Chapter 112: Fried Eggs and Scallion Pancakes
"Little Ren, Little Ren..."
"That thing you just did... do it again, please."
From beneath the soft covers, the woman peeked her head out. Her smooth, caressing hands sent another shiver through Ren's body. Her soft, lingering tone of pleading was utterly irresistible. He lifted a corner of the blanket, stroking and admiring the long, smooth expanse of her back.
Her silver-bright hair cascaded over her alabaster skin, adding a radiant glow that made the jade-like beauty before him seem bathed in moonlight.
"No," Ren said, looking down at the pretty face resting on his chest.
With her silver hair loose, the strange braid that usually hung over Mei Mei's forehead, obscuring half her face, had also come undone. Though she seemed less mysterious without it, her flawless beauty was now fully revealed. Ren quietly admired her face, which bloomed like a county flower in the night.
Yes, its blooming period is just like a county flower, he thought. Surely, when the sun rises tomorrow, she will tie her hair back up, hiding this beautiful face beneath that braid once more.
Unlike the county flower, however, this beauty bloomed every night. And Ren wished from the bottom of his heart that it would bloom for him every night.
But faced with the woman's almost coquettish, earnest plea, he still chose to refuse without hesitation.
"Wh-Why?" Mei Mei bit her crimson lips, her face, full of charm and allure, written with confusion.
Recalling the earlier scene of intoxication, two blushes rose on her face again, and her gaze involuntarily became hazy.
"That thing... can't be used too much." Ren looked up at the ceiling, avoiding her gorgeous face that would make anyone completely lose control and act recklessly if they took just one more look at it. He forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart to use all his strength to completely subdue her and listen to her completely disoriented, six-godless, and delicately moaning voice again.
The "thing" they were talking about was the cursed technique "Spring-Inducing Touch" that Ren had previously learned from the Special Grade Cursed Spirit "Furo" in Echigo-Yuzawa.
Mei Mei's charm was truly irresistible. And her technique of completely disintegrating his defenses with just the touch of her hands was even more astonishing.
Therefore, in the process of their just-finished pleasure, Ren, unwilling to lose completely, used his forbidden move—he used "Spring-Inducing Touch" through his "Third Hand."
The effect was, of course, immediate and profound. This was evident from Mei Mei's lingering obsession three hours later, her usual elegant, composed, and dominant "Queen" persona completely transformed into that of a pleading, desperate young girl.
However, such a technique could not be used indefinitely.
The original version of Furo's technique would corrode the target's mind, turning them into a slave completely subservient to its desires.
When Ren used the technique, he deliberately controlled its precision, drastically reducing its potency to ensure it wouldn't cause any permanent damage to the target's mind. But that "no permanent damage" guarantee only applied to a single use. While a single instance was safe, repeated use...
"What?" Mei Mei's brows furrowed the moment she heard the technique could permanently affect her mind. She shot up from him, one hand pressing against his chest, her wide, almond-shaped eyes flashing with a hint of murderous intent.
"S-Sorry," Ren stammered, quickly explaining. "It's just... it's because you're just too... too irresistible, Mei Mei-san. I didn't want to lose so badly, so I..."
"And, *cough cough*, I promise, I kept the technique's power within a safe range. It won't cause any permanent damage! I was just talking about the original version! The original!"
"Really?" Mei Mei's brow furrowed slightly.
"Of course!" Ren nodded frantically. "Don't you trust me?"
"You were the one who said," he continued, his face flushing slightly, "that you wanted to establish the deepest possible partnership with me... that I should give myself to you completely, and that you... you would trust me as much as you trust yourself?"
Mei Mei glared at the stuttering boy, then suddenly broke into a faint smile.
"Then," she said, tossing her hair back to fully reveal the stunning figure that continued to distract him even in his nervous embarrassment, her lips curving slightly, "tell me, when's the next time?"
"I... I've tried my best to control the technique's effects," Ren's voice trembled, not from fear, but from the sight of her graceful form swaying beneath her silver hair. "But to be safe, it needs to be... at least once a week."
"What?" The silver-haired beauty's long eyebrows arched again, and a flicker of annoyance crossed her charming face.
"This is all your fault!" she snapped, pressing both hands firmly against Ren's chest, then began to writhe even more vigorously.
"So, until then—for this entire week—you'll make up for it tenfold, a hundredfold, using *ordinary* methods!"
"What?" The waves of pleasure were so overwhelming that Ren nearly blacked out. But the woman astride him, her silver hair flying, her glowing eyes seeming to devour him whole, instilled an instinctive fear in his heart. This isn't right...
Doesn't he have a body twelve times stronger than an average person's?
Why does such a powerful body feel so utterly defenseless against this woman?
Just what kind of being is she?
Are thirty-year-old women really this terrifying?
Ren didn't remember how he'd passed out.
But when he woke the next day, they had swapped positions. He found himself lying face-down on the woman's chest...
He tilted his head back, looking up at her face, her chin slightly raised.
At this moment, though her silver hair still cascaded loosely, her stunning face had regained its usual, supremely confident, queenly composure. The fragile, pleading expression of the little girl from last night had vanished as if it had never existed.
A fleeting glimpse, nothing more.
Mei Mei held the phone to her ear with one hand.
Noticing Ren had woken up, she reached out with her other hand to toy with his chin, stroking his cheek as if petting a puppy. A faint smile played in her deep eyes, and the triumphant expression on her proud face grew even more pronounced.
She even extended a finger to part the boy's lips, pushing past his teeth, and gave him a pointed look.
As the boy reluctantly parted his lips and she felt his tongue lightly lick her fingertip, the corners of her mouth curved upward, and the smile in her eyes deepened.
"Oh, no need," she said into the phone, rubbing the boy's lips with her thumb. "The hotel provides a special breakfast. You don't need to worry about that, Ui Ui."
"How could I let that happen?" Ren heard a boy's childish voice from the other end of the phone. "How could that pre-made hotel trash ever be fit for my precious sister's mouth?"
Despite the childish voice, he sounded more serious than any adult: "I'll prepare a fresh, hot, love-filled breakfast for you right now and deliver it immediately.
"So, what would you like to eat, Sister? Just place your order! Your special private chef, Ui Ui, is at your service!"
"Alright." Mei Mei's lips curved into a slight smile as she spoke calmly. "I won't be modest then, Ui Ui.
"Give me a glass of fresh hot milk, a sunny-side-up egg, bacon, and toast..."
Ren gently bit Mei Mei's finger. As she withdrew it in pain, he spoke up naturally:
"Um... if you don't mind, could you also get me a cup of soy milk? I'd like the eggs double-sided and well-done, and a scallion pancake too."
"Sister?" The young boy's childish voice on the phone suddenly turned utterly terrified. "That voice... who is that?"