Chapter 33: Stopping the First Pair of Wild Lovers

The Strongest Student in Urban Cultivation August Moods 2325 words 2026-03-04 22:35:11

Then, as Hong Shunquan let out a sound that was almost a gasp, Hong Yingying suddenly shrieked, “Shunquan, you—”

“Yingying, I really like you. I’m not going home tonight…”

Immediately afterward, Zhang Pu heard what seemed to be the rustling of clothes being removed.

Damn! Zhang Pu thought, and his body moved in an instant.

“Don’t… What are you doing? Put your clothes back on—”

As Zhang Pu rushed to the door of the small room, he heard Hong Yingying saying these words inside. But on the other side, Hong Shunquan’s voice was unmistakably lewd. “No! Yingying, I don’t care if you agree or not, I want you tonight, I can’t hold back—”

This guy really is reckless! Zhang Pu cursed inwardly.

Even though the door was locked, it was child’s play for Zhang Pu, given his current cultivation, to open it in an instant.

Just as the sounds of struggle rang out inside, the door swung open without a sound.

What greeted Zhang Pu’s eyes was a scene under the ambiguous glow of a warm orange light: the lascivious Hong Shunquan was stripped down to nothing but a pair of black briefs, using brute force to push Hong Yingying onto the small bed, while she resisted desperately.

Hong Yingying might have intended to talk about romance with Hong Shunquan, but she never imagined he would try to touch her body so soon.

The room was so tiny that, even though Zhang Pu opened the door quietly, both Hong Yingying and Hong Shunquan noticed someone had entered immediately.

Hong Yingying, facing the door, saw Zhang Pu first. She recognized him at once, and for a moment, she was stunned—especially recalling their encounter earlier that afternoon with Liu Qingyan. She was speechless.

She froze, ceasing her resistance.

Hong Shunquan had been moments away from forcing Hong Yingying onto the bed, intent on an act of brute force. But suddenly she stopped struggling, and he instantly sensed the door had been opened—someone had entered.

Before he could turn around, Hong Shunquan panicked, fearing it was the water park staff. He was in a sorry state, stripped down to his underwear.

But when he swung around and saw that it was only Zhang Pu, he didn’t bother to wonder how Zhang Pu had managed to open the door he’d just locked. Immediately, Hong Shunquan’s face turned vicious—

“What are you doing? How did you get in here? Get out, now!”

Faced with Hong Shunquan’s humiliation and anger, Zhang Pu didn’t stoop to his level, but instead replied lightly, mimicking his words, “What are you doing? How did you get in here? You’re the one who needs to get out. Look at yourself—how shameless you’ve become!”

Especially that last sentence, which reminded Hong Shunquan of his nearly naked state; shame and rage mingled within him, compounded by the frustration of having his prize snatched away.

Hong Shunquan forgot about dressing; instead, he threw a massive fist at Zhang Pu’s face.

Hong Yingying cried out in alarm.

But as Hong Shunquan’s fist swung out, he was stunned—his hand was caught, and he couldn’t break free at all!

The other’s hand didn’t even look much bigger than his own.

Hong Shunquan eyed Zhang Pu with a new wariness, while Zhang Pu’s gaze grew increasingly mocking.

That mocking look only further enraged Hong Shunquan. Unable to free his trapped hand, he swung at Zhang Pu with his other fist.

Unexpectedly, his second hand was caught as well—now both hands were firmly held by Zhang Pu.

How could someone with such ordinary-looking hands restrain both of his?

Hong Shunquan was bewildered, but suddenly he felt a tremendous pressure bearing down from his struggling hands onto his entire body.

He had no idea what was happening, but the overwhelming force made him unable to stand. Instantly, he dropped to his knees.

“You… Are you some kind of street fighter… No, a strongman?” Hong Shunquan, naked and kneeling before Zhang Pu, stammered as if a mountain was crushing him.

Hong Yingying, beside them, was dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.

Hong Shunquan tried countless times to break free, but it was useless.

Finally, he seemed to collapse—

“You… you…”

But he could only stammer, unable to complete a sentence.

“Will you dare to behave like a scoundrel again?” Zhang Pu now lectured him sternly.

“No…” Now, Hong Shunquan was filled with nothing but fear toward Zhang Pu. “No, I’ll never dare again!”

“When you’re in a relationship, you must respect the girl. Do you understand?” Zhang Pu continued, his words harsh and authoritative as if scolding a grandson.

Hong Shunquan nearly bowed his head. He hurried to promise Zhang Pu.

“Good, now get up and get out!” Zhang Pu remembered Wu Xiaomei and her companion, not wanting to waste more time with Hong Shunquan, thinking he’d frightened him enough for one night.

Hong Shunquan stood up, chewing over Zhang Pu’s words. He wanted to argue that he was the one dating Hong Yingying, but before he could speak, Zhang Pu shouted, “Out—”

Frightened, Hong Shunquan dared not linger, grabbed his clothes and fled.

At that moment, Hong Yingying couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Zhang Pu wasn’t sure if this meant Hong Yingying would finally say goodbye to that coward Shunquan, but for now, he found himself lecturing Hong Yingying as well.

He didn’t know where his sudden eloquence came from—perhaps it wasn’t his own, but something he’d brought from the world of cultivators, from Emperor Zhang.

Zhang Pu admonished Hong Yingying for letting a wolf into her home, telling her that a girl should not be so careless in romance and must learn to protect herself.

His words brought tears to Hong Yingying’s eyes; she wanted to defend herself stubbornly, but for the moment, she couldn’t speak.

At this moment, Hong Yingying felt that Zhang Pu was no longer the ordinary Zhang Pu she knew, but she had no idea who he really was.

Suddenly, as he was rebuking Hong Yingying, Zhang Pu seemed to remember something, and with a whirl of motion, he left her side, leaving behind a final remark for her to reflect on her actions.

As Zhang Pu departed abruptly, Hong Yingying stood there, stunned like a statue.