Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Wen Nan lay on the bed, momentarily stunned.

Letting the other person straddle him, Wen Nan couldn't help but laugh.

Just a moment ago, he looked all virtuous and chaste, but when Wen Nan thought of giving up, he was suddenly pressed down again.

The tone of voice was cold and haughty, yet the actions were obviously flustered and anxious, as if afraid Wen Nan might regret it.

Wen Nan thought helplessly, could it be that this person really has a bit of a crush on him?

Shaking his head, Wen Nan raised the corners of his lips, agreeing with pleasure, "Alright then."

Although Wen Nan also had some mental barriers to overcome, on the other side, there was likely a need for both psychological and physical sacrifices.

Thinking this way, Wen Nan didn't care at all about the position, naturally leaving it all up to the other side.

Wen Nan relaxed his entire body, lying there flat, appearing completely complacent.

Yu Shujun maintained his top position, finding it difficult to back down for a moment.

Seeing the man below him had completely given up struggling, Yu Shujun slightly furrowed his brows, released his grip on him, then propped himself up on his arms, slowly moved his legs downward, trying to adjust the position.

It was the first time Wen Nan encountered such a situation—on the other side, someone evidently so naive that they didn't understand anything, yet insisted on having absolute control.

He lay motionless on the white bedding, yet could clearly feel the legs of the person moving from his waist, down to his thighs, the sensation of them rubbing against him.

Before being transported into the Divine Staff Sheath's interior, Yu Shujun was likely assigned to a map with high combat requirements, so when he rushed over, he was still wearing a set of tight-fitting sportswear for easy movement.

At a glance, it looked a bit like a tennis skirt outfit, with the bottom being a skirt-pants that reached the thighs, and the top a form-fitting long-sleeve, the collar fully upright, with the zipper pulled all the way up, thoroughly covering the neck.

Wearing such attire, straddling Wen Nan and moving down, no matter how cautious the other was, it inevitably caused his warm legs to rub against Wen Nan.

Wen Nan: ...

Is this testing his willpower?

"Your speed at loading cannonballs, by the time you've armed the city's defense cannon, the whole city would have been captured by the enemy." Wen Nan couldn't hold back a quip.

Yu Shujun lifted his eyelids, glaring at him.

The person's cheeks were now red on both sides, and the tip of his nose was also tinged red, glaring at Wen Nan in this manner lacked any intimidation, instead looking more like flirting.

Wen Nan was taken aback, simply raised his hand, and with his palm grasped the slender waist of the other, "Shall I take over instead?"

Yu Shujun's waist was very thin, with Wen Nan's two hands almost encircling it entirely, but that slender waist, unlike the soft waists of female characters Wen Nan had previously conquered, had distinct muscular lines, with a resilient and elastic texture.

Unable to resist, the pads of Wen Nan's fingers traced along the person's waist and abdomen lines, moving downward, immediately feeling the muscles in his palm tighten, beneath smooth delicate skin, the distinct shapes of the muscles were clearly palpable.

Lost in the sensation, the next moment, Wen Nan's hands were gripped again by the other person, then pulled upwards forcefully, to the top of his head.

Yu Shujun looked down at him, with a warning tone scolded, "Don't move around."

"Oh." Wen Nan responded absentmindedly.

Yu Shujun raised his hand, pulling off the headband that secured his bangs, tying Wen Nan's wrists, securing them to the iron bed above his head.

Wen Nan laughed out loud, "Is such precaution necessary?"

Yu Shujun ignored his ridicule, with an expression so serious it seemed like he was executing a task of life and death, tying Wen Nan's hands securely, only then starting to pull on his opponent's belt.

Wen Nan raised his eyebrow, thinking, is this getting straight to the point?

Sure enough, the next moment, a piece of white fabric flew out, and then he saw the other thrust forward...

"No, you—"

"—Uh."

Just as Wen Nan was about to speak to dissuade, a sharp gasp erupted from the other side, and cold sweat broke out immediately, tiny beads of sweat quickly covered Yu Shujun's forehead.

Just as he wanted to open his mouth to say something, a warm feeling came from Wen Nan's palm, as if someone had poured hot water into his hand.

Looking up, he saw a faint golden light flowing in his palm.

Had his skill [No Se Se] activated? Had he successfully stolen the [Root Breaking Slash]?

Wen Nan's heart filled with joy, but just as his lips began to curl up, they froze—

That golden light flashed for a moment, unable to form into substance, quickly dissipating.

Wen Nan looked back at Yu Shujun, only to see him with lowered eyes, golden bangs falling down, half-covering his pale cheeks, white teeth biting down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood.

Although his movements didn't pause for a second, this scene didn't look like they were doing something enjoyable, rather, it seemed like a form of torture.

Wen Nan sighed helplessly, chuckling bitterly, "I've seen people with bad technique, but never as bad as you."

Yu Shujun abruptly lifted his eyelids, glared at Wen Nan.

Wen Nan shook his head, "My skill requires emotions of 'pain mixed with joy', you're only feeling 'pain' now, there's no 'joy', it's impossible to steal the [Root Breaking Slash]."

Saying that, he shook his wrists, "Let me go, I'll teach you how to gain the 'joy' emotion value."

Yu Shujun thought for a moment, raised his hand and untied the headband.

The next moment, Wen Nan wrapped the headband around Yu Shujun's wrists, binding his hands behind his back.

Yu Shujun glared at Wen Nan in shame and indignation, "You...!"

"Don't worry, you'll still be on top."

Wen Nan smiled, leaned in to whisper in the other's ear, then gently kissed the sensitive skin at the back of his neck.

Yu Shujun's body was like an undeveloped patch of land, this degree of teasing made his original struggling movements stop, trembling as if struck by electricity.

Wen Nan followed suit, raising his hand to slowly unzip the other's top...

...

...

Yu Shujun, this person, always wore a layer of icy, hard protection, stubborn and persistent.

Like a shellfish living deep in the sea, with a beautiful exterior, but keeping people at bay.

Wen Nan persistently observed, probed, explored, finally finding the best way.