Yvette gently brushed her fingers across the nine down feathers as she spoke.
Mang Yi’s body gave a violent jolt.
“Don’t touch that!”
She tried to swat Yvette’s hand away, but her raised arm was too weak to exert any force. Instead, it seemed to entice Yvette by resting on her wrist.
Mang Yi’s breathing was completely thrown off. Wherever those small fingers touched, the heat grew more intense.
‘How can this be… As soon as this shorty gets close, this body goes completely out of control.’
She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her rapid gasps, but a flush of redness had already spread across her pale cheeks.
Yvette looked at the hand resting on her wrist.
“And this is you resisting?”
Mang Yi didn’t answer.
She panted, her teeth clamped tightly on her lip, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on her temples.
Yvette’s fingers traced downward along the few down feathers, the pads of her fingers brushing against Mang Yi’s long neck.
“Speak.”
“I…”
Mang Yi had only managed one word before her body trembled again.
Zhou Zhou stood outside the containment room, watching the scene through the bulletproof glass.
He rubbed his eyes.
‘I won’t get silenced for watching this, will I?’
Yvette finally let go.
She took a step back and looked Mang Yi up and down with the evaluating gaze of someone inspecting an experiment subject.
The black-haired woman still maintained that half-squatting position, her face beneath the blindfold flushed with an unnatural blush, breathing quick and shallow.
The black wings behind her trembled slightly, like butterflies drenched in a rainstorm.
“It seems your threshold is a bit lower than I imagined.”
Yvette concluded calmly, as if she had just conducted an ordinary data collection.
She turned around, not giving Mang Yi another glance, and walked toward the containment cell door.
The heavy metal door slowly closed behind her, sealing within it that seductive atmosphere and the still-too-weak-to-stand high-risk containment subject.
Outside the door, Zhou Zhou pressed himself against the cold wall, feeling like a noodle whose soul had been sucked dry.
‘What did I just see?’
He had just watched the legendary supervisor who ate people without spitting out the bones pin down another bone-spitting containment subject and fondle her until her legs gave out.
‘This is even more ridiculous than the legend!’
‘At least in the legend, the supervisor only sent researchers into the containment cells as materials. I never heard she liked personally “collecting data”!’
Zhou Zhou felt like he might not survive the day.
When Yvette came out, his legs instinctively went weak, nearly making him slide into a kneeling position in front of the great supervisor.
“Su-Supervisor…”
Yvette glanced at him, saw his expression like he was about to ascend to heaven, and spoke without much emotion.
“Lead the way. Take me to the office.”
Zhou Zhou was granted a pardon.
He quickly scrambled up from the floor, stumbling as he spoke.
“R-Right!”
All he wanted now was to get as far away from that containment cell as possible.
Footsteps echoed in the empty hallway.
The two walked one after the other, with four silent security guards following behind.
Zhou Zhou’s mind was a mess of paste.
‘Now I finally understand why Supervisor Nielai’esi gave up the entire zone.’
‘This wasn’t about grabbing territory.’
‘This was clearly about grabbing the person!’
‘And in a way I couldn’t understand but was deeply shocked by!’
He sneakily glanced back.
The new supervisor walked behind him, a small figure in a black uniform, her steps light, her face still that expressionless mask.
She looked like an underage kid just passing by.
But every time Zhou Zhou remembered the bizarre scene from the containment cell, he felt a chill at the back of his neck.
He felt like he had accidentally stumbled onto some terrible corporate secret.
The content of his suicide note tonight could probably be enriched a little more.
Soon, they arrived at a deep black alloy door.
It was bigger than all the other doors in the hallway, with no observation window, only a discreet brass nameplate engraved with “Office of the Chief Research Director.”
“Supervisor, it’s here.”
Zhou Zhou stopped, his voice still trembling slightly.
He took out Yvette’s access card and swiped it on the reader by the door, then respectfully pushed the door open for her.
The office was large, almost empty.
In the center of the room stood a huge obsidian desk, and behind it was a black leather executive chair that looked incredibly expensive, with a back so tall it could be used as a bed.
The entire wall behind the desk was one-way observation glass, overlooking several core experimental zones below.
That was Nielai’esi’s stuff, full of his personal taste—low-key yet luxurious.
Yvette walked in and swept her gaze around the room, finally settling on that imposing chair.
She walked around the desk and approached the chair.
Then, under Zhou Zhou’s nervous gaze, she lifted her leg and climbed onto it with some difficulty, then sat down.
The next second, Zhou Zhou watched in horror as his new supervisor’s head slowly sank below the desktop.
That chair was clearly prepared for someone tall like Supervisor Nielai’esi—the height was never adjusted.
When Yvette sat in it, she sank all the way in, even the small tuft of black hair on top of her head completely disappeared.
She was entirely hidden behind the huge desk.
Zhou Zhou stood at the door, staring at the empty chair and the excessively large desk, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
‘You know, a person can only hold it together so many times in their life.’
‘If you hold it together every time.’
‘When you get old, you’ll turn into a Beng Beng Bomb!’
‘But right now, even if I’m about to explode, I still have to hold it together.’
He began to frantically recall every tragic event he had ever experienced in his life.
The cafeteria food had gotten more expensive again.
Last month’s performance report wasn’t finished yet.
That female researcher named Mali in the next zone seemed to have a boyfriend.
And, he might be turned into a skull ornament today.
‘Sorrow, too much sorrow.’
He felt like a pressure cooker about to blow, the muscles in his cheeks trembling slightly.
Thinking this, Zhou Zhou’s mouth twitched even more violently.
Just as he was about to burst from internal damage, that small figure behind the desk slowly stood up again.
Yvette stepped onto the leather chair, propped both hands on the desk edge, and revealed a tiny head.
She stared expressionlessly at Zhou Zhou, who was about to die from holding in his laughter at the door.
She was silent.
He looked at her; she looked at him.
Then, under Zhou Zhou’s terrified gaze, Supervisor Yvette suddenly smiled.
It was a very faint smile.
But that smile instantly froze the expression on Zhou Zhou’s face.
The sorrow brought by those tragic memories in his mind was immediately drowned by a much larger wave of fear called “I’m doomed.”
So, under Yvette’s calm stare, Zhou Zhou’s expression underwent a rapid transformation from extreme absurdity to extreme terror.
“Thump!”
Zhou Zhou’s knees gave out, and in a textbook sliding kneel, he slid straight from the doorway to the desk.
“Supervisor, I was wrong!”
He hugged the leg of Yvette’s desk, crying and sniffling.
“I’ll go right now, I’ll go immediately, I’ll arrange for all the chairs here to be replaced with children’s ones for you.”
“I guarantee you’ll sit comfortably and see clearly!”
“Please don’t turn me into an ornament!”