---o---
In the dim stone chamber, the Xuanyuan Sword erupted with light, shining like a magnificent sun.
Before the group had even set foot inside, Ji Lin had manipulated the blade's body to emit a brilliant radiance.
The purpose of this was not to make a grand display, but simply to conceal the bewitching patterns on its body.
After all, this Xuanyuan Sword had been a gift to Ji Lin from Red Kite.
And now, the body of the pure sword was branded with the traces of another man.
The light was dazzling.
The group arrived before the Xuanyuan Sword. Rita stood ramrod straight, her long, black-stockinged legs poised elegantly, her hands folded gracefully before her skirt in a polite and humble manner.
"Lady Ji Lin, it is a pleasure to meet you."
Ji Lin floated in mid-air, solemn and majestic.
She wasn't usually like this. Even with strangers, the ancestral matriarch of Shenzhou was always approachable.
But today was different. Before her was the minion of the Schicksal Overseer who would one day put a bullet in Red Kite.
A sense of rejection radiated from her very core.
This visit was surely made with ill intent.
"Miss Rita has come all this way. May I ask what business you have?"
Hm?
Rita raised an eyebrow.
Ever since becoming a "maid," Rita was confident that she could make an excellent first impression on anyone.
Her tone, her movements, her deliberately deferential attitude—all of it could silently dismantle a person's defenses.
Even if it didn't achieve that, it certainly wouldn't cause the other person to raise their hackles like a porcupine.
Could it be that this ancestor of Shenzhou before her held some preconceived prejudice against her?
After all, Rita hadn't even introduced herself, yet Ji Lin had already called out her name.
"Lady Ji Lin knows of me?"
Of course she did. The moment Ji Lin entered Ye Feng's world, he had introduced Rita to her.
He had even said that Ji Lin should learn from her how to be an outstanding maid.
Ye Feng had gone from Rita's background and identity to her work style, from the curves of her body to the "Ten Famous Vessels[1]"...
Thinking of this, Ji Lin inwardly cursed: What a lech—
Before the thought was even finished, with a loud clang, the Xuanyuan Sword fell as if it were about to prostrate itself.
The brilliant light instantly faded, revealing the smooth, polished body of the blade.
The tip of the sword was pressed tightly against the ground, while the hilt was raised high, tracing a graceful, rounded curve.
And there, on the once pure and flawless body of the sword, were etched bewitching, crimson patterns.
Though she had no scabbard and wore no clothes, Ji Lin felt a sudden chill run through her body.
"Red Kite, don't look..." the beautiful, virgin wife subconsciously cried out in a panic, her voice sorrowful and pitiable.
But the more she said not to look, the more their gazes were drawn to the sword's body.
"Were... these patterns on the Xuanyuan Sword before?" Theresa murmured, staring at the blade, which only deepened Ji Lin's embarrassment.
The sword's body hummed and vibrated, letting out a stream of sword qi.
Theresa and the others exchanged glances. And...
Was it an illusion? They felt as if the Xuanyuan Sword was displaying a seductive curve.
"I see this Xuanyuan Sword still has its charm.jpg"
---o---
A lithe, green, enchanting body slid down the wall.
Mobius gasped for air, as if she had just endured a long period of suffocation.
Ye Feng pressed himself against Mobius.
Mobius's face grew redder, the tips of her ears burning hot.
Her hands were still pushing against Ye Feng's chest, but it was merely a symbolic resistance.
"Let go of me."
Mobius's legs, hidden beneath her skirt, bent in a graceful curve and struggled, like a slithery snake tail thrashing about.
Ye Feng lifted her skirt, revealing a section of jade-like calf glistening with moisture.
He captured Mobius's little foot, cradling it in his palm.
"Didn't Snakey just take a bath? Did you not dry off properly? Why is there still water?"
"If you have something to say, then say it. If you continue to be so brazen, I can't guarantee that you won't wake up on my operating table."
Mobius's tone was enchanting, giving one a tingling sensation.
Ye Feng tasted Mobius's glistening pink lips again. "Snakey's mouth is so hard when she talks, yet her lips are so soft when we kiss."
"This unpleasant feeling... Little White Mouse, where on earth did you learn all this? Elysia?"
Back in the simulation, Ye Feng's image had perfectly satisfied her fantasy of a father.
At that time, Mobius had been as quiet as a real little girl.
But ever since "drugging" Ye Feng and bringing him to her underground lair, Snakey had rediscovered herself.
"Ai, the Snakey in the suburban cabin was so cute, but now you've become so cold. After returning to the Elysian Realm, why did it take you so long to come see me?"
It had been about five days.
Ye Feng was curious, did Snakey not sleep for five days?
Even as a memory-body, she should still follow the sleep schedule of her original self.
"Why should I make a special trip to see you? You're nothing more than my little white mouse."
"If Snakey talks like that, Mousy-me is going to get angry, you know."
Mobius twisted her sensual and enchanting figure. Pathologically possessive and bewitching, her turquoise-to-violet eyes reflected Ye Feng's approaching face.
"Is that so? Then, come~ on~. Just be careful not to get eaten by me."
Mobius reached a hand forward.
Ye Feng grabbed Snakey's wrist, then pinned it together with the other, raising them up and pressing them firmly against the wall.
"Mm, my little white mouse would be more than willing to be eaten by Snakey."
"Heehee, only by witnessing the ugliness of evolution can we truly understand the beauty of life~ Mmph~ That hurts a little. But, it's alright, you can be a little rougher. Don't worry about hurting me. Just don't~ die too quickly."
Ye Feng taking the initiative pleased Snakey quite a bit.
After all, the last time, she had to use drugs to knock him out before she, as the hunter, could capture her delicious prey.
The innocent Snakey was still stuck on the level of having cucked Aponia.
Late at night.
The exhausted Snakey lay draped over Ye Feng's chest, her slender white fingers tracing circles clockwise around a certain point.
She was savoring the afterglow.
"Snakey~"
"Don't be noisy. A snake does not like to be disturbed when it is resting. Do you understand?"
"Cangxuan and Danzhu. Do you want to go see them?"
"Hmm?"
Mobius's circling finger paused.
Cangxuan and Danzhu had once been Mobius's assistants. Although they had not become her "comprehenders" like Klein, they still shared a very deep bond.
The memory-body, having inherited almost all of Mobius's memories, naturally felt the same way about them.
"They're... still alive?"
"They died."
Mobius's breathing hitched. She looked up, only to hear Ye Feng continue, "And now they're alive again."
"..."
Mobius's fingers moved lower, pinching a soft spot on Ye Feng's waist.
"Little White Mouse, has no one ever told you that your way of speaking is very annoying?"
"Ai, you're calling me Little White Mouse again. I still prefer it when you call me 'Daddy', like you did just now."
[1] Ten Famous Vessels (十大名器 / shí dà míng qì): A term originating from Chinese erotic literature, referring to ten legendary types of female genitalia, each with unique characteristics purported to provide exceptional pleasure. Ye Feng's knowledge of this obscure, perverted topic highlights his degeneracy.