Zhao Yiming grinned. "Alright, listen carefully. From now on, you will completely forget the face of the man who beat you up today. You’ve never seen before in your life."
Both n nodded slowly, their pupils dilated, like they were being hypnotized.
"And when I walk out of this bathroom... you two will take off your shirts, pants, and shoes, then walk through the mall and the nearest convenience store like that. Loud and proud."
Their expressions turned into utter horror, but they couldn’t resist it. Their heads bobbed like terrified chickens.
"Good boys." Zhao Yiming stood up, dusted himself off again, and unlocked the stall. "Now if you’ll excuse ... I’ve got a funeral to go back to."
He stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened, leaving behind two humiliated, half-naked idiots about to make fools of themselves in public—without even knowing why.
However, instead of heading back to Luo Yanyu, Zhao Yiming snuck off sowhere quiet—sowhere no one could find him.
He was scared.
Scared that if he saw her again, he might say sothing wrong. Sothing that’d ruin everything.
He could’ve ordered her to fall head over heels in love with him. Could’ve commanded her to do anything he wanted, like so kind of twisted fantasy.
But... nah.
That wasn’t his style. Not with her.
Yanyu was too pure for that kind of thing.
As he walked out of the funeral hall and into the parking area, his thoughts scattered—until he accidentally bumped into soone. The sudden impact pushed him a step back.
It was Madam Ruan.
"Well, well," she said, smirking like a cat that caught a mouse. "Nice to see you here, Mr. Zhao."
She tilted her head, eyeing him from head to toe.
"What are you doing sneaking around like you just buried a body instead of attending a funeral?" Her smirk deepened. Her gaze dropped—zeroing in on the blood on his shirt.
Zhao Yiming didn’t dare say a word.
His lips sealed. His back straightened. He just stood there.
Madam Ruan stepped in closer, brushing at his shirt with two fingers—right over a dried sar of blood. "Strange how every ti I run into you, you sll like violence." Her eyes glittered. "Are you trying to flirt with ? Because I swear... you’re dangerously sexy when you’ve just finished a beating."
Her fingers trailed down his chest.
Zhao Yiming trembled.
’No no no, don’t you dare, woman! If I say sothing stupid right now, I’ll ruin my entire life!’ He quickly grabbed her shoulders, trying to create space between them.
But of course—
Of course it had to happen at the worst possible ti.
Ding!
A bright, glowing system window popped up in front of him.
[You’ve triggered a new pervy quest!]
["Your Wish Is My Command" — While your skill is still active, use it to satisfy your pleasure.]
Quest Dialogue Options:
• "Of course I am. I’m hot in everything. So why don’t we have fun sowhere else?"
• "You always seem to be in heat when you et , Madam Ruan. Why don’t we book a hotel and indulge in sothing... heated?"
Then another notification popped up—this ti in flashing gold text.
[The God of Richness & Love leaves you a ssage!]
["WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! USE THAT SKILL TO ITS FULL POTENTIAL! CRUSH MADAM RUAN BENEATH YOU IN BED!!!"]
Zhao Yiming’s eye twitched.
’You damn horny god! I swear if I say either of those out loud I’ll get stabbed by Madam Ruan in less than 24 hours!’
His hand shook slightly, his thumb hovering over both choices... praying to every celestial being above that he didn’t say one of them accidentally out loud.
And yet, Madam Ruan was still looking up at him, her lips parted, breath warm, eyes hungry.
And the tir on the skill was still ticking...
[7 minutes left]
Zhao Yiming know so well that this would end up in hot damn bad, but ugghh. He was too scared to said sothing wrong.
["OI JUST SAID IT OR I WILL MOVE YOUR MOUTH TO SAID IT!"]
And then, with the cruel precision only the universe could deliver, Madam Ruan leaned in and whispered against his ear, her breath hot and teasing:
"What’s wrong, Mr. Zhao? You look like you’re about to explode from holding sothing in. If you want ... just say it."
Ding!
The screen glowed.
[Option Selected: "You always seem to be in heat when you et , Madam Ruan. Why don’t we book a hotel and indulge in sothing... heated?"]
Zhao Yiming’s eyes widened in sheer horror as the words flew out of his mouth—perfect pronunciation, smooth tone, confident delivery.
The silence that followed was thick.
Deadly thick.
Madam Ruan blinked.
Then she grinned.
"Ah~ so you finally admit it," she purred, sliding her hand up the middle of his chest until her palm rested against the base of his neck. "I was wondering when that mouth of yours would say sothing worth listening to."
Zhao Yiming was frozen. Not because he didn’t want to run—but because her fingers were now curling behind his collar, tugging lightly like she was checking how easy it’d be to rip his shirt open.
"I knew it," she whispered. "That fire behind your eyes... the way you clench your jaw when you get angry... You’re exactly the type who pretends to be composed but secretly wants to press against the wall, huh?"
Zhao Yiming coughed. "L-listen—"
But Madam Ruan was already too close.
One hand on his chest, the other resting right on his belt buckle as she leaned up, her lips grazing the corner of his mouth without touching it.
"You want to indulge with , Mr. Zhao?" she murmured. "I’ve got a suite not far from here. Quiet, luxurious... king-sized bed. We could scream all we want, and no one would knock."
Zhao Yiming’s brain short-circuited. But hell yeah, he was tempted now. After all, look at her curvy body, the way her tits bouncing in every move, her ass swaying... She was so hot and now she was under his spell and would do anything to him.
Her lips curved. "So... should I call a ride? Or do you want to drag there yourself like the beast you are underneath?"
Zhao Yiming gulped.
He was so screwed.
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