Inside the Laboratory, Dong'er was concentrating fully on digesting the Soul solution, her breathing steady.
In the corridor outside the Laboratory, two figures stood facing each other.
The warm-toned Soul-guide lights cast a soft glow. Kong Mingan leaned back against the cold metal wall, his posture relaxed, while Qiu'er stood opposite him. There was a distance of one step between them, the atmosphere somewhat subtle, creating a sense of confrontation...
To be precise, Qiu'er was slightly furrowing her brows, her beautiful red eyes fixed tightly on Kong Mingan, forming a one-sided standoff. After a long moment of silent confrontation, Qiu'er was finally the first to lose her patience. She lowered her voice, her tone filled with certainty: "You are planning to make a move on Dong'er, right?"
Kong Mingan tilted his head thoughtfully and asked in a flat tone: "That depends on your definition of 'making a move'."
Qiu'er's brows furrowed even tighter. This guy was always like this, talking in circles. She couldn't help but complain in her heart, and at the same time, that inexplicable sense of irritation grew heavier. What exactly did this guy want to do? Girls were appearing one after another by his side—how many had it been now!
Her mind raced. Combining the fact that Dong'er was warming the bed to pay off debts, and this guy's way of training Dong'er—seemingly exploitative but actually a step-by-step strategy—a conclusion became increasingly clear. No! She couldn't just sit by and watch! She couldn't let him succeed! And...
Qiu'er gritted her teeth, as if she had made some tragic resolution.
She raised her head, and on that proud and heroic face, she wore an expression of humiliation yet firm determination. Her voice carried a slight tremor: "If you really want it that much... I can do it!"
Kong Mingan: "——" He was uncharacteristically silent for a moment. Just how obsessed are you with being devoured by me?
Looking at Qiu'er's serious "sacrificing the small self" appearance, Kong Mingan was momentarily speechless. Qiu'er, however, watched Kong Mingan without blinking, waiting for his answer. Her fundamental goal hadn't changed: she wanted to replace her Master sister with herself to save her. And now, based on the time her Master sister came out of the Laboratory wearing such unbearable clothes a long time ago, this guy had likely already bullied her Master sister from top to bottom, inside and out. As for her, she had only kissed him once. The gap was too large.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. This guy usually feasted on big fish and meat; her small kiss was probably just a dessert, and a light one at that, which wouldn't pique his interest at all. Therefore, she couldn't continue like this; she had to go further. Now was the opportunity, and it also happened to save Dong'er. Anyway, saving one was saving, and saving two was also saving... it was just a convenient matter.
Kong Mingan watched her quietly, observing the young girl forcing herself to act this way. He thought for a moment and chuckled: "Are you just saying that?"
This was obviously a blatant provocation, but it was very effective.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu'er couldn't help but frown. Those proud red eyes seemed to ignite, but she forcibly suppressed the urge to lash out. Gritting her teeth, the young girl said: "Then what do you want?"
Kong Mingan raised an eyebrow, his gaze becoming somewhat frivolous. He looked her up and down, his eyes finally landing on her straight, slender legs. Then, in a nonchalant tone, he said: "At the very least, you need to put on a formal maid outfit, and then lift the hem of the skirt so I can see if the undergarments inside meet the standards of a maid?"
Qiu'er: "——" This lecher!
Qiu'er gritted her teeth, but she didn't turn and run. After all, they had already kissed and even slept together. Although they hadn't gone any further, her resistance had definitely increased; she wouldn't be left blushing and palpitating just from a few words from this guy. Taking a deep breath, Qiu'er paused, her voice softening slightly: "N-now is not the time. Dong'er will finish soon, and I don't have time to change... Also, it wouldn't be good if Dong'er saw..."
Kong Mingan nodded readily, his tone carrying a hint of understanding: "Oh, I understand, I understand. If not now, then change when you go back?"
Qiu'er couldn't help but glare at Kong Mingan, but then she lowered her head, filled with deep humiliation, and squeezed a few words through her teeth: "...I, I will go back and change, and then... lift it up... for you to see."
Kong Mingan nodded slightly, his tone returning to a gentle warmth: "Then I shall look forward to it."
Seeing that this guy had finally agreed, Qiu'er breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. She had finally managed to get past this matter for now. Just as she was about to say something to change the subject, Kong Mingan's voice rang out again: "But what about the deposit?"
"What deposit?" Qiu'er had an ominous premonition.
"You can't expect me to believe you just on your empty words, right? You have to provide some deposit to show your sincerity, don't you?" Kong Mingan said matter-of-factly.
"No, why are you like this!" Qiu'er couldn't help but speak up, feeling that this guy was simply pushing his luck and being completely unreasonable.
However, Kong Mingan didn't speak. He just looked to the side, wearing an expression of stubborn indifference, waiting for her reply. Qiu'er gritted her teeth in hatred, but she was helpless. After all, she couldn't beat him in a fight, nor could she win an argument. In front of this guy, she was purely a punching bag.
Gritting her teeth, Qiu'er had no choice. A flicker of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and her gaze unconsciously fell on his lips, and then... her heartbeat quickened slightly.
Taking a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, the young girl gritted her teeth and suddenly stepped forward. With a "slap," one of her hands pressed against the wall beside Kong Mingan's ear, forming an extremely clumsy but clearly intentional wall-slam posture. Immediately, she stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and with a sense of tragic abandon, brought her lips forward. The distance between their lips rapidly shortened; she could even feel his warm breath. However, at the very last moment before contact, she felt herself kissing something warm, soft, but definitely not lips. After all, it wasn't her first time; she still had that much judgment. She frowned and opened her eyes, but...
She saw that this guy's hand was placed between her and his lips, covering her lips, and her kiss had landed on his palm. "Mm?"
Qiu'er frowned, looking at him in confusion. Kong Mingan was somewhat helpless: "Don't just crash into me... it hurts. Have you forgotten how I taught you last time?"
Qiu'er was stunned. Her memory was instantly pulled back to the last time she had taken the initiative and was taught by this guy. At first, she had also recklessly crashed into him, resulting in her lips aching. Back then, she was very confused as to why anyone would like something so painful, until later, when she was guided little by little by this guy, and only then did she begin to feel comfortable...
Her thoughts paused, and Qiu'er's eyes flickered unnaturally. She felt that her lips, covered by his palm, seemed to start recalling that warm, soft sensation again. Her throat swallowed gently, and she suddenly felt a bit... craving it?
(End of Chapter)
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