"She's quite enthusiastic—I didn't realise you were so close." Jiang Roulan said before shifting her gaze from my phone. She turned away and started resting on the bed, pressing her soft body against my thigh and releasing a long sigh.
"I didn't either." I thought while tapping the screen.
The messages were a little normal at first, asking, [Where are you?] or [Is something wrong?] However, her words became increasingly toxic and more threatening. However, her final message was kinda quite cute... I guess?
[John, please come back! I'm sorry!]
[Don't hate me.]
Mu Qinglan wasn't like this in her normal state—my cold CEO boss couldn't be this cute! The undead Qinglan sent these messages.
I checked for news about the military or government action, but nothing appeared, so I flicked off the browser and tossed it into my inventory space. Then looked beside me and noticed that Qinglan was looking through hers and checking her family group chat.
'How tragic, no messages asking about her...'
"Hmph! Damn old man, see if I care." She said while grumbling, then pushed her hips back.
My hand squeezed, and I discovered how juicy and ripe Roulan's Peach was.
"Eh?"
She gasped and released a sensual moan before covering her mouth. Then turned to face me with reddened cheeks. However, the bedroom remained silent. Though my mind told me to release her, I lost control of my right hand momentarily.
Then squeezed her delicate buttocks again.
"You!?"
For a moment, it seemed the shock overwhelmed her sense of anger and shame.
Nevertheless, I knew that this chance might not come again, so I maintained eye contact with Jiang Roulan. Then squeezed her plump meat once again and closed my eyes in delight when feeling her tensed, firm muscles beneath her soft flesh.
'I might be a freakish pervert, but you miss all the shots you don't take!'
Sadly, it seemed I pushed my luck, because Jiang Roulan's hand gripped my hand and suddenly rolled over my body, pinning me against the warm needing. The scent of her sheets carried a pleasant smell.
"Ahem, I gave you two chances... now. Release my ass or I will take action." Jiang Roulan's voice sounded more nasal than usual, but... maybe she forgot what she wore, because the silky sensation of her thighs pressed against my hips.
'When did I get undressed?' A passing thought lingered in my mind as she folded my arm behind my back. Although I could easily throw her off me, the sensation of her sitting on me was a dream to a virgin like me.
"Hey, respond to me!"
The police officer mode of Jiang Roulan awakened something deep inside me as I prepared my counterattack—though her grip felt tight, she was still a mere Stage-One human.
[System Note: Host, so are you.]
'Quiet, you fact-checking machine!'
However, learning about this made my chest flutter. Even my current strength, which made me feel like I could fight in a martial arts novel as the first trash young master, was just the beginning!
But I digress...
"Hey, Roulan?"
"Hmm? What's the matter, hooligan?" She snorted with her response.
I could almost feel the smile beaming behind me, but instead of rising to her. I just enjoyed the soft, slightly bristly sensation rubbing against my lower back.
"Oh, nothing... it's just—"
"Out with it or else I'll kick you out in your boxers!"
Despite her words, the system told me that her affection reached the level of loyalty+ during my sleep, which also brought up the question of why it increased so much.
Jiang Roulan wouldn't kick me out for groping her buttocks.
However, it seemed she wanted to release some steam and forgot that she was probably in the middle of getting changed.
That much became obvious the moment her hips shifted, just slightly, as her bare heat brushed against my skin again. A soft huff left her nose. Not quite deliberate, but not an accident either.
"You're awfully quiet, little hooligan," she said, tightening her thighs subtly around my waist. Her breath skimmed my ear, but her weight stayed right where it was—perched perfectly along my lower back, with nothing but warmth between us.
"Lost in thought?"
"Trying not to think, actually," I muttered with a voice much lower than I meant to.
She chuckled as I felt her body vibrations travelling down my spine. "Too late." Then she shifted again, and the slow movement brushed her warmth against my back.
A motion that told me that Jiang Roulan didn't remember she was bare... or maybe she didn't particularly mind. Her grip on my hands softened, no longer restraint, just contact. And from behind me, her voice came softer now, more playful:
"You're lucky you saved my life, shameless man."
I swallowed, struggling to focus on anything but the moist warmth touching my back ever so slightly. A few seconds passed in thick, unbearable tension. Jiang Roulan's hair fell over my shoulder like a curtain, brushing my cheek as she leaned in just a little closer.
"Next time," she whispered, "you should ask for permission."
She lingered a moment longer.
Her weight settled on me like silk over rough metal. Then, with a smooth and almost graceful movement, she gave a small sigh and pulled back.
I felt the absence of her warmth the instant her hips lifted from my back. Her thighs unhooked from around me with a slow and elegant motion, and the mattress shifted as she moved, one knee at a time, back across the bed.
She looked back with a wolfish smirk, knowing I was watching her shadow.
"Mm. Well, I will leave your punishment—for now," Jiang Roulan hummed with a triumphant smile, then stretched in a way that made the hem of her nightgown ride scandalously high over her hips. It was not an accident.
I caught just a bare flash of skin before she pivoted, hair swinging, and padded toward the bathroom with that same swaying motion that seemed designed to test a man's willpower.
My eyes followed her movements—of course, they did. I love beautiful women.
Her hand reached for the door, then paused before a muffled whisper came from her lips and put a smile on my face.
"Oh my god... where are my pants?!"
The moment she realised, her head snapped back like a stop motion movie. Her spine straightened before with her hand frozen on the handle.
I didn't see her face, but I felt it. A delayed jolt of embarrassment rippled through her, visible only in the slight twitch of her shoulder and the speed with which she suddenly vanished from sight and slammed the door shut behind her.
Click.
Silence.
Then, muffled through the door:
"Forget everything you saw... and felt!"
In a daze, I stared at the ceiling while massaging my arm while shocked it wasn't on purpose. Desperate to hold in my laugh and control the raging demon beneath my waist.
My heart was still going like a pneumatic drill, pounding with the leftover adrenaline, heat, and other things I couldn't help with.
The system then pinged with Jiang Roulan's status as if it irritated me more.
[Affection Level: Loyalty+]
[Roulan's Mood: Flustered. Irritated. …Aroused?]
'…Helpful.'
Filled with the excessive hormones like a teenager seeing a lewd video for the first time, and tried to focus my mind. I exhaled slowly.
Don't think about the feeling or remember the sensation—just breathe.
But just as I tried to close my eyes and reset my thoughts, a sudden buzzing ringtone echoed directly in my head—not from my phone.
"What the hell?"
[SYSTEM CALL: MU QINGLAN – Incoming Communication Request]
"Huh?" I sat up. "She's calling me... wait, I'm getting a call through the system?"
I didn't even touch anything. The moment I thought about answering—
[Call Accepted.]
Mu Qinglan's voice sliced into my head like a blade wrapped in silk to hide her killing intent.
"Where are you? I've been waiting all night..."