“More than happy to,” Lu Feng said, completely missing Sisha’s odd behavior.

He sat in the chair as Sisha’s hand settled gently on his shoulder.

A strange warmth stirred in her chest—an urge to draw closer… Her face flushed crimson, breath coming slightly heavier.

“Sisha?”

Lu Feng winced at the pressure on his shoulder, confusion flickering in his eyes.

“N-nothing,” Sisha stammered, hastily steadying herself.

Just days ago, massaging him hadn’t felt this intense. Now, with skin contact, that inexplicable flutter in her heart grew stronger.

Her fingers drifted to the exposed skin of his neck.

Soft. Warm. Pleasant—but Lu Feng remained puzzled.

Sisha had been acting strangely lately.

*Could it be… after her breakup, she met me—a so-called “chat therapist”—and in her vulnerable state, I accidentally slipped into her heart?*

She’d make a decent meal ticket, sure. But this wasn’t lasting. Once she healed, she’d see him as just a passing counselor.

Not real love. Not real stability. Just taking advantage. Better not hope for more.

“If you keep squeezing like that, I might pinch back,” Lu Feng warned. Her grip had cut off circulation.

“S-sorry!” Sisha snatched her hand away.

“Sisha,” Lu Feng propped his chin on his fingers, leering playfully, “your figure would look stunning in a wax play session.”

“Wax… play?” Sisha hugged herself tightly.

*To subtly make her dislike me? Easy. Just casually drop typical “hentai” guy-talk.*

Start with an overly forward joke.

“Mm-hmm. And with curves like yours? A dog collar might suit you too,” he added, still grinning.

“Th-this…” Sisha’s face burned.

“Kidding! Just blurting thoughts—haha!” Lu Feng scratched his head, tone shifting back to normal.

*Do women really buy “just joking” plus a cute gesture? Nope. Plants the seed: I’m a flirtatious talker.*

But flirtatious ≠ actually doing it. She’d still return as a client—securing business without her getting attached.

*Don’t idolize me. I’m just a legend.*

“I-Is that so?” Sisha’s blush faded slightly, though wariness lingered.

“It’s late. Head home if you’re busy. Water your flowers well—and add fertilizer,” Lu Feng shrugged.

“Mm… see you next time,” Sisha murmured with a slight bow before slipping out.

She hurried down the street, face still warm, replaying his words.

*Wax play… dog collar… toys for dominants? Submitting… humiliated… Yet I’m a noble Blood Clan princess—a true dominant…*

*…Do I actually want it?*

*Always on top… suddenly becoming the lowest, trampled submissive… strangely thrilling…*

*What if I’d said yes?*

*“Shameless!”* She covered her face, quickening her steps.

*But… if it were him… maybe I could…*

…

…

Lu Feng watched her retreating figure and sighed deeply.

*There goes a good meal ticket.*

Time to close up.

Just then, figures approached from the street’s end—young, under twenty, strutting in trendy gear, faces sharp with youthful arrogance.

Arms adorned with flashy gadgets: supernatural ability aids, designed to impress.

Without greeting, they strode in, scanning the clinic. Some browsed glass cabinets; others crossed arms, inspecting like inspectors.

“Here for medicine or a checkup?” Lu Feng asked.

“You the clinic’s doctor?” the lead youth demanded.

Barely eighteen, boyish but forcing a slow, “seasoned” tone.

“That’s me,” Lu Feng replied, sizing them up.

“We’re Azure Feather Society Recon Unit. I’m Ah Biao. Several Hero Association members vanished after visiting here. If you’re uninvolved, we’ll investigate.” He stepped closer, locking eyes with piercing intensity.

*Complaints about those “health supplements”?* A flicker of worry.

*Azure Feather Society? Never heard of it. Officials wouldn’t send kids. Still… that stare’s unnerving.*

Then Lu Feng noticed their gear—bizarre, over-the-top belts and wrist guards—and *got it*.

*Chuunibyou teens.*

*“Recon Unit”? Probably broke, trying to scam cash.*

He offered a faint, unreadable smile.

Ah Biao froze.

*Wait—the Society’s seniors said: flash our name, lock eyes, channel ability… target cracks. Why’s it failing?!*

*My stare’s been drilled for weeks!*

*Kid, you’re green. Slap “chuunibyou” on any scary act—it’s all paper tigers.*

*You play confident recon squad? I’ll play unassuming hidden master.*

“Sit.” Lu Feng swept a hand toward the chairs, voice calm.

The youths blinked. No panic. No fake calm. Never happened before. None dared move.

“Speak,” Lu Feng settled into his chair, crossed his legs, eyes narrowed. “What you *really* want isn’t investigation.”

*Exposed?!* They exchanged nervous glances.

*Could Shen Zhan’s warning be true…? Is he really an untouchable hidden master?*