Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 144 - 141: My First Time, I Lack Experience

In the entire room, aside from the heart-shaped bed covered with rose petals used by Sun Yi for photography, every other place was filled with a certain unique thematic aura.

In fact, right next to that big bed, there was a row of scarlet candles, with two glasses of wine beside them, and a few coils of red rope next to the wine glasses.

Wen Nan's gaze slowly moved from the towering crucifix reaching the ceiling, to a half-height wooden box with a round hole in the middle, then to the ropes hanging from the wall, and finally to a trolley filled with tools, resembling an operating table.

Finally, he walked to the bedside, leaned closer to the candles, and sniffed.

Fortunately, this time he didn't smell that pungent sandalwood scent. It seems no one drugged him, so he wouldn't pass out unknowingly again, wasting a few hours.

He glanced around again, not seeing Sun Yi, and Wen Nan's gaze landed on the bathroom door.

Behind the closed door, a slender figure faintly appeared, and the sound of water trickling came from inside, suggesting someone was taking a shower.

Wen Nan sat down on the sofa by the window, and as he waited for the other person to come out, he casually opened the guild's chat group.

On his way to the hotel, hundreds of messages had already been exchanged in the group. Wen Nan scrolled from the beginning, roughly understanding that a new stranded player had been found. However, for some unknown reason, although this player triggered reverse control, they were suddenly released and regained normal consciousness shortly before.

After chatting for a while without the appearance of the guild leader, the conversation shifted offline, and no further messages were sent.

Wen Nan stared at the last message, lost in thought.

Suddenly released from control?

A soul tether was broken?

Thinking about it, Wen Nan couldn't help but look at the row of exquisite dolls lying quietly in his equipment reserve.

Is there something wrong with this batch of soul dolls?

Wen Nan quickly dismissed this speculation himself—

These dolls were distributed to players entering the map in a new round, and should have nothing to do with the previous batch of stranded players.

Shaking his head, just as he was about to close the reserve, his gaze unintentionally caught sight of the base of the leg of the CEO's soul doll, and his hand paused.

There…

After checking the bathroom door and confirming there was no sign of Sun Yi coming out anytime soon, Wen Nan took out the soul doll from the slot for a closer look.

He spread the doll's legs and looked at a certain area—

The small round wound previously there had disappeared, replaced by a hair-thin narrow scratch.

Wen Nan's fingertip gently traced that spot; the wound was still very fresh, with the edges seeping blood and already scabbed.

This…

While observing, the sound of water from the bathroom suddenly stopped, followed by the rustling sounds of body drying and clothes changing.

Wen Nan put the soul doll back with the equipment bar and looked towards the bathroom.

With a "click," the door opened from the inside.

Steam wafted out from the bathroom, and through the misty white fog, Sun Yi emerged.

She had changed into a very material-efficient Female War God armor set. Seeing Wen Nan, she immediately beamed a smile and, with an air of royalty, strode briskly to stand before him.

One leg was lifted high, her wet foot rested on the armrest beside Wen Nan, and one hand was placed on her exposed waist as she said proudly, "Uncle, how do you like my War God outfit?"

Wen Nan turned his head and glanced at the leg resting beside him, so close he could clearly see the minute particles at the edge of the tattoos [Night] and [Nine] on her fair skin.

The fragrance of her shower gel lingered in the air, and just as Wen Nan was about to respond, a message from Huang Yan popped up in his mind—

[FireFireFire: Fuck! I knew it! There's definitely something going on here!]

[FireFireFire: Everyone come see! @Everyone]

[FireFireFire: Shared a video]

Wen Nan was slightly startled.

The video posted in the guild chat had automatically opened.

It was immediately clear that the video was shot at the end of the third-floor hallway of the Erin Group Headquarters Building.

The video's duration was long but played back at 10x speed.

At the center of the screen was the narrow slit that Yu Shujun had cut open with a sword.

In the video, the slit was noticeably different from when Yu Shujun had just cut it— the slit had bonded together, and as time passed, it slowly disappeared from the wall at a visible speed. The dried dark greenish-black clay around it quickly fell off, and eventually, the entire wall returned to an unblemished white.

Seeing this, Wen Nan's brows unconsciously furrowed.

He watched intently, his eyes squinting subconsciously, a peculiar expression emerging on his face.

At this moment, standing directly in front of him, Sun Yi was looking down at Wen Nan, showing off her newly donned War God outfit, taking in his every expression.

What expression was that?

Subway old man looking at a phone?

Not receiving the expected acknowledgment, praise, or astonishment, Sun Yi felt a little displeased. Propping her elbow on her long raised leg, she leaned forward, her face almost touching Wen Nan's, only stopping when their noses were almost touching, then with a tone of complaint, she questioned:

"Uncle, what's with that face? I'm all 'armed to the teeth,' and you don't have any reaction whatsoever?"

She lowered her head to glance at her own chest, contoured by the metal armor, thinking she should still have some appeal, not enough to make him show such a puzzled expression.

After a moment of thought, Sun Yi suddenly realized something, elongating her tone, "Oh, Uncle, you haven't been in society for so long, and... you're still a little chick?"

Wen Nan: ...?

He had just closed the video from the guild group and was about to access the equipment reserve when he found a slightly damp face thrust in front of him. Before he could say anything, Sun Yi started rambling nonsensically.

Right when Wen Nan was about to speak, Sun Yi laughed with a "pfft," and cut in, "It's alright, Uncle, it's nothing. If you don't understand, I can teach you, I'm really good at it!"

With that, Sun Yi picked up a red rope from the bedside, pulled at it in her hand, frowned in thought for a moment, and then grasped one end of the rope like a whip and swung it with force.

However, the elasticity of the red rope was much better than she expected. At the moment it was swung out, the other end immediately rebounded.

With a "swish," it left a red mark instantly on her fair skin.

"Hiss..."

She gasped, almost tearing from the pain, wishing she could drop the rope and squat down to rub the mark, but having already put up an act, she didn't want to show weakness now. So she bit her lip, stood straight, swallowed back the tears, and said:

"Uncle, come on, I'll teach you… hissing… teach you how to enjoy tonight's theme."

Watching all her actions, Wen Nan laughed, not in a hurry to defend himself.

He leisurely propped his chin up, "Hmm, I'm a beginner with no experience. Trouble yourself, Mistress Xiao Yi, please make sure to teach me several times."

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