This Isn't an Asura Field

On Christmas Eve, the girl sat nervously at the foot of the bed.

She wore a beautiful, sexy little red-and-white Christmas dress. Her black boots had been kicked onto the carpet beside her. Her delicate, pale bare feet were not swinging at the edge of the bed; instead, her toes were tightly curled, like clustered lotus seeds—small and translucent.

Watching Sean approach, Stephanie could not help cursing inwardly.

He was smiling way too lecherously...

How had she gotten so muddleheaded that she agreed to him... agreed to this kind of weird game...

A velvet blindfold was gently placed over her eyes. Everything before her turned pitch-black, but she could still feel Sean's body heat as he drew near.

It was faint, yet warm—like a cat edging closer, making her heart itch.

"You won't be able to see or hear anything in a moment," Sean said softly by Stephanie's ear, his voice carrying a trace of impatient amusement.

Stephanie nervously rubbed her legs together, fear creeping into her voice. "Y-you can't leave this room..."

"Of course. After all, I still need to..." Sean leaned close and whispered a few words into her ear, bringing several crimson clouds to the girl's cheeks.

This hooligan...

The earmuffs were put on as well, and the sounds around her immediately became muffled.

Stephanie vaguely heard something, probably Sean confirming whether she could still hear him.

She nodded nervously, unsure whether she was anticipating what would happen next or afraid that he would come up with some strange new trick.

Meanwhile, Sean, standing on the carpet, waved a hand in front of Stephanie's eyes and muttered, "Stephanie? Stephanie? I'm going out now, okay?"

When he saw the girl nod, he breathed a sigh of relief—she really could not hear him.

Looking at the enchanting girl before