The King of Curses
Chapter 60 - 60 25 An Unusual Morning

60: Chapter 25 An Unusual Morning 60: Chapter 25 An Unusual Morning Although the experience of that night was shocking enough to make Cen Dongsheng’s feelings towards An Zhizhen extremely complex, in terms of the outcome, he obediently went to sleep in Sister Zhi Zhen’s house that day.

His injuries had not fully recovered.

The “Undying Bone” superpower took the young man several hours to revert from a skeleton back to human form and what remained was the time for natural healing.

For Cen Dongsheng, during a fight, as long as the injuries didn’t affect high-intensity actions, it was as though he wasn’t injured; but during the recovery period, he needed to eat and sleep a lot to heal.

This was the experience he had gained from past battles.

Therefore, even though he knew he was sleeping under the same roof as a mature and beautiful elder sister, he was still able to sleep soundly without any psychological barriers as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Lying on the soft memory foam bed surrounded by a familiar, faint fragrance, Cen Dongsheng did indeed dream that night, which made him toss and turn for a while.

Regrettably, it wasn’t a lascivious dream, but a terribly frightening nightmare—

In the dream, he finally couldn’t control his long-suppressed urges.

Having coveted them for a long time, he reached out his thieving hands towards Sister Zhi Zhen’s generously curvaceous thighs enveloped in pantyhose.

To his surprise, she shyly lowered her head with no intention of resisting.

Elated with audacity, he took the liberty of groping her, and was even about to engage in more excessive actions…

But the next second, he found himself unable to move, lying on an operating table, his entire True Qi bound by a Cursing Prohibition.

At that moment, Sister Zhi Zhen, dressed in a white lab coat, walked in, holding a scalpel.

She wore her usual smile, but the words she spoke sent chills down his spine:

“Since you aspire to be my peer, how can you continue to harbor such lowly desires…

Say goodbye to your little brother~ Dongsheng.”

Cen Dongsheng was startled awake; he abruptly sat up from the pillow, his head covered in cold sweat, gasping for air as he looked around the dark, empty room.

He had encountered countless demons and ghosts, faced various terrifying scenarios—whether real or hallucinated, he was quite experienced, but the fear induced by that dream was indeed unmatched.

Although the content of the dream, if spoken of, might seem quite laughable, it’s said that a person’s dreams are a reflection of their subconscious.

In that short dream, several noteworthy details had occurred.

“…”

Cen Dongsheng took off his sweat-soaked t-shirt, tossed it aside, and, holding his forehead, began to frown in thought.

First was the Cursing Prohibition.

In his dream, he was completely powerless, bound by An Zhizhen, and the truth was—

He subconsciously feared his interactions with An Zhizhen.

“Since you are unwilling, Dongsheng, I won’t force it”—although Sister Zhi Zhen had reassured him, and he wanted to believe she meant her words, last night’s conversation had actually gone quite well…

But he still felt apprehension, even fear, emotions that were difficult to dispel in a short time.

Next was the dream’s conclusion: getting his genitals cut off…

Well, that’s something any man would fear, right?

Most importantly, gruesome real-life examples had unfolded before him.

Men who had lusted after Sister Zhi Zhen met terrible fates.

Both individuals were killed, their bodies used for dissection experiments.

He had witnessed Yu Wentao’s fate firsthand, while the other was rendered unrecognizable.

…But back to the point, he probably had an idea about the above two concerns—the real problem lay in the opening sequence of the dream.

His ability to conjure up the first part of the dream only meant he indeed had…

unsurprising thoughts about Sister Zhi Zhen.

Even for a woman as terrifying in personality and abilities, the heart would wander where it willed—it was difficult not to feel attracted to An Zhizhen based on looks alone—

But Cen Dongsheng still admired his own restraint; indeed, men are visual creatures.

He couldn’t help but think about his usual behavior.

During the nearly two months he’d been interacting with Sister Zhi Zhen, she was playing dumb while he, increasingly convinced that An Zhizhen was still an ordinary person, began to harbor some male-female attraction, sometimes becoming careless in his speech and actions.

Certainly not, he thought.

He’d just watched secretly; not touching surely didn’t count…?

Cen Dongsheng swallowed and shook his head vigorously.

It was actually Sister Zhi Zhen who moved first!

Just last night during their conversation, she suddenly embraced him, and she usually lacked a sense of distance, her closeness making his heart pound uncontrollably—

He looked at the room submerged in tranquil night colors, exhaling softly.

“…Having dreams is a good thing.”

Cen Dongsheng reclined back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Better go back to sleep.”

The night passed without incident.

*

This morning, as the dawn was just breaking, Cen Dongsheng had barely opened his eyes when An Zhizhen pulled him up from the bed.

“…I’m a patient, can I rest a little longer?”

Cen Dongsheng didn’t wake up immediately upon hearing the voice but rolled over, yawned, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Not until the curtain was swiftly drawn, and warm sunlight scattered across the floor and bed like a field of shattered gold.

Cen Dongsheng’s face brightened up, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“No.

Are you just trying to sleep in?”

Sister Zhi Zhen’s voice came from nearby, tugging at his ear.

…What’s wrong with sleeping in?

Are you the mom telling kids not to laze around on weekends?