"A master of 'foot massages'."
Cecilia smriked.
Chen Shi swallowed. His throat was dry.
His tongue twitched. It still ached from the earlier hard work.
No. Please. I am just a relationship coach, not a licking machine.
Cecilia grabbed his chin. She forced him to look into her glowing eyes.
"My cat already received your... enthusiastic guidance."
She licked her lips.
"Now."
"Let my feet experience your talent."
"Little cutie."
On the otherside.
Elena locked her elbows.
Twenty.
She collapsed onto the rubber mat.
VMMMM. Her golden shield dissipated. The Swamp Loach vanished into thin air.
She gasped for fresh oxygen.
Then, she heard Lady Cecilia's husky purr.
"My cat..."
"Foot massage..."
Elena choked.
Saliva went down her windpipe.
COUGH! HACK!
She clutched her throat. She rolled onto her side,
thrashing on the floorboards. Her face turned red.
She covered her burning face with both hands.
What the f—
I have a terabyte of movies on my hard drive. I have seen every genre!
But this?! This is live broadcast!
How long has this giant woman been single? A century? A millennium?!
Her thirst could drain the Pacific Ocean!
Next to her, Amy finished her zero-resistance push-ups. The Weeping Specter floated away.
Amy trotted over. She poked Elena's shaking shoulder.
"Sister Elena? Did the eel make you sick?"
Amy blinked. She looked toward Rack 3.
"Also... the giant Lady has a pet cat?"
"Where is it?"
Elena coughed violently. She wiped tears from her eyes and laugh.
"Yes, Amy. She has a... cat."
"It's on her body."
Amy stood on her tiptoes. She squinted at Lady Cecilia's towering, voluptuous frame.
"I don't see any fur. Is it hiding in her pockets?"
Elena rolled over, clutching her stomach. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming with laughter.
"You just... aren't looking deep enough, shorty."
[Dragon Country Live Stream Chat]
The screen was a mess.
The System's broadcast AI had panicked.
The audio feed from Rack 3 cut out entirely. Replaced by a continuous, high-pitched BEEEEEP.
[LMAO! THE SYSTEM CENSORED IT!]
[The Boss is too explicit! The AI can't handle the heat!]
[What are they saying?! I only see her lips moving and Chen Shi looking terrified!]
[Lip-Reading Expert here! Let me translate!]
[She said: "My cat already received your enthusiastic guidance. Now let my feet experience your talent."]
[User 'Lip-Reading Expert' has been banned from the channel for 24 hours. Reason: Spreading prohibited adult content.]
[HAHAHAHA! THE ADMIN STRUCK HIM DOWN!]
[Martyr! We will remember your sacrifice!]
[Brother Chen isn't playing a horror game. He is filming a late-night blockbuster!]
[Dragon Country: Strategic Command Center]
The main monitor flashed red.
A massive [AUDIO MUTED - EXPLICIT CONTENT] banner covered the center screen.
General Li stood in the sterile, air-conditioned war room.
"General." A technician swallowed hard, his face completely red.
"The AI filter is operating at maximum capacity.
It is struggling to keep up with the... physical implications of her movements."
General Li let out a exhale.
"Thank the heavens," he muttered.
He looked at the glowing quantum-servers in the corner of the room.
Chen Shi had killed a foreign Awakened player.
The System rewarded Dragon Country with a massive technological leap.
The military immediately used that tech to build the 'Dragon-Shield Auto-Censoring AI'.
General Li glanced at the raw, unfiltered transcript on his private tablet.
The words burned his eyes. The dialogue. The positioning. The sheer, predatory thirst of the 2.6-meter giant.
He was a hardened veteran. He had seen the horrors of war. But this?
This is pure smut. General Li thought, his jaw clenching.
If you put this script on P-Hub, it would instantly hit number one.
General Li raised his hand and saluted the screen. A look of pity filled his eyes.
"Endure the hardship, Chen Shi."
"Suffer a bit more for the motherland."
[Foreign Live Stream Chat]
[Why are you laughing?!]
[Are you people psychotic?!]
[He is about to die! Look at the positioning!]
[She flipped him over! She is mounting him!]
[250kg directly onto his sternum! His lungs will pop out of his mouth!]
[Laugh now, idiots! In five seconds, your 'Pretty Boy' will be a bloody pancake!]
In the gym.
Viper lay in a pool of his own blood, pinned by the Lead Skeleton.
His arms were broken. His chest was torn open. But he forced his head up.
He stared at Rack 3 with manic, bloodshot eyes.
He saw Lady Cecilia spread her massive thighs. She hovered her hips directly over Chen Shi's chest.
Yes! Viper screamed in his mind. Sit! Crush him! Let me hear his ribs snap!
HeavyTank spat out another tooth and grinned a bloody, broken smile.
They waited for the CRUNCH.
They waited for Chen Shi to scream.
But Lady Cecilia did not sit.
She grabbed Chen Shi by his collar. She dropped him flat on his back.
Snap.
Her fingers popped. Red mist gathered in the air. A chair materialized above Chen Shi's head.
She sat down.
She crossed her legs.
Clack.
She unbuckled her stilettos. The metal heels hit the floor like anvils.
She hooked her thumbs under her stockings. She rolled the silk down her calves and over her ankles.
She tossed them.
Flump.
The damp silk landed on Chen Shi's face.
His vision went dark.
Fabric covered his nose. He inhaled.
Two smells hit his lungs.
First, a sharp strawberry perfume.
Second, a deeper scent beneath it. Roses mixed with the tang of blood.
Chen Shi pulled the silk down to expose his mouth. He looked up.
"Madam," he coughed. His throat felt dry.
"Your natural scent is better. The rose and the blood. It fits you."
He swallowed.
"You do not need to hide it with fruit perfume. The real you is beautiful."
Ten feet away, Viper watched through a curtain of his own blood.
The ghosts roared. He could not hear Chen Shi speak.
He only saw the actions.
He saw the stockings cover Chen Shi's eyes like a blindfold.
He saw Lady Cecilia holding her metal-spiked shoes.
Viper's mind fractured. Pain twisted his logic. His lips stretched into a grin.
Execution.
The stockings are a blindfold. The heel is an ice pick.
She is going to smash that metal spike through his skull.
"Do it!" Viper choked. He spat blood onto the rubber mat. "Shatter his brain!"
At Rack 3, Lady Cecilia froze.
Her hand stopped moving.
Her eyes widened. The hunger in her pupils vanished for a second.
Her expression shifted.
She had lived in this slaughterhouse for centuries. She was a monster.
Men looked at her with terror. They begged. They lied to survive.
No one had ever told her to drop the mask. No human had ever told her to be herself.
Silence stretched.
Then, her chest rose. A vibration rattled in her throat.
"Heh."
A smirk pulled at her lips. The air pressure dropped. The room temperature spiked.
She lifted her bare leg.
She extended her foot.
The sole pressed against Chen Shi's face.
It felt cold. Smooth like marble. And carried the weight of an apex predator.
She pinned his head to the floor. She leaned forward.
"Come then."
Her voice was a whip.
"Let me see what your tongue can do."