thinking I’d love to hear you sing. Come sing by me.”
Xu Qing shuddered, her face turning red. “I-I want to sing while eating.”
“No problem, I’ll feed you.”
“Uh... that’s... not good...”
Just then, Youjing chimed in playfully, her eyes twinkling, “How about I sing for Tang Song gege instead?”
Hearing that, Xu Qing was instantly fired up. “I picked this song—I’m singing it!”
She gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and marched into the “battlefield.” She clutched the mic like it was her last shred of dignity.
Suddenly, a warm touch pressed against her waist.
“Ahh!” Xu Qing let out a startled cry, falling straight into Tang Song’s lap, her mic making a dull thud.
“What are you doing...” she asked weakly.
Tang Song kissed her cheek and gave her a light smack on the butt. His voice low and steady, “Sing, Qingqing.”
Xu Qing’s face flushed deep red, burning hot. She squirmed a little.
Glancing at the predatory stares of Tian Jing and Lin Muxue, she felt like a poor bunny that had wandered into a wolf den. She had no choice but to steel herself, raise the mic, and aim at the big screen.
Music began to flow.
Xu Qing looked at the screen, mic close to her lips.
As the lyrics appeared, her eyes twitched.
She’d picked the song totally at random—who knew it would be this ironic.
But now she could only bite the bullet and sing.
A crisp voice rang out.
“Night falls and the air turns cool, blossoms land and turn to frost…”
Xu Qing: A sad song for my sad self.
To be fair, Xu Qing was no slouch in singing—she was absolutely a KTV queen, with a sweet, clear voice tinged with girlish charm.
But today’s setting was just too intense.
Stuck between victory panties and silky flair, she couldn’t relax at all.
“Falling into the mortal world, watching myself break from love…”
The singing started to go off-key. The more flustered she got, the worse it became—even her voice began to tremble.
Just then—
Tang Song chuckled, gently grabbed her wrist, leaned in, and joined in by the mic with a soft voice: Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveIꜰire.net
BGM: “A mortal tribulation is easy to pass, but love is the hardest to survive. This worn heart still bears resentment from a past life…”
His voice flowed like spring water—pure, steady, and rich with emotion.
After receiving two top-tier music skills, plus the effects of Su Yu’s Lyrics Notebook and the Magic Throat Candy, his singing level was naturally top-notch.
No exaggeration—he was on par with professional singers, his final notes tinged with magnetic depth that hit straight to the heart.
The private room fell silent. All three girlfriends froze.
Xu Qing stared at Tang Song, feeling his breath on her shoulder, her heart racing like she’d slammed the gas pedal.
Lin Muxue’s eyes widened, filled with delight and awe.
This was a side of Tang Song she had never seen before.
She hadn’t expected him to have this kind of charm—he was a hidden gem.
Of them all, only Xiao Jing had heard Tang Song sing before.
That was during their first date, on a rooftop restaurant, where Tang Song played the guitar and they sang together.
She’d even joked then that they could start a “Sweet Sugar Band” and make money selling albums.
But back then, Tang Song’s performance hadn’t been nearly this stunning.
Now, in Xiao Jing’s eyes, the way he held the mic—it was like he’d picked up Ultraman’s transformation device.
Tang Song gently rubbed Xu Qing’s twin-tails and brought the mic back to her lips.
Xu Qing quickly recovered, took the mic, and sang along to the melody.
Xiao Jing blinked playfully, grabbed another mic, leaned against Tang Song, and joined the duet.
The three harmonized effortlessly, finishing the song in no time.
Feeling Tang Song’s warmth and care, Xu Qing gradually relaxed, becoming much more cheerful.
Xiao Jing pulled her in for more singing. The two girls occasionally handed the mic to Tang Song to take over a verse.
Laughter and cheerful voices echoed through the sound system.
The atmosphere in the private room turned instantly romantic and cozy.
However, over in the corner, Lin Muxue was getting restless.
There were only two mics. And truth be told, while she looked like the “talented and graceful” type—she really wasn’t good at singing.
She twisted her long legs, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee.
Biting her lip, she looked at Tang Song’s handsome profile and felt a sudden impulse rise.
Hmph! He’s my boyfriend too! This is my date too! How could I just—
Licking her lips, Lin Muxue stood up, leaned in, and wrapped her arms around Tang Song’s neck—then kissed him hard.
Sweet vocals continued in the background.
The air in the private room heated up in an instant.
Lin Muxue’s kiss had a powerful, possessive feel to it. She glanced at Xiao Jing, and a strange sense of NTR thrill bloomed inside her,
As if she’d just reclaimed her rightful “Empress Aura.”
Tang Song’s eyes narrowed, sucking gently on Xiao Xue’s moist lips, his fingers sliding toward the tattoo sticker.
The singing in the room slowly faded, eventually vanishing into silence.
Xiao Jing stared wide-eyed, frozen, her body trembling slightly.
Xu Qing: (。－。) (Who am I? Where even am I?)
After a long pause—
Lin Muxue sat up proudly, smacking her lips and flashing Xiao Jing a triumphant smile.
Xiao Jing blinked, then suddenly said softly, “Tang Song gege, there’s something I need to confess.”
“What is it?” Tang Song raised an eyebrow, wondering what new mischief his sweet, quiet girlfriend was cooking up.
Lin Muxue looked over curiously too.
Xiao Jing blushed and bit her lip, whispering, “Back when I first met Xiao Xue at the bar, I didn’t know she was connected to you. She… she messaged me on WeChat, and it got really flirty.”
She sneaked a glance at Lin Muxue. “At the time I thought she was into girls, so I said some pretty wild stuff too. In short... we did something we shouldn’t have. Please punish us, okay?”
Xu Qing: 口 (Pupils dilated. Brain totally blank.)
Boom—
A bolt of green tribulation lightning crashed down from the heavens, striking Empress Muxue squarely on the head.