Wei Chen's sneakers skidded through New Huaxia City's night market, neon signs flashing like a drunk disco ball. The air reeked of sizzling skewers and spilled baijiu, but his nectar-charged body—sculpted abs, smoldering eyes—burned hotter than a Sichuan hotpot. "Why's a gun-toting lunatic after me?!" he yelped, dodging a cart of stinky tofu. Li Mei, clutching a metal pipe like a disgruntled samurai, rolled her eyes. "You drank glowing lab goo, nerd! What's next, proposing to a dumpling?"
The KTV lounge's chaos spilled into the street—patrons screaming, mics screeching, and Wei's allure turning everyone into lust-crazed lunatics. A vendor's daughter, her qipao tighter than Wei's jeans, grabbed his arm. "Hey, stud, wanna taste my buns?" she purred, pressing her curves against him. Her lips crashed into his, tongue diving deep, hands clawing his chest. Wei's body surged, his erection throbbing as he gripped her hips, the nectar urging him to devour her. "Oh, crap, my pants!" he squeaked, his voice a velvet growl that made her moan.
Li Mei yanked him back, her touch sparking a raw jolt. "Stop making out with the menu!" she snapped, her cheeks pink. "You're a walking porno!" The crowd surged—grandmas, teens, even a guy in a panda costume groped Wei, their hands igniting his skin. Above, a human figure—Huojin, a beefy thug with a modified rifle and scary-fast speed—leaped onto a stall, roaring, "You stole my juice, punk!" His shot scorched a noodle cart, and Wei's nerdy brain screamed, "This is not in my chemistry textbook!"
The market exploded as three women in skintight suits—Agent Lotus, Jade, and Orchid—sprinted from a black van, moving with supernatural speed. Lotus, a sleek beauty with a silenced pistol, fixed Wei with a sultry smirk. "That nectar's ours, hot stuff," she purred, darting close, her fingers sliding down his abs to his belt. Her touch was electric, her lips grazing his neck, wet and hot, making Wei's groin pulse. "Gimme the juice, or I'll squeeze it out," she teased, her gun nudging his thigh.
Jade, a bubbly blonde with a glittery revolver, giggled like a manic pop idol. "He's cuter than my K-pop posters!" she squealed, pressing her breasts against Wei's chest, her hands roaming his hips. His body arched, the nectar amplifying every touch into a raw, throbbing need. Orchid, a nerdy techie with a tablet, blushed, muttering, "His vitals are… um, horny!" Her drone buzzed, sparking wildly.
Li Mei swung her pipe, shoving Jade. "Hands off, glitter Barbie!" she barked, but her fingers lingered on Wei's arm, sparking heat. "You're gonna get us killed, dork!" Wei stammered, "I'm not trying to be a sex magnet!" Lotus fired, her bullet grazing his shoulder, leaving a tingling burn. "Run, lover boy!" she taunted, her speed a blur.
The crowd went nuts—vendors tossed skewers, a grandma waved a fan, shouting, "Marry me, hunk!" Wei grabbed Li Mei's hand, their touch a fiery jolt, and bolted, his nectar aura turning the market into a lust-fueled circus as Huojin's rifle shots echoed.
Wei and Li Mei ducked into an alley, the market's neon chaos a blur of steam and K-pop. Wei's body hummed, the nectar making every glance a spark. A vendor's daughter, her qipao splitting at the seams, blocked their path. "Lost, sexy?" she cooed, pinning Wei against a crate. Her lips crashed into his, tongue plunging, hands ripping his hoodie to claw his abs. Wei's erection strained, his hands gripping her curves as she ground against him, her breath hot and needy. "Take me, big boy," she moaned, her fingers tugging his belt.
Li Mei's pipe clanged nearby. "Wei, you horndog!" she yelled, yanking him free, her touch searing his skin. "You're not starring in a porn flick!" The vendor pouted, but Wei's allure drew a mob—shoppers, a street performer in a dragon mask, even a stray dog humping his leg. "This is insane!" Wei squeaked, his voice making a teen swoon, her hands grabbing his butt.
Huojin landed, his rifle smoking, muscles bulging like a kung-fu movie star. "You're toast, juice thief!" he roared, his speed a blur as he fired, scorching a fruit cart. Lotus and her agents darted in, Jade giggling, "Can I keep him after we drain him?" Her glittery bullet burst into petals, sticking to Wei's skin, each one a pulse of desire.
Li Mei dragged Wei toward a KTV lounge, her grip tight. "Your libido's gonna kill us!" she snapped, but her eyes lingered on his lips, betraying her own heat. Wei's brain screamed, "Nerds don't survive this!"
The KTV lounge was a neon-lit fever dream—strobe lights, screeching mics, and cheap baijiu fumes. Wei and Li Mei dove behind a glittery curtain, but his nectar aura was a beacon. A waitress, her skirt barely legal, straddled Wei's lap, her lips locking onto his, tongue diving deep. Her hands slid under his shirt, nails raking his abs, making his erection throb painfully. "Sing me a love song, stud," she moaned, grinding against him, her heat overwhelming.
Li Mei yanked her off, her pipe raised. "Get your own nerd!" she snarled, but her fingers lingered on Wei's chest, tracing his pecs, sending a raw jolt through him. "You're a walking wet dream, Wei!" she hissed, her breath hot. Wei's eyes locked on her lips, the nectar urging him to kiss her, bodies pressed tight. "I-I'm trying!" he stammered, his voice making a patron drop his mic.
Lotus burst in, pistol raised, her speed a blur. "Time's up, lover boy," she purred, pinning Wei to the wall, her thigh pressing against his crotch, sparking a fire. "Give me the nectar, or I'll take you," she teased, her lips brushing his. Jade's bullet exploded, petals clinging to Wei's skin, amplifying his need. Orchid's drone sparked, crashing. "His hormones are off the charts!" she squeaked, blushing.
Li Mei swung, knocking Lotus back. "Move, dork!" she yelled, dragging Wei out, their hands locked in a searing grip. The lounge was a riot—patrons groped Wei, screaming for selfies and kisses.
The lounge flickered, and a woman appeared—Yuelin, no goddess but a stunning human in a leather jacket, wielding a sleek handgun with supernatural speed. Her dark eyes locked onto Wei, her smile pure filth. "You're my kind of trouble, mortal," she purred, darting close, her fingers ripping his shirt to trace his abs. Her lips crashed into his, tongue plunging, her body pressed tight, breasts soft against him. Wei's erection pulsed, his hands gripping her hips as she ground against him, her heat igniting a wildfire. "Nectar tastes better on you," she moaned, her gun nudging his thigh.
Li Mei swung her pipe, missing Yuelin's blur-like dodge. "Hands off, gun Barbie!" she barked, but her grip on Wei's arm sparked a raw jolt. "You're gonna screw us into a grave!" Yuelin's laugh was a siren's call, amplifying Wei's allure. Patrons surged, hands groping his body, lips brushing his neck, his thighs—a chaotic orgy of desire. A drunk uncle's hand slid down Wei's back, making him yelp, "Not my butt!"
Lotus fired, her bullet grazing Wei's shoulder, tingling like a lover's bite. Jade giggled, "He's too hot to shoot!" Orchid's drone crashed, sparking. "His vitals are… obscene!" she stammered. Li Mei dragged Wei toward the exit, their touch a fiery pulse. "You're a nerd, not a porn star!" she snapped, but her eyes betrayed her heat.
Yuelin's gun clicked, aimed at Wei. "Run, darling, but I'll have you," she teased, her speed a blur. The lounge was a lust-fueled madhouse, Wei's allure turning everyone into horny zombies.
The night market was a warzone—Huojin's rifle shots scorched stalls, neon signs sparked, and the Syndicate's agents darted through the crowd. Wei and Li Mei sprinted, his nectar aura a beacon. A vendor grabbed Wei, her lips smashing into his, tongue deep, hands tugging his belt. Wei's body surged, his erection throbbing as he kissed her back, the nectar driving him wild. "Marry me!" she slurred, grinding against him. Li Mei shoved her away, her touch searing. "You're a walking orgy, Wei!" she yelled, her cheeks red.
Huojin landed, his rifle smoking, muscles rippling. "You stole my juice, nerd!" he roared, firing a shot that singed Wei's hair. His speed was inhuman, closing the gap. Lotus darted in, her pistol grazing Wei's thigh, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Join us, lover boy," she teased, her lips inches from his. Jade's petals stuck to Wei's skin, each a spark of need. Orchid squeaked, "His nectar's spiking!"
The crowd mobbed Wei, hands groping, lips seeking. "I'm not a buffet!" he yelped, his voice making a grandma swoon. Li Mei cleared a path, her pipe swinging, her hand tight on his. A new figure emerged—a woman in silk, her presence icy. "Madame Seraphine," Lotus whispered, bowing.