3. Request

In a normal world, men liked black stockings and long legs.

But this was a female-dominated world, where women ruled everything and had their own corresponding preferences.

For example, licking hands, fingering, and the like were all tags commonly seen on erotic platforms.

Men fantasized about women giving them footjobs, while women fantasized about men fingering them. Luo Zhen had even seen so-called bestselling men's black-stocking gloves online.

"I wasn't staring at your hands!"

Hitori's entire body trembled. It was over—she had done something so off-putting. Would Little Zhen hate her now?

"Waaah, don't hate me."

Like a puppy about to be abandoned, Hitori abruptly grabbed Luo Zhen's clothes.

"Please, if I don't have Little Zhen, I..."

Hitori started embarrassing herself again. They were still at the school gates, yet she was acting like this.

Luo Zhen sighed and reached out to rub her cheek, his fingers inadvertently brushing softly across her lips.

"How could I hate you, Hitori? We'll always be together. We'll never be apart."

Luo Zhen smiled. This completely seized control of Hitori's heart.

Poor Hitori was being played in the palm of his hand, and she immediately beamed with joy.

She really was easy to understand, and quite clumsy too. She was always thinking of strange things.

Luo Zhen intended to spend the rest of his life with her. Besides liking her, he simply couldn't stop worrying about her.

At that moment, Luo Zhen exuded an intense "maternal aura." Of course, by this world's reversed standards between men and women, it should have been called a "paternal aura," right?

"Little Zhen, hehe, my Little Zhen."

Those words just now basically counted as a confession, didn't they?

Little Ichiri began fantasizing about a wonderful future. She had even thought of names for their children.

If she couldn't find a band, she could just give birth to one herself.

Haha, she would handle the guitar. Then she just needed to give birth to a bassist, drummer, and keyboardist.

A family band wasn't such a bad idea.

In her mind, a family of pink-haired people performed onstage while the audience below applauded wildly. The atmosphere was incredibly lively.

By the way, his fingers had touched her lips just now, and it had felt really nice.

Little Zhen's hand smelled nice and felt soft. She wanted to grab it, hold it tightly in her mouth, lick it wildly with her tongue, and keep sucking on it.

[Close contact with a woman. Physique Enhancement skill upgrading.]

[Obtained "Guitar Skill (Level 2)"]

The Golden Finger triggered once more, and Luo Zhen gained more advanced guitar techniques in his mind.

Watching Hitori's expression constantly change, Luo Zhen felt deeply emotional.

She was definitely putting on another little drama in her head. Damn it, Hitori, what was the point of having such a vivid imagination?

Luo Zhen pressed his fingers together and gave Hitori several knocks on the head with a hand chop.

After that, they entered the school and began their daily classes.

During the break, Luo Zhen borrowed a guitar with Hitori.

He tried applying the guitar techniques he had acquired and naturally began playing a tune.

"Little Zhen, your Guitar Skill is incredible! It's like you've practiced for half a year. Have you been secretly practicing?"

Hitori's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

"The level of half a year?"

Level one was merely beginner level. Level two was equivalent to practicing for half a year, and he could actually perform onstage already.

Of course, difficult songs were still out of the question. He needed more in-depth practice, while also paying attention to getting along with his bandmates.

Luo Zhen set down the guitar, then half-leaned against Hitori's desk.

His long legs parted slightly, the tips of his shoes rubbing against Hitori's calves a few times.

"Hitori, what do you think about joining a band?"

Luo Zhen asked.

Hitori swallowed several times, staring unblinkingly at the curves of Luo Zhen's legs.

His looks were so "ordinary" that only after staring at him for a long time could people discover his appeal. His temperament was more alluring than anything else, but Luo Zhen's figure was absolutely top-tier.

With one of those legs stretched out, Hitori wanted to clamp it between her thighs and then repeatedly thrust and rub against his knee for pleasure.

Goto Hitori, you little pervert!

"You want to join a band? No, absolutely not."

"Bands are incredibly chaotic. Those women will eat you clean."

"They'll treat you like a drum kit and make crisp sounds from you; treat you like a bass and cover your mouth so you can't make a sound; treat you like a guitar and strum you wildly."

Hitori panicked.

"I'm a living person. How did I become an instrument? And it's not me joining—it's you."

Luo Zhen couldn't hold back and laughed.

Request

Only then did Hitori realize that she had misunderstood.

"I'm not trying to scare you. I saw similar news online—an entire band did something terrible to a male fan."

"When all's said and done, aren't bands just about smoking, drinking, and messing around with men? Little Zhen, don't have any strange fantasies about bands."

Hitori gave Luo Zhen a barrage of warnings.

"I'm asking you—don't you want to join a band?"

Luo Zhen knew Hitori was concerned for him, so he didn't say much.

Besides, what Hitori said made sense. If he were caught by a group of women and forced to cross swords with them, it would be incredibly painful.

"As for me... someone like me would probably have a hard time joining a band."

Hitori spoke weakly.

"Don't put yourself down. I'll help you."

Luo Zhen patted her shoulder, already having a rough plan in mind.

It was simple. As long as he took Little Ichiri to find Hongxia and Liang, everything would work out.

Bond Band had a very relaxed atmosphere, and each member had a friendly personality. It should be the most suitable group for Hitori.

That was how the original story developed, so there probably wouldn't be a problem.

As long as Bond Band developed a little, strengthened their abilities, and paired that with the interesting songs he provided, they would definitely become a popular band.

Afterward, he needed to meet with his editor and discuss what to do after his novel got canceled. Maybe he could try contacting the members of the band as well?

And when it came to novels, he immediately had a novel idea.

Could he use his Golden Finger to greatly improve his writing ability?

Then he could make even more money by copying works.

The economy was sluggish, and desirelessness syndrome was still spreading. Another economic crisis might come at any time.

So, for the sake of a happy life in the future, making money was absolutely necessary. Luo Zhen remained vigilant, always feeling a sense of urgency in his heart.

When school ended that afternoon, Luo Zhen told Hitori to go home first. He had matters to handle.

He had arranged to meet his editor at a coffee shop.

"Getting canceled is already inevitable. Go back and write the final volume. It probably won't receive a large print run either, so you can be casual about it."

"Then, you can start planning your next book now."

His editor, Machida Sonoko, wore a businesslike expression. After finishing the official matters, she examined the young man before her with a deep gaze.

He did not possess the dazzling beauty of a rose. The young man always wore a calm expression, like a well-behaved younger brother next door who was easy to get along with.

Miss Yuanzi, single and in her thirties, met Luo Zhen's gaze.

At that instant, her heart began beating faster.

"If you ask me, it would be better to push the handsome young male author plan. The work would sell easily."

Her expression was serious, but her tone was remarkably gentle, as though she feared her words might make him resentful.

Under the table, her long legs pressed together and unconsciously rubbed a few times.

Luo Zhen shook his head. His thoughts remained the same as before—he should stay behind the scenes as much as possible.

Whether he was copying novels or music, he would avoid showing his face whenever possible.

The women in this world were terrifying, and he wasn't used to being watched by so many people.

"But I have something I'd like to ask of you. Miss Yuanzi, as an editor, you should have other authors under your care."

"Could you find a senior author to give me some pointers?"

"If my prose improves and my writing skills get better, my work should sell well."

Luo Zhen made his request, though a cunning glint flashed in his eyes.

As long as he found a female author and had a little contact with her, perhaps he could freeload off her skills.

But specifically speaking, how much contact would be necessary?

"There are already few men to begin with, and male authors are even rarer. Where am I supposed to find you a senior?"

"Even if there really are male authors in the industry, they're difficult to get along with."

"Waaah, a gentle young man like Little Zhen is practically a rare treasure."

After all, the ratio of women to men was twenty to one. And the girls were also heavily repressed. Women had changed, and men had changed as well.

Those who were favored were always fearless.

Most of the men in this world were "Little Immortal Men," and enhanced versions at that.

Yet Luo Zhen always appeared gentle and tolerant, and that was precisely the most intoxicating thing about him.

"Even though you aren't a handsome young man, with this personality and temperament, you'll definitely become beloved by everyone."

"Please, just follow our plan."

"This is the fastest route."

Yuanzi pleaded bitterly. She couldn't understand why, when there was such an easy road, the young man refused to take it.

"The detour is my shortcut. A female author is fine too. Please introduce one to me. I don't mind."

Luo Zhen said, his voice like a breeze brushing over wind chimes, sending countless ripples through one's heart.

"Fine. I'll arrange it for you."

Yuanzi stared fixedly at Luo Zhen. She controlled her expression well, but her heart was pounding, and she felt herself losing control.

How could this young man be so sweet?

Tonight... she would use him as a side dish.

"Thank you, Miss Yuanzi."

Luo Zhen held out his hand, and Yuanzi excitedly shook it.

Wow, she had touched the young man's hand. She wasn't washing her hands. When she got home, she would touch herself first and properly relieve some stress.

But then again, the matter of finding a senior author for guidance still had to be handled carefully.

At the very least, those wealthy veteran authors definitely wouldn't do.

Otherwise, what if Luo Zhen was won over by a rich author's financial offensive?