Lin Luo set Xueyin down. Freeing herself from his hands, she hurriedly stepped back two paces. Her hand unconsciously touched her own buttocks, as if trying to wipe away the memory of being touched by a boy.
If only she’d known, she shouldn’t have worn such armor. But as the Sword Lady of the Silver Moon Realm, who could have foreseen today’s misfortune?
Facing Yukin, Lin Luo couldn’t help but marvel inwardly: “Senior Sister Yukin is so tall, and her figure is absolutely flawless.”
Back at school, he’d never gotten such a close look at her.
Her long hair was naturally combed back, with a few strands floating on her fair, straight shoulders. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, like an Eastern goddess. Only her lips, slightly full and moist, gave a seductive impression. Senior Sister was actually breathing through her mouth, her cherry lips exhaling a faint white vapor as she gasped.
Senior Sister Yukin had a long, luminous white neck. Her armor, a blend of black leather and metal, supported a pair of ample bosoms that left Lin Luo dizzy just looking at them. The depth of her cleavage was almost suffocating.
Even the best artists on major art sites probably couldn’t capture Senior Sister’s alluring figure. Yet here it was, in real life, right before Lin Luo’s eyes.
Looking further down, her waist tapered sharply—so narrow Lin Luo could encircle it with one hand. But below that, it flared out into wide, perfectly round hips, brimming with feminine charm.
Yet a pair of snow-white legs quickly shifted the rhythm, straight and slender. Her slender calves were clad in black high-heeled leather boots. Even through the boots, her feet seemed like the perfect finishing touch to her masterpiece form.
Senior Sister stood there, casually tossing her long hair. It fluttered and fell in the rustling wind, seemingly stirring the hearts of onlookers.
“Senior Sister… she’s so beautiful! It feels like she’s even more stunning in this other world. This revealing armor suits her too well—even exposed, it’s done with such taste, such style, such presence!”
And thinking that his hands still held the sensation of her snow-white, warm, and supple skin, Lin Luo couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy.
“Calm down, calm down. Your identity now is the God Emperor. Stare righteously at Senior Sister’s chest to show politeness.”
Honestly, adventures in this other world are really quite nice!
Once on the ground, Xueyin realized Lin Luo was shorter than her. This made her even more ashamed—she’d been forcibly carried, touched, and groped by a boy shorter than herself!
Still, it wasn’t entirely his fault. He wasn’t tall, but Yukin was exceptionally tall—176 centimeters barefoot. No wonder she looked down on most men. Her lofty status had subconsciously shaped her into a strong-willed, mature woman.
Yet just moments ago, this mature woman’s dignity had taken a serious hit.
Her perky buttocks still tingled with the sensation of being firmly gripped by that boy. It was… recalling it felt utterly humiliating! She’d never felt so humiliated before!
Xueyin really wanted to kick that cloaked, eye-patch-wearing show-off and stomp him into the ground to reclaim her lost dignity.
Xueyin turned her face aside, still radiating arrogance, and said reservedly, “Thank you.”
Despite the slight disdain on her face, she couldn’t hide the blush.
Touched, carried—even though he’d saved her, she couldn’t suppress the sense of loss and frustration in her heart.
“I apologize for my rudeness just now, miss,” Lin Luo said in a deep, wise-sounding voice simulated by his secret technique. Though it felt more like the voice of the God Emperor.
“Huh?” Xueyin turned to look at the cloaked youth. That apology made her proud yet ashamed heart, conflicted as it was, feel a trace of comfort.
“Perhaps this guy isn’t just another pervert. After all, he saved me,” Xueyin thought.
“I am Yukin of the independent Nightingale Knights. I sincerely thank you again for saving me,” Xueyin said, regaining some of her ladylike composure.
“It’s nothing.”
“And you? May I ask your name, sir? After all, you are my… benefactor.” Admitting this aloud—acknowledging a man as her benefactor—made her deeply embarrassed. It meant she had no room for arrogance before him.
“Well…”
Crap. Lin Luo had prepared thoroughly to hide his identity, but he hadn’t thought of a name. He’d have to make one up on the spot.
Lin Luo activated his secret technique, making his voice echo through the mountains and forests.
“You are not yet worthy to know my name. I am merely passing through this place. At the edge of the Star Island Sea, they call me—Lord Luo.”
“Lord Luo?” For some reason, that name carried an overwhelming pressure. It forced Xueyin to clench her thighs just to stay standing.
“This man called Lord Luo has such a powerful aura—amazing!” Even Xueyin, a woman, felt an unspeakable reaction facing such a dominant male.
“Alright, I must take my leave. Take care of yourself,” Lin Luo said, turning his back and flourishing his cloak dramatically. He thought it was about time to check on his classmates at the camp.
“Take care…” Xueyin felt a warmth in her heart. She wasn’t lacking in care, but concern from such a powerful, free-spirited being felt truly different.
“Um,” Xueyin called out as Lin Luo turned to leave.
“What is it?”
“Could I have the corpse of that Leviathan?” Xueyin asked eagerly. Such a powerful being probably didn’t care about one Leviathan, right?
“No,” Lin Luo replied firmly.
“Huh? Why? Do you know how many of my knights sacrificed themselves to hunt this Leviathan?” Xueyin grew frantic.
“You can’t catch a lecher without some sacrifice. This is your problem, not mine,” Lin Luo’s deep voice echoed through the forest. With a flourish of his cloak, he shot into the sky and flew away.
“Sacrifice what?!” Xueyin froze, her face flushing crimson. Her hands unconsciously crossed over her ample chest. “H-how can this man say such vulgar things with such a straight face?!”
