Chapter 131: Infinite Cannon Fodder (21)

“Is this your way of forcing a sale?” Tong Ling decided to sit on the bed. As soon as she approached Yuan Ju, he immediately released her hand, which made her can’t help but click her tongue in disapproval. “If you want me to desire you, show some effort.”

“Otherwise, you’re free to leave right now.” Tong Ling glanced towards the door. “It’s over there—walk out yourself.”

Yuan Ju had mentally prepared himself before arriving here, thinking that lying down would be his greatest challenge. Little did he know it was just the… beginning.

“I…” Yuan Ju pursed his lips, his earlier assertiveness suddenly softening. “What do you want from me?”

Tong Ling scoffed. “No way! Are you trying to play innocent with me?”

Yuan Ju’s face flushed red instantly. He knew what Lingling meant, but why… why did she always treat him like this when they were alone together?

Last time was similar; she treated him as a servant for cleaning up. And now… in her eyes, he’d become, he’d become someone who sold his body…

“Being so skilled in bed, you must have plenty of experience.” Tong Ling hooked her index finger around the chin of the black-haired youth. “Be more genuine with me; it’ll make both of us happier.”

Yuan Ju’s face, which had been bright red, suddenly turned pale green then white. If not for Lingling’s crucial role as an NPC, this insulting remark alone would have…

“Why is your complexion so poor?” Tong Ling feigned concern. “Did I say something wrong?”

“I haven’t!” Realizing that giving up at this point would be a wasted effort, Yuan Ju swallowed his humiliation and replied, “I don’t have any experience!”

Tong Ling looked astonished. “Really no experience?”

“No, no!” Yuan Ju felt like he was about to cry from being questioned incessantly, his eyes welling up. “Do you really need to ask such questions?! ”

Tong Ling put on an innocent expression. “Can’t help it. Who told you to act so… wild? I’m a clean freak; I dislike impure people pretending to be pure.”

Yuan Ju laughed in anger. “Clean freak? You’re surrounded by Bai Bei, Miya, Medius, and even Arnold! And now you dare claim to be a ‘clean freak’?”

“Is there a problem with that?” Tong Ling raised an eyebrow. “They’re all very clean.”

Yuan Ju was rendered nearly speechless by Tong Ling’s words. “What about you? You have connections with all those people…”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Tong Ling said, her eyes flashing. “They’re just my ex-boyfriends. My feelings are very pure and simple; I’m single. Surely you must know that?”

Yuan Ju remained silent.

He hadn’t seen her as single at all; instead, he only saw how chaotic her relationships were.

But…

“Miya and the others are your ex-boyfriends?” Yuan Ju couldn’t believe he was learning this information here.

Tong Ling didn’t deny it. “Yes, what did you think our relationship was?”

Yuan Ju said nothing, but his expression gave away his thoughts. He believed that Lingling, this Sea King, maintained unusually close ties with each of these men—after all, she had spent so much time in Miya’s room earlier that morning!

“Eee—” Tong Ling drew out the sound, her gaze adding another layer of contempt when she looked at Yuan Ju. “You still pursue me despite thinking I have relations with them? How can your moral character be so depraved?”

Yuan Ju was once again left speechless.

His rationality was on the verge of being completely eroded by Lingling’s words. He reached out, grasping her wrist and forcefully pressing this infuriating woman beneath him.

“Enough,” Yuan Ju said through gritted teeth. “I’ve told you everything I needed to. You want someone pure? I am, and I’m no less than anyone else. Don’t even think about rejecting me!”

“No less than anyone else?” Tong Ling’s gaze inadvertently swept over Yuan Ju’s lower body. “Really? I doubt it.”

Yuan Ju was speechless.

No man could withstand this kind of provocation. Yuan Ju cast aside any reservations about interacting with NPCs. Now, only one thought remained in his mind—teach this woman a lesson so she’d regret treating him like this!

“Weren’t you wanting to see my attitude?” Yuan Ju lowered his head, his eyes darkening. “I’ll show you just how good I can be.”

With those words, he leaned down and pressed his lips forcefully against hers.

“Mm.” Tong Ling let out a muffled groan. No matter how much Yuan Ju tried to put on a show, the youth’s kissing skills were… abysmal!

He clearly lacked experience; rather than call it a kiss, it felt more like a… collision.

Tong Ling’s lips ached from the impact. Yuan Ju kissed without any rhythm or technique, merely grinding against her mouth incessantly.

She reached up to grab his hair, intending to speak, but before she could utter a word, Yuan Ju leaned down again for another kiss.

Yuan Ju may not have experienced everything life has to offer, but he wasn’t completely naive either. Before entering this endless survival game, he was just another student at school.

While Yuan Ju never actively sought out such material himself, his energetic male classmates would often proudly display their phones after class, showing off “treasures” they’d discovered as proof of their maturity in certain matters.

Yuan Ju had always found their behavior crude and barbaric; even other girls disapproved. But now, he secretly felt grateful towards those guys—he did learn a few things from them, and… well, it seemed to work quite effectively on Lingling.

As Yuan Ju gazed upon the flushed woman panting before him, the anger that had been fueled by her earlier mockery quietly dissipated.

Her eyes were dewy, lips soft and sweet, body enveloped in an alluring fragrance. He’d caught a whiff of it when hiding beneath her quilt earlier, holding his breath until he nearly suffocated. Now, as he embraced her pliant form and felt her warm breath against his face, Yuan Ju suddenly found himself feeling slightly dizzy.

He’d had a drink before entering the room—a low-proof one, supposedly not enough to affect his judgment. Yet somehow, Yuan Ju felt his mind wasn’t entirely clear. Perhaps he really was tipsy.

“How is it?” Feeling tipsy, Yuan Ju rested his forehead against Lingling’s head, his prominent nose gently brushing her soft cheek. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

Tong Ling snapped angrily, “Wonderful my ass! My mouth hurts like hell!”

Yuan Ju gazed down at NPC Lingling’s delicate face. Even when angry, she looked stunningly beautiful. The tone of her scolding seemed tinged with a hint of playfulness; somehow, he found her… not as irritating as before.

“Don’t talk like that.” Yuan Ju couldn’t help but focus on Lingling’s moist red lips slightly parted, from which wafted sweet fragrant breaths.

His eyes darkened further as he pressed his lips over hers, this time sliding in his tongue.

He must have been drunk—otherwise, why would he keep kissing this woman non-stop? Only when Lingling’s lips turned red and swollen, unable to utter a word, did Yuan Ju finally lift his head contentedly.

His heart raced within his chest—he attributed it to forgetting to breathe during their passionate moment.

“Am I not good enough?” Yuan Ju asked again. “I’ve never served anyone food or cleaned up after them, let alone treated anyone so patiently.”

“If you can stand someone like Bai Bei, how could you not like me?”

Tong Ling’s lips and tongue were still numb. Upon hearing Yuan Ju’s words, she immediately rolled her eyes at him.

“Your silence means you accept me,” Yuan Ju said, talking to himself. “I’ll be staying in your room tonight. You can’t chase me away.”

Unable to speak, Tong Ling cast a fleeting glance at a certain part of the young man’s anatomy.

Yuan Ju instantly turned red, from his face all the way down to his ears. Despite clearly being the one dominating this woman, in that moment, their roles seemed to have reversed completely.

“You… indecent woman!” Yuan Ju exclaimed, embarrassed and annoyed. “Must you insist on doing such things?”

Tong Ling furrowed her brow.

Given Yuan Ju’s obvious physical reaction, why was he pretending to be clueless?

“Alright, alright, I get it.” Yuan Ju swallowed hard. “This is your demand, not my… inclination.”

A surge of heat rushed to his head, and even Yuan Ju couldn’t believe what he’d just said. It’s not because I’m promiscuous; it’s all you—it’s your request.

Listening to the youth mumble, Tong Ling raised an eyebrow silently. How utterly foolish. She thought, confirming his lack of experience. I’ll kick him out tomorrow morning.

Yuan Ju sat dazed on one side, his hand pressed against his forehead. As he recalled the events of the previous night, it felt as though his entire head was about to explode.

Impossible, it shouldn’t have… I only wanted to stay in Lingling’s room; I never intended to offer myself like that… Why did this happen?

It had to be the alcohol’s fault—it absolutely had to be.