"Ha!"
The two of them rapidly exchanged more than a dozen brutal blows inside the fighting ring, orchestrating a breathtaking, earth-shattering exchange.
Of course, that was merely a rhetorical exaggeration. Although both Adrian Li and Hu Yifei possessed physical capabilities pushed to the absolute peak of human evolutionary limits, their strikes were still far from triggering a literal earthquake!
Feeling a dull, heavy ache vibrating through his forearms and palms, Adrian had to mentally acknowledge a tactical limitation. Even though he had perfectly inherited all of Masao Busujima's master-level combat memories and instincts, he was still objectively inferior to Hu Yifei when it came to raw, bare-handed martial arts.
After all, Busujima was a legendary master swordsman whose lethality was 70% anchored in the blade. Even if Adrian possessed a slight advantage over Yifei in terms of raw, superhuman strength, expecting to cleanly dominate her in a pure fistfight without a weapon was nothing short of wishful thinking.
Fortunately, Adrian didn't actually need to physically beat her into submission!
Hidden deep within the facility's high-volume ventilation shafts, a pale, microscopic pink gas was silently flooding the training hall. It was a highly refined, aerosolized aphrodisiac engineered specifically to drastically accelerate sexual arousal upon inhalation. Naturally, its raw chemical potency couldn't rival a concentrated oral dose, but Hu Yifei was currently in a state of hyper-accelerated physical exertion. Her high-intensity sparring required massive, deep lungfuls of air. In just a matter of minutes, her respiratory system had already greedily sucked down a staggering volume of the weaponized gas.
Under normal, resting conditions, Yifei's hyper-acute martial awareness would have easily allowed her to detect the subtle, foreign sweet scent in the air. However, she was currently completely intoxicated by the rare, exhilarating rush of finally encountering a male opponent who could match her blow for blow. She was entirely oblivious to the insidious, chemical changes rewriting her biology.
Sweaty palms, a violently racing heart, a flushed face—she blindly attributed all of it to the sheer adrenaline of the fight!
Seeing the brilliant, unnatural crimson hue blooming across Yifei's cheeks, Adrian knew the chemical trap had successfully sprung.
'She is beginning to fall into heat,' he analyzed coldly.
Of course, given Hu Yifei's fiercely independent, volatile personality, even if he completely drugged her into compliance for a wild, unbridled fuck right now, the second she sobered up, she would violently hunt him down with lethal intent. Therefore, he wasn't going to rush the consummation today. He intended to cultivate her corruption slowly, breaking her psychological defenses down piece by piece.
Conquering an apex predator like Hu Yifei was infinitely more intoxicating than breaking a hundred submissive slaves like Nan Xiang or Fan Shengmei!
"The Azure Dragon Stirs the Sea!"
"Black Tiger Claws the Heart!"
In a sudden, simultaneous offensive burst, both of them threw caution to the wind, launching devastating, straight-line strikes aimed directly at each other's chests.
Smack! Smack!
Hu Yifei's twin palms slammed into Adrian's chest with the force of a runaway truck, nearly causing him to vomit blood as the impact rattled his ribcage.
Simultaneously, Adrian's large hands struck forward, his palms slamming brutally and heavily directly over Hu Yifei's sports bra. The sudden, violent friction instantly sent a wave of heat straight into her bare chest.
"Mmm...!"
For some inexplicable, horrifying reason, an involuntary, deeply submissive groan slipped past Yifei's lips.
The sound was incredibly soft, but the very instant it escaped her mouth, her eyes went wide with panic. Sensing that something was violently wrong with her own body, she rapidly stumbled backward, her hands flying up to clutch at her training shirt, desperately trying to cover her chest.
'Oh no... have I actually fallen for him?! How the hell is this possible?!'
A chaotic, terrified internal monologue immediately erupted in Yifei's mind. She had been entirely too distracted by the combat to notice, but now that they had separated, she suddenly realized that her two nipples had become rock-hard, pressing painfully against the tight fabric of her sports bra. Far worse, she could clearly feel a thick, sudden trickle of slick moisture completely soaking into her underwear between her thighs!
As a mature, educated adult woman, she knew exactly what these physical symptoms meant. But experiencing such a severe, explosive state of arousal right now was a biological impossibility!
You have to understand, even when that spineless bastard Zeng Xiaoxian had drunkenly confessed his love and forced a desperate kiss onto her lips in the past, she had merely felt a mild spike in her heart rate—she had absolutely never experienced this kind of raw, animalistic, dripping wet romantic heat!
"I am incredibly sorry! My positioning was off just now!" Adrian rubbed his chest painfully as he slowly pushed himself up from the padded floor.
Luckily for him, Yifei's internal panic had caused her to instinctively pull her power back at the absolute last microsecond; otherwise, he would likely be riding in the back of an ambulance right now. Trying to hunt a woman of this monstrous caliber was undeniably a high-stakes, highly dangerous game.
"No... No, it's nothing! We are children of the martial jianghu—we don't fret over minor, accidental touches during battle!" Yifei stammered, quickly waving her hand dismissively, completely desperate to prevent him from noticing the pathetic state of her body.
Besides, she reasoned, if she actually entered the professional UFC cage next month, the opposing fighters wouldn't give a damn about her gender; they would ruthlessly target her chest to break her posture anyway.
"By the way, Yifei... you are breathtakingly beautiful."
Adrian stepped into her personal space before she could reset her stance. His hand reached out, firmly and affectionately wrapping his fingers around her bare hand, his voice dropping into a deep, heavy tone of masculine adoration.
"Ah!"
Yifei violently wrenched her hand out of his grip as if she had just been struck by a high-voltage electrical current. Was this aristocratic magnate actually confessing his romantic feelings to her right now?
As a physically flawless, fiercely intelligent, and highly respected woman, Yifei had never suffered from a lack of wealthy suitors. It was perfectly normal for alpha males to aggressively confess their devotion to her. However, she had always been completely immune to their advances—especially after she had gradually, pathologically realized that her heart might actually belong to that complete idiot Zeng Xiaoxian.
But just now, the exact second Adrian delivered his low, heavy confession, she felt her heart thunder against her ribs with terrifying velocity.
This was entirely abnormal!
Yifei felt as though the entire universe had suddenly warped into an surreal nightmare. Admittedly, she had always thought the Landlord was an honorable, incredibly generous gentleman, but she had absolutely never considered taking their relationship into a sexual territory! Because this dominant, dangerous billionaire is completely opposite to my type, right?
"Puff..."
Adrian suddenly pressed a hand to his ribs, coughing sharply as a trickle of dark blood leaked from the corner of his mouth! Okay, claiming he spat out a full mouthful was an exaggeration, but he had successfully forced a few dramatic drops past his lips.
"Oh my god! Are you alright?!" Seeing the blood dripping down his chin, Yifei's competitive aggression instantly evaporated, replaced by intense panic and concern.
"It is nothing... just a minor internal contusion. Not fatal," Adrian wheezed, clutching his chest as he made a highly calculated, theatrical show of struggling to stand upright on the mats.
"Should... should I help you up?" Yifei asked, completely at a loss as her maternal instincts conflicted with her racing body heat.
"That would be perfect."
Adrian didn't hesitate for a single microsecond. He heavily draped one thick, muscular arm directly over Yifei's toned shoulders, pulling his weight flush against her side.
"The private infirmary is located just around the left corridor up ahead," Adrian whispered directly into her ear, his warm breath sending an electric shiver straight down her spine. "Please... take me inside."
'I am going to die! I am absolutely going to die! Why the hell did I open my mouth and offer to touch him?!'
Yifei's mind was roaring in pure, unadulterated panic. The exact second Adrian's heavy arm settled over her bare shoulder and his chest pressed against her side, she felt a massive surge of blood rush straight to her brain, and her entire, athletic body began to turn completely limp.
Although her limbs and muscles felt entirely drained of their usual monstrous strength, her nipples had swollen into hard, painful peaks against her top, and she could explicitly feel that her cotton underwear was becoming heavily, thoroughly drenched with her own running juices.
This was completely insane! How can I possibly be experiencing this kind of primal, desperate lust for this man?!
Yifei felt the world had completely lost its mind. This billionaire was visually and behaviorally the exact opposite of the submissive, non-threatening men she usually tolerated! But the raw, biological reaction of her pussy didn't lie. If she truly felt zero attraction toward him, why the hell was her body producing this much moisture?
Of course, the proud tomboy had absolutely no idea that her own immaculate biology had been completely compromised by a weaponized stream of premium aphrodisiacs. After all, in the modern, civilized streets of Shanghai, who could ever anticipate a predator weaponizing a multi-million-yuan HVAC system just to force a virgin professor into heat?
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