As a battle-hardened man, Qiu Tu was exceptionally sensitive to certain sounds. Sometimes, merely hearing a sound would automatically conjure up slightly suggestive scenes in his mind.
So, upon hearing that rustling sound, Qiu Tu immediately pictured Zhao Ji undressing.
Strictly speaking, such a scene no longer meant much to Qiu Tu.
After all, he had lived two lives and had never lacked women. Countless women had wanted to strip naked before him with their backs turned to him.
But the person in this suggestive scene was Zhao Ji—the great ice block whose strength and status in his previous life had been unfathomable, and who still suppressed all ages in this life!
Such status and strength added a terrifying allure to this scene.
Qiu Tu had once heard a famous saying in his previous life: "To die beneath a peony is to die a happy ghost."
He had never really understood those words before, but today, he inexplicably felt the urge to court death.
Fortunately, after so many trials, Qiu Tu's mental fortitude had long surpassed that of ordinary people.
So although his thoughts ran wild and he desperately wanted to turn around at once, he forcibly suppressed his fantasies and kept himself calm.
He knew this was a critical moment for a breakthrough in his relationship with Zhao Ji. He absolutely could not lose the greater for the lesser.
Only by enduring loneliness can you fuck a better bitch!
After silently encouraging himself, Qiu Tu's mind quickly settled.
But just then, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as though something soft were sliding across it.
Qiu Tu froze for a moment, and then his heart stirred.
Could it be that since he had not taken the initiative, Zhao Ji had decided to do so first? Thinking this, he could not help wanting to turn around and ask.
But at that crucial moment, Qiu Tu recalled his agreement with Zhao Ji. Instinctively sensing something was wrong, he hurriedly held his head still and called behind him, "Sister Zhao Ji, are you there? I feel like something is moving behind me. Can you take a look for me?"
It would have been fine if he had remained silent, but the moment he spoke, that soft thing seemed to come alive. It suddenly shot upward, then upward again, before stopping directly at Qiu Tu's neck.
Qiu Tu instinctively reached out to grab it. But the next second, that soft object suddenly became incomparably hard and icy cold! It even exuded wisps of chilling air!
In that instant, every hair on Qiu Tu's body stood on end! His movements froze completely!
Without clothing separating them, how could Qiu Tu fail to recognize what it was? It was a sword! A Soft Sword as supple as water, yet capable of taking a life with ease!
At that point, how could Qiu Tu not realize that everything before had been an ambiguous trap?
Sure enough, Zhao Ji's cool voice drifted calmly from behind him. "It seems I underestimated you."
"Even like this, you still did not turn around. You did not even give me an excuse to strike."
Cold sweat began dripping from Qiu Tu's forehead. He said something even he did not believe. "Sister Zhao Ji, I may be a little lustful, but I do have principles."
"You are the person I admire and respect most. How could I possibly peek at you without your consent?"
After saying that, Qiu Tu paused before continuing, "Besides, you are a Heavenly God Reincarnation. In your previous life, you were a Peak Heavenly God beyond even a God King."
"If I casually peeked at you, wouldn't that be desecrating a Heavenly God?"
"Back in my hometown, blasphemy against gods meant being sent to the eighteen levels of hell. I would not even think of it."
Zhao Ji had no other weakness—she simply liked hearing flattery. After Qiu Tu's string of compliments, the corner of her lips could not help curling into an almost imperceptible smile.
She said coolly, "Quick-witted, I'll give you that. But you cannot fool me. Ever since earlier, evil thoughts have been radiating from you."
"Who knows what you have been doing to me in your mind."
Even so, the Soft Sword at Qiu Tu's neck slowly withdrew. Zhao Ji merely gave a calm warning. "If there is a next time, it will not end so simply."
After saying that, Qiu Tu felt the chill behind him slowly fade away.
He could not help wiping away the sweat seeping from his forehead, his face full of lingering fear as he let out a deep breath.
Who would have thought that even a great ice block knew how to use strategy? She had actually pretended to undress just to test him!
Good thing he had not fallen for it! Otherwise, forget seeing any springtime scenery—his eyes would probably have been gouged out first!
Meanwhile, just as Qiu Tu was letting his imagination run wild, the rustling sound of clothes being removed came from behind him once more.
This time, only a few seconds passed before Zhao Ji's voice sounded by his ear. "All right. Come over."
Hearing Zhao Ji's voice, Qiu Tu quickly responded and prepared to turn around.
But at that moment, all the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the room's illumination seemed to be completely drained away by some miraculous Calamity Ability.
The previously bright room was instantly swallowed by total darkness. Qiu Tu's vision went black, and he could no longer see anything.
Seeing this, Qiu Tu could not help being startled. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, Zhao Ji's calm command sounded by his ear again. "Follow the golden light beneath your feet."
Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu lowered his head and discovered that points of starlight had somehow appeared on the floor of the pitch-black room.
Each point of starlight was the size of a fist and golden in color. Scattered across the floor, they resembled a row of guiding markers. Clearly, all of this had been arranged by Zhao Ji.
Seeing this, Qiu Tu was stunned for a moment before silently praising Zhao Ji's quick thinking.
Qiu Tu wanted to use this treatment to take his relationship with Zhao Ji a step further. Zhao Ji had likely keenly sensed that, so she had been on guard the entire time.
For example, when they had first entered the room, Zhao Ji had set up a small formation around Qiu Tu. It restricted his Mental Power from leaking out, preventing him from using Mental Scan on her while she changed clothes.
And now, Zhao Ji had used special means to drain all the light from the room. That meant that during the treatment, whether Qiu Tu kept his eyes open or closed, he would be unable to see her body.
Her precautions could not have been more thorough. She did not even need to gamble on Qiu Tu's character.
Sure enough, no one who could reach the summit in that brutal world was an idiot.
Fortunately, Qiu Tu had not intended to do anything this time anyway.
With that thought, Qiu Tu composed himself, turned in the direction indicated by the golden light, and slowly walked forward.
Strangely enough, his room was clearly not large. He should have reached the bed after just a few steps, yet after taking seven or eight steps, he still had not reached it.
In this darkness where nothing could be seen, space and distance seemed to have lost their dimensions.
After another seven or eight steps, the golden specks of light at the end finally transformed into a golden Futon.
Zhao Ji's voice sounded by his ear. "Sit on it."
This treatment had clearly been proposed and arranged by Qiu Tu, yet at some point, Zhao Ji had completely taken control of the rhythm.
But Qiu Tu had a very accurate understanding of his position. He was currently no match for Zhao Ji, so he had no room to object to whatever she said.
Thus, he obediently sat on the Futon.
As Qiu Tu sat down on the Futon, Zhao Ji's cool voice sounded beside his ear again. "I am directly in front of you. Begin the treatment."
Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu blinked and said, "Sister Zhao Ji, you're in front of me right now?"
As he spoke, Qiu Tu hesitated before adding, "Can I confirm the direction first?"
"My Mental Power has been blocked by you ever since I entered the room, and now I cannot see anything either. I have no sense of distance at all."
Qiu Tu was not lying this time. He meant it seriously.
When the vision and Mental Power of any living being were blocked, they would lose their perception of space. Right now, he truly had no idea where Zhao Ji was.
Perhaps hearing the sincerity in Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji fell silent for two seconds before slowly saying, "You may."
After receiving Zhao Ji's permission, Qiu Tu became inexplicably nervous. He swallowed, clenched his hands, then extended one palm flat and slowly reached forward.
Zhao Ji had apparently calculated the positioning perfectly. Qiu Tu had only extended half an arm's length when he felt her warm body.
Zhao Ji could be called the most beautiful woman Qiu Tu had ever seen. Her exquisite features were like those of an elf who had stepped out of a painting.
And people always had even more beautiful fantasies about beautiful things.
For example, whenever Qiu Tu saw Zhao Ji, he always felt that she must be exceptionally clean—perhaps so clean that she had no body hair at all.
And whenever he saw Zhao Ji, he also felt that her skin had to be incredibly soft and smooth.
But now that he had touched her, Qiu Tu discovered that his imagination had still been somewhat lacking.
That could hardly be called soft and smooth. She felt like a perfectly boiled egg—not only soft and silky, but so delicate that her skin seemed ready to break with a breath, with an exquisite texture beneath his hand.
And perhaps it was an illusion, but Qiu Tu felt Zhao Ji's body tremble slightly the moment he touched her.
Qiu Tu froze for a moment, then suddenly noticed a flaw in Zhao Ji's plan:
After draining all the light from the room, they indeed could not see each other. But when sight became useless, the sensation of touch would be amplified tenfold!
With that thought, a bold idea suddenly arose in Qiu Tu's heart.
He extended one finger and gently traced it across Zhao Ji's smooth back.
Sure enough, although it was only an extremely gentle stroke, amplified by the darkness, both of them experienced a strange, electric sensation.
Zhao Ji's body continued trembling along with that movement.
Yet strangely enough, Qiu Tu's bold action did not earn Zhao Ji's rebuke.
It was as if she had forgotten about it entirely, remaining silent.
Seeing this, Qiu Tu's eyes lit up once more. After thinking briefly, he seemed to take it as permission. He spread his hands and, as though giving a massage, gently let them wander over Zhao Ji's smooth back.
Meanwhile.
East City, the villa where La Riluo lived.
La Riluo suddenly jolted awake from her sleep.
As an evil god of the Life-Procreation path, she naturally slept naked. So when she abruptly sat up, the thin blanket wrapped around her slid down, revealing a full bloom of spring.
But she paid no attention to that at all.
She suddenly lowered her head and looked down, then lifted it again with a startled expression. "Sister?"
"Sister, what's wrong?!"
After her shock, La Riluo quickly closed her eyes and sensed Zhao Ji's location.
As sisters, they naturally possessed the ability to sense each other's whereabouts.
So after closing her eyes and sensing for a moment, La Riluo roughly determined where her sister was.
A moment later, she opened her eyes, looking even more bewildered. "Huh? Sister is in East City too?"
"And she's right next door?"
Calling it next door was a bit of an exaggeration. But East City was Qiu Tu's base, and he had arranged for his women to live in the same villa district, only a few hundred meters apart. Calling them neighbors was not wrong.
Thus, La Riluo became even more confused. "Sister never told me."
Thinking that, she pointed with one finger. The next second, several pieces of clothing appeared on her body out of thin air.
Then she kicked away the thin blanket and flew straight out the window.
The two villas were very close, so in only a moment, La Riluo arrived at the villa where Qiu Tu lived.
Since she had been living in East City recently, La Riluo was fairly familiar with the villa district. And she was even more familiar with Qiu Tu's villa.
Thus, the closer she flew toward Qiu Tu's villa, the stranger her expression became.
By the time she reached Qiu Tu's villa, her entire expression had become somewhat off.
Qiu Tu... Sister?
And when she thought of why she had been startled awake just now, her expression became even stranger.
She could not help turning invisible and began inspecting the villa from all around.
As Zhao Ji's younger sister, she knew Zhao Ji's methods all too well. So after circling the villa once, she discovered that the entire building had been covered by a powerful formation.
That formation could not only block attacks, but also isolate all spying and perception. More importantly, it possessed an extremely powerful warning effect.
By La Riluo's estimate, at least an Eighth Order Peak evil god would be needed to break through that defense with Mental Power.
But! The moment an Eighth Order Peak evil god tried to break through the villa's defenses, Zhao Ji inside the villa would immediately receive a warning!
The bizarre effect of this formation made La Riluo's expression grow even stranger.
What exactly was her sister doing to set up such a strange formation? Could she really be doing something with Qiu Tu?
Thinking that, La Riluo became somewhat anxious.
It was not that she was jealous of her sister. On the contrary, she felt that at such an important moment, she could not even watch from nearby! She could only sense it remotely?
That was far too cruel!
Meanwhile.
Inside the villa, in Qiu Tu's pitch-black room, Zhao Ji's body suddenly trembled.
Then, as if sensing something, she abruptly raised her head and looked toward the ceiling.
Perhaps Qiu Tu's little movements had truly stirred her desire, for her cheeks still carried a faint blush.
But after discovering that La Riluo was wandering outside the villa, the expression on her face rapidly turned cold.
As if she had suddenly realized her loss of composure, she lightly bit her lip and said coldly to Qiu Tu, who was still caressing her back behind her, "Have you touched enough?"
With her warning, she clearly felt Qiu Tu's hand pause behind her.
But Qiu Tu was no longer intimidated by such little tricks. So the next second, his voice came from behind her. "Sister Zhao Ji, I wasn't touching you. I was treating you. Please don't misunderstand."
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji fell silent.
Honestly, when Qiu Tu had first touched Zhao Ji's back, she had genuinely thought he was treating her.
So although it had felt strange at the time, she had ultimately endured it.
But who could have expected Qiu Tu to become more and more excessive, even starting to massage her?
Although Zhao Ji had temporarily forgotten to reject Qiu Tu for certain reasons, that did not mean she was foolish enough to truly think it was part of the treatment.
Thus, hearing Qiu Tu make excuses, Zhao Ji reflexively prepared to expose him and warn him.
But just as she was thinking that, she suddenly felt a surge of pure Calamity Power enter her body from Qiu Tu's.
That Calamity Power abruptly exploded inside her body, rapidly spreading throughout her entire body and quickly repairing the backlash injuries she had just suffered.
As a Heavenly God possessing Absolute Perception, Zhao Ji understood the injuries on her body very well.
They were neither severe nor minor. The main issue was that they involved backlash at the level of a Heavenly God, and there were actually very few abilities capable of having any effect.
When Qiu Tu had originally said he would treat her, she had merely been willing to give it a try. She had not believed it would necessarily work.
And when Qiu Tu had started taking advantage of her earlier, she had lost even more hope.
Yet who could have expected Qiu Tu to actually succeed?
Thinking this, Zhao Ji was briefly filled with surprise and uncertainty.
She felt as though she could not understand Qiu Tu anymore. Just what was the identity of the man behind her?
Why did he possess so many miraculous abilities?
And why could he always create miracles?
With that thought, she quickly calmed herself and followed that stream of Calamity Power as she began recovering from her injuries.
Meanwhile, outside the villa, La Riluo continued wandering around. She circled it again and again, but could not find any way to break through.
And even stranger, she discovered that the "feeling" her sister had linked to her had disappeared?!
In its place was an entirely different sensation—
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