Chapter 69: The Ultimate Target and a Humiliating Escape

“If one day, we discover that ultimate target, what will you do?”

“Kill him.”

“Regardless of whose he is?”

“Yes.”

“That truly aligns with your consistent nature. Judging by the time and our progress, it won’t be long now. We will find him very soon.”

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‘Phew… Ugh, I cannot endure this any longer.’

For over two agonizing hours, Huang Beifeng had treated me like a living mannequin, forcing me into an endless parade of different women’s outfits.

As if that weren’t enough, she compelled me to strike a myriad of poses, each more mortifying than the last, capturing countless embarrassing photographs.

‘Ah!’

It was not that I hadn’t considered resisting. However, Huang Beifeng’s grandfather was a renowned martial arts master, and she had grown up under his tutelage.

Having absorbed some of his skills since childhood, she could effortlessly overpower me. Being pinned beneath her or against a wall was a predicament no amount of struggling could resolve.

Fortunately, just as my energy was completely drained, Huang Beifeng herself grew somewhat weary. This finally halted her relentless torment.

Yet, all the “flags” I had sworn by—those declarations that I would never don certain garments from the closet—were shattered within those two short hours.

‘Ugh, there were at least a dozen different outfits in that wardrobe. In a little over two hours, she had pulled out every single one, forcing me to try them on!’

‘Alas! As a boy, I truly am too useless. I could burst into tears!’

Seeing that Huang Beifeng was exhausted, perhaps having obtained all the photos she desired, she settled down to rest and organize her things. This, however, presented me with a golden opportunity.

As she sat amidst the scattered clothes, scrolling through her phone, comparing photos to decide which ones were best, I seized a pair of white stockings.

With a stealthy move, I darted behind her and deftly wrapped the white stockings around her eyes.

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The moment the white stockings bound her eyes, Huang Beifeng’s body visibly shuddered. Her limbs seemed to lose all strength, and she immediately collapsed face-down.

Capitalizing on this chance, I snatched her phone. As I gazed at the intensely embarrassing photographs, my own face flushed crimson without my conscious will.

‘No, no, no! She cannot keep these! They must be deleted, all of them! Not a single one shall remain!’

As I watched the photos vanish, one by one, a wave of satisfaction surged through me. ‘Without these pictures, let’s see how you’ll threaten me now, hmph!’

‘Once the evidence is gone, it will be as if none of this ever happened. With just your word, Huang Beifeng, and no proof, how could you possibly spread tales of me being your personal mannequin?’

‘Hmph!’ Just as I was about to put the phone down, something struck me. ‘Wait, wait! There’s a “recently deleted” folder where they can be recovered! No, I can’t leave that. I’ll delete them from there too.’

‘Heh heh, let’s see what you can do now.’

Having vented my frustrations, I hummed a little tune, utterly content. My gaze fell upon Huang Beifeng, still sprawled on the bed, her body writhing in what appeared to be immense pleasure.

‘Hmm,’ I mused, a shiver running down my spine. ‘Perhaps I should address her situation.’

Aside from the three pairs of white stockings she had just torn, the others had been tried on, more or less. Of course, I only referred to the white stockings and white over-the-knee socks; I wouldn’t dare touch anything else.

Approaching the drawer filled with hosiery, I pulled it open to reveal an array of stockings. Beyond the white ones and the white over-the-knee socks, which were the only types I would ever consider, the rest remained untouched. However, for Huang Beifeng, any of them would do.

The unfortunate reality was that the dress I was wearing had no pockets. This made holding several pairs of stockings while simultaneously trying to lift Huang Beifeng rather inconvenient. Her phone could wait.

Yet, as I attempted to help her up, Huang Beifeng took advantage of the moment, wrapping her arms around me. Now, even walking became a challenge.

“Luo… Ye,” Huang Beifeng murmured, her voice laced with a strange shyness, as she pressed against my body. The sound drifted into my ear.

‘Hiss! Wait a minute, that voice of yours—it sounds unexpectedly seductive, almost as if you’re trying to tempt someone. If you used that tone on any other man, you’d probably end up as his personal body pillow!’

‘You’re practically coercing someone into committing a crime!’

“Luo… Ye.”

‘Stop, stop, stop! Don’t call out anymore!’ Before I could even take my first step, Huang Beifeng suddenly wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her face flushed as she playfully blew into my ear.

‘Hiss!’

‘Stop… Eek!’

Suddenly, Huang Beifeng blew into the ear of the silver-haired loli she held, causing the girl to shriek in surprise, her hair instantly bristling.

‘Hiss!’

‘My ears are sensitive! Being blown on like that, it’s—it’s definitely going to cause trouble!’ I stammered, my face burning as I tried to defend myself. ‘That sound just now, it—it—it wasn’t me, hmph!’

Before the blush on my face could subside, Huang Beifeng, that fiend, began a new maneuver. Her hands, which had been wrapped around my shoulders, now moved to my neck.

“Luo… Ye, could you tie me up? I feel so uncomfortable right now. Quick, do it quickly.”

‘Hiss! Are masochists always this terrifying?’

I dared not imagine what she would be like if she truly started acting out. She might actually demand that I torment her. Anyone with a sadistic inclination would undoubtedly find such a Huang Beifeng incredibly intriguing.

‘But I have absolutely no interest in that! Forcing me to tie you up, isn’t that just psychological torture for me?’

Left with no other choice, I hastened my steps, guiding Huang Beifeng back to her room.

Roughly, I tossed Huang Beifeng onto the bed. Having expended considerable energy, I immediately leaned against the wall to take a brief rest.

However, a faint flicker of excitement gradually bloomed on Huang Beifeng’s face as she lay on the bed.

“So comfortable! Can… can you do it again?”

‘Impossible! Don’t even think about it. I’m half-dead with exhaustion; there’s no way I’m throwing you again.’ Instead, I grabbed the scattered stockings from the floor.

Amidst Huang Beifeng’s excited whimpers, I bound her tightly.

‘Phew.’ With a final, fleeting glance at Huang Beifeng, who was still writhing on the bed, I turned and closed her bedroom door.

The world, at last, was quiet. I had finally managed to escape Huang Beifeng. ‘Phew, now I can do what I want.’