*Ding-dong~*
*ZZZZZZZZZZ…*
*Ding-dong~*
*zzzzz…?*
*Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!!*
Lu Huai dragged himself out of bed.
Rubbing his bleary eyes, he had no clue what time it was.
Outside was pitch black… must be deep night.
But… who’d ring the doorbell at this hour?
Instinctively, he fumbled for his phone.
The screen glowed: 1:30 AM.
*“At this time… who’d ring like this? Mom and Dad back? Or… Yan Ningning…?”*
Puzzled, Lu Huai listened as the doorbell kept blaring impatiently.
Su Xiangrong, supposedly asleep in the guest room, hadn’t stirred a bit.
Still groggy, he grabbed his phone and pushed open his bedroom door.
The living room was dark. Su Xiangrong’s door stayed shut—
as if only he could hear that frantic ringing.
He flicked on the light, stumbled drowsily to the door,
and unlocked the security door with muddled thoughts…
Then he saw the figure in black at the threshold.
*Black-clad? No—a man in a sharp black suit and sunglasses.*
Lu Huai’s brow furrowed. *Who is this? Why knock now?*
*A criminal? Do robbers wear suits?*
“You…”
Before he could finish, the suited man raised his arm—
pointing something straight at Lu Huai’s eyes.
A black… hole…
*This is…*
*A GUN?!!*
His mind went blank—like his entire mental balance had vanished in a flash.
He never imagined a gun, something only from TV,
would appear right here… aimed at *him*.
Thought and speech froze.
His racing heart screamed *Stay calm! Stay calm!*—useless.
“You’re Lu Huai, right?” the man said.
Lu Huai swallowed hard. Even that felt difficult.
His limbs turned weak; heat flushed his skin.
“I…”
He tried to speak—
“That’s him. Take him.”
Another suited man yanked a sack over his head.
Arms seized his wrists. His body went limp, utterly unresponsive.
When the sack came off—
dim light seeped in.
Soft cushion beneath him… like genuine leather.
Just as he tried to look up, a hand grabbed his hair,
slammed his head down. No resistance possible.
He couldn’t lift his gaze.
Only what lay directly ahead:
a car interior… spacious backseat…
Straining upward—*legs?*
Slender, long. Clearly a girl’s.
Half-visible: pink basketball sneakers.
Calves wrapped in black over-the-knee socks.
*In this weather… isn’t she hot? Athlete’s foot?*
*Wait—WHAT AM I THINKING?! I’M KIDNAPPED! GUNS ARE INVOLVED!*
“Fei Hua… hehehe…”
A voice. Familiar. Definitely a girl’s.
Those two words triggered a memory—
*The cutest female knight in the entire server!*
The player who pestered him for tips, sent voice notes,
got blocked… then put a bounty on him across the game world!
*She had men kidnap me at gunpoint?!*
*Does she want to kill me over a block?! Is she THIS mad?!*
“How dare you block this young lady…”
“No… wait… you’re…”
He tried lifting his head—but the grip held firm.
No strength to resist. Cold sweat trickled down.
“That’s right. I’m the cutest female knight you blocked. Forgotten already? Hehe…”
Her voice sounded sweet, but that laugh sent ice through his veins.
*Full of killing intent.*
Lu Huai didn’t know what “killing intent” truly was—
but instinct screamed: *You’re in danger.*
“Wait… it’s a misunderstanding…”
“Misunderstanding? Hmm?”
He felt her lean closer—strands of hair brushing his neck, tickling.
Pressure on his head never eased.
All he saw: those elegant legs… *Wait, is this even bad?*
*Beautiful girl’s legs…*
*Can I fight back? Run?*
*No—her men have GUNS.*
A finger poked his cheek—teasing, casual.
An unknown, alluring fragrance drifted near.
*Wait… I’m trembling.*
“Ara… worse than I thought. Never been touched by a girl? Or… you, a shut-in gamer who’s never held a hand?”
Lu Huai stayed silent. *It’s… kinda true.*
Begging felt too humiliating. Even a socially anxious guy has pride.
Her silence only encouraged her.
Her hand slid from his cheek down to his neck.
Goosebumps erupted. He nearly curled into a ball—
but the unyielding force pinned him.
Only humiliation remained.
“Hehe… interesting. Never touched a girl? Pathetic. A useless shut-in who dares block *me*? Do you grasp your situation? I’m so furious… I could blow your brains out.”
*Killing someone over a blocked friend request?! Is this still my world?!*
Pressure crushed him. Life threatened. Absurd.
*Stay calm. Think.*
*Parents… friends… I don’t want to leave this world.*
*Not for something this ridiculous.*
“W-wait!”
Her hand drifted near his collarbone—chilling, electric.
He forced the word out.
She paused. “Hmm…?”
“What’s wrong? Not enjoying it, trash? A waste who’s never touched a girl… thrilled by *my* touch? Wait—do you think I’d *pleasure* garbage like you?”
*Stop… stop insulting me!*
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Kneeling, head bowed to her feet,
he fought to form words. “Wait… even if… even if I’m trash…
“But… you have no reason… to kill me… right?”
He panted, sweat dripping, straining.
She didn’t care. Didn’t even listen.
*Pat…*
“So hot.”
Her legs shifted—crossed neatly.
Pleated skirt hem.
One glance upward might glimpse secrets along the sock line…
Lu Huai jerked his gaze down.
But her foot slid forward.
Pink sneakers hovered before his eyes.
“Take them off.”
“Huh…?”
He didn’t understand.
She scoffed. “Know your place. *Take off my shoes.*”
The hand behind his head tightened—
a cold barrel pressed his skull.
Threat registered before his will could.
Trembling, he grasped the sneakers. Pulled. Failed.
“Do you think I’m joking?”
*Click…*
—the pistol’s safety disengaging.
The gun slid to his temple. Icy metal. Icier voice.
He yanked the shoes off.
Feet wrapped in black socks…
No sweat smell. Only plump toes, an oddly tempting arch.
*It’s fine. Just shoes. A man endures. Anyone would. Survive. For Mom and Dad. Then call police.*
*Just survive…*
“Take off the socks.”
“?”
He hesitated one second—the barrel dropped to his cheek.
“O-okay…”
Sweat dripped onto his knees.
He reached for the sock—
“Did I say you could use your hands?”
“N-no… then what…?”
*What else? Telekinesis?*
“Heh…” The girl let out a disdainful, icy laugh.
“Seems you still haven’t figured out my temperament. How could I possibly allow your filthy hands to touch my body? Use your mouth to take off my socks.”
“M-M-M-M-Mouth…?!?!?!”
