Damn!
So awkward!
Xu Yinsheng felt like she could dig out a whole three-bedroom apartment with how embarrassed she was.
People always say it’s normal for men to watch those kinds of videos, that it’s an unspoken tradition, but—
Getting caught in the act is a whole different story, especially by someone close.
The closer you are, the worse the social death.
Back when Xu Yinsheng was sixteen, she was playing with a cup in her room and got caught red-handed by her good friend Zhao Yicheng, who was holding a Gundam model.
Thinking about it now, that was a real social death scene.
At the time, Xu Yinsheng wished she could move to another city.
Thankfully, Zhao Yicheng talked her through it afterward.
Otherwise, she might have been scarred for life.
But right now…
“Ahh…”
The moans of the female lead in the little movie seemed especially piercing in the quiet bedroom, making one instinctively want to look away.
“Xu Yinsheng. You got the grilled oysters right, but the timing of bringing them in was a bit off.”
Zhao Yicheng also noticed the person behind the door and casually lowered the volume with his mouse.
But he didn’t close the laptop.
He turned his head, his expression unchanged, showing no trace of embarrassment at being caught watching a little movie.
It was as if Xu Yinsheng hadn’t seen what was on the screen at all, as if what he was watching was just a regular, proper video…
He glanced at the red-haired lady by the door and beckoned her over.
“Come here.”
Xu Yinsheng, who was about to shut the door and pretend she’d seen nothing, froze for a moment, then walked in awkwardly.
As she walked, her eyes darted around the room.
There was no strange smell in the air.
The trash bin didn’t have any crumpled tissues.
Zhao Yicheng’s pants were on properly, his belt was fastened, and what he was holding in his left hand was a notebook, not that other thing.
Every detail pieced together in Xu Yinsheng’s mind, painting a vivid mental image…
Because he hadn’t had an outlet for a week, today Zhao Yicheng suddenly got in the mood.
Since Xu Yinsheng hadn’t returned to her room yet, he picked a high-quality film from a paid website, got ready to go, and just as he was about to start, the door suddenly swung open from the outside…
With her imagination running wild, the reason Zhao Yicheng called her over was obvious.
No matter how good your own hand is, it can’t compare to the real thing—especially when the real thing is a stunning red-haired lady with long legs.
That pair of long legs could satisfy most men’s desires, letting him indulge to his heart’s content.
Thinking this, a blush bloomed on Xu Yinsheng’s cheeks.
She knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew what was about to happen.
Damn, first there’s the moaning and groaning from the computer’s little movie, then there’s Zhao Yicheng’s “weighty” love—the only point of contact between them is that one spot, and soon it’ll be dripping down the edge of the chair, drop by drop…
Xu Yinsheng hated that, despite having watched so many of these films, she could imagine the whole process even before it started.
Maybe it was an innate self-destructive tendency embedded in human DNA, or maybe she was just itching for it and about to get what she wanted.
But instead of fear or disgust, Xu Yinsheng felt a strange thrill, scratching at her heart and making her itch all over.
Maybe it was because Zhao Yicheng had “disciplined” her so many times, or maybe she really had turned bad.
Xu Yinsheng felt like she was addicted—if she didn’t get “disciplined” for even a day, she felt restless all over.
Of course, on the surface, Xu Yinsheng still acted unwilling, her face showing the resistance of a pig about to be trampled.
She shuffled over in small steps, head down, staring at her toes as she mumbled, “Be gentle~ It’s my first time…”
The corner of Zhao Yicheng’s mouth twitched.
He knew Xu Yinsheng had misunderstood his intentions again.
Has his image in her heart already become synonymous with a lecher?
He thought about it.
But he didn’t bother to explain.
This wasn’t bad at all—some level of fear keeps people from doing outrageous things, like running away.
Zhao Yicheng patted the head of the red-haired lady, signaling her to raise her head.
At 178 cm, Xu Yinsheng was only half a head shorter than him, and her long, slender legs probably took up a meter and twenty centimetres—straight, shapely, and utterly captivating.
Xu Yinsheng slowly raised her head, puzzled as to why Zhao Yicheng hadn’t made a move on her yet.
The two of them were less than a meter apart.
All he had to do was reach out and she’d be in his arms.
The female lead’s moans from the computer were crystal clear—everything was perfectly set up for the prelude to “discipline.”
Could it be? Zhao Yicheng really is a scoundrel!
“Take a look at this.” Zhao Yicheng tapped the computer screen with his finger.
Her gaze was drawn to the screen.
A scene played out clearly—
The female lead in the video was being surrounded by several goblins (a type of monster).
She was a red-haired lady in ornate armor, her belly swollen, her flushed face lost in pleasure, her eyes empty and numb.
It was as if she sensed something—amidst the goblins’ frenzy (a type of plant), she turned her head, and that stunning, ruined face stared straight at the camera, giving a chilling close-up.
Xu Yinsheng recoiled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She raised her trembling hand, pointing at the female lead in the video—more precisely, at the face that looked exactly like her own.
“Th-this is…?”
“‘Goblin Uprising,’ one of the three main heroines.”
Zhao Yicheng manipulated the mouse, keeping the screen paused on the close-up.
He twisted his neck, stiff from a whole day of watching certain videos, then handed Xu Yinsheng the notebook in his left hand.
“My research and guesses about your shapeshifting ability.”
Xu Yinsheng took the notebook and flipped through it.
It was her old little notebook for jotting down notes and complaints, but Zhao Yicheng had taken it.
The last time she’d seen it, Zhao Yicheng had tempted her with blood until she confessed everything, right down to her underwear.
She flipped through the pages, while Zhao Yicheng sat nearby eating grilled oysters.
Xu Yinsheng’s expression shifted—sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, sometimes grave, sometimes shaking her head in silence…
When she closed the notebook again, her eyes were clearly sharper.
She glanced at the frozen image on the computer, then at Zhao Yicheng, who had already finished his double serving of oysters.
“So you’re saying that some of the forms I shapeshift into come from human fantasy works?”
“Yes.”
Zhao Yicheng nodded.
He got up and walked to the bookshelf, pulling out a book.
His deep black eyes narrowed slightly.
“But not necessarily just fantasy works.”
“I just finished reading a book about parallel worlds. To put it simply, if the universe is infinitely vast and has infinite possibilities, then it’s possible that in some universe, there’s a world exactly like a fantasy work.”
Zhao Yicheng started quoting a bunch of analogies and theoretical knowledge from the book, trying to help Xu Yinsheng understand.
But with her college-level brain, she was lost after listening for a long time.
“Enough, enough.”
Xu Yinsheng stopped Zhao Yicheng’s rambling.
She first pointed at the beautiful, haunting face on the frozen screen, then at herself.
“If what you’re saying is true, then what should I call this body?”
Zhao Yicheng paused, then spoke.
“Dawn Valkyrie, Lina Koshi.”
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