Chen Ming chuckled at Lan Mengqin's guilty look. He rested a hand on her shoulder and said with a teasing glint in his eyes:
"I heard someone could take me down without even trying?"
The instant he touched her, Lan Mengqin bristled. She stared at him, still shaken by the memory of his terrifying strength, and swallowed. Her throat felt dry.
But she refused to back down. Today, I, Empress Lan, will take down the progenitor of the Path of Human Desire! she told herself, then declared:
"Th-that's right! Just watch me take you down!"
She folded her arms, looking every bit as formidable as she claimed. At the same time, she thought back to when she had used her hands, feet, and mouth. That had lasted about an hour.
It's only an hour. Surely I can handle that. Her confidence surged.
"I'm looking forward to it. Let's begin."
Since she seemed so sure of herself, Chen Ming wasted no time. He pressed her down and caught hold of her white shirt, exposing broad stretches of smooth, fair skin.
"Y-you! Wait! Don't be so rough. You're going to tear my clothes!"
"I just want to see what you're capable of."
Soon, a dark-blue skirt swept past her long legs clad in white stockings, revealing white undergarments patterned with snowflakes.
"Mmph..."
"Why so quiet?"
The contest began. After a single exchange, Lan Mengqin gave a muffled moan and clamped a hand over her mouth, tilting her head toward the ceiling.
"Is... is that all you've got? It's... it's not... much."
She shot Chen Ming a provocative look, but that brief exchange had already left her drenched in sweat. The power of the Path of Human Desire had hit her hard.
Even so, she refused to concede. If nothing else, she could