Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 269: A Disciple’s Counterattack

A Disciple’s Counterattack

After struggling internally for a long time, she finally squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "superior..."

The word escaped almost by accident.

The moment it left her lips, Yana Tyson froze.

Time seemed to stop.

Even the faint breeze drifting through the open training hall windows appeared to pause for a heartbeat.

Her orange eyes widened.

Then her beautiful face instantly turned crimson.

"What did I just say?"

A wave of embarrassment crashed into her.

She had spent so much effort refusing to call him anything remotely respectful, yet after all that resistance, she had somehow called him "superior."

The worst part was that Julian D’Aurelius had clearly heard it.

Yana wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself inside it.

"It’s only to get back to training sooner."

"When I’m healed, I won’t bother with this jerk!"

She silently comforted herself.

That was right.

This was merely a temporary compromise.

A strategic retreat.

Nothing more.

She repeated those words internally several times, trying desperately to convince herself.

Across from her, Julian blinked.

Then a grin slowly spread across his face.

"Good, good disciple."

Julian laughed heartily, then suddenly realized.

What did she just call me?

For a moment, his golden eyes showed genuine confusion.

Then realization dawned.

Yana’s face became even redder.

She wanted to disappear.

Yana also realized, lost in thought, she had misspoken.

Her face turned bright red, and she quickly corrected, "It’s Master, I misspoke."

The training hall suddenly became quiet.

Even Julian looked surprised.

A second ago, she had been refusing stubbornly.

Now she had actually said it.

Not once.

But twice.

Julian couldn’t help feeling pleased.

"No worries dear, once a teacher, always a superior."

Julian D’Aurelius smiled kindly, comforting her.

The words immediately shattered Yana’s fragile calm.

The veins on her forehead visibly twitched.

"Kindly?"

"Comforting me?"

"This bastard is clearly taking advantage of me."

Her anger rose again.

Without thinking, she swung her uninjured arm.

Unfortunately, the broken one immediately protested.

A sharp pain shot through her shoulder.

Yana sucked in a breath.

The punch never landed.

Seeing this, Julian couldn’t help teasing.

"Disciple, attacking your teacher isn’t a good habit."

"Shut up."

"Such disrespect."

"Shut up."

"I’ll have to educate you properly."

"Julian!"

The training hall echoed with their voices.

Sunlight streamed through the windows.

Dust floated lazily through the air.

The atmosphere that had been gloomy moments earlier somehow became livelier.

Yana glared at him.

The more she looked at his smug face, the more annoyed she became.

Then an idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

Since her hand couldn’t move—

Her foot could.

Yana, furious, tried to punch Julian D’Aurelius.

But moving her injured arm was excruciating, so she immediately changed tactics and kicked toward Julian D’Aurelius’s thigh instead.

Both of them were sitting on the ground.

Unfortunately, her aim was slightly off.

Her foot slipped several inches lower than intended.

Almost causing her kick to land directly on his dick.

The instant her foot connected—

Julian’s eyes widened.

Every muscle in his body froze.

For one horrifying moment, the world lost all color.

Julian D’Aurelius’s eyes widened.

Every muscle in his body froze.

An indescribable chill shot straight from the bottom of his spine to the top of his head.

No matter how powerful a man might be, there was one place that remained universally vulnerable.

Whether he was a martial arts grandmaster or an ordinary person, a direct attack on dick was enough to make any man question his life choices.

Time itself seemed to slow.

The birds outside stopped sounding cheerful.

The breeze no longer felt refreshing.

Meanwhile, Julian’s soul practically left his body.

Suddenly hit by Yana’s kick, Julian D’Aurelius’s face turned green.

He jumped up from the ground, clutching his crotch with both hands, and cursed.

"Stupid woman, are you trying to bring catastrophe upon my ability to sex with any women and have children in the future?"

His voice was so tragic that it sounded like he had suffered a mortal injury.

His face had already turned green.

Cold sweat covered his forehead.

The expression on his face looked as if he had just survived a life-and-death battle.

Yana blinked.

Then glanced downward.

Then looked back at him.

The corner of her mouth twitched.

For some reason, seeing Julian in such a miserable state made her feel much better.

For the first time all day, she felt significantly better.

Meanwhile, Julian was still bent over.

His face alternated between green, white, and purple.

[Damn, this stupid woman.]

[If you can’t have it, you want to destroy it, right? Don’t you want to become a mother in the future? If you destroy it, how are you supposed to become a mother, stupid woman?]

Yana nearly choked.

Her cheeks immediately heated again.

"Mother?"

"Future?"

"What nonsense is this idiot thinking now?".

Her cheeks instantly turned red.

"What kind of ridiculous logic is that?"

She had kicked him.

Yet somehow his first concern wasn’t the pain.

It was his future children.

And worse—

He was already talking about her becoming a mother.

"Who wants to become a mother with you, idiot?"

Yana shouted in her heart.

Unfortunately, Julian remained completely unaware of her reaction.

He was still bent over, clutching himself with a tragic expression.

Yana wanted to stay angry.

She really did.

But seeing him look like a wounded hero who had just sacrificed everything for the world made it impossible.

Before she had been annoyed.

She had been embarrassed.

She had even cried earlier.

But hearing those ridiculous thoughts somehow made her want to laugh.

At the same time.

A strange warmth appeared deep inside her chest.

It was unfamiliar.

And that only irritated her more.

A laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"Hmph. Serves you right."

"Serves me right?" Julian raised his head in disbelief.

"You almost ended my bloodline!"

"Then next time stop saying annoying things."

"What does that have to do with this?"

"It has everything to do with it."

"You women are unreasonable."

"You deserved it."

Julian stared at her.

Yana stared back.

After several seconds, he finally looked away first.

The sight made Yana’s mood improve considerably.

At least for this round, she had won.

Her mood finally improved.

The laughter came unexpectedly.

Bright.

Clear.

Natural.

Even Yana herself seemed surprised.

For someone who spent most of her life training and cultivating, moments like this were rare.

Julian stared at her.

For a brief moment, he forgot about the pain.

The girl sitting on the training hall floor.

Long black hair.

Bright orange eyes.

A smile blooming across her face.

She looked unexpectedly beautiful.

Then the pain returned.

Julian immediately bent over again.

"Ah—"

She again said with brighter smile, "Serves you right."

"You’re not even apologizing?"

"You deserved it."

"You’re really ruthless."

"Good."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Julian quickly looked away.

Unfortunately for him—

Yana could hear his thoughts.

[She’s fierce when she’s angry.]

[Honestly, I like girls with some fire.]

[Too obedient is boring.]

Yana’s ears turned slightly red.

"Who wants you to like them?"

The idiot didn’t even realize she could hear him.

Yet he continued thinking whatever came into his head.

It was infuriating.

And strangely amusing.

Mother of your child.

This guy’s dreaming!

After a while, Julian D’Aurelius finally recovered, feeling guilty in his heart toward his Dragon.

He stood there silently for a few seconds.

Then sighed.

His expression became unusually solemn.

Like a general mourning fallen comrades.

Like a king reflecting on a tragic battlefield defeat.

Yana watched him suspiciously.

"What is he doing now?"

Then his thoughts appeared again.

[Sorry, dragon.]

[Not only did I not get any caves for nap but we also got beaten together.]

[Next time, I’ll make sure you get your fill of caves.]

"..."

Yana’s smile froze.

A second later—

Her face turned scarlet.

"What caves?"

"What dragon?"

"What is this idiot even thinking about?!"

The more she understood him, the less she understood him.

One moment he could explain martial arts principles profound enough to enlighten her instantly.

The next moment his thoughts became complete nonsense.

Yana grabbed a nearby cushion and threw it directly at him.

"Get out!"

"Huh?"

"Get out!"

"What did I do now?"

"GET OUT!"

Julian barely managed to dodge the flying cushion.

Seeing Yana’s face completely red and her eyes filled with murderous intent, he wisely chose not to ask questions.

Some mysteries were better left unsolved.

Especially when they involved angry women.

He picked up the medical kit.

Then slowly backed toward the door.

"Rest properly."

"Get out."

"Don’t move your arm too much."

"Get out."

"Remember your medicine."

"Julian!"

"Alright, alright, I’m going."

Julian quickly escaped.

The moment he disappeared beyond the doorway, silence returned to the training hall.

Yana remained seated on the floor.

Her broken arm rested against her side.

Sunlight illuminated the room.

The earlier sadness was gone.

The frustration remained.

The embarrassment remained.

The confusion remained.

But somehow—

The loneliness had disappeared too.

Yana looked toward the doorway where Julian had vanished.

Then immediately looked away.

"Hmph."

A faint smile threatened to appear.

She quickly suppressed it.

Then remembered his ridiculous thoughts.

Her face reddened again.

"Idiot."

She muttered quietly.

And for some reason—

The word sounded far less angry than before.

"..."