Peter scanned the room. His eyes were met with plush wool carpets, a fireplace crackling with warm flames, and a massive, soft, billowy bed. The air even carried the faint, elegant scent of aromatherapy.
What in the—? He thought. Is kidnapping happening in five-star presidential suites now?
As for the "kidnap victim," Felicia, she was currently dressed in a sheer, silk nightgown. She stood barefoot, looking at his sudden appearance with an expression of heartbreaking fragility.
The only thing remotely resembling "ropes" in her vicinity was the pair of 8D black stockings on her legs.
Much like the bewildered Peter, Felicia's mind had gone blank the moment the purple light shield activated around her earlier.
However, having experienced that mysterious spatial teleportation once before, she managed to adjust her state just before Peter landed.
Peter's arrival was far earlier than she had anticipated, but that didn't matter! His presence was the core of her plan.
Almost the instant Peter processed her "outfit," Felicia—her beautiful face a mask of terror and grievance—threw herself into his arms. She trembled violently, like a frightened kitten seeking shelter.
"Thank heaven, Peter! You're finally here! I thought I'd never see you again!"
Soft, fragrant warmth filled his embrace. Peter froze. Because the heating in the room was turned up high, Felicia was wearing next to nothing; that thin silk nightgown offered zero resistance. Peter, coming from high-altitude flight in Africa, was also dressed lightly.
As they pressed together, the sheer tactile sensation caused Peter's brain to stall for half a second. But he quickly snapped back.
Something is wrong. This whole situation stinks.
Remaining calm, Peter held the trembling girl, whispering reassurances while secretly channeling the power of the Horse Talisman. A gentle wave of healing energy washed over Felicia.
Yet, after the cleansing light faded, the girl in his arms remained exactly the same—startled, rabbit-like, and if anything... trembling slightly more.
Huh? Peter mused. No status effects? No drugs? Is she really just... terrified?
While he was lost in thought, Felicia stood on her tiptoes, and her soft lips pressed firmly against his. Peter's eyes widened to the size of saucers. Now he was truly stunned.
He knew how she felt about him. He had even mentally prepared himself for a "no initiative, no refusal" policy.
But why was she being this forward? Did the kidnapping make her realize the fragility of life? Did she finally decide to face her desires head-on?
He noticed she wasn't stopping. Her passion and heat far exceeded anything he had imagined.
Peter was a superhuman with physiological functions and hormones far beyond a normal man. Having recently "tasted the forbidden fruit" with Gwen, the fire in his blood was already burning bright.
Being held, kissed, and clung to by a breathtaking beauty like Felicia... who could resist that? Certainly not Peter. Now, provoked by Felicia's heat, his reason began to evaporate.
Since she wasn't being controlled by drugs or microchips, this was a matter of mutual consent. If it was consensual, what was there to hesitate about?
Peter stopped overthinking, wrapped his arms tightly around Felicia, and turned his passive state into an active one.
The temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket. Accompanied by the snapping of wood in the fireplace, the "springtime" atmosphere in the suite grew increasingly vibrant...
About an hour later, the storm had passed.
It wasn't a matter of Peter's stamina; it was simply that Felicia was a normal human. Her physical constitution was even lower than Gwen's, and this was her first time.
If Peter hadn't been using the Horse Talisman to support her energy levels, she likely wouldn't have lasted the full hour.
Felicia lay lazily across Peter's chest, her mind a total white void.
What was I supposed to do next? She thought hazily. Right... I'm supposed to act out an assassination attempt after the fact. That's the only way to solidify my identity as a 'victim' who was brainwashed...
Her eyes wandered the room and quickly locked onto a heavy brass table lamp on the nightstand. If I swing that at him, it shouldn't look too fake, right?
Just as she tried to force her "molten-mud" body to move and carry out the act, a lazy, amused voice drifted from beside her:
"So, is the next step of your plan to pretend you were brainwashed after we're done, so you can naturally shift the blame to the people who kidnapped you?"
Felicia's body went rigid. She looked down stiffly and saw the teasing smirk on Peter's face. In an instant, her face turned from a post-glow flush to a ghostly pale.
He saw through it?! He knew the whole time?!
Would he hate her? Would she lose him forever because of this deception? Her body began to shake again, this time with genuine fear, and her voice cracked with a sob as she tried to explain.
"What are you panicking for?"
Before she could spiral, she felt a playful, firm swat on her "bumper."
"I've always known how you felt about me," Peter said softly. "If I didn't want you to have your way, do you really think we'd be in this position right now?"
Felicia felt like she had just taken a non-stop elevator from hell back to heaven. She looked at him with a mix of shock and joy, asking a somewhat silly question: "You... you don't hate me for it?"
"Hate you?" Peter laughed, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "I can't even find enough ways to dote on you."
Seeing her stunned, adorable expression, Peter chuckled and spoke with blunt honesty: "I am a man with superhuman physiology, hormone levels a hundred times higher than average, and infinite stamina. "
Hearing these "tiger and wolf" words, and recalling the intensity of the last hour, Felicia felt like she wanted to bury her head under the covers.
She never imagined that the problem she had agonized over for months would look so "childish" from Peter's perspective.
Seeing her cute reaction, Peter smiled and stroked her back.
"Now then, talk to me. What kind of medicine are you actually selling in that little gourd of yours? What's the real story behind this 'kidnapping'?"
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