This angle gave a perfect view of Ling Yu’s profile.
The man’s prominent nose bridge pressed against the thin lace, stretching it taut. On that handsome, icy face of his, an expression of intoxication unexpectedly appeared. His nostrils flared as he desperately tried to draw in more of the scent from that tiny scrap of fabric.
Luo Li’s mind went completely blank. He couldn’t comprehend the situation at all.
Ling Yu had snuck into Room 203, opened the cabinet, and found these panties.
Then… started sniffing them?
Was it possible to pick up some kind of clue from them?
No way.
Amid the confusion, he watched as the man parted his dry lips and extended the tip of his tongue.
The tongue tip pressed against the pearl strand adorning the edge of the lace, curling around it. He licked it slowly from bottom to top, utterly entranced.
The pearls quickly glistened with moisture, thick saliva soaking into the lace. But apparently, that wasn’t enough. Ling Yu sank his teeth into the pearls and took the entire short strand into his mouth.
Like a man starved, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sucked on it greedily.
An elevated Illness Value would cause players to act irrationally.
But… wasn’t this a bit too weird?
Luo Li asked 007 in his mind, “Why’s he eating those pearls?”
007 paused for a moment. “Maybe, to him, they’re not just pearls anymore.”
No sooner had the words fallen than Ling Yu suddenly looked over. “Who’s there?”
In the shadows, the petite little nurse leaned against the base of the wall, his eyes brimming with panic. The moment he realized he’d been spotted, he bolted to run away. But Ling Yu’s mind buzzed fiercely. Before Luo Li could even react, Ling Yu was already blocking his path.
The man’s towering frame completely overshadowed him.
It must have been the excessively high Illness Value—his eyes burned with a dark red gleam, and his voice came out especially hoarse.
“What are you doing here?”
Luo Li stumbled back repeatedly, but his wrist was seized in an iron grip.
“Come for this?”
Ling Yu raised his hand, his fingertip hooking the translucent lace. He showed no trace of embarrassment at being caught red-handed. It was as if he weren’t the one doing something shady, but rather the flustered little nurse in front of him—who stood with his slender ankles pressed together, thighs clamped tight.
Luo Li stammered, “I… I…”
“Looks like Andrei was right. This really is yours.” Ling Yu rubbed the embroidery on it over and over. “Here to take it back? Is it that important to you?”
He leaned down, whispering in Luo Li’s ear. “Do you… wear this while on duty?”
Luo Li clenched his small fists.
He could tolerate a little bullying, even twice. But three times? No way!
Did this guy think he was that much of a pushover?!
“None of your business! It’s mine!” Luo Li fumed. “Give it back! Thief!”
“I can give it back.”
Ling Yu took another step closer, his gaze darkening further. “But on one condition.”
He held the item up a bit higher. “…Come give me a hug.”
Luo Li stared at him in disbelief.
What did this guy just say? A hug? Was his brain okay?
Why should he give in to this threat?
【WTF, what’s this dude on, some potion?】
【You sure it’s “come hug me” and not “please let me hug you”?】
【If I had President Ling’s alpha energy, I’d conquer the world】
【Can this guy redo that simp performance from licking the lace and pearls?】
【Little Princess, don’t throw yourself into the lion’s den!!】
The barrage of comments solidified Luo Li’s resolve.
Absolutely not. No way was he hugging this guy!
After quickly weighing the pros and cons, he decided to make a break for it.
Unfortunately, Ling Yu had no intention of letting him go. A searing chest suddenly pressed down against him, an arm snaking around his waist. In that cramped corner, Ling Yu pinned him completely in place.
Ling Yu’s muscular thigh pressed against the soft flesh of Luo Li’s inner thigh, his knee nudging the back of Luo Li’s calf. From behind, he scooped him fully into his embrace.
Ling Yu’s palm slammed against the wall. The instant their skin made contact, a thrilled low hum escaped his throat.
But Luo Li could only half-sprawl on the cold floor, struggling nonstop. “Let me go!”
His feeble strength was nothing against this gym-rat of a grown man.
Ling Yu felt like he was holding a kitten flailing its tiny paws. Even the mewls sounded milky and cute—like it was tickling him rather than fighting back.
And just like Kang Xun, he refused to let go of that slender waist.
But unlike Kang Xun’s oblivious tough-guy vibe, Ling Yu was clearly bolder.
His large hand slid down the little nurse’s side, slowly coming to rest on Luo Li’s inner thigh.
In a way that defied explanation, he toyed with the edge of those White Silk Stockings.
“So cute.” Ling Yu had long since abandoned any pretense of rationality. “Looks so slim, but these legs… they’ve got some real meat on them.”
He hiked his hip up, and Luo Li ended up practically sitting on his thigh. His pretty little mary janes dangled in the air, kicking futilely.
The thin stockings wrapped around his slim ankles. Those pale, straight, beautiful legs parted slightly, trembling harder under Ling Yu’s gaze.
Luo Li had no idea what Ling Yu was up to. He only knew the embrace was too tight, those fingers digging into his thigh flesh and leaving red marks.
As if that weren’t enough, the man kept rubbing against him.
Hot breath fanned across Luo Li’s eye corner, flushing it deep red.
“Have you… hugged enough…? Give it… back…”
To Luo Li’s surprise, Ling Yu didn’t make trouble. He neatly folded the Lace Panties and tucked them into Luo Li’s palm.
Then asked a baffling question. “Did you… wash it before?”
Luo Li’s almond eyes went wide.
Ling Yu cleared his throat. “I mean, these panties.”
He hadn’t even been in the Instance that long and had never worn the thing—how was he supposed to know?!
Thinking of the man’s germaphobia, Luo Li hardened his resolve. “I… I washed them. Washed them real clean.”
Unexpectedly, a flicker of disappointment crossed Ling Yu’s face.
“Then now, I want you to trade something else for it. Agree, and I’ll let you go.”
Luo Li just wanted to escape him as soon as possible, so he nodded briskly.
Ling Yu’s gaze roamed over his body. From the pristine White Silk Stockings, to the spot beneath his short skirt, to his chest… and finally his cheeks.
God only knew how badly he wanted the little nurse to hand over the panties he was currently wearing.
But in the end, he desperately suppressed the urge. If he asked for that now, the little nurse would never come near him again.
“Your mask,” he said at last. “I want your mask.”
Luo Li bit his lip.
With great reluctance, his pale pink fingers hooked the strap behind his ear and slowly removed it.
He figured it was so dark here that taking off the mask wouldn’t matter. But the moment it dropped, Ling Yu flicked on the cabinet light.
Under the orange glow, the little nurse’s panicked face was laid bare.
Strands of jet-black hair cascaded down, half-hiding his damp, rounded almond eyes. A faint blush dusted his perky nose tip and porcelain chin.
This beauty was even more outrageous than what he’d glimpsed in that dim corridor the other day. Even his curled lashes exuded delicate allure.
It was the kind of prettiness that made one’s head spin.
The barrage went silent for a beat.
【Holy shit】
【Wifey】
【Questioning President Ling, understanding President Ling, surpassing President Ling】
【Thought President Ling was a creep a sec ago… now he’s Liu Xiahui levels of saintly】
【Wifey I’m done】
【What to do if you sin against an NPC】
【Just human nature lol】
The screen flooded with comments flashing by. Luo Li’s legs shook as he stood up. Ling Yu still looked dazed, like he hadn’t snapped out of it.
Luo Li didn’t dare linger. He slipped out of the ward.
…Unaware that after he left, Ling Yu lifted the thin mask—still carrying his fragrance—to his lips.
It hadn’t been washed clean this time.
A bit of the little nurse’s glistening saliva still clung to it.
The man braced himself against the wall and leaned down to lick it up.
Greedily, he swallowed every trace of that residual saliva.
The sweet taste nearly undid him completely, leaving him adrift in a hazy euphoria he couldn’t escape.
As for his germaphobia? Long forgotten.
How could he ever find him dirty?
He just wanted more, more…
An image of Luo Li’s palm-sized face floated before his eyes. So innocently flustered as he gazed up at him, red soft lips parted in confusion, utterly clueless.
Too…
Fucking hot.
…
Kang Xun clicked the last lock open with his flashlight clamped in his teeth.
The Employee Dormitory was on the hospital’s first floor. Past the lobby outside lay the Changing Room, and beyond that, the dorms. With the hospital fully sealed off, every area was multiply locked—breaking in wasn’t easy.
No wonder Andrei said there wasn’t time to keep searching. Just navigating this layout was an achievement.
The Employee Dormitory lay right before him, with many rooms. But Andrei had given him only one key.
For some reason, Kang Xun recalled what he’d said.
There were lots of Changing Room stalls, but only the one with Luo Li’s nameplate could be entered.
The game wouldn’t bother with every trivial detail. It likely left clues only in the key spots.
Could this key correspond to Luo Li’s room?
By the time the thought hit him, a click sounded—the key in his hand had unlocked the door in front of him.
This was where Luo Li lived.
It was pitch black inside, and the little nurse wasn’t there. Kang Xun swept his flashlight around and spotted the small bed.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the plainest milky-white bedsheets and duvet cover, with the quilt neatly folded into a soft little tofu square and the small pillow stacked tidily on top.
A set of deep black pajamas was folded and placed nearby. Apart from the color clashing a bit with Luo Li’s vibe, there was nothing special about it.
…Wait a minute.
Kang Xun picked up the pajamas. Where the flashlight beam swept over them, golden embroidery stood out glaringly.
And that pair of lace panties Andrei had brought back seemed to have the same kind of embroidery.
At the same time, he keenly noticed that the size of these pajamas belonged to an adult man.
The embroidery formed a single word, which Kang Xun quickly pieced together.
Agamemnon.
Such a familiar name.
A few lines of text flashed through Kang Xun’s mind in an instant—background information they’d received right after entering this game.
【In the eerie Deep Mountain Hospital, Dean Agamemnon has been missing for many years, yet the hospital still operates.】
【Rumor has it, the Dean once had a foster son. To win his foster father’s love, the young foster son went so far as to cross-dress as a girl, becoming the Dean’s twisted lover.】
【The progression of this warped romance remains unknown. Perhaps the only way to escape the hospital is to free the Dean from his foster son’s obsessive love.】
Who would have the Dean’s sexy lingerie, along with his pajamas tucked away?
The Dean’s lover.
Could it be Luo Li?
But no matter how he looked at it, the obsessive foster son described in the background info didn’t line up with that little nurse at all.
It was too absurd.
Kang Xun’s thoughts churned in turmoil as he clutched the pajamas, at a complete loss.
Just then, footsteps echoed from outside the door, as if someone was about to push it open.
There was no time to escape. In his panic, Kang Xun flung a dart, shattering the room’s light bulb.
In the resulting darkness, at least he’d bought himself a little more time.
With a creak, the door swung open.
Kang Xun huddled in the shadowed corner by the bed, holding his breath and staying perfectly still.
Two soft, muffled whimpers followed—half like sobs, half like coquettish complaints.
“Little Seven, Ling Yu hurt me so bad.”
The bed frame creaked as the little figure climbed on.
Exhausted, with no intention of turning on the light, he simply leaned back.
Then a soft, warm, round, and perky little butt settled right onto the back of Kang Xun’s hand.
It seemed uncomfortable, so he wriggled his hips a bit.
But that only made him press down even more snugly.
