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Chapter 40: Phone Play
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 05:40:01 +0000 UTC[You don't answer the call immediately, letting it ring endlessly. After a while, the call ends automatically. A few seconds later, it rings again. You wait until it's about to hang up once more before leisurely picking up.]
[Guinaifen's voice comes through from the other end.]
["Spare my family, and I'll be your woman." Her tone is firm, resolute, completely devoid of her usual vivacity.]
[You casually pick at your nails, unfazed.]
["I believe I've already taught you what the right attitude for begging looks like. You haven't forgotten, have you~?"]
["…Wait for me."]
[On the other end, Guinaifen falls silent for a moment before uttering those two words and hurriedly hanging up.]
[You toss the Jade Abacus aside, covering your face with one hand. The corners of your lips curl up, and soon, the room is filled with your unrestrained laughter.]
[An hour later, the doorbell rings.]
[A holographic screen lights up before you, displaying the scene outside the door.]
[In the frame stands a young woman in a red dress and black stockings, her expression troubled. She subconsciously hugs her arms to her chest, as if chilled—despite the fact that the Luofu's residential zones maintain perpetual spring.]
[You remotely unlock the door.]
[Guinaifen hesitates for a moment before stepping inside, her face set with grim determination.]
[As she enters the foyer, your voice echoes from the nearby speakers.]
["Right now, there's only the two of us in this house. You can take it off."]
[Then, you add:]
["Oh, and leave the stockings on."]
[Guinaifen reaches for her collar, grits her teeth, and yanks it downward—]
[Entering special storyline…]
This time, Solon doesn't wait for the system to finish displaying the text before eagerly clicking 'Yes.'
With the familiar sense of disorientation, he enters the simulated world.
Solon opens his eyes, quickly scanning his surroundings.
He appears to be in the villa's lounge—unlike the Luofu's classical aesthetic, his home follows the IPC's sleek, futuristic minimalism.
At the moment, he's reclining against an enormous, plush sofa.
Just as Solon curiously takes in the room, the sound of light footsteps reaches his ears.
He turns toward the noise—and his eyes instantly gleam with excitement.
His first impression is white. Guinaifen, true to her pure-blooded heritage, has skin as fair as snow—the phrase "skin like frost" suits her perfectly.
The black stockings cling tightly to her legs, accentuating their slender, toned curves while contrasting starkly against her porcelain skin.
Though Guinaifen tries to cover herself with her arms, they're too slender to hide much. The glimpses of creamy skin above and below suggest she's not just pale but also… generously proportioned.
Guinaifen seems too embarrassed to meet Solon's gaze directly, her cheeks flushed.
Solon appraises her like a work of art, then nods in satisfaction, crooking a finger at her.
"Come here."
Guinaifen, as if afraid of exposing herself with sudden movements, shuffles toward him step by step.
"I don't like people looking down at me. So… kneel."
Solon lazily leans back on the sofa, pointing at the floor.
After a brief hesitation, Guinaifen obediently kneels before him.
The sight of this delicate, alluring beauty on her knees sends a rush of superiority and control surging through Solon—an intoxicating sensation.
No wonder they say power is the ultimate aphrodisiac for men.
Now he truly understands.
Noticing Guinaifen's lingering defiance, Solon smirks. Ignoring her resistance, he grabs a fistful of her hair and tilts her head back, his voice dripping with dark amusement:
"I've got a lot of pent-up frustration right now."
...
Meanwhile, in a rundown apartment deep within Golden Alley…
The exterior is shabby, but the inside is meticulously kept.
This is the home Guinaifen shares with her siblings on the Xianzhou.
Her two older brothers had assumed the assault charges would be impossible to resolve—they'd already braced themselves for imprisonment in the Shackling Prison.
Yet, after a sudden phone call, the Ten-Lords Commission's attitude shifted dramatically, and they were promptly released.
Returning home, they found only Guinaifen missing.
The eldest brother grabs his Jade Abacus and dials her number.
It takes a while before she picks up.
Strangely, Guinaifen—who usually prefers video calls—only answers with audio this time.
And faintly, he can hear… odd noises in the background.
Squelch. Squelch.
Listening closely, it almost sounds like water.
Or… something being sucked?
The brother brushes it off and cuts straight to the point:
"Fourth Sis, where are you?" (Note: In official lore, Guinaifen has two brothers and one sister among twelve siblings—a nod to the Round Table's twelve knights.)
"Sllurp~! I'm… sllurp!… out… sllurp!… shopping…"
Guinaifen's voice comes through, but her words are slurred, disjointed—as if she's got something in her mouth.
"What are you doing?"
There's a noticeable pause before she replies:
"I—I'm eating a popsicle!"
"A popsicle?! Why now?!"
The brother frowns in confusion.
"I—I! …Ahh~!"
Guinaifen suddenly lets out a sharp cry.
"What's wrong?!"
Startled, the brother's voice fills with concern.
"N-Nothing! I… dropped my popsicle."
A faint tremor of panic underlies her words.
"Oh. Well, hurry back when you're done."
"I… Mmm~!… I will… Ngh~!"
Just as he's about to hang up, Guinaifen's voice takes on a breathy, strained quality—as if she's holding back something.
The brother's suspicion grows.
"You okay? You sound off."
"I'm f-fine… Hah~!… I'll be back… Ohh~!… soon!"
"What the hell…"
Muttering under his breath, he's interrupted by another bizarre noise through the receiver.
"Now what?!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The lewd sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, her ass reddening under Solon's punishing pace.
The rhythmic, sharp sounds are unmistakable even over the call.
"Now what?!"
Guinaifen's flustered voice stammers:
"I—I'm… Nngh~!… slapping my thighs!"
In a stroke of quick thinking, she blurts out the excuse.
"Slapping your thighs?!"
Before he can question further, Guinaifen hurriedly explains—
