Desire had indeed been ignited, yet Xiang Ri restrained himself from complete indulgence. Instead, he chose to kiss his apprentice thoroughly, leaving no part untouched, as a form of "retaliation" for her doubts about his character.
Naturally, as one of the central figures in this unfolding drama, Miss An was not spared from the fervent kisses of this man overtaken by primal instincts. Even the most private place she had steadfastly guarded against his advances was ultimately "conquered" by him.
After the commotion, Xiang Ri found his drowsiness entirely dispelled. Amid the playful complaints of the two thoroughly exhausted women, he left their room and returned to his own—not to catch up on sleep, but to wash up, change clothes, and prepare for class.
Unable to sleep and unwilling to linger idly at home, he decided that accompanying them to school might be a worthwhile diversion.
With his plan set, and still having plenty of time, Xiang Ri made his way to the kitchen and personally prepared an assortment of exquisite, aromatic, and flavorful breakfast dishes.
Just as he finished arranging them neatly on the dining table, Chu Chu emerged from her room, looking every bit as though she had just woken up.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she was taken aback upon seeing the lavish spread. "Xiang Kui, did you make all this?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise. In her memory, this man had never been one to rise early, let alone take on the effort of preparing breakfast.
"Heh." Xiang Ri grinned with a hint of pride. "You all take care of me so much—it's only right I repay the favor today."
Though his words sounded noble, the truth was simpler: he was in an exceptionally good mood and had nothing better to do.
Chu Chu beamed with happiness. "Xiang Kui, you're the best!"
Feigning modesty, Xiang Ri replied, "Enough flattery. Go wash up quickly—the food won't taste as good once it gets cold."
"Mm." Chu Chu nodded obediently, her demeanor now much softer than before. Since that incident, she had undergone significant changes, transforming from a fiery-tempered "carnivore" into a gentle and docile "plesiosaur."
Xiang Ri's gaze lingered, his thoughts stirring—not because of her newfound gentleness, but due to her attire.
She wore a pale pink tank top that exposed her slender waist and an adorable navel. Her chest, clearly unfettered by a bra, subtly hinted at its natural form. Yet the most provocative detail was her lower half: a pair of tight floral shorts that clung snugly to her increasingly shapely hips, the fabric straining slightly at her thighs. The sight left little to the imagination and everything to distraction.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Xiang Ri lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around her. His arousal pressed firmly against her lower body, a futile attempt to alleviate the torment of unfulfilled desire.
Chu Chu, of course, immediately sensed the change in his physique. Her face flushed crimson, and her hand instinctively pinched the soft flesh at his waist. "Xiang Kui, stop it... tonight..."
Feeling the tautness in his waist as her fingers applied pressure, Xiang Ri came to a firm conclusion: Chu Chu still loved pinching people just as much as ever.
He gently grasped her small hand, still resting on his waist, and chuckled mischievously, his tone laced with mutual understanding. "Tonight, don't even think about making any excuses. Tonight, you're mine."
Chu Chu's face grew even redder. She opened her mouth as if to respond, but before she could speak, the abrupt sound of a door opening interrupted them. The bedroom door nearby swung open, and two women stepped out, laughing and chatting animatedly.
Startled, Chu Chu swallowed her words, quickly pushed Xiang Ri away, and stammered, "I need to brush my teeth." With that, she spun around and dashed into the bathroom.
Xiang Ri also noticed the two women, who had composed themselves and seemed entirely at ease. However, instead of showing frustration at having his "moment" disrupted, he casually asked, "You're up already?"
A simple question unexpectedly brought a flush of embarrassment to the faces of Shi Qing and An Xin, whose relationship with the man had grown more intimate following their private conversation. The mention made them recall the earlier moment of being "teased" by him.
Lady An, recovering some of her former fiery demeanor, shot the man a glare and snapped, "Of course we're up. Or did you think we, like a certain pig, always sleep in so late?"
It was evident that her reference to the "certain pig" was a thinly veiled jab at the man.
"Heh heh." Xiang Ri let out a sly chuckle, his gaze sweeping over the two women.
Most of his attention, however, was fixed on Little An, his mind turning darkly. How dare she call her husband a pig? It seemed he had been far too "lenient" with her. When the opportunity arose, he resolved to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
Shi Qing, unaware of the schemes forming in the man's mind, only felt a shiver run down her spine under his unsettling gaze. Intuitively sensing he was up to no good, she quickly changed the subject. Eyeing the food on the table, she sniffed theatrically and exclaimed, "It smells amazing! Teacher, did you make this?"
An Xin, who had been slightly cowed by his predatory look, caught onto the change in topic and cleverly joined in. "It really does smell wonderful!" she said, mimicking Shi Qing's act of sniffing the air.
"Of course!" Xiang Ri unabashedly accepted their praise. After glancing toward the bathroom and noting no movement, he smugly added, "This is the masterpiece of your dear husband himself. How could it not smell divine?"
Hearing the word "husband," Shi Qing's face turned crimson as she bashfully murmured, "Teacher..."
An Xin, however, was more direct, spitting out a sharp "Bah!" in protest of his unabashed audacity to say such things so boldly.
"Hahaha!" Xiang Ri burst into hearty laughter and gestured to the spread before them. "If it smells good, then hurry up and eat before it gets cold. It won't taste as nice otherwise!"
As he watched the two women before him and thought of Chu Chu, still in the bathroom, Xiang Ri couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. All three of them, equally youthful and stunning beauties, belonged to him.
Such thoughts filled him with an overwhelming sense of delight and contentment. Truly, life couldn't get any better.
Dreaming of the day when he could embrace all these beauties together in bed, the rogue's face lit up with unrestrained glee. This was no mere fantasy of a threesome but the grandeur of a fabled foursome. And if he could entice the lady officer to join, it would ascend to a quintet of indulgence. Naturally, adding a certain slender figure to the mix... Xiang Ri's face curved into a wicked, lecherous grin at the thought.
"Xiang Kui, could you please stop smiling like that? You look so indecent!" Although An Xin didn't know why the man was laughing, her keen intuition picked up on the lewd undertone in his expression.
"Do I?" Xiang Ri feigned innocence, his eyes glinting with curiosity as he noticed An Xin's wary expression. Could she read minds? Had his thoughts been uncovered?
"You do!" Shi Qing immediately chimed in, nodding emphatically. Having seen that same unsettling grin on his face during the morning's "incident," she wholeheartedly agreed with her friend's observation.
"Nonsense!" Xiang Ri retorted, feigning anger. This disciple of his clearly needed some "disciplining," or she might just climb over his head one day. "Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth! Breakfast is ready, and we'll be off to class soon."
Not far from their apartment, in a room within a nearby hotel, three men and a woman were deep in discussion.
"Boss, that guy is absolutely inhuman! I'd bet a hundred percent he's either a demon or some kind of freakish species," exclaimed a fiery red-haired youth in an exaggerated tone.
"Shut up!" snapped a tall young man, cutting him off with evident irritation. "No one would miss you if you stayed silent."
"What's that supposed to mean, Old Hei? Looking for a fight?" The red-haired youth clenched his fists, his voice brimming with discontent.
"Enough." The handsome leader's single word instantly silenced the two bickering youths, their tempers cooling like roosters suddenly restrained. Yet even he was internally debating a troubling question—should he report this matter to their superiors?
"Boss, are you really planning to report it?" The ice-cold beauty, who had remained silent until now, finally broke her silence and addressed the handsome youth.
With a bitter smile, the leader replied, "Lan, you saw it yourself. That man was completely unaffected by your hypnotic gaze. This demonstrates immense mental fortitude. And then there's last night's incident—would you have believed it if you hadn't witnessed it yourself? Hit by a prepared van, thrown a great distance, and we all thought he was done for. Yet he got up as if nothing had happened. Do you think someone like that could still be considered ordinary?"
As he spoke, the memory of the harrowing hit-and-run from the night before resurfaced in his mind. He still couldn't fathom how the man they were tasked to "protect" had been struck by a premeditated attack, only to emerge unscathed.
The moment he had heard the vehicle revving, he had sensed something was amiss. However, to avoid alerting their target to the fact he was being followed, they had kept their distance. By the time they realized the danger, it was too late to intervene. All they could do was watch as the man was struck and hurled through the air.
Initially, they assumed their mission had failed. But to their astonishment, the target not only survived the impact but moved around as if nothing had happened. Was such resilience even human?
Even if he were human, he clearly possessed extraordinary abilities. And people like that were usually "nationalized."
This was precisely why the handsome youth was conflicted. If he reported the incident, the government would undoubtedly dispatch agents to recruit the man into the "Special Operations Unit." But in doing so, he would lose something precious—his freedom.
The icy beauty was evidently aware of this as well. Truthfully, she didn't quite understand why she felt a tinge of concern for the lecher who had taken liberties with her. Was it because she didn't want to see him fall into the same trap they had, or was it something else entirely?
The handsome youth continued his analysis, "The higher-ups likely had no idea the person we're tasked to protect has such freakish strength. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent us to handle him."
"But you must understand," the icy beauty said with a trace of concern, "if the higher-ups knew of his abilities, they would undoubtedly make him join us."
The handsome young man did not immediately respond. Instead, he sighed deeply, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and muttered to himself, "I have no other choice."
With that, he dialed a mysterious number.