That's really not necessary! You people of the Desire class sure know how to play...
Zhang Yuanqing nearly broke character. Fortunately, an Illusionist's abilities kept his emotions from showing on his face. Manipulating his own feelings, he put on micro-expressions of infatuation and longing. In fact, he hardly needed to force it. With Donna's allure, a teasing glance or an ambiguous smile was enough to make Zhang Yuanqing yearn for the shaded path, charging headlong forward without nine bulls being able to pull him back.
By now, the sun was already sinking in the west. In just a short while, night would fall.
Zhang Yuanqing stood up naturally and walked over to Donna. With burning eyes and ragged breath, he nodded with a mix of awkwardness and impatience. "Okay... okay, sounds great..."
Donna gave a gentle smile, took his hand, and led him toward the third floor, heading up the spiral staircase into the seaside bedroom.
The bedroom curtains were half-drawn, offering a view of the undulating, deep-blue ocean. Seagulls wheeled between sea and sky, and waves crashed continuously against the reefs with rumbling booms, seeming to urge him on: Charge! Charge!
By the window stood a chaise longue with a plump square pillow resting upon it, and in the center sat a pink round bed that looked exceedingly springy at a glance.
The duvet was round as well, neatly covering the entire bed, strewn with scattered rose petals.
On the nightstand stood a black cast-iron censer emitting waves of a cloying, sweet fragrance. After catching a few whiffs, Zhang Yuanqing felt his hormones surging. His mouth grew dry, and he burned with an urge to bed her right then and there!
Once inside the room, Donna's demeanor shifted as she seized the initiative. Hooking a finger under Jumang's chin, she asked with a smile, "Am I beautiful?"
Gulp. Zhang Yuanqing's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed audibly, muttering, "Beautiful... absolutely gorgeous..."
Donna's smile grew even more radiant. She seemed to relish the infatuation of an innocent young boy, as well as holding absolute dominance in this "romantic relationship."
New York County's number-one beauty took a few steps back and opened her arms, her voice tender. "Then what are you waiting for? Today, whatever you want to do, you can do."
Her tone was doting, adopting the air of a woman ready to tolerate, accept, and quietly endure whatever a boy might do.
Zhang Yuanqing took Donna in with burning eyes. Standing gracefully at five feet eight, her form-fitting black off-the-shoulder T-shirt accentuated her full bosom, while the skirt's waistband tightly cinched around her flat belly.
The Desire class's "Perfect Physique" honed her body proportions and body fat to near perfection; looking at her figure alone was enough to make one unable to stop.
Under the aphrodisiac effect of the sweet scent and the seduction of her charm, Zhang Yuanqing felt as though his head were swelling to bursting point. Stepping forward with ragged breath, he grabbed Donna by the waist and roughly yanked down her flowing Bohemian skirt.
Two fair, shapely, slender legs were thus laid bare before Zhang Yuanqing's eyes.
Boom!
Something seemed to detonate in his mind. Plunged into a daze, Zhang Yuanqing had nothing left but thoughts of pleasure. Pouncing forward, he tackled Donna, and the two tumbled together onto the round bed in an embrace.
He drove forward, prying Donna's legs apart, lifted her hands above her head and pinned them to the bed, their fingers interlocking, and lowered his head to take her moist, alluring lips into his mouth.
His body had already made up its mind, instinctively seeking kisses and intimacy. A Desire practitioner's charm was impossible to resist, yet reason screamed frantically in his mind:
The real mission matters! The real mission matters!
Yet his corpus cavernosum retorted: I don't care, I'm not listening!
In this clash between lust and reason, having achieved minor completion in the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record, he finally suppressed his desires for a brief moment. He quietly channeled the divine power of the sun, using that utmost masculine and unyielding energy to restrain the cravings of his heart and flesh.
As the divine power of the sun stirred, his reason gradually gained the upper hand. Though he continued to act impatient and lustful on the outside, he never went all the way, keeping mostly to soft kisses and caresses while continuously stimulating Donna's languor and indolence, making her unwilling to change the current state of affairs and leaving her lost in his touch.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanqing stripped off his clothes and trousers, intentionally making plenty of noise, and secretly summoned Little Doubi, having it cling to the hem of his T-shirt.
***
On a small yacht a kilometer away, inside the air-conditioned cabin, two burly men sat upright on a sofa, listening intently to the panting sounds coming from the monitoring device.
It was the sound of Donna and Tongtian Jiaozhu kissing passionately.
The bald burly man on the left licked his lips and said, "I can't wait. Soon we'll get a taste of New York County's number-one beauty. Unless I drain myself dry tonight, there's no way I'm letting this gathering end."
The crew-cut burly man on the right sneered, "Donna's someone we can touch? Sure, the Vice President said Donna Caroline is for everyone tonight, but the gathering lasts only one night, and with so many people, we might not even get to touch her ass."
Both were mid-level members of the Hunter Guild, experts at the Saint stage.
Though as Saints they were eligible to attend the gathering as well, whenever they had a mission, completing it naturally took priority.
"That foreigner Tongtian Jiaozhu... not only did he spend a night of passion with the Vice President, now he even has Donna pinned beneath him. Bah! Once I advance to Level 6, I'm definitely taking his place," the bald man complained indignantly.
The two promptly ceased talking, concentrating on Donna's alluring pants.
Just then, accompanied by the rustling noises of Tongtian Jiaozhu shedding his clothes, static crackled through the speaker, followed by a continuous sizzle of white noise.
A few seconds later, Donna's ragged breaths and soft moans drifted through intermittently, but muffled by the crackle of electrical interference, they were difficult to make out clearly.
The sun gradually sank beneath the sea horizon. The bald man picked up his phone and typed a message:
"All clear!"
Putting down the phone, he grew impatient. "The gathering is about to begin. Looks like that punk Tongtian Jiaozhu has completely handled Donna. I can't wait to enter the dungeon right now."
***
No. 69 Hamburg Street, Wellness Club.
The heavy wooden door clad in brass swung open on its own and then clicked shut gently.
Immediately after, the door of a wooden cabinet in the corner swung open by itself, revealing the materials and implements inside.
In his invisible state, Tongtian Jiaozhu swept his gaze over them, quickly locking onto an oily, pitch-black bowl and a purple glass vial.
He hadn't forgotten these two items. The liquids in the bowl and the glass vial were essential for inscribing the array formation, while the runes needed to construct it were already firmly etched into Zhang Yuanqing's memory.
As long as he took them, he could open the light portal leading to the demon seed's seclusion grounds.
When the time came, the orthodox faction's demigods could raid the dungeon together as a team.
After tonight, whether the evil faction in New York County collapsed or not, the handle Tongtian Jiaozhu would no longer be usable anyway.
If he didn't steal them now, when would he?
***
Back in the bedroom, Donna, who had been narrowing her eyes and enjoying the caresses, finally couldn't help opening her eyes when she saw Jumang hesitating to take things any further. She chided playfully, "Just how long do you plan to tease me?"
Her lust had reached a critical threshold, leaving her desperate for a man's forceful thrusts. Although she didn't mind making out, wasn't he dragging his feet a bit too much?
Zhang Yuanqing didn't answer. He glanced up at the wall clock: seven in the evening.
The gathering had begun.
His mission was complete. He had successfully stalled until the gathering started without letting the evil faction sense anything amiss.
In truth, this had been a huge gamble. With the faction war at stake, he ought to have sacrificed himself for the greater good, but Zhang Yuanqing had no desire to sleep with Donna. One could never get something for nothing from a Desire practitioner, and he was acting in his true body.
Once he slept with Donna, it would be equivalent to handing his life over to her. Even though Donna had shown a rather gentle temperament so far, placing his life in the hands of a woman he had only just met violated his principles.
As for Catherine—it was Tongtian Jiaozhu who slept with her, so what did that have to do with Yuanshi Tianzun or Jumang?
Besides, even if the avatar couldn't pay the piper and died, so what?
Furthermore, he hadn't taken an uncalculated risk. Donna's panting and cries couldn't be faked, so the eavesdroppers wouldn't notice anything wrong. Even if something felt off and they thought he was taking too long, they wouldn't overturn the evil faction's plans over that.
And he could easily brush it off by claiming that since Donna was a Dominator with formidable willpower, an extended foreplay session was necessary to make her lose herself.
Suppressing the fire of lust, Zhang Yuanqing pulled himself away from Donna's warm, soft body. First, he crushed the listening device under his foot, and then, beneath Donna's bewildered gaze, pulled out his phone and dialed the President:
"Time's up!"
Chapter 757