novelZi's Seductiveness
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Translator: Sean88888 Editor: Elkassar1
"Ah ah ah ah! My sky, my earth, my world; they've collapsed like a palace made of gold coins!"
"This won't do. I can't laze around here anymore...."
"Was it because I've been sleeping for too long? I have to go out and find the truth."
"I've stayed here for so long. What if he's just a stranger who looks like Master? I'll have to pay rent, utility fees, and for the food.... Ah ah ah, no, no, don't ask me for money. I won't give you any. Put it on my credit first. I can pay you some interest. How about an interest rate of -3%? Aha, since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a yes. Bye, I'm leaving."
"Sigh, why am I talking so much when I'm about to leave... I actually really want to stay, but the original entity seems to be getting stronger and stronger, constantly calling out to me... I can't resist that kind of power. Forget it, I know that you, little rascal, must be able to discover these traces I left behind. I'd better leave you a farewell gift. I've put it in your cupboard..."
That was where the handwriting stopped. Looking at these words, Sheyan felt like he could see the naggy old goblin in tattered clothes sighing and shaking his head as he threw everything inside the room into that seemingly bottomless linen sack of his. He must have swept the floor too — although the floor was still not that clean.
Finally, the old goblin staggered into his room, placed something in it, and left here alone with his big, tattered sack, walking down the road slowly until he finally disappeared into the darkness....
Sheyan suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Tears finally dripped down his face, and an unprecedented feeling of weakness assaulted him from the depth of his bones. This man, who had always been as tough as steel, leaned against the wall for support and slowly sat down on the ground. He covered his face with his hands, and the tears flowed out of the gap between his fingers. He had been suppressing his emotions for too long, he needed a release...
Mogensha's gone....
And now, even his servant had left him! Heavy feelings intermingled within his heart, weighing him down.
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Suddenly, Sheyan sensed something.
Although he had not looked up and seen with his eyes, he could still feel that something was off. He immediately turned his head towards the door.
Zi was standing there quietly. From Sheyan's perspective on the floor, Zi's slim but curvy figure was in full display. Her legs that were wrapped in black silk stockings appeared exceptionally long and graceful. Her butt also looked especially perky thanks to her high heels.
Meanwhile, Sheyan's appearance at the moment — his face in his hands, his tears and mucus dripping down — must look really pathetic, completely unlike his usual calm, cold demeanour.
But in Zi's eyes, Sheyan looked especially cute at the moment. Yes, cute. Because right now, Sheyan was showing another side of himself, a side that was real, a side which was a reminder that he was only a 22-year-old young man. Under most circumstances, a 22-year-old young man was synonymous with terms like "greenhorn", "wet behind the ears", "immature", or "impulsive".
Only now did the 27-year-old Zi realise that the man in front of him was actually five years younger than herself... At that thought, she couldn't help smiling. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled upwards. She oozed a sexy, womanly charm, a different kind of temptation to a teenage girl's innocence and naivety.
Zi's appearance did not make Sheyan's mood any better. Instead, it made his mood worse.
The reason for this was very simple. No man liked to show this side of himself to the opposite sex, especially an opposite sex whom he really wanted to hook up with. In such a situation, the man might show several different reactions according to his personality. Some would wipe away their tears and say hello, some would turn aside and pretend not to have seen the woman, while some would make use of the woman's curiosity to reach into her heart, thus turning a bad situation into a good situation...
But Sheyan's reaction was no doubt more unique. He retracted his gaze from Zi, wiped his face, then took out a bottle of strong vodka and poured it into his mouth.
"Have you seen enough? If you have, then leave."
But Zi was not that obedient this time. She looked around inside the room, then smiled.
"Jinkuang left without a word? Is he jealous of Old Charlie, or is it something else? To tell you the truth, when I saw that you didn't show much of a reaction to Mogensha's death, I thought you're really cold-blooded. But it seems that you're just hiding your emotions deep inside you."
"Are you done?" Sheyan was suddenly really angry. He did not like to be seen through, and even more than that, he did not like to be seen through by Zi, because in truth, he was a 22-year-old man and Zi was a 27-year-old woman! Sheyan had a very dominant personality, so being treated like a younger brother by Zi was unacceptable for him. If he could, he would rather be 32 years old.
Sheyan's reaction made Zi smile instead. To see the opponent agitated and annoyed during a negotiation was a very comforting feeling. Anger and irritation indicated that the opponent's psychological line of defence had collapsed.
Zi was actually a little irritated at being commanded by Sheyan to do this and that in Nightmare Worlds, because Zi was, in essence, a control freak. Her identity in the real world was a testament to this. That's why she could not help feeling a bit annoyed even though her mind told her that Sheyan was doing a slightly better job than herself.
So to see Sheyan's true emotions gave her great pleasure. Not only did she not leave, she walked over to Sheyan's side and sat down against the wall despite how inelegant it made her look. She turned to her side and stared at Sheyan with a smile on her face.
"Now you're acting your age."
Sheyan felt like he was going to go crazy. He found that Zi could always find his weakness and poke him where it hurts the most without much effort. He couldn't help turning his head to glare at Zi, but when he did, he suddenly realised that the one sitting beside him was a woman.
A mature, charming, alluring woman.
Perhaps because she had to go to her company immediately after leaving the Realm, she was wearing formal office attire — figure-hugging grey suit pants, a white Lapel shirt with fashionable, carved metallic buttons, and a grey woven suit. These clothes unreservedly complimented Zi's easy, casual elegance. Together with her calm and collected attitude, she exuded the vibe of a strong woman.
When she sat down next to Sheyan, her clothes had visibly tightened. As we all know, in different situations, under different environments, different attire can make people react differently.
For example, when a man sees a nurse or a policewoman in a hospital, his arse would probably tighten instinctively from the fear of being stabbed by a needle or of being arrested, but when a man sees a nurse or a policewoman in a club or other entertainment venues, his hormone levels would spike.
At the moment, when Sheyan turned around and looked at Zi, the feeling which rose in him was not the panic when a male subordinate faced his female boss. Instead, he felt his throat go dry. He swallowed with difficulty and his fingers curled into a grip instinctively, as if he was trying to grope a certain thing that had excellent elasticity.
That's because, from this perspective, he happened to be looking down Zi's chest at a fifteen degree angle. The two lumps of plump, firm flesh stretched the white shirt, almost making the buttons burst. The exposed skin looked soft and creamy.
Looking further down, the originally conservative pants was now vividly displaying Zi's alluring curves due to her sitting posture. Those slightly elastic pants were very flexible and hugged her full buttocks tightly. Seeing the ground on which Zi was sitting on, Sheyan suddenly had a vague thought — how nice would it be if it was his body that Zi was sitting on....
As soon as he thought of this, his mouth went dry. It was impossible for a normal 22-year-old college student to remain calm when the woman of his fantasy was so close at hand, but Sheyan's actual psychological age was older than 32 years old, so he simply lifted his head and stared at Zi with an aggressive look.
"I already told you to leave. If you don't leave now, you'll regret it, " he threatened fiercely.
To be honest, Zi had started to feel that it might not very proper to suddenly sit down beside him like this, but more importantly, her sitting posture was making the clothes at her chest and hip feel a bit tight, and it was rather uncomfortable. However, hearing Sheyan's threatening words, an inexplicable anger suddenly rose in her. For some reason, she instantly thought of the meek-looking Elven girl.
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