You are all bad women! Don't come over!

Shen Mochen needed to return to school, so after getting home, he contacted Han Muxue to say he'd be returning to the node two days later, and also updated General Yan about his recent itinerary.

Not long after, Catherine came out of the bath, clad in a large white shirt that made her seem like a flawless Angel descending to the mortal realm.

Her pale golden hair was draped loosely, the dampness on her skin adding a layer of hazy beauty. Even Shen Mochen's loose clothes couldn't fully hide her perfect figure, with just enough revealed to make one's mouth water with desire.

"What are you looking at?" Catherine appeared completely unaware of her allure to men, bending over to pick up the book in Shen Mochen's hand and brushing her hair against his chest, sending tingles through his heart.

"Hmm... what's this?" Catherine flipped through a few pages, then frowned displeased, "What book is this?"

"It's an internal reader from the Jishi Association, Kajiena. I have but one request in my life!"

"No."

Before Shen Mochen could finish, Catherine flatly rejected him.

"I haven't even said it yet!"

"I don't want my first time to be here..."

Having been continuously provoked by Catherine for several nights, Shen Mochen couldn't wait any longer: "Then where do you want it?"

Catherine gave a sly smile, a hint of mischief and excitement in her eyes, and touched Shen Mochen's face: "Yin Caiyu's sickroom. If you really want me, we can do it in front of her bed..."

Even Shen Mochen was shocked by Catherine's twisted idea, thinking to himself, what a weird fetish—why must it be so cruel?

"This... this is too abrupt. What if she wakes up later..." Shen Mochen stuttered.

"She's unconscious, isn't she?" Catherine shrugged indifferently.

"But still... it's not right," said Shen Mochen with a downcast face.

If he actually went through with it, he'd enjoy himself sure, but what would that make him different from a beast?

"Alright, truth be told," Catherine pinned Shen Mochen down, "I'm jealous of her. Every time I think about the long bond between you two, it drives me mad with envy. I can't stand that those experiences and memories aren't mine."

"But, but we still have a future... We can't change the past, but we can create our future!" Shen Mochen was almost panting.

"You're right, but I feel like those times you had with her are something I can never catch up with... Such sly creatures, those two who ran ahead are just despicable! Yin Huailian is dead, but Yin Caiyu is still here. If I don't thoroughly humiliate her, how can I vent this anger?"

Catherine kissed Shen Mochen, then gently licked his earlobe, whispering seductively in his ear.

"You must be suffering too, right? Don't you want all of me? My body, my chastity, my everything... my dear..."

Shen Mochen was utterly bewitched by Catherine, the faint scent of her body entering his nostrils, wishing he could agree to anything she asked, even if it cost him his life afterwards.

But even with almost all reason lost, there was still a voice in his heart saying, "No... no..."

"No, no no, no, it's not right..."

In a daze, Shen Mochen instinctively vocalized his refusal.

Catherine, disappointed, moved away from Shen Mochen's body, biting her lip: "Even in such a situation, you can still refuse me; now I'm even more jealous of her!"

Shen Mochen regained a bit of sense, licked his lips, and his eyes reddened: "Can't you ask for something else?"

"Sure!" Catherine huffily lifted the hem of her shirt, saying coldly, "I could also use my foot to help you, but first you need to pleasure me!"

...

Approaching noon, Shen Mochen brushed his teeth lethargically. Last night was such a debauchery, and he felt a bit of backache. In fact, he could have healed, but Catherine wouldn't let him—perhaps it was a form of revenge.

"Brushing so carefully, feels disgusting to you, doesn't it?"

Catherine glided up behind Shen Mochen, her spirits as low as his, looking like she hadn't slept well either.

"Just brushed my teeth... ready to eat soon." Shen Mochen rinsed his mouth and grabbed a towel to wash his face.

Catherine coldly picked up the toothbrush Shen Mochen had just used, squeezed some toothpaste onto it, "Not comfortable at all, I feel like I got the short end of the stick, even my calf muscles are cramping."

"Guess how many times I washed my face last night?"

"Definitely not as many times as I rubbed your feet!"

"You almost broke my neck and I haven't even mentioned it!"

"Well, it's not broken yet. If it breaks, I'll die with you from grief!"

The two bantered back and forth while Shen Mochen cooked. Luckily, they had bought some groceries last night, and what Shen Mochen made was both colorful and delicious.

After the meal, Shen Mochen and Catherine sat opposite each other at the dining table.

"Want to go out?" Shen Mochen asked.

"Up to you, if you want to go, I can keep you company," Catherine said.

"..."

"..."

"Alright, I'm too tired, I want to go back to bed and rest." Shen Mochen relented.

"Then let's go back to bed and rest, I don't feel like going out on my own either," Catherine said.

Is this the time to play hard to get? Shen Mochen was speechless.

"How about I give you some healing?"

"Rather than a God free of pain and joy, I'd prefer to be a mortal."

Catherine got up and went back to the room, and after a moment of hesitation, Shen Mochen followed.

They both dozed off again in the afternoon, watched a movie in the evening, Shen Mochen cooked dinner, and then they continued sleeping at night.

"Mmm..." Shen Mochen stretched, basking in the sunlight coming in through the window.

Catherine lay in his arms like someone still in their dreams. Shen Mochen patted her bottom, "Wake up, aren't we supposed to go back to school today?"

Catherine slowly opened her eyes, and even after sleeping all day yesterday, she still felt a bit of soreness in her back.

"What time is it?" Catherine kissed the corner of Shen Mochen's mouth and lazily asked.

"Eight forty, everyone else is already in class," Shen Mochen said. "What time did you tell Professor Xun you'd arrive?"

"... Nine o'clock."

"... Is that nine in the evening?"

"What do you think?"

The two raced against time to wash up, and Shen Mochen took the chance to send a message to Professor Xun that they would be a little late.

"I never had a record of being late for school!" Catherine complained to the mirror as she swiftly smoothed her slightly messy hair with wet hands.

"Me neither, why didn't you set an alarm?"

"I thought we wouldn't be late, we went to sleep so early last night!"

"Whose fault is it that you had to step on me during the night!"

"What else could I do, you held me so tightly, with that thing always pressing down there, I couldn't sleep at all!"