Chapter 8: Jade Elixir Ignites Desire but Returns to Dreamland, Naked Poses Shock and Startle

“…Huh? What’d you say?!”

A single sentence tore through her gentle facade.

The soft, warm voice vanished, replaced by a near-manic roar.

Through the peephole, Su Buyu saw her face twist, chest heaving as if sucking in all the air around the door, each breath heavy.

“You reject me when I’m offering myself? And you insult me? I clean myself spotless after every job! You f*cking loser! Can’t get any, so you call it sour? What a sh*tty personality!”

After her outburst, loud bangs followed.

Bang, bang, bang—

The sound told him she was kicking his iron door with her heels.

The force even rattled the frame.

But despite her efforts, the door held firm.

Her foot, not so much.

Why?

Because Su Buyu heard her faint cry of pain.

“Hiss… this door’s tough… damn it.”

“Hiss like a rattlesnake trying to chew iron? Ask a Cybertronian if they like rattlesnake skins.”

His sharp quip was like pouring oil on fire.

Already fuming from her sore foot, his mockery pushed her over the edge—she dropped the act and got serious!

“Hmph! Looks like I need to use my ability!”

“Ability?”

Her words tensed Su Buyu’s nerves.

In this world, thanks to the Lustful Defiled Gods, not just followers but even regular people could gain special abilities from their “blessings.”

These abilities could be inherited or even spread through reproduction.

Though rare, it seemed likely she had one.

Worse, Su Buyu didn’t know her name or what her ability was.

That made him… a sitting duck.

Things were getting bad.

Su Buyu swallowed, steadying himself, ready.

He stepped back, staring at the door, when a pale, onion-like thing pierced through.

A sharp nail.

It scratched the door, making a chilling sound.

Then, slender fingers slid through, probing.

A hand pressed against the door, as if pushed by an unseen force.

Finally, on the dark iron surface, a blurry face emerged, its features sharpening, lips trembling as if chanting an ancient spell.

“Hehe~ I’m coming for you!”

Splat.

Liquid sprayed mercilessly.

Before her face fully emerged, milky fluid splashed her hand and cheek, startling her back outside with a scream.

“You! What’d you splash on me?!”

She tried wiping it with a tissue, but a hot current surged across her body.

First her fingers and face, then her arms, neck, chest, and finally… there.

“My body’s so hot… what did you do? Why’s it acting so weird?”

She shouted in disbelief.

Su Buyu answered calmly.

“Hot water, believe it?”

He glanced at the half-empty potion bottle, inwardly disappointed.

He’d thought her ability would be something stronger.

But…

Just wall-phasing?

Interrupted by a little splash?

And why not use it earlier? Why now?

Probably some restriction.

Otherwise, she’d have come in already.

All that caution for nothing.

What a waste of his precious liquid!

Hearing her increasingly heavy gasps outside, Su Buyu frowned, his leaving steps as cutting as his farewell.

“Enjoy yourself. I’m going to bed.”

“What? A woman burning with desire outside, and you’re going to sleep? Loser! Total f*cking loser! Don’t let me see you again, or you’re done!”

Her furious roars didn’t faze him.

He leisurely finished his cola, the can’s crisp clink in the trash echoing as he replied coolly.

“Wrong. I’m a master chef, cooking what I want, my choice, no one’s business. Unlike you, stuck at the sorting station, waiting for customers to pick through.”

With her muffled, sweet gasps in the background, Su Buyu grabbed earplugs, entered his room, and drifted into sweet dreams.

A noisy night.

The next morning, to ensure it was safe, he checked outside first.

The woman was gone, only a soaked floor proving she’d been there.

“…At least it’s safe.”

He quietly mopped the hallway, then headed to school early.

He hoped he wouldn’t run into her again.

***

Su Buyu came to school early for four reasons.

First, his promise to Shizuku Sakurai.

Second, to identify any Lustful Defiled Gods’ followers or affiliates at school.

Third, to find ways to defeat them.

Fourth, to familiarize himself with the environment to prevent surprises.

Too bad he arrived so early he ran into a f*cking surprise.

The morning sky was draped in gray clouds.

Su Buyu opened the classroom door, the dim light making it hard to see inside.

He felt along the wall for the light switch.

But a few steps in, a figure appeared in his peripheral vision, a sudden scream making him flip the switch, flooding the room with light.

“Wryyy!”

“Ah!”

Before the lights came on, Su Buyu instinctively swung a fist at the figure.

But seeing it was human, he stopped, his fist halting centimeters from their chin.

When he saw who it was, he turned away, baffled.

“Hold up, why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

In that moment, he saw a girl striking a perfect JOJO pose, chest out, back arched.

Naked.

What? Had he stumbled into a ritual?

Was this in the original plot? No way.

As he pondered, an angry voice cut in.

“Hey, Su Buyu, what’re you doing? Can’t you see the model’s posing? You scared her!”

He turned to see a boy with a camera, glasses, neat school uniform top, but stark naked below, angrily scolding his rudeness.

And the kicker? The guy aimed his “gun” at him.

Like Su Buyu was the one in the wrong.

“Knock before entering!”

The boy grumbled, shifting irritably.

Su Buyu fired back.

“First, point your ‘lil brother’ elsewhere.”

“Second, this is a public classroom. You’re squatting here and acting righteous? No way!”

He thought the guy would argue.

But instead, the boy burst into tears, apologizing.

“No, Su Buyu-sama! I just wanted to shoot some pics for extra cash!”

“Extra cash? Didn’t you make her do it?”

Su Buyu found it odd.

If he didn’t force her, was the girl doing this willingly?

As he wondered, the girl spoke confidently.

“Nope! I forced him to shoot. Look, tons of views!”

She pulled out her phone, showing Su Buyu the photos’ scale.

But his eyes didn’t linger on the images.

They fixed on the view count in the bottom right.

“…Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands… just casual private shots get this much traffic?”

He was puzzled.

The girl scoffed, explaining righteously.

“Tch, rude! I’d never shoot low-end photos!”

“These are dynamic, powerful poses, like in DioDio’s Bo*ki Adventure! It’s not just about the body—it’s the pose!”

(TN: looks like AU version of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Boki means d*ck)

“This is art! Got it?”

But a faint voice came from behind.

“…Su Buyu? Why’re you looking at that stuff?”

“Do you… like it?”

A familiar voice hit his ears.

He tried to turn, but darkness covered his eyes, something warm blocking his vision, a scent of irises filling his nose.

He grabbed at it instinctively, but the other tightened their grip, keeping him in the dark.

“No way, Shizuku Sakurai? What’s this about? Did I do something to piss you off?”

He asked jokingly, but her reply was soft.

“…Don’t look.”

“…What?”

“Nothing.”

Realizing she might’ve overstepped, Shizuku Sakurai loosened her hands, slipping a bag into his.

“Here’s medicine from the hospital. Good for your hand. Take it at noon.”

Her fingers brushed his bandaged palm, her amber eyes showing rare pain and regret, her cherry lips reddened from biting.

The vibe felt like old friends.

Su Buyu looked at the medicine, a cheerful smile tugging his lips.

“Thanks.”

But the odd scene shocked the two classmates, who shouted in disbelief.

“Huh? You’re Shizuku Sakurai?”

“The delinquent?”

They stared, unable to reconcile her with the delinquent they knew.