Lost in the Otherworld

Wu Dahai gazed at Qing Ling, the chaotic lights from the arcade reflecting off her beautiful yet indifferent face. There was no hint of resistance nor humiliation, only complete nonchalance.

This woman... she’s no ordinary person!

Wu Dahai's eyes drifted down from her face, gliding along her snow-white neck to her chest, wrapped tightly in the white school uniform. The curves beneath were ample, the second button slightly strained, revealing the faint imprint of the underwear beneath if one looked closely.

This is the real thing—a human girl’s bosom! And what’s more, a well-developed eighteen-year-old beauty's bosom!

Wu Dahai gulped involuntarily—this wasn’t a dream!

The two men standing nearby gave him hostile looks. He knew they were scorning and despising him, perhaps even secretly jealous. He also knew that he was nothing more than a lecherous old pervert, but in this moment, he took pride in being exactly that!

With nervous anticipation and reverence, Wu Dahai slowly extended his hand... Soon, he would reach paradise and experience ultimate bliss.

A merciless fist slammed into his nose, and Wu Dahai stumbled back two steps, crying out in pain.

It wasn’t over yet. Qing Ling lifted her long leg and kicked Wu Dahai squarely in the stomach. His gut twisted in agony, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.

Qing Ling stared down at the kneeling Wu Dahai, still not satisfied.

Grabbing his hair, she snarled, “You little scumbag, tired of living? What were you trying to do just now?”

Wu Dahai was utterly dumbfounded, “Wait! You said I could touch you, that’s why I…”

“Touch what?” Qing Ling demanded.

Gao Yang realized it was Qing Ling's alter ego, Qing Ling, who had surfaced. This alter had misandry; there was no way she’d let Wu Dahai touch her.

Wu Dahai was pitifully innocent, “Your... chest.”

“You maggot! Eat shit!” Qing Ling kneed Wu Dahai’s head with a brutal thud.

Wu Dahai was sent flying, crashing into several chairs.

Gao Yang, who had been watching the scene with amusement, realized things were getting serious and rushed forward to restrain Qing Ling, fearing it might turn deadly.

“Qing Ling, let it go.”

“Don’t touch me!” Qing Ling slapped Gao Yang, but he anticipated it and dodged just in time.

“You maggots! What do you want from me, dragging me to this place?!” Qing Ling screamed, but then, suddenly, her body stiffened, and her gaze returned to its calm, icy state.

She looked at the nervous Gao Yang, then glanced at Wu Dahai, who was curled up on the ground, groaning. “What just happened?”

“Qing Ling came out,” Gao Yang replied.

Qing Ling frowned slightly, “No matter, let’s continue.”

“Continue my ass!” Wu Dahai, helped up by Officer Huang, clutched his bleeding nose in rage. “You women change faces faster than flipping pages!”

“There was a little misunderstanding,” Qing Ling explained.

“If you didn’t want me to touch you, you could’ve just said so! I wasn’t forcing you!” Wu Dahai was still fuming. “Don’t think just because you’re beautiful, you can do whatever you want! Hit me again, and I’ll fight back!”

Qing Ling pondered for a moment, “Let’s compete again. If you win this time, I’ll have these two tie me up, so nothing unexpected will happen.”

Gao Yang was stunned: You're too harsh on yourself! You’re the real gambling addict here!

Still, Gao Yang suspected that even if they lost again, Qing Ling would find a way to cheat and get out of it.

Over the years, Qing Ling had always protected the vulnerable Qing Ling in matters of survival. But in situations like this, Qing Ling must have been the one protecting the extreme Qing Ling all along.