[System Task: In front of Yuexue, give a convincing evaluation of the object in her hand.]
[Task Reward: Fire Affinity +10, Ice Affinity +10]
Lin Lue: “!”
“Miss Yuexue!”
Yuexue: “?”
Before Yuexue could ask why he had called out to her, she saw Lin Lue suddenly lean his head over and take a deep, deliberate sniff.
“Strawberry scent. Smells wonderful.”
[Ding!]
[Fire Affinity +10, Ice Affinity +10]
Yuexue was stunned for a long moment before hurriedly putting the object in her hand away, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
“You… what’s wrong with you?!”
She was chiding him, blaming him for his perverted behavior.
Yet, deep in her heart, there was a sliver of joy and… anticipation that even she hadn’t noticed.
Yuexue waited. She waited for a long time, but Lin Lue didn’t say anything else.
Yuexue: “?”
That’s it?
Just a simple sniff???
Lin Lue had sunk into the System, looking at his nearly formed third and fourth panels.
Third Panel: Ice Witch
Fourth Panel: Fire Witch
Although they weren’t fully formed yet, it didn’t stop him from being able to use Ice Fire Power, since he already had a Space Witch panel.
Yuexue alone had provided him with two panel attributes.
What a great benefactor!
Satisfied, Lin Lue looked up at Yuexue’s expressionless face.
“Miss Yuexue, you’re so good.”
Yuexue’s fists trembled, hard as rock, but in the end… she relaxed them, gritting her teeth.
“Lin Lue, you… hmph!”
Ignoring her when she’s angry, then saying she’s so good…
Yuexue felt the man before her was truly detestable, toying with her emotions so casually.
Watching Yuexue put her mask back on and turn to leave, Lin Lue was very confused.
Why was she angry?
—
Restless hormones ran rampant in the air, colored lights swayed everywhere, sweeping over one frenzied figure after another.
The tables were laden with alcohol, meats, and pastries.
Lin Lue casually picked up some grilled meat and pastries, eating while subtly stuffing more into his pockets.
He was packing to-go.
The Purity Sect was certainly willing to spend, the food they prepared was quite good, and nothing strange had been added to it.
Might as well eat it, and take as much as he could.
He could take some home for his sister to try.
He looked towards the dance floor, where countless men were twisting their waists and thrusting their hips, their behavior utterly disgraceful.
The center of attention was a man in leopard-print shorts and a purple, plunging-neckline bodysuit, a sight that made Lin Lue’s eyes sting.
All around him, countless women danced, their eyes burning with greed, their cheers rising in waves.
Many women went up on stage, kissing the man passionately in a rain of scattered coins.
Lin Lue’s professional habits kicked in, and he subconsciously began a professional analysis:
The intensity of the kisses, whether they could form strings of saliva…
Snap!
A pair of faintly scented hands covered his cheeks, forcibly turning his head back.
He was now face-to-face with Yuexue’s mask.
From the slight chill in Yuexue’s eyes, Lin Lue could guess that behind the mask was a dissatisfied face.
“Don’t look at others. Look at me.”
As she spoke, Yuexue picked up a soft, sticky cake and forcefully fed it to Lin Lue’s lips.
Lin Lue blinked, opened his mouth, and swallowed it.
He was wearing a mask that covered his eyes.
“How’s the cake?”
“Pretty good.”
Lin Lue:
“Miss Yuexue, you must have a magic that makes cake taste even better.”
The chill in Yuexue’s eyes instantly vanished.
She poked his lips with her finger, then used her fingertip to wipe away the faint white residue at the corner of his mouth.
“Such a smooth talker.”
‘Just say if you like hearing it or not.’
Her voice change was quite obvious.
Lin Lue commented internally:
This is classic tsundere.
When a woman says no, it means she wants it.
Of course, this ‘wanting’ definitely depends on modeling and Affection Level.
Suddenly, Lin Lue felt a weight in his lap.
His vision was mostly filled with gold, a few strands of hair playfully worming their way into his collar.
Lin Lue: “?”
Lin Lue watched as Yuexue turned and sat on his lap, her movements natural.
He couldn’t help but tilt his head, wanting to ask what she was doing.
Then, he saw Yuexue take off her mask, revealing her profile.
Her pert, red lips parted, and her eyes, like gemstones soaked in water, turned to look at him expectantly.
Lin Lue understood instantly.
‘I wish the next thing I understand instantly was something about math or physics.’
Looking at Yuexue, who was waiting to be fed with an open mouth, Lin Lue wrapped one arm around her slender waist, holding her steady to prevent her from slipping off his lap if she moved.
Of course, the main goal was to keep her still, so she wouldn’t make him the ‘pilot’ in this situation.
Witches were clean.
If they wished, not a speck of filth would remain inside or outside their bodies.
So, having a fragrant, soft, tall beauty with exaggerated chest muscles, wearing a qipao and stockings, sitting in his lap… it was too much of a test for him.
He was a normal man, after all.
Second Brother:
‘Permission for takeoff?’
Lin Lue:
‘Takeoff denied!’
Lin Lue used his other hand to pick up a pastry and quickly fed it into her mouth, diverting his own attention.
“Why are you leaning back?”
Yuexue frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Lue’s distancing action.
With a grab, a chain appeared, pulling Lin Lue close, making his chest press tightly against her back without a single gap.
Feeling the coolness of the collar around his neck, Lin Lue thought he could remove it anytime he wanted.
His gaze paused, falling on her smooth, jade-like back.
The qipao she wore wasn’t originally a backless style; it should have been wrapped up tightly.
Somehow, she had quietly altered it with her Magic Power.
The fabric on the back had parted, revealing a large expanse of delicate, fair skin, like a piece of jade, utterly bewitching.
Lin Lue averted his gaze, pretending to be natural.
The perceptive Great Witch Yuexue curled her lips, satisfied, and opened her mouth to swallow the food Lin Lue fed her from his fingertips.
After a while, when Yuexue jumped down from his lap, the parted fabric slowly closed again, returning to its original state, covering her back completely.
Lin Lue shook his head and continued eating, drinking, and packing.
From time to time, he would free a hand to feed Yuexue.
The chaotic scene intensified.
Countless men and women began kissing each other, their behavior unrestrained.
The corners were even more disgraceful, with intimate contact and various master-slave play.
Their eyes were dazed, their expressions frenzied, as if they had taken some forbidden drug.
The entire banquet hall was like a decadent abyss.
Lin Lue and Yuexue just ate and drank quietly, using their appetites to resist the surrounding decadent atmosphere, turning a blind eye to the frenzied debauchery around them.
Yuexue was bored, having no interest in this so-called revelry, finding it somewhat dull.
So, she would sometimes sit in Lin Lue’s lap, pressing tightly against his chest; sometimes take off her high heels and gently tuck her black-stockinged feet into his embrace; sometimes kneel on the ground, lightly tugging the ice chain with one hand, pressing her cheek against his thigh, her warm breath exhaling onto him.
Lin Lue had clearly become her toy for passing the time, manipulated by her in every way.
“These people are truly disgraceful. Why not just let me punch and destroy this place, to save us the annoyance of looking at it.”
Yuexue muttered to herself, her tone impatient.
She was starting to think about using Super Strength again.
Her temperament wasn’t bad, and her will was decent.
Even lying in ambush for three days and three nights in a pile of corpses, she could maintain her rationality and calm.
But this kind of chaotic, bottomless scene before her… especially with Lin Lue by her side.
She felt an intense discomfort.
‘Damn it, just one punch to blow it all up!’
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