A stunningly beautiful girl stood in front of him and said she wanted to be his disciple. This kind of good fortune made many people ecstatic. But Wang Xiaole was not like that. He couldn't even bring himself to be excited.
A master doesn't come for free. There are certain things that need to be done for a female disciple, whether they are normal or not depends on the integrity of the master.
There are many great masters who teach through words and actions.
These people never see their female disciples as the opposite sex. From morning till night, inside and out, they are only responsible for guiding them onto the right path, fearing that the disciples won't become upright individuals...
But Wang Xiaole's personality, destined him to be unsuitable for being that kind of "master and father" figure. Even if he were to develop a relationship with "father," it would definitely be a ghost·father! He was worried that he would make mistakes.
The master's identity can bring a lot of convenience. It's like handing the keys to every house in the rich area to someone who is in need of money. In simple terms, it's not easy to avoid making mistakes, right?
Wang Xiaole flirted with Isabella, but he didn't do anything too inappropriate; even though he wanted to make some "young mistakes," the "string" of reason in his heart still controlled his actions. Even if he wanted to do some strange things, he had to slowly build up goodwill first; because in his bias, he always felt that the relationship between master and disciple was not much different from a sexual relationship.
Based on this reason, Wang Xiaole proposed his suggestion, which was a compromise compared to Isabella's direct apprenticeship:
"Can we start as friends?"
Isabella felt that she had gained a new understanding. She had never heard of such a close level of intimacy under the relationship of master and disciple. Isn't this similar to joining a guild and considering the "relationship" as a profession?
Being rejected repeatedly made her feel very resentful! She was determined to make Wang Xiaole agree to her request today, no matter what, or else she wouldn't give up bothering him.
Isabella couldn't sleep anymore, nor could she lie down. She found a cushion and formally sat down across from the "prospective master"; because her back was facing the fireplace, the shadow on the wall behind her became magnified, and Wang Xiaole, who was facing the shadow, felt a lot of pressure.
The scene was like a duel between two people carrying Duel Disks.
Both sides had a life value of 8000, and the one whose sense of shame or life value depleted first would be defeated. Now, the duel begins!
"May I ask, master, what do you think is wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's just..."
"The disciple believes that running away is not right!"
Isabella activated a speed spell card:
"Serious Demeanor"
When all cards (topics) on the opponent's field are in defense mode, this card can be activated in this round. It forces the target to be destroyed, and Wang Xiaole is forced to give up drawing a card (dialogue) for this round. Isabella had set a normal trap card in advance and the turn ended.
"Since... you really want to be my disciple, does that mean you're willing to do anything for me?"
"As long as it's not something bad, it's not a problem."
"Alright, take off your outer coat and let your teacher evaluate the taste of your underwear."
Wang Xiaole summoned the monster card "Knowing When to Retreat"
Its destructive power lies in this: Through deliberate teasing, any opposite sex individual with a sense of shame is forced to give up and mentally crumble.
"Okay, I can take it off now!"
Unfortunately, reality disappointed Wang Xiaole (or maybe he was happy?). Isabella consoled herself by saying "the other party is also a girl," and with just these words, she convinced herself.
The little finger of the girl's left hand pointed at the collarbone, and her right index finger picked up and hooked the strap on the right side of her clothes, delicately flipping it off, revealing a fragrant shoulder. Starting from the slip of the strap, the entire piece of clothing gradually slid down from the upper body, fell along the mermaid line of the belly, and landed on the ground.
The intricately carved hollowed-out bra wrapped around the girl's lower body, displaying her graceful figure like a white peach flower, which was greatly enhanced by the outfit she was currently wearing.
The sweet breath lingers around, illuminating the blurry skin with the flickering firelight, giving it a tinge of crimson;
In the unconscious crossing of the legs, the left foot is in front and the right foot is at the back, overlapping to highlight the tension in the curve of the knee. The skirt has become an unnecessary obstacle at this moment.
