"Huh?! What the hell is wrong with this bastard?!"
Luo Yanyu kept struggling. At first, she was just embarrassed—but seeing how the man behind her started acting weird made her terrified.
Especially when he looked like someone who'd just finished dumpster diving—with that naked torso and scruffy beard all over his face.
'I actually blushed for this guy?! I need my brain checked!'
She stomped hard on his foot, making Zhao Yiming flinch and release her.
He was supposed to be in danger. But somehow, it seemed like he had become the danger instead.
Though, Zhao Yiming didn't care about all of it since the damn system keep making his harder life to be even more harder!
He looked at the choices in front of him:
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[Choose your method of pinning!]
• Medium Mode – Straddle Me Like You Mean It
(Intercept her attack mid-swing, pull her down, and pin her under you. Hands above her head. You on top. Zero escape.)
[Success Rate: 70%]
• Hard Mode – Oops, My Knee Is Between Your Legs
(Grab her mid-dash, flip her over your shoulder, and land with your knee between her thighs and your palm dangerously close to her chest.)
[Success Rate: 40%]
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'What happened to Easy Mode?!'' he thought, just as his hand caught Li Daijin's kick.
He hadn't even noticed the man trying to attack—too distracted by whatever this damn system was giving him.
The thug panicked, trying to pull away from Zhao Yiming's grip.
[You already did the Easy Mode! The God of Richness & Love has already given you the reward!]
"Tch… Son of a bitch."
Zhao Yiming twisted Li Daijin's foot as he felt the system become more and more outrageous, making the bald man flinch and scream.
"AHHH!!! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!!" he yelled, struggling.
But the more he moved, the harder Zhao Yiming's grip became—making him panic even more.
"Oi! Asshole! Let go of my friend!"
Luo Yanyu directed her punch at Zhao Yiming's face, but he simply tilted his head and shoved Li Daijin's foot, making him fall.
"Alright, enough of this bullshit," Zhao Yiming cracked his knuckles and his neck. "Time to get serious."
Though what he meant was finishing the quest to get money—the thugs took it as a death sentence.
"D-Does he want to kill us?!" Zhang exclaimed as he helped his big bro stand up, his face pale.
"Tch. Can't be helped! I'll fight him myself!" Luo Yanyu stepped up, clenching her fists tight.
The man in front of her wasn't some loser drunk anymore—he had turned into a monster pervert!
"Leader Luo!!!" Li Daijin shouted dramatically,
"I'll remember your kindness in my next life!"
Zhao Yiming raised a brow. "It's not like I'm gonna kill all of you... Come here, young lady. Let's end this once and for all."
"Hah! Bring it on!" Luo Yanyu shouted back while Zhang, still behind her, whispered, "Be careful, Leader... He'll definitely kill you!"
"Shut it! You're not helping!"
Zhao Yiming took a deep breath and muttered, "Heaven really has no eyes, letting me fall into this mess…"
He selected [Hard Mode].
Zhao Yiming had learned from the last quest. Especially about the God of Richness and Love's perverted personality—who clearly loved seeing him act like a damn degenerate.
So no matter what he picked, he'd always be forced into the hardest route anyway.
'If the gods want a pervert, I'll give them one!'
Luo Yanyu and Zhao Yiming locked eyes, tension thick in the air, before they both ran toward each other.
But instead of attacking, Zhao Yiming ducked low and grabbed her around the waist—lifting her into the air before slamming her down.
He cradled her head to make sure it didn't hit the asphalt.
"Wh-What the hellll?!"
Luo Yanyu screamed, completely panicked as everything happened too fast.
"Please forgive me young lady, for what I'm about to do," he whispered in her ear, making her even more confused.
Then, hovering over her, he slid his knee between her thighs—pressing right against her pussy—while his hand landed on her chest, gripping her breast.
Luo Yanyu was shocked. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak.
But she could feel everything—the pressure between her legs, the palm gripping her breast, and the way his fingers brushed over her sensitive nipple.
"Uhh… Ahhh…"
A soft moan escaped her lips as his knee rubbed up against her clit, making her body betray her.
She instinctively squeezed her legs, pressing him deeper into her.
Her face burned bright red. She couldn't breathe. The sensations overwhelmed her.
Especially with Zhao Yiming's intense blue eyes staring down at her—like he was doing it all on purpose. That gaze alone made her even more nervous.
"You!!!" she tried to yell—but ended up covering her face instead, unable to handle the way he was looking at her.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yiming's vision was completely spammed by system messages:
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[The God of Richness & Love is so excited and impatient, he fell off his altar!]
[+20 Charm, +10 Love Luck for your performance!]
[The God of Richness & Love is sending you a flood of messages:]
[HELL YEEAAAHHH BABBYYY!!!]
[THAT'S HOW YOU DO ITTTT!!!]
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Zhao Yiming sighed. He looked at the poor girl under him, then sighed even harder.
'What kind of dogshit god is this?'
Among the flood of screaming messages, one stood out:
[Say this to her and I'll give you $1,000!!!]
["Damn... your sexy nipples are hard as hell, and your thighs could milk a man dry. Are you horny, you little slut?"]
[Make her cum and I'll add $4,000 more!]
He froze. His eyes widened like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
His entire life flashing before his eyes.
"…You absolute fucking demon."
[SAY IT OR I'LL MAKE YOU SAY IT IN A SEXY VOICE FILTER.]
Zhao Yiming groaned in defeat. He could feel one of Luo Yanyu's subordinates screaming and pounding on his back like a lunatic.
Meanwhile, Luo Yanyu's body trembled beneath him. Her thighs clenched tightly around his leg, face hotter than boiling soup.
Zhao Yiming looked up at the sky.
'It's just for money… just for money… Your uncle taught you to do anything to survive, right?'
He leaned in closer to her ear, and in a low, sensual tone, whispered:
"Damn…"
He paused. Long enough to question his life choices.
"Your sexy nipples are hard as hell, and your thighs could milk a man dry. Are you horny, you little slut?"