The Fastest and Weakest Hitori

He did not have perfect memory and could not copy works word for word, so he knew his limits. He probably could not handle those bestselling works.

Besides, this was a female supremacy world. When copying literature, many settings needed to be adjusted. In other words, if he wanted to copy "Battle Qi, Third Stage," Xiao Yan's dick would have to be cut off.

But things were different now. His abilities had improved considerably, and he could try copying some marketable works.

A bit of popularity, enhanced writing skills, and an unrivaled imagination...

"I don't lack anything now~"

Luo Zhen raised both hands. Next, his grand plan to make money was about to accelerate.

It was past nine at night. Luo Zhen had finished showering, and Futari had already gone to sleep.

He should have gone back to his own home, but for some reason, he stayed.

In the living room, Hitori sat on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable all over as she kept stealing glances at Luo Zhen.

"I've already brushed my teeth."

For some reason, she suddenly mentioned that, clearly expecting something.

"So have I."

He had taken care of it while showering. Luo Zhen sat beside Hitori and gently took her hand.

Hitori trembled with excitement, her gaze beginning to wander.

"You know, Hitori, sometimes you need to be more proactive. I won't resist you."

"Whatever it is, it's okay~"

Luo Zhen whispered by Hitori's ear, and her breathing grew heavier.

With a sudden burst of force, Little Ichiri actually pinned Luo Zhen to the sofa.

Luo Zhen merely chuckled at that.

Two soft, huge puddings seemed ready to break free from the restraints of her clothes at any moment.

"Why was Manager Hoshika holding you during the performance?"

Hitori suddenly asked. Though she had kept telling herself it did not matter at all.

She clearly still cared about it.

"And that... writing senpai. Why was she by your side?"

Hitori continued pressing him, her entire weight resting on Luo Zhen.

"So you suddenly exploded during your performance because you saw that scene?"

"Mm... There were a lot of people at the time, and all the girls wanted to squeeze closer to me. The manager was just helping chase them away."

"As for Senpai Shiyu, she suddenly came over."

Luo Zhen explained as he reached out and patted Hitori's head.

The manager was definitely a good person, but that big-breasted fat woman needed to be guarded against.

"Do you really have to learn writing from her?"

"You don't actually need to write, do you? I'll work hard, and our family's financial pressure isn't that severe anyway."

"I'll become a huge star. Then we definitely won't be short of money."

Hitori spoke with lofty ambition, her eyes turning serious.

Her possessiveness surged forth, and her gaze actually became dangerous.

She was sexually repressed too, and she had been repressing herself for a long time. Now, she was starting to lose control.

What else could she do? Ever since childhood, she had had a handsome childhood friend by her side, who teased and provoked her from time to time.

What was this? Teasing Master Luo Zhen-san?

Sooner or later, I'll top you and turn you into Gotou Zhen!

"Hitori, you're so cool. Come on, let's do that thing from before. This time, you take the lead."

Luo Zhen wrapped his arms around Hitori's neck.

Unable to endure any longer, Hitori climbed on top of him. She awkwardly shifted her body like a snail, her plump, delicate figure pressed tightly against Luo Zhen.

Even through their clothes, they could feel each other's body heat.

She opened her mouth and pressed her lips to his.

What a clumsy girl. She had probably learned this technique online again.

She tried to stick out her tongue, but after doing so, she kept it still.

Luo Zhen found this clumsy Hitori incredibly cute, so he did not make too many movements and simply let her continue.

Like a snake, her tongue moved back and forth, but she made no further moves beyond that.

Luo Zhen held her as the two quietly enjoyed the wonderful moment.

But at that moment, Hitori displayed an entirely different kind of behavior.

As if she had gone mad, she launched a frenzied offensive against Luo Zhen.

Like making fire by rubbing sticks together, their temperatures began to rise under the rapid friction.

But everything abruptly came to an end. Hitori released Luo Zhen and let out a long sigh.

"?"

Luo Zhen blinked. He had not expected Hitori to stop just like that.

"I shouldn't have done that. Sigh, Little Zhen must hate me now."

Hitori grew dejected, speaking in a dispirited tone.

She had clearly been excited and wild just moments ago, but in the span of an instant, the flames within her had gone out.

Luo Zhen found it unbelievable. This development was like...

Post-nut clarity?

Immediately regretting it after finishing, thinking she had been too impulsive and should not have done that.

That fast? It had not even been thirty seconds, and they were still wearing clothes. How had it become like this?

Luo Zhen got up from the sofa and adjusted his clothes.

"Hitori, are you okay?"

Luo Zhen asked, reaching out to stroke her head.

"I was just thinking, what exactly are people living for? And where will our future lead us?"

Hitori grew even more depressed.

Chapter 26: The Fastest and Weakest Hitori

Luo Zhen also found it unbelievable. Hitori had actually... finished that quickly.

Seeing her enter post-nut clarity, Luo Zhen felt rather helpless too.

"Maybe you just performed poorly. When you get too excited, it really is possible to misfire. One touch, and the bullets start flying everywhere."

Luo Zhen was thinking from a man's perspective. With this sort of thing, mentality was very important.

It actually had nothing to do with size or hardness. What mattered most was technique and sincerity.

"Right now, I just want to play the guitar. A sad song, dedicated to the youth I'm about to lose."

Hitori sighed mournfully. Her expression became forlorn, and with a movement of her hands, she began playing an "air guitar."

The corner of Luo Zhen's mouth twitched. Faced with this situation, he simply pulled Hitori into his arms.

He blew warm air into Hitori's ear and whispered some soft, sweet nothings.

In an instant, Hitori was fully revived. She pinned Luo Zhen down again and began kissing him as though tasting delicious food.

But it was still the same as before. After speeding up and rubbing a few times, she shuddered and it was over.

"Am I useless?"

Hitori sighed. If she had a cigarette, she definitely would have lit one and started puffing away.

"I'm not in good condition. The pressure from performing on stage was too much."

What a classic excuse. At this moment, Hitori looked like a dispirited middle-aged man.

"It's okay, Hitori. This sort of thing can be trained. I'll accompany you."

Luo Zhen patted her shoulder and began analyzing the situation for her.

"This may be happening because you've gone overboard with entertaining yourself."

That was his personal understanding.

Hand-based sprinting usually led to two outcomes: constantly pursuing speed and becoming increasingly sensitive, turning into a quick shooter; or prolonged combat, causing the weapon's durability to decline and the steel gun to become a soft gun.

Of course, that referred to doing it too often.

Under normal circumstances, entertaining oneself was a perfectly normal way to vent.

Luo Zhen explained the relevant theory to Hitori. Though this clearly applied to "men," it probably made some sense for women too.

"So, Hitori, you need to restrain yourself from now on."

Luo Zhen patted her shoulder and said earnestly.

"Even if it's for my sake, hurry up and quit."

Those words immediately gave Hitori a headache.

"How could I quit? This is my source of happiness. I rely on this for my whole life."

Hitori felt that she had no way of escaping its influence.

"What I mean is, you won't need to do it yourself from now on..."

Luo Zhen said as he reversed their positions, pinning Hitori down beneath him.

In a somewhat heavy embrace, their bodies pressed together like a sandwich. The meat between the slices of bread was a little too fat, soft and squishy.

"If you can hold back, I'll help you."

"I can do anything Hitori wants."

Luo Zhen's voice was incomparably gentle. Upon hearing it, Hitori's entire body stiffened, while the two core points became hard enough to ache.

"Anything? Anything?"

Hitori was so excited that she started speaking a foreign language.

"Mm."

Luo Zhen nodded and continued blowing into her ear. His warm, damp, sticky breath seemed as though it would completely wrap around Hitori's soul.

"Even using your mouth? Even outside?"

Hitori began looking forward to it, the soft flesh on her body trembling even more intensely.

Incidentally, their current position looked extremely suggestive, even overly intimate.

A man pressing directly on top of her was something Hitori had only ever seen in erotic comics.

Would Little Immortal Men do something like this?

They would most likely just lie there like corpses without moving, waiting for girls to serve them. There would be no interactive experience at all.

But Luo Zhen... he really was such a shameless slut.

"You can~ But you need to fulfill the prerequisite. You have to endure properly and not entertain yourself."

"You can only do it through me. Everything else is forbidden."

Wasn't this that kind of management? Oh my god, this was completely like an erotic comic's development.

"I'll train you properly and make you last longer again."

Luo Zhen said this was not merely about making her happy. He would also try to help Hitori adjust a little, so she would not surrender after just a few touches.