Chapter 135 Warns Him Not to Get Addicted

What surprised Caesar even more was that the fragrance seemed to have a magical power, gently enveloping his mind, which was on the verge of going berserk due to the excruciating pain.

His senses reached a strange balance. He endured the pain she transmitted, yet was soothed by the exotic fragrance.

Caesar felt a surge of physical excitement rising within him, which was then soothed by the girl's breath in the dim light.

“Little liar…” he murmured hoarsely, tightening his arms and lifting her up again.

The cockpit door opened with a click.

Caesar carried her and quickly walked into the medical bay of the Wanderer.

"Full vital signs scan," he calmly ordered.

[Vital signs are stable, no physical injury. Mental state is poor but slowly recovering.]

Conclusion: The patient is in a state of light coma, but there is no danger to their life.

Upon seeing this result, Caesar's anxious heart returned to its place.

The green light from the healing gun swept across her palm. He watched as the wound on her palm was slowly woven shut, his fingertips gently twirling the bracelet on his own finger.

He couldn't bear to take it off and give it back to her. Since she wasn't awake yet, he decided to lend it to her for a while.

He manually set the flight path. Target—the outer star system, his base.

He then activated the highest level of signal jamming, cutting off all contact with the outside world, including the zero-delay military communication that Situ Linchen might call at any time.

After doing all this, he locked the door to the medical pod.

Now, it's just the two of them here.

He returned to the bedside. The pain he both loved and hated was much lighter than before, but it still surged continuously within his body.

And the warm fragrance of a young girl that could soothe everything remained clear and alluring.

A struggle flashed in Caesar's deep blue eyes, but it was quickly replaced by longing.

He began conducting some private experiments.

He tried to distance himself from her. The pain persisted, but the comforting scent had faded.

His intense craving for the smell made him restless and uneasy.

He moved closer to her, pressing his chest tightly against her back.

The pain remained unchanged, but the sweet aroma became more alluring, like the finest wine infusing his body and mind, providing ultimate relief to his aching nerves.

He discovered a pattern. The closer you are, the stronger the comfort.

He looked down at the girl who had fallen into a deep sleep beneath him, and in the end, instinct overcame reason.

He moved so gently, as if afraid of being discovered by her.

Adjusting my posture, I searched for the contact point that would maximize the therapeutic effect.

Finally, he slowly buried his face in the crook of her neck, completely enveloping her in his arms.

"I'm...trying to share your pain..." he made an excuse for himself, "You've caused me so much pain, this is the only way I can make it up to you..."

His body was tense from the pain, his muscles bulging with veins. But he gradually relaxed, soothed by the alluring fragrance, and let out a satisfied sigh against her neck.

He felt a surge of heat coursing through his body, which he forcefully suppressed wave after wave.

In order to obtain more antidote, he held her even tighter...

In the agonizing mix of pain and pleasure, he warned himself not to become addicted.

But it seems... it didn't have much effect.

——

Ning Shuyin's eyelashes trembled a few times, and her consciousness slowly rose from the darkness.

She only felt the cold, hard material beneath her.

As her vision gradually cleared, she found herself in a small, dimly lit room with no windows.

Directly in front of them was a long alloy table, behind which sat four people.

In the very center stood Situ Linchen. He wore a black marshal's uniform, and his eyes held no trace of gentleness.

“Ning Shuyin,” he began, his voice like striking ice, “you conducted a jump without authorization, carrying high-risk items and blocking my communications. Do you know that you have violated Alliance military law? You have committed a serious crime?”

"I..." Ning Shuyin tried to stand up, but found herself sitting in a metal chair. Her hands were handcuffed to the back of the chair, and she couldn't move.

Then came a voice as cold as a venomous snake.

"I thought you just wanted to commit suicide, but I never expected you to absorb that high-dimensional particle." It was Loran who spoke. "Tell me, what secrets does your body hold?"

Ning Shuyin, who had been struggling, paused, decisively closed her eyes, and stopped moving and speaking.

She had just realized that this was an interrogation room. The temperature was so low that it gave her goosebumps.

Situ and Loran's attitude was so different from before that she couldn't help but wonder if they already knew something and were trying to trick her.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, or even just gave herself a clue with a glance, she would give herself away.

Seeing that she suddenly ignored him, Lorraine slowly walked towards her and reached out his large hand to grab her neck.

The textured surface of the tactical gloves caused her pain from the friction.

"Not going to talk?" His warm lips almost touched her earlobe, but his voice was like ice water pouring into her eardrums, "Your physical data doesn't lie. Once you're in the Alliance Prison, I'll study you thoroughly."

Ning Shuyin's pupils dilated: "What right do you have to do this? Let me go."

But here, she couldn't use any of her supernatural abilities.

All her physical strength, perception, and healing abilities were rendered ineffective. Her wrists were constricted with excruciating pain, yet she couldn't break free of the restraints.

She was still struggling, but because of her large movements, she lost her balance along with the metal chair.

With a loud crash, she tumbled to the ground.

The dull pain from the impact came, but she could only lie awkwardly on her side on the ground.

All that could be seen was the cold, reflective floor and a few motionless pairs of leather shoes in the distance.

She was pinned down by the chair and couldn't even change her position.

"Da da da".

A pair of gleaming black leather shoes approached slowly and stopped in front of her.

A man crouched down, reached out and lifted a strand of her hair, then sniffed it.

He then reached out and lifted her face by her chin.

It was Zhou Zhiheng.

His eyes no longer held arrogance, mockery, or nonchalance; only the scrutiny of an evaluation of the product remained.

"Ning Shuyin, you have taken over the assets of my exhibition hall without authorization. Now you need to repay it with your body."

He stretched out his long, slender fingers and playfully toyed with the tips of her hair.

"Let me think, what kind of games should I design for you?"

“Little one.” Caesar’s voice came from behind the long table.

He seemed to sigh as he said, "Although I don't like you, I've discovered you can be my beacon. Of course... it doesn't necessarily have to be the whole you. Taking a part of you is also acceptable."

“Loran, since we agreed on an equal distribution, you can only study the portion assigned to you,” Situ Linchen said coldly.

Ning Shuyin's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

The lights overhead were getting increasingly glaring, and she felt short of breath.

"System, system, save me. Get me out of here," she cried out in her mind.

But there was no response.

As she looked closer, three other pairs of leather shoes were also approaching her.

One pair of hands after another landed on her body—some pressed on her shoulders, some held her wrists, and some stroked her neck.

“It seems we need a more efficient allocation plan,” Situ Linchen’s voice came from above.

Loran pressed his fingertips lightly on her carotid artery: "If you want me to do it, then you have to give me the right to choose first."

Zhou Zhiheng's fingers were still twirling her hair: "I prefer the interactive parts, like..."

Caesar's blond hair fell to her cheek, and his fingertips pressed against her eyelashes: "Only a small part of the beacon is needed."

Extreme fear gripped Ning Shuyin.

Then, a series of continuous, slight shaking sensations came over me.

It was one of them who was shaking her body.

“…Ning Shuyin?” A slightly distant voice reached her ears.

There was another shaking, this time even more noticeable.

Ning Shuyin's breath hitched, and she abruptly opened her eyes. The stark white interrogation room had vanished, replaced by a soft, warm yellow light.

This is a hospital ward.

That was just a dream.

She was lying on a soft hospital bed, covered with a thin blanket.

Her wrists and ankles were free and unrestrained. It must have been Situ Linchen gently shaking her just now.

"Ning Shuyin, how are you feeling?" It was Situ Linchen's concerned voice.

He reached out, as if to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Ning Shuyin shrank back a few feet, looking around warily: "Where is this?"

This highly distant reaction startled Situ Linchen, and his hand awkwardly froze in mid-air.