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Her voice sounded somewhat sharp due to shame and indignation.
Saran hesitated for a moment outside the door, but finally agreed.
"...Alright then, hurry up and come out, I'll be waiting for you by the campfire."
The sound of light footsteps could be heard, seemingly fading into the distance.
Claire's tense body finally relaxed a little, but Su Hui chuckled softly in her ear.
Su Hui's lips pressed against her earlobe, his hot breath mixed with a deep whisper, causing Claire to tense up again.
"She didn't leave, honey."
"I'm just sticking it to the door and listening."
Claire was stunned.
Su Hui's words were like the whispers of a demon, instantly shattering Claire's last psychological defenses.
Outside the door, Saran frowned; she simply didn't believe Claire's flimsy excuse.
Driven by the instincts of an elite police officer and concern for her best friend, she did not leave. Instead, she quietly returned and carefully pressed her ear against the cold door.
The next second, she heard it.
The sound was no longer indistinct, but crystal clear.
Su Hui no longer restrained himself; he grabbed Claire's slender waist and launched a fierce, storm-like assault.
The sounds of flesh colliding with flesh rang out clearly and rhythmically, accompanied by ambiguous water sounds, echoing in the small space.
Claire's defenses began to crumble, and the sobs and gasps she had suppressed for so long could no longer be completely contained. Even though she covered her mouth tightly, the whimpering moans kept spilling out from between her fingers.
Saran's face flushed crimson, and she abruptly covered her mouth, her icy blue pupils contracting violently.
She instantly understood what was happening inside.
That man... who else could it be but Su Hui?
Listening to his best friend, Claire, who was always as resolute and cold as an iceberg, his best sister was right behind the door, making that unimaginably charming voice, Saran felt his legs go weak and a strange heat surged in his lower abdomen.
She instinctively squeezed her legs together, turned around quickly, and ran away as if fleeing.
Saran was unaware that all her subtle actions—from returning to eavesdropping by the door to her final hasty escape—had not escaped Su Hui's legendary level of perception.
Once her breath had completely faded, Su Hui maliciously leaned close to Claire's flushed ear and whispered everything that had just happened in a voice only the two of them could hear.
“Your good friend heard everything just now.”
"She's pressed against the door, listening to you crying and begging for mercy because of me, tsk tsk... I wonder what she's thinking right now?"
Verbal provocation is more intense than any physical action.
Claire's body trembled violently, and her blue eyes instantly lost focus.
"what--!"
She could no longer bear it, and in the extreme shame and pleasure, she completely collapsed into Su Hui's arms.
........
An hour later, when the two returned to the bonfire party, everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Su Hui remained as calm and collected as ever, only with a hint of languidness from having just finished eating.
Claire followed behind him, her pretty face flushed with a lingering blush, her sapphire-like eyes glistening with tears, instinctively avoiding the gaze of those around her.
Saran was sitting on a bench, absentmindedly drinking fruit wine, when she saw the two people appear, her body visibly stiffened.
Claire instinctively tried to avoid it, but Saran grabbed her arm.
The blonde policewoman pulled her friend to her side and whispered something in Claire's ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Claire's cheeks visibly flushed red again, and even the roots of her ears turned an alluring pink.
As she listened, she kept shaking her head, but her eyes couldn't help but steal glances in Su Hui's direction, a mixture of shyness, resentment, and a hint of sweetness that she herself didn't even realize.
As Saran spoke, she would occasionally raise her head and secretly glance at Su Hui with a complex look that was a mixture of curiosity, shyness, and a hint of inquiry.
The crackling of the campfire gradually subsided, and the clamor of the party settled down, leaving only whispers and the rustling of the night wind through the treetops.
Su Hui held a glass of fruit wine, his gaze casually sweeping over Claire and Saran, who were huddled together whispering not far away.
Just then, a gentle yet slightly magnetic female voice sounded beside him.
“Mr. Su Hui, it seems you and your companion are getting along very well.”
Angela walked over at some point.
She had changed out of her futuristic white Valkyrie suit and was now wearing only a simple gray short-sleeved t-shirt and tight jeans.
Simple clothing actually accentuated her amazing figure more than armor.
The gray t-shirt was stretched into a full and breathtaking curve by her incredibly full breasts, rising and falling slightly with her breath.
The tight jeans perfectly accentuated her voluptuous hips that flared out dramatically from her slender waist, as well as her long, straight legs, exuding the health and sexiness of a mature woman.
Her brilliant blonde hair was casually tied back, with a few unruly strands falling beside her cheeks, adding a touch of languid femininity to her pure and gentle face.
"A very nice place."
Su Hui withdrew his gaze from her and responded in a flat tone.
"For these survivors, this place is truly paradise."
He changed the subject, his voice now carrying an undeniable air.
"But this peace is too fragile."
“Ms. Angela, you should know better than me that the so-called apocalypse has only just begun. In less than a year, the dimensional collision will completely erupt.”
"At that time, what will descend will no longer be these scattered mutants, but the true dimensional evil god's retinue, or even... the projection of the god's will."
Su Hui's eyes were deep, as if they could see into the future.
"Your little 'paradise' is not even a speck of dust in the face of a disaster of that magnitude."
Angela's gentle smile faltered slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in her blue eyes. "Where's the plum blossom? There's plum blossom, there's forest, there's empty forest, you're here, there's not here..."
“I understand what you mean, but protecting this place is the limit of what I can do.”
"No, you're wrong."
Su Hui immediately refuted her words, staring intently at her.
“You are very valuable, Angela. The healing abilities you possess are extremely rare at present. The technology you have is enough to change the war potential of the entire force. Even your technology for modifying this singularity and utilizing dimensional energy is something that I am very curious about.”
"Interested in joining me?"
Su Hui's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a domineering air of self-righteousness.
“I can give you and your followers a real future, instead of clinging to this fragile bubble and waiting for it to burst.”
Angela was silent for a moment; she could feel the irresistible confidence in Su Hui's words.
But she ultimately smiled and shook her head, her tone gentle yet revealing an unwavering resolve.
“Thank you very much for your recognition, Mr. Su Hui. But my original intention in establishing this place was to shelter them. I am tired of fighting and death, and this wandering has exhausted me.”
"However, in order to combat future threats, I am willing to share some of the technology I possess with you as a contribution to the world."
She proactively offered her own leverage, attempting to maintain their relationship at an equal and cooperative level.
To ease the tension, she took the initiative to change the subject.
"Actually, there are a few things about this singularity... Before I came here, a very... peculiar monster was lurking at the singularity, possessing incredible superpowers..."
Angela began to earnestly recount the origins of the shelter, attempting to use information to enhance mutual understanding and trust.
However, Su Hui's mind was no longer on her words.
His gaze lingered intently on Angela, like the most discerning connoisseur examining a priceless treasure about to be acquired.
Her lips were full and moist, opening and closing slightly as she spoke, glistening with a healthy and alluring sheen.
His gaze slid down her graceful swan neck, finally landing on her magnificent breasts, which were tightly wrapped in a gray t-shirt and seemed about to burst out of the fabric.
Her full breasts, encased in a gray t-shirt, rose and fell slightly with her breath, seemingly possessing amazing elasticity.
Beneath the jeans, her round, perky buttocks were spread out like a pancake due to her sitting posture, but this did not diminish their plump allure at all. Her slender legs, encased in jeans, accentuated their fleshy curves.
She is an exceptionally beautiful woman. Just like her name suggests, beneath her angelic face lies a mature body capable of driving any man mad.
American blonde bombshell.
Not to mention, Su Hui's system scan had already thoroughly investigated her background.
His rare healing abilities, coupled with his high-tech equipment far ahead of this era.
From any perspective, he has no way of letting this go.
reject?
There was no option for him to refuse.
This is just to make the rest of the game more interesting.
Su Hui had already made up his mind.
While controlling directly with the Seed of Loyalty is simple, it also takes away a lot of the fun.
A pure and proud "angel" like Angela, who completely conquers her with her strength, making her reveal her unknown side beneath him, that sense of conquest might bring the ultimate pleasure.
The satisfaction of conquering such an "angel" and watching her fall for him is far more interesting than simply controlling her.
Having figured this out, Su Hui had made up his mind.
When dealing with a woman like this, gentleness is useless; you must use the most direct, forceful, and domineering approach to completely shatter her inner defenses.
"...It could create illusions out of thin air and even distort the laws of physics on a small scale. It took me a lot of effort to use the energy of the singularity to suppress it and kill it..."
Angela continued talking.
"A very interesting story."
Su Hui suddenly spoke, interrupting her.
He wore a perfectly measured smile, as if he were genuinely interested in the monster she was talking about.
Su Hui suddenly stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the firelight, emanating an invisible sense of oppression that enveloped Angela.
“Ms. Angela, since you’ve proposed a collaboration, we’ll show you some sincerity.”
Su Hui took a step forward, leaning slightly forward, instantly closing the distance between them to an extremely aggressive level.
He could even smell a faint, unique scent emanating from Angela, a mixture of disinfectant and feminine fragrance.
Su Hui's voice was low, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.
"Tomorrow, I want to go and see the windmill tower I saw during the day. It must be the core of the entire shelter. If I'm not mistaken, the spatial rift should be there too."
Upon hearing this, Angela subconsciously furrowed her beautiful brows.
Just as Su Hui said, that is precisely where the singularity energy is most concentrated.
"Perhaps one of the reasons for coming here is to help Claire find her friends."
Seeing her furrowed brows, Su Hui's smile deepened. He completely ignored her predicament and stared intently at Angela as he spoke slowly.
"But I hope you understand that finding a woman is not enough to warrant such a fuss... My real purpose has always been the special space within the spatial rift."
"I hope you can understand this."
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The smile in Su Hui's deep eyes grew even wider, completely ignoring the embarrassment and struggle on Angela's face.
He spoke slowly and calmly.
"I hope you can understand this."
These seemingly polite words were actually domineering, leaving no room for refusal and completely shattering Angela's last shred of hope.
Angela's pretty face, which always wore a gentle and holy smile, was now completely drained of color, leaving only a pale white.
She opened her full lips, as if to say something, but found that her throat was as if it were being choked by an invisible hand, and she could not make a sound.