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Ouyang Zhirou stood before me, clad in an incredibly thin black nightgown that left much of her skin exposed. The garment was so short that it barely covered her backside, and the fabric was sheer enough to reveal her abdomen clearly. Her waist, which was barely graspable, was fully on display—this wasn’t just a waist; it was a deadly allure.
Aside from her private areas, she seemed to be revealing every other part of herself. This was no mere nightgown; it was something far more provocative! At that moment, one of her shoulder straps slipped down, hanging loosely on her arm, exposing a hint of her pristine skin. Coupled with her exquisite legs, it was a sight that struck me like a thunderbolt, leaving my mouth dry and my heart racing.
Blood rushed from my nose like a burst dam, flowing uncontrollably until it dripped onto the floor without me even realizing it.
“Hey! Zhao Lun, you’re bleeding!”
Ouyang Zhirou dashed over to me, quickly forming a small wad of tissue and stuffing it into my nostrils. It wasn’t until the tissue was lodged in my nose that I snapped back to reality. I lifted my head and turned away, my face burning with embarrassment, afraid to look at her again lest my primal instincts take over.
Ouyang Zhirou noticed everything; her cheeks flushed in response to mine.
“Do I look good?” she asked.
Her words hit me like an intoxicating spell, clouding my mind and drowning out all rational thought. The image of her lingered vividly in my mind.
“Calm down, Zhao Lun! You must resist!”
I pinched the inner thigh hard enough to bring tears to my eyes, hoping the pain would bring clarity.
“You look stunning, Zhi Rou. Could you please change? I’d like to live a few more years!”
I couldn’t fathom what had come over Ouyang Zhirou as she suddenly leaned close to my ear, almost brushing against it. Her breath was warm and heavy against my skin, making me feel weak and vulnerable.
“Why don’t you look at me? What’s there to resist? Aren’t we the same?”
Her words sent a jolt through me; it felt as if my body was no longer under my control. She was like a siren, her voice dripping with seductive charm that beckoned me toward temptation.
I let out a desperate scream and bolted back into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I gasped for air, trying to calm myself through deep breaths and distance from the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume me.
“Mom! I want to go home! The outside world is terrifying—full of women who would devour you whole!”
Time ticked by agonizingly slowly as I remained trapped in my turmoil. Instead of calming down with each passing second, the desire only intensified. I even began to hear phantom echoes of Ouyang Zhirou’s voice repeating, “Aren’t we the same?”
Fortunately, she didn’t make any noise outside the door; every word she had spoken felt like an addiction pulling at me.
In desperation, I decided to take drastic measures. I turned and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the cold water cascade over me in hopes of cooling down my heated desires.
The sound of the shower immediately caught Ouyang Zhirou’s attention; she looked at my closed door with a sultry smile that hinted at deeper intentions—truly someone with lustful thoughts but lacking the courage to act on them.
I thought that if I doused myself in cold water, it would surely calm my urges. I believed that if my willpower were strong enough, I wouldn’t succumb to these temptations—but everything I thought would work only spiraled out of control.
I thought I thought, but what the hell did I think? I'm just a person, and every human being has emotions and desires. Even monks can't completely sever their feelings and cravings, let alone someone like me.
The sound of splashing water continued to echo in the bathroom, yet Xiao Lao Di remained remarkably steadfast, showing no sign of yielding despite the predicament.
Seeing this, I shivered and could only curse under my breath, "Three Billion Elite Soldiers, deploy!"
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