Chen Yang's avatar descended into the city and strolled through its streets.
Because his charm was maxed out, many female Snake-People struck up conversations with him.
A young, beautiful snake-woman approached, swaying her alluring waist.
"Handsome, interested in getting to know each other a little more deeply?!"
The snake-woman reached out a slender hand, intending to rest it on Chen Yang's shoulder.
Snake-women were naturally soft and seductive in figure, their bodies coated in a special mucus that made them the finest of the finest.
Chen Yang frowned, unwilling to have any physical contact with her.
He swiftly sidestepped her hand and said coldly,
"Have some self-respect. Don't debase yourself!"
Hearing this, the snake-woman gave a disdainful smile, her voice dripping with undisguised mockery.
"Self-respect? Can you eat that?!"
"Can it make you feel good?!"
"The answer is no~!"
"Since it can't do either, why should little old me have any self-respect?"
"Besides, you're so handsome, sweetie. I just adore you too much to let some other woman have you for free."
Speaking feverishly, the snake-woman pressed her chest toward him, offering up her blazing red lips along with it.
Chen Yang: "...!"
Seriously, were all the women of the Snake-People Tribe this uninhibited?!
For a moment, he had no idea how to handle this!
Chen Yang's scalp prickled. He dodged her as though fleeing the plague, then kicked away the snake-woman trying to press herself against him.
Then he wore a look of disgust.
Hitting women was not his intention.
But when pushed too far, he would still strike.
After all, even a cornered dog would bite, and he was no dog.
Chen Yang thought his kick had been very light, but that was only his own impression. In reality, it packed tremendous force.
How could a snake-woman whose