Chapter 153 Sister Only Likes You

In truth, Wen Nan’s cheerful acceptance of the appointment was not simply due to listening to Number Two.

Now that the task of mapping out the area had been handed over to the energetic Huang Yan, the utterly loyal Guo Xiaofu, and the second-run map-memorization maniac Yang Mingzhong, there was really no need for Wen Nan to join them at all.

Seeking out Yang Jingyuan and finding a way to extract some extra clues from her mouth was, by contrast, much more important to Wen Nan.

However, Wen Nan couldn’t be bothered to explain these words too much; after all, romance and fucking were indeed his top priorities.

After Wen Nan finished delivering his heaven-defying speech, Yu Shujun looked at him with a complicated expression, utterly at a loss for words.

A moment later, Yu Shujun withdrew his gaze. "As long as you're happy, Master."

Before the elevator doors opened and Wen Nan stepped out, he whispered in Yu Shujun’s ear, "That assassin is indeed rather tricky, but with you by my side, I feel at ease."

With that, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked toward a familiar black Maybach.

Leaving Yu Shujun standing alone on the spot, gazing dazedly at the other man's retreating back.

......
......

[(;≡;)]

[Just got here, newbie asking, is this streamer always this deranged? Who the hell falls in love in a horror survival game? And treats fucking as serious business? Isn't this courting death? That's a female ghost, doesn't the streamer even know that? How has he lived this long without ending up in the audience seats?]

[Another newbie? I need to have a serious chat with you about this.]

[This betting pool... the people betting the streamer will win actually make up the majority?! No way, bros, are you all as deranged as this streamer? Then I'm going all-in, betting everything on the streamer dying!]

[No way...]

[Not what? What are you guys trying to tell me?]

[Nothing, go ahead and bet. As you can see, this streamer is completely unhinged and still hasn't figured out the game's theme to this day.]

[Seriously, I can't even bear to watch anymore. The streamer has made it this far purely on luck, there's no way in hell he's clearing the level.]

[True that.]

[Don't listen to them! I was just as young and ignorant in the beginning! I really thought this streamer was just a total rookie who knew nothing! I even talked big in this live broadcast room! And now I've lost everything down to my underwear! These are lessons written in blood and semen!]

[щ(Дщ)]

[Why didn't you say so earlier, I've already gone all-in.]

[Wait, isn't this just a rookie streamer who can't even tell the difference between romance and a horror game?]

[Hahaha, you actually believed Nine-Times-a-Night is a rookie?]

[Hahahahaha I've never seen a bigger big shot than Nine-Times-a-Night.]

[Hahahahaahha, another clueless bookmaker has finally entered the market.]

[Too great, thank you, bagholder!]

[ (╬Д) ]

[Wait, what does this mean? Isn't this a live broadcast room? Did I accidentally stumble into some kind of slaughter-pig scam? Wasn't the streamer a rookie? He literally said that kind of declaration.]

[That's the specialty of Nine-Times-a-Night's live stream. Just keep watching and you'll find out.]

[What specialty?]

[Extraordinarily pornographic.]

[......]

Just as the bullet comments were chatting away, they saw the man in the video stride with his long legs into the spacious back cabin of the Maybach, and then, the screen went black.

[Detected sensitive content in Nine-Times-a-Night's live broadcast room...]
[The live broadcast room upholds the basic principles of green and harmony. Any elements involving pornography, violence, gore, or other disharmonious elements will automatically enter a censored state...]

[()]

[Is this the specialty you guys were talking about?]

[Emmm, well, that is indeed one of the specialties. You'll get used to it slowly.]

......
......

As soon as Wen Nan closed the car door, Yang Jingyuan immediately hooked her arms around his neck, violently pulled him toward her, and bit down hard on his lips.

A slight stinging pain came from his lips, and then, a faint metallic taste of blood spread across the tip of his tongue.

"Hiss..."

Wen Nan raised a hand to pinch her slender shoulders, pulled her slightly away, and asked with a hint of a smile, "It's been so long, and you start with this right off the bat? Don't you want to chat first?"

Yang Jingyuan leaned in close again, kissing him from his earlobe down to his neck, and said in a soft, languid voice laced with clinginess, "Little brother, big sister is really so hungry. Can we let big sister get her fill first before we talk, alright?" As she spoke, she raised a hand to untie Wen Nan's zipper while kissing her way all the way from his collarbone to his chest...

Thirty minutes later.

"Ouch!"

Yang Jingyuan lay flat on her back on the seat, let out a cry of pain, propped herself up on her elbows, twisted her waist, and pulled out something that had been pinned underneath her.

Seeing that it was a black marker, Yang Jingyuan furrowed her brow. "What is this?"

As she spoke, she lifted her eyelids to look at the man in front of her, then curved her lips again into a meaningful smile.

Spinning the marker between her fingertips, Yang Jingyuan used the tip of the pen to lightly poke the solid chest of the man opposite her. "Little brother, this couldn't possibly be some new toy you scavenged from somewhere again, right? Are you going to use big sister as a guinea pig like before?"

Wen Nan wanted to deny it and raised a hand to take the marker back.

At that moment, however, Yang Jingyuan suddenly withdrew her hand, brought the marker back up to her chest, and continued, "Tell me, what kind of experiment do you want to do this time? Where should this... properly be attached?"

As she spoke, she quickly adapted, bit her lower lip slightly, and revealed an alluring smile as she asked, "Is it... like this?"

Wen Nan was in no rush to take the marker back. Seeing this, he simply raised his hand, gripped her fingers that were holding the marker, and guided her hand. "Perhaps... this side is more appropriate?"

Yang Jingyuan let out a muffled groan, a trace of playful annoyance crossing her face. "Little brother, don't go too far."

Wen Nan widened his eyes slightly, taking advantage of being younger than her to put on an innocent expression as he retorted, "Is it going too far? But big sister's expression clearly looked like she was enjoying it?"

Giving a spoiled huff of annoyance, Yang Jingyuan tapped her foot against his forearm. "Big sister doesn't like it. Big sister just wants to make you happy."

"Is that so?" Wen Nan put on the expression of a diligent honor student once again, asking earnestly, "Then what kind does Sister Yuan like? I brought a lot of other ones with me too, feel free to pick whatever you want?"

Thinking of the countless props the man had pulled out in this car before—props far more diverse than any products launched by the Irene Group—Yang Jingyuan's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly smiled again, sat up, kissed the corner of his lips, and gently traced the pretty line of his jaw with her finger.

"Big sister doesn't like any of those. Big sister only likes you..."

(End of chapter)