Wei Chen's lungs burned as he and Li Mei barreled into a pulsing KTV lounge, the alley's gunfire fading into a haze of neon and off-key crooning. His nectar-infused frame—sculpted muscles, eyes like molten jade—thrummed with chaotic energy, drawing stares like moths to a flame. "This is worse than a pop quiz!" he muttered, dodging a spinning disco ball. Li Mei, pipe in hand, smirked. "Keep moving, lab rat, or you'll be serenading bullets!"
The lounge was a glitter-dusted circus—drunken patrons belting ballads, waitresses twirling trays, and Wei's allure turning heads. A lanky bartender leaped over the counter, pinning Wei against a jukebox. "You're my VIP, gorgeous!" he growled, his lips smashing into Wei's, tongue exploring with sloppy zeal. His hands yanked Wei's shirt, nails scraping his abs, sparking a raw heat that made Wei's jeans tighten. Wei gripped the guy's shoulders, the nectar pushing him into a steamy grind, the bartender moaning, "Sing me a hit!"
Li Mei hauled him back, her grip a fiery jolt. "Save the duet for later, horn-dog!" she snapped, eyeing a karaoke clown waddling toward them with a rubber chicken. "Oh, great, a feathered fanboy!" Wei groaned, as Xun's submachine gun fire shattered a window, Xiwangmu's silhouette gliding in behind him.
The KTV turned into a battlefield as Lotus, Jade, and Orchid zipped in, their supernatural agility a blur of leather and steel. Lotus, pistol cocked, grinned wickedly. "Time to dance, pretty!" she quipped, sidling up, her fingers tracing Wei's jaw before dipping to his chest, igniting a tingling rush. Her lips brushed his ear, whispering, "Let's sync our beats," as her gun tapped his hip.
Jade, twirling her revolver like a baton, chirped, "You're my new choreography!" She pressed close, her curves molding to Wei's side, hands playfully swatting his rear. The nectar surged, turning her touch into a throbbing tease, Wei's body betraying him with a shudder. Orchid, fumbling her tablet, yelped, "His energy's spiking—call it a remix!" Her drone whirred, smacking a patron's head with a thwack.
Li Mei swung her pipe, shooing Jade. "Back off, twinkle toes!" she barked, but her hand lingered on Wei's shoulder, a warm spark igniting. "You're a walking rave, Wei!" He chuckled nervously, "More like a crashed playlist!" Lotus fired, her bullet grazing a speaker, blasting static. A tipsy singer stumbled over, slurring, "Duet with me, stud!" as Xun's gunfire turned a stool to splinters.
Wei ducked into a private booth, the neon glow casting wild shadows. A chubby karaoke host cornered him, belting, "You're my rockstar!" His lips collided with Wei's, tongue sloppy and eager, hands groping under Wei's shirt to knead his pecs. Wei's erection pulsed, his hands instinctively grabbing the host's waist as the nectar fueled a heated grind, the guy humming, "Hit that high note!"
Li Mei's pipe clattered. "Wei, you're dry-humping the DJ!" she shouted, dragging him free, her touch a searing tease. The host pouted, "No encore?" but Wei's allure summoned chaos—a gaggle of giggling teens burst in, waving glow sticks. "Oppa Wei, marry us!" they squealed, tugging his arms. A stray dog bounded over, humping his leg with gusto. "Even the mutt's a fan!" Wei quipped, dodging a glow stick to the face.
Yuelin streaked in, leather jacket gleaming, her handgun a blur. "My stage, mortal," she purred, pinning Wei to the wall, her lips claiming his in a deep, hungry kiss. Her fingers slid down his chest, nails scraping, her body pressing tight, igniting a wildfire. Wei's breath hitched, the nectar urging him closer, as Xiwangmu's cold laugh echoed from the doorway.
The booth exploded into pandemonium as Lian fired her shotgun, blasting a karaoke screen into confetti. "Nectar's mine, geek!" she barked, her strength flipping a table. Her speed pinned Wei briefly, her breath hot on his neck, sending a shiver. Lotus darted in, her pistol grazing his arm, the sting blending with pleasure. "Join my rhythm section," she teased, her hips swaying close.
Jade's revolver spat glittery pellets, sticking to Wei's skin, each a pulse of desire. "You're my dance captain!" she giggled, groping his waist. The teens surged, hands roaming, one slipping a glow stick down his pants. "Light up, oppa!" she chirped. Wei yelped, "I'm not a human lantern!" as the dog humped harder, barking in tune.
Li Mei swung her pipe, clearing space. "Out, glow-stick gang!" she roared, but her grip on Wei's hand sparked heat, her eyes flickering. Yuelin laughed, her gun aimed at Lian. "Back off my soloist!" she snapped, firing a shot that ricocheted off a mirror, showering glass. Xun's submachine gun rattled, turning a couch to shreds. Wei ducked, muttering, "This beats my last karaoke night!" as the booth became a chaotic dance floor of lust and lead.
Yuelin's speed pinned Wei to the couch again, her handgun clicking. "Let's make a hit, mortal," she murmured, her lips devouring his, tongue plunging deep. Her hands slipped under his waistband, gripping his erection with a firm stroke, igniting a raw explosion. Wei's body arched, his hands clutching her leather-clad thighs as she ground against him, moaning, "Feel the beat." The nectar turned her touch into a pulsing inferno, his mind reeling.
Li Mei's pipe missed Yuelin's dodge. "Stop molesting him, leather lizard!" she barked, but her gaze lingered on Wei's flushed face, her breath uneven. The teens cheered, one licking Wei's ear, another tugging his hair. "Oppa's our MV!" they squealed. The dog yipped, joining the fray. Wei chuckled, "I'm not filming a music video!" his voice drawing a swoon.
Huojin stormed in, rifle blazing, his strength shattering a door. "Nectar thief, you're done!" he bellowed. Xiwangmu glided closer, her pistol gleaming, her presence icy. "Enough noise," she intoned, firing a shot that grazed Wei's leg, tingling with desire. Li Mei hauled Wei up, their bodies pressed, her touch a fiery pulse. "Move, you chaos magnet!" she hissed, eyeing the exit.
Wei and Li Mei scrambled toward a back exit, the KTV a cacophony of gunfire and giggles. A vendor burst in, waving a steamed bun. "Taste my goods, hunk!" he slurred, planting a wet kiss on Wei's cheek, hands groping his chest. Wei's erection stirred, his hands brushing the vendor's apron as the nectar fueled a brief, steamy clash, the guy moaning, "Best customer!"
Li Mei pulled him free, her grip a searing jolt. "No snacking on staff!" she snapped, but a shadow loomed—Xiwangmu, her pistol steady, speed a blur. "Your nectar ends here," she purred, pinning Wei with a cold stare, her lips brushing his jaw, sending a shiver. Her hand slid down his side, teasingly close, igniting a conflicted heat. Wei gulped, "Uh, can we negotiate?"
Yuelin darted in, gun aimed. "He's my track, ice queen!" she snapped, firing at Xiwangmu, who dodged with eerie grace. Xun's submachine gun rattled, pinning them down. The vendor humped Wei's leg, whining, "Don't go!" Li Mei dragged Wei into a storage room, their bodies tangled, her breath hot. "We're toast if she catches us," she muttered, as Xiwangmu's laugh chilled the air.