Ark Simulator, Don't I Have No Physical Form?

Chen Hui-chieh didn't speak, but silently placed Chixiao horizontally on the seat behind Su Rui. The shadow of the sword tassel fell just over half of his body, like a silent declaration.

Hoshiguma was the most direct—she brought over two bottles of ice-cold beer, pried them open with a bottle opener, and as the foam gushed out, she shoved one into Su Rui's hand. "Even laborers need to have some beer." She grinned, her canine teeth gleaming, "Even if you can only watch us drink."

Ten minutes later, the waiter pushed in a charcoal grill half a person's height. Premium Wagyu beef ribs, marbled pork belly, and tiger prawns were neatly arranged on an ice platter, accompanied by seven or eight kinds of secret sauces. Just as Su Rui picked up the tongs, four hands reached out simultaneously—

Lin Yuhsia, her fingertips smeared with chili powder, deliberately rubbed it on the inside of his wrist; Swire stuffed honey brush bristles between his fingers, then casually grasped the back of his hand; Chen Hui-chieh silently adjusted the charcoal fire, his elbow braced against his waist; Hoshiguma went the furthest, grabbing his hand and pressing it against the steak. "This one's medium-rare, I like it with some blood~"

The image shows four hands each occupying a part of his body, with Chen Hui-chieh's sword tassel even wrapped around his ankle.

The charcoal crackled and popped, dripping grease and sending up plumes of smoke carrying the aroma of meat. Su Rui's movements as he flipped the steak were quickly interrupted— Swire suddenly leaned in and nibbled at his earlobe, "Flip it over, it's going to burn!" Her canines gently ground against the tender meat, her breath carrying the sweet scent of white wine.

Lin Yuhsia immediately pinched Su Rui's soft side, snatching the tongs from him with her other hand. "You can't even grill meat, you're useless." While scolding him, she cut the perfectly grilled short rib into small pieces, forked a piece, and held it to his mouth, "Try your own failed attempt."

The meat chunks glistened with a caramel-colored sheen. Just as Su Rui opened her mouth, Swire suddenly squeezed in and snatched the meat away. "I'll test for poison first!" She held the meat in her mouth like a cat guarding its food, her tail wagging proudly.

Volume 11, Chapter 648: Give Me One

Taking advantage of the situation, Hoshiguma leaned over from the other side of the grill, the cool surface of a beer bottle pressed against the back of Su Rui's neck. "Ignore them, grill the shrimp for me first." Her free hand had already slipped under the hem of Su Rui's shirt, "Remember to remove the shrimp veins~"

Chen Hui-chieh finally lost her temper, slamming the scabbard of Chixiao onto the ground with a thud. "Line up."

This absurd barbecue punishment continued until sunset.

Su Rui's shirt was already stained with sauce and charcoal ash, three buttons on his collar were ripped open, and his collarbone was now marked with a mixture of honey and chili powder fingerprints; Lin Yuhsia's fingernails were stuffed with spices, and she was applying "battle makeup" to Su Rui with her fingertips covered in barbecue sauce; Swire drunkenly hanging on his back, her tail tip curled up with a beer bottle and pouring it into his mouth; Hoshiguma sat directly on the counter next to the barbecue grill, her bare legs rubbing against Su Rui's knees intermittently.

Only Chen Hui-chieh maintained a facade of calm—if one ignored the fact that she was using the tip of her sword to probe Su Rui's belt.

"The last piece." Lin Yuhsia stuffed the sizzling beef tongue into Su Rui's mouth. "Punishment over."

As Su Rui chewed on the tender, juicy slices of meat, he was suddenly enveloped by four shadows. The scent of charcoal, alcohol, and perfume wafted over him. Lin Yuhsia's knee pressed against his side, Swire's tail wrapped around his wrist, Hoshiguma's fangs pressed against his Adam's apple, Chen Hui-chieh's sword sheath lifted his chin—

As the hotel suite door clicked shut, Su Rui's back was already pressed against the wall in the entryway. Lin Yuhsia's fingers were on his belt buckle, the metal buckle making a soft "ding" sound, while Swire's golden tail was wrapped around his waist, the tip gently poking his abs.

"Wait..." Just as Su Rui was about to speak, Hoshiguma pressed against him from behind, her breath, reeking of alcohol, brushing against his ear. "Wait for what? I haven't settled the score with you about the chocolate fondue yet." Her canine teeth lightly grazed his earlobe, leaving a slight sting.

Chen Hui-chieh stood a few steps away, slowly unbuttoning her uniform collar. Her dragon eyes gleamed slightly in the dim light. "Do it yourself, or should we help you?"

Su Rui's Adam's apple bobbed.

Ten minutes later.

Su Rui was pushed down onto the large bed in the master bedroom. His shirt had long been torn open and thrown on the floor, and his pants zipper was stuck halfway. Swire was sitting on his lap, her fingertips dipped in cool massage oil, slowly drawing circles on his chest.

"What are you doing...?" Su Rui's breathing was already a little unsteady, "... revenge?"

"This is called 'education'," Lin Yuhsia sneered, picking up a bottle of red wine from the bedside table and biting open the cork with her teeth. "So you'll remember, some things—" She leaned down, the wine sliding down the bottle neck, the cold liquid dripping onto Su Rui's collarbone, "—you can't eat just anything."

Swire lowered his head, his tongue swirling away a drop of red wine, leaving a clear teeth mark on his skin in the process.

Hoshiguma had already taken off her coat, the muscles beneath her black vest taut with her movements. She knelt on one knee on the mattress, grabbed Su Rui's wrist, and pressed it above her head. "Old Chen, the rope."

Chen Hui-chieh pulled out a restraint belt used by the Lungmen Guard Department from her pocket—heaven knows why she always carried it with her—and quickly tied Su Rui's wrists to the headboard.

Su Rui tried to break free, but couldn't.

"Now," Lin Yuhsia straddled his waist, her fingertips dabbing red wine as she slowly dabbed it on his lips, "Let's talk about the 'punishment'."

Three hours later.

Su Rui's breathing was completely erratic; the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat and clung to his reddened skin. His wrists were chafed red from struggling, and there was a lipstick stain on his lips, the source of which was unknown.

Swire nestled against his chest, her golden tail lazily wrapped around his calves, her fingertips poking at his abs. "Tired?"

Hoshiguma lay on her side beside him, a half-empty glass of whiskey swirling in her hand, a satisfied smile in her green eyes, "Only seven or eight times and you're done? Old Su, you've regressed."

Chen Hui-chieh, sitting at the foot of the bed, was wiping her hands with a wet wipe. Hearing this, she added casually, "Insufficient physical training. Go back to the Lungmen Guard Department for extra training." I'm afraid I won't have a chance to go back. Su Rui rolled her eyes.

Lin Yuhsia emerged from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, her hair still dripping wet. She glanced at Su Rui, who lay slumped on the bed, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, "Remember about the chocolate fondue?"

Su Rui didn't even have the strength to lift a finger; she could only manage a muffled response from her throat.

Swire chuckled and leaned closer, blowing a breath into his ear. "If you dare to steal this kind of thing again..." Her fingertips slid down to the inside of his thigh and pinched it lightly, "The punishment will be doubled."

Su Rui closed her eyes and sent her last message through the telepathic link:

"... Help."

The accompanying image shows four pairs of menacing eyes and a crumpled uniform tie lying in a corner.

However, besides Lin Yuhsia, only the Upper System could see Su Rui's distress call.

As the morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting pale golden patches on her eyelids, Su Rui's first conscious thought was—her whole body ached as if it had been crushed by Originium Slug.

He tried to move his fingers and immediately felt a heavy resistance— Swire's golden tail was wrapped around his left wrist like a ribbon, the tip unconsciously rubbing against the calluses on his palm. His right arm was being pressed down by Lin Yuhsia as a pillow, half her face buried in his shoulder, her breath carrying the coolness of mint toothpaste, but her knees were pressing domineeringly against his inner thighs, her nightgown rolled up to her thighs, revealing the bite marks left from last night.

Worse still, it was his back— Hoshiguma was wrapped around him like an octopus from behind, her tanned arms across his waist, her palms still loosely cupping the lingering finger marks on his abs. And Chen Hui-chieh ...

Su Rui turned his head slightly, and his dark blue hair immediately brushed against his chin. Chen Hui-chieh was sleeping above him, with the Chixiao sword lying across their pillows. One of her hands was still on the hilt of the sword, while the other hand was clutching a lock of his hair, as if she was preventing him from escaping even in her dreams.

Just as he was about to quietly pull his arm away, Swire's tail suddenly tightened.

"Trying to slip away?" The little tiger, who should have been fast asleep, mumbled with his eyes closed, his canines grinding lightly against his wrist. "No way!"

Lin Yuhsia nudged him with her knee in a threatening gesture. "If you move again, I'll tie you up and take you to the shower to be rinsed with cold water." As she spoke, her lips brushed against his collarbone, sending a slight shiver down his spine.

Hoshiguma chuckled softly behind him, her nose brushing against the spinous process on the back of his neck. "Old Su, your heartbeat woke me up." She suddenly bent her leg, pressing her knee against his lower back and slowly applying pressure. "Weren't you quite obedient when you were begging for mercy last night?"

Chen Hui-chieh finally opened her dragon eyes, the morning light condensing into two golden lines in her vertical pupils. "6:23." She released his hair, then pinched his chin, "Morning exercise time."

Su Rui's Adam's apple bobbed: "I'm applying—"

"Rejected." The four of them said in unison.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom, but it had nothing to do with morning exercise.

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Five people were squeezed under the shower, which was a bit cramped. As Su Rui was pressed against the tiled wall, warm water flowed down Hoshiguma's spine and into his lower back. Swire took the opportunity to squeeze strawberry-scented shower gel onto his back, and the foam piled up into comical shapes on Lin Yuhsia's wandering fingertips, while Chen Hui-chieh held the showerhead faucet the whole time, controlling the direction of the water flow as precisely as if he were holding a sword.

"Raise your hand." Lin Yuhsia patted the back of his hand.

Just as Su Rui Hoshiguma from behind, grabbing him under the armpit. He instinctively bent over, his head bumping into Chen Hui-chieh's shoulder, and she then grabbed his waist and turned him around. The water suddenly turned cold, making his muscles tense. Swire immediately applied foam to the hollow of his collarbone. "Stay here to keep some water~"

When Chen Hui-chieh's fingertips, coated with shaving cream, touched his chin, Su Rui finally realized that this was not washing up at all— Lin Yuhsia was slowly rubbing his old chest scars with a bath sponge, Swire's tail tip was swirling a towel around his waist, and Hoshiguma was even humming a song while braiding a foam mohawk for him.

"Close your eyes." Chen Hui-chieh pressed her razor against his Adam's apple.

The sensation of the blade gliding across his skin felt like a dangerous comfort. Su Rui tilted his head back, letting the warm water wash away the soap. Suddenly, a tongue licked the scum that hadn't been shaving off behind his ear, and Hoshiguma's teasing voice whispered in his ear, "Guess who kissed you without brushing their teeth?"

Breakfast is an even more intense form of torture.

As soon as Su Rui picked up the orange juice, Lin Yuhsia stopped the glass, poured half of it into her own glass, drank half of it, and then pressed the rim of the glass, still bearing the lip print, back onto his lips. When Swire bacon, he insisted on holding her hand and wielding the knife together, making a teeth-grinding sound every time the knife sliced across the plate.

"Open your mouth." Hoshiguma, forking a pancake drizzled with maple syrup, swaggered in front of him, but just as Su Rui leaned in, she suddenly turned and popped it into her own mouth, the syrup glistening on her canine teeth. "Oops, slippery~"

Chen Hui-chieh seemed the most docile—if you ignored the fact that she was using the end of her sword sheath to pry open Su Rui's collar to check if the marks left last night had faded. When she noticed that a certain bluish fingerprint had faded, she even frowned, clicked her tongue, and pressed her hand heavily on it.

"You guys today..." Su Rui tried to change the subject, "Aren't you working?"

Four pairs of eyes shone like searchlights.

"Take a break." Chen Hui-chieh wrapped the tassel of her sword around his wrist.

"Annual leave." Lin Yuhsia fiddled with his belt buckle.

"Take a break~" Swire's tail hooked around his ankle.

Hoshiguma put her arm around his shoulder, the cold beer can making him shiver. "I'm unemployed, need someone to take me in?"

Su Rui looked into the living room—the suitcase was wide open, stuffed with suspicious ropes and empty bottles; on the coffee table were opened sunscreen and melted ice packs; the French windows reflected the entangled shadows of five people, like an absurd serial kidnapping case.

As Swire started stuffing strawberries into his collar, Lin Yuhsia and Hoshiguma argued about who should feed him coffee, and Chen Hui-chieh quietly unbuttoned two of his buttons, Su Rui updated her status in the mental link:

"Keeped in captivity by four carnivores"

The accompanying photo was taken from the perspective of a dining table—a close-up of four different hands reaching out towards him simultaneously, with half of a torn tie in the background.

Lin Yuhsia rolled her eyes at Su Rui helplessly.

As the morning light licked through the curtains of the hotel suite, Swire's golden tail had already silently wagged.

Her emerald-green vertical pupils gleamed slightly in the dim bedroom. Her fingertips gently parted the thin blanket wrapped around Su Rui's waist— Lin Yuhsia's arms were holding her there domineeringly, her nails still bearing the pearl-colored nail polish from the night before, gleaming coldly in the hazy light. Swire's nose wrinkled slightly, and she gave a silent, cold laugh.

"That stupid dragon is fast asleep."

Her gaze swept to the other side— Hoshiguma lay sprawled at the foot of the bed, one leg draped over Su Rui's calf, his tanned abs rising and falling slightly with his breath, a suspicious glistening at the corner of his mouth. Chen Hui-chieh, on the other hand, was in a more upright posture, but the tassel of her Chixiao Sword had somehow become wrapped around Su Rui's wrist, like some kind of silent mark of possession.

Swire's tail tip twitched happily.

"... a bunch of idiots."

She deftly pulled a spray bottle from her purse and gently pressed it in the direction of the three of them—"Sandalwood Sleep Aid Special Edition," sponsored by Rhodes Island Medical Department, which can induce a deep sleep within ten minutes, and upon waking, one will mistakenly believe that they were just too tired.

Lin Yuhsia's nostrils twitched slightly, her brows furrowed unconsciously, and then she fell into an even deeper sleep. Hoshiguma's snoring rose a notch, and Chen Hui-chieh's sword tassel... was still wrapped around Su Rui's wrist.

Swire squinted, deftly plucked a hair from her tail, and gently scratched Chen Hui-chieh's nose.

"... Achoo!"

Chen Hui-chieh jolted violently in her sleep, Chixiao Suizi finally loosened her grip. Taking advantage of the moment, Swire scooped up the still-sleeping Su Rui, hoisted her onto his shoulder with one hand, grabbed the sports car keys she had prepared beforehand with the other, and tiptoed out of the suite.

Hotel underground parking garage.

Swire's sports car—a custom-made scarlet Ferrari F8 Tributo—was quietly lurking in the VIP parking space, its body gleaming with a dangerous, predatory sheen under the cold white lights. She deftly opened the passenger door, shoved Su Rui inside, fastened his seatbelt, and thoughtfully adjusted him into a comfortable sleeping position.

"Sweetie, sleep a little longer~" She gently pinched Su Rui's cheek, then went around to the driver's seat and started the engine.

The roar of the engine exploded in the underground space. Swire floored the accelerator, and the sports car shot out of the garage like an arrow. The streets of Dossoles were almost deserted in the early morning, and the asphalt was still damp with the night dew, splashing up tiny droplets of water as the tires rolled over it.

Swire held the steering wheel with one hand and turned on the car stereo with the other, instantly filling the cabin with upbeat electronic music. She glanced in the rearview mirror at the hotel, a sly smile playing on her lips.

If you can catch up, I'll admit defeat.

Su Rui was awakened by a violent centrifugal force.

He groggily opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Swire's profile so close to his—she was staring intently at the road ahead, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, and her emerald pupils narrowing into excited slits in the morning light.

"... Swire?" Su Rui's voice was still sleepy. She subconsciously touched her wrist—there was no sword tassel, no pinch marks from Lin Yuhsia, and no saliva marks from Hoshiguma.

"Good morning~" Swire replied without turning her head, simultaneously jerking the steering wheel and sending the sports car drifting around the corner. "Did you sleep well?"

Su Rui then noticed that the scenery outside the window was rushing past at an alarming speed, the tall buildings, palm trees, and billboards merging into blurry blocks of color. He silently gripped the armrest of his seat. "... Where are we going?"

"Let's go for a drive~" Swire suddenly slammed on the brakes, bringing the sports car to a close at a red light. She then turned to look at Su Rui, reaching out to tidy his messy hair. "And..." her fingertips slid down his earlobe to his chin, her voice low, "... to steal you away."

Volume 11, Chapter 650: Let's sneak out first.

Su Rui's Adam's apple bobbed: "The three of them—"

"--Still dreaming." Swire proudly shook the empty spray bottle. "Enough to keep us playing until noon."

The red light turned green, and she slammed on the gas pedal. The sports car shot forward again like a beast released from its cage. Su Rui was shoved back into her seat by the inertia, Swire's laughter mingled with the roar of the engine, echoing freely through the open windows.

Meanwhile, hotel suites.

Lin Yuhsia was the first to wake up. She sat up abruptly, her long hair disheveled and falling over her shoulders, her dragon eyes narrowing into a dangerous slit. "... Where's Su Rui?"

Hoshiguma rubbed her eyes and climbed up from the foot of the bed, yawning. "Huh? Not with you—Holy crap!" She suddenly widened her eyes, pointing to the empty center of the bed, "Where is everyone?!"

Chen Hui-chieh had already rolled out of bed. Chixiao, unsheathed at some point, had its tip pressed against a suspicious golden fuzz on the floor. "... Swire."

The three exchanged a glance and rushed toward their respective terminals.

Lin Yuhsia's screen lit up first—an alert from the city's traffic monitoring system, sent by Su Rui, was flashing. "Miss Swire's sports car was detected speeding through the Seaside Avenue at 6:47, at a speed of 217 km/h."

Hoshiguma whistled. "Wow, playing this big?"

Chen Hui-chieh, her face expressionless, dialed the number. "Rent a sports car, now."

Hoshiguma turned to look at him. "Old Chen, a motorcycle is more convenient."

Dossoles East District, the bridge across the sea.

Swire's sports car swept across the bridge like a red lightning bolt, the sea breeze carrying salty, damp air into the car. She held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand was stuffing mango sticky rice balls she had swiped from a roadside stall into Su Rui's mouth.

"Try it, it's a time-honored brand!" She couldn't help but laugh as she watched Su Rui's eyes squint from the sweetness. "It's much better than Old Chen's training meals that aren't spicy enough to kill you, right?"

Su Rui swallowed her dessert helplessly: "Aren't you afraid of them—"

"Scared?" Swire suddenly swerved, the sports car veering off the ramp. "I even planned the route!" She pointed to the car's navigation system, the screen displaying a meticulously marked escape map. "Arrive at the yacht marina at 7:15, head out to sea at 7:30, snorkel at the coral reef at 8:00..." Her tail slapped the seat with delight. "Even if they take a helicopter, it'll take them at least three hours to chase us!"

Su Rui glanced silently at the rearview mirror—there was still no sign of a helicopter on the horizon. But when he turned his gaze back, Swire suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?"