Chapter 140: Who Seduces Whom?

The conditions set by Thunder God were surprisingly reasonable, something even Zhang Wen hadn’t anticipated.
Just moments ago, after a tense standoff, it was actually Thunder God who first proposed the terms—an indirect concession. If word got out that the usually domineering Omega Thunder God had compromised like this for Zhang Wen, it would definitely spark shocking rumors.
Omega Thunder God, known for his fiery temper and decisive ruthlessness, a man who struck down enemies like thunder in fury—when had he become so reasonable?
But Zhang Wen was unaware of all this. As he walked, he kept thinking about Thunder God’s earlier conditions.
“I’ll let you keep Lofley, on the condition that you qualify for the battle to claim dominance over the Southern Territory—that means passing the second stage. Only then will you have proven your strength and your worth to me…”
Omega’s piercing blue eyes, cold as shattered ice, had locked onto Zhang Wen’s face. “Now, you may go. Lofley will stay here temporarily, waiting for your performance. Her future is in your hands.”
In other words, if he failed to pass the second stage, Omega would reject his proposal and exile Lofley to an unknown planet.
Such a reasonable condition…
Zhang Wen gave a bitter smile and rubbed his nose. Looks like he’d have to work even harder.
…
The Star Moon slowly descended toward the massive island chain.
A dull and monotonous announcement echoed through the ship’s intercom—Antony, the blue-robed man, droning out the instructions: “All contestants, please prepare yourselves. In half an hour, the Star Moon will land on one of the many islands of the Infinite Arena. The second stage selection will begin then. Further details will be announced upon disembarkation…”
As Zhang Wen approached his room, he found it odd that Bateng Ping wasn’t waiting outside the door. He wondered where that baby-faced super-elite had gone. The room seemed empty.
Pushing the door open, he found it exactly as he expected—tidy and spotless, the large bed untouched, with no sign that he had once had a “battle” here with three beauties.
But the moment Zhang Wen stepped inside, someone suddenly lunged from behind the door, grabbing his shoulders: “You…”
Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Wen twisted his waist deftly, pulling her down with him onto the bed.
“Damn it!” Liria’s alluring eyes glared at him, burning with fury. She was wearing a brand new maid outfit—a short white dress with black stockings, her long, shapely legs particularly eye-catching. And with both of them falling onto the bed, her ample bosom unavoidably pressed against Zhang Wen’s chest, sending waves of thrilling heat between them.
Zhang Wen glanced at the exposed cleavage peeking from her collar and smirked faintly. “What’s the matter? Can’t wait another second? So eager?”
Liria let out an angry huff, then thrust her waist upward and straddled him, gripping his neck tightly as she gritted her teeth. “I’ve always kept my purity intact, but you… I’m going to kill you!”
Her breath came in short, heated gasps, warm and fragrant against his face. Looking up at her trembling, full breasts beneath the black dress, Zhang Wen sighed helplessly. “Threatening to kill me is boring. How about I repay you in kind instead?”
“Repay this!” Liria was already wavering. Rationally, she needed Zhang Wen to help her forge a new path. Emotionally, though, she had guarded her purity so carefully, only for him to take it from her like this—love and hate entangled, a contradiction! Right now, straddling him and gripping his neck was just her way of venting her frustration. If he had softened his tone, apologized a little, and let her vent her anger, maybe her fury would have gradually subsided.
But Zhang Wen’s indifferent attitude only fueled Liria’s rage further. After all, she was a woman, a woman who had always valued her purity so highly. If not for that, she wouldn’t have taken the risk of allying with Zhang Wen to escape her old life.
“You bastard, I’ll choke you to death!” Liria bit her lip and tightened her grip, but Zhang Wen smirked and swiftly pinched the soft flesh of her waist.
“Ahh… hehehe…” Liria’s eyes widened, her face instantly flushed bright red, and she couldn’t help but let out a trembling giggle. Her waist was extremely sensitive—just a light touch sent waves of ticklish pleasure through her. Who knew this bastard had discovered her weakness? Damn him—he must have figured it out this morning when they were in bed together…
The thought made her face burn even hotter, shame flooding her.
Taking advantage of Liria’s weakened state from laughter, Zhang Wen thrust his hips upward, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. Their lower bodies pressed tightly together, sending a jolt of electrifying sensation through both. He let out a sharp hiss through his teeth.
A flicker of desire burned in Zhang Wen’s eyes. He wasn’t blind to beauty, and after already being intimate with Liria that morning, how could he not react now that their bodies were entwined like this?
The faint, alluring scent of her womanhood, the warmth of her body, the smooth, silky skin, the intimate friction of their lower bodies—
Liria shivered in response, her most sensitive area pressed against him. Her body stiffened instantly, her neck arching back, her lips parting soundlessly, her eyes clouded with dazed longing. But she was a woman of strong will. She quickly regained her composure, pushing against Zhang Wen’s chest as she sneered coldly. “What are you doing, Commander Zhang? Are you planning to force yourself on your subordinate now?”
Seeing her lift her chin proudly, that defiant, icy demeanor, only stoked a flicker of fire in Zhang Wen’s chest. His hand gently caressed her cheek as he teased, “This morning was just an accident. But since you’re already mine, I don’t mind getting a little more intimate with you.”
“Arrogant!” Liria couldn’t even describe what she was feeling. A flush rose to her face as she twisted her waist fiercely. “Stop it! Let me go!”
“Not a chance!” Zhang Wen saw her as his prey and had no intention of letting her escape so easily. But he hadn’t expected her to be this fierce—struggling and writhing nonstop. It felt like riding a wild horse, his body bouncing with her movements, nearly thrown off by the strength of her waist.
What could have been a peaceful resolution had now turned into a battle of wills—man versus woman.
Zhang Wen couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Earlier, when Liria had leaned against the wall, subtly lifting her leg to reveal a glimpse of smooth thigh above her stocking, he had thought she was carefree and unrestrained. But he hadn’t expected her to be so stubborn and strong-willed. And now, he was the one suffering…
As Liria twisted her hips, both were overwhelmed with intense stimulation. Imagine the sensation of a man and woman’s most sensitive areas rubbing together—though not enough to ignite an explosion, it was still incredibly thrilling and intoxicating!
At first, Liria had resisted out of sheer anger, but as her fury faded, her body’s instinctive pleasure surged into her mind, uncontrollable.
“Mmm… ah…” Her mature, luscious body flushed hotly, especially her delicate chest, which turned a deep shade of red, making her even more alluring. Her ample bosom heaved with her rapid breathing, her waist too weak to move anymore, but her legs instinctively tightened around his hips, locking him in place.
Eyes locked, the warm, floral-musky scent of her breath tickled his neck and chest.
“Hey, who’s seducing who now?” Zhang Wen smirked down at her, his gaze lingering on the exposed curve of her chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Liria gritted her teeth, glaring at this bastard. The more she looked at him, the angrier she became. She had agreed to let him help her with everything first, and then she would allow him to do as he pleased with her—considering it repayment. But now he had taken everything and wore an innocent expression, clearly taking advantage of her. She was furious at his attitude—he had taken something she had guarded so carefully, something no other man in the army had ever truly taken from her.
Her anger hadn’t fully subsided when she saw Zhang Wen slowly lowering his head, as if he were about to kiss her. Inhaling his faint masculine scent, feeling his warm breath drawing closer, slowly but surely pressing down on her. Liria’s heart inexplicably fluttered with a strange panic—something she had never felt before.
Liria, known as the Flower of the Empire, had always been adept at navigating the dangerous waters of military politics. Even when facing high-ranking officers and powerful nobles, she had never felt this kind of inner turmoil.
Her gaze instinctively wavered, but she couldn’t escape Zhang Wen’s dominance. His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her clenched teeth. His hands pinned her arms as she struggled, both tender and forceful, his kiss deep and consuming, tongues entwining.
Liria felt her mind go blank, a thunderous silence in her thoughts.
This morning, she could blame it on him forcing her. But now… now it was still force, yet shamefully, her body showed no sign of resistance. Not only did it not resist, it seemed to sink willingly into the pleasure of his invasion.
Damn it, what was happening to her?!
Liria grew increasingly panicked, but wave after wave of electric pleasure surged into her heart. Her heart pounded wildly, her mind spinning as if floating in a dreamlike haze.
At some point, Zhang Wen had released her hands and now gently cupped her soft, firm breasts, caressing them with his fingers. His lips kissed and nibbled at her delicate earlobe, sucking and licking it like a precious treasure.
“Ah…” Liria gasped like a fish out of water, her lips parting in shallow, rapid breaths. She felt like she was suffocating. This pleasure, this intense stimulation—it was pulling her deeper and deeper into a trance…
No! I can’t lose to him!
Gritting her teeth, she bit down hard on Zhang Wen’s arm, using the sharp pain to regain a sliver of clarity. As Zhang Wen let out a sharp hiss, Liria twisted her waist and finally flipped him back onto his back. Her slender arms pinned his hands above his head, and she looked down at him triumphantly, as if declaring herself the victor.
Zhang Wen raised an amused brow. “So, what are you going to do with me?”
“What? Now you’re my meat on the chopping block, and I’m going to…” Liria hesitated, her heart filled with contradiction. She had fought so hard to pin him down, yet she didn’t feel like a winner—only more entangled in their mutual desire.
Man and woman, desire rising.
Their eyes met, filled with unspoken longing. Their breaths mingled, their bodies drawn together, inching closer and closer…
Their desires grew clearer in their eyes. Their noses brushed lightly, then instinctively pulled back slightly, startled. But soon, drawn by the warmth of each other’s bodies and the intoxicating scent of arousal, they moved closer again.
Liria bit her lip, her eyes brimming with moisture, her gaze hazy as she stared at Zhang Wen’s approaching face, at the smirk curling his lips—the devilish smile. Her heart ached with frustration.
“I’m getting my revenge, and I’m collecting my debt in kind!” she gasped, grabbing his face and biting his lips fiercely. It was less a kiss and more a wild, passionate assault.
At that moment, Liria was like a wild, lustful beast, even more unrestrained and passionate than Zhang Wen, as if she wanted to devour him whole.
“Mmm…” Zhang Wen helplessly raised his hands to embrace her back, stroking the smooth, shell-like beauty of her spine, then sliding down to her waist—soft yet strong, filled with elasticity—before pulling her tightly against his chest. Once again, he felt the incredible elasticity and heat of her perfect breasts.
Mumbling against her lips, he said, “This time, it’s definitely you who’s seducing me…” His hands were busy, one hand stroking the smooth skin of her neck, the other slipping lower to cup the full curve of her ass, his fingers teasing the sensitive crease between her cheeks, sending shivers through Liria’s body.
“You bastard…” He was taking advantage of her again, and she was furious—but she couldn’t resist the fire burning inside her. His hands, his breath, his voice—they were like opium, intoxicating her, making her lose herself in passion!
Pressing herself tightly against Zhang Wen, Liria poured all her passion into him—like the most beautiful, blazing red rose.
Clothes flew off one by one, and just as the two were about to engage in a passionate battle, a sudden sound of footsteps echoed from outside the door.
Liria froze mid-motion. She had just pulled off her skirt, her bare upper body straddling Zhang Wen like a goddess of the moon in full bloom.
The unexpected sound snapped her back to reality.
“Oh no, could it be Iniel and Garite have come back already? They went to Iniel’s room to bathe and change clothes earlier… I told them I didn’t like Zhang Wen and would keep my distance from him. If they saw me like this, it would be so embarrassing!”
Raliya’s face flickered with a strange expression. She gasped quickly, then swiftly rolled off Zhang Wen.

“What are you doing?” Zhang Wen looked at her, puzzled. He watched as she picked up her discarded clothes and, with her snow-white body exposed, turned toward the door just as footsteps approached from outside.

Raliya’s pale body instantly flushed with a rosy hue, like a fully cooked shrimp, curling her body and covering her bare chest with her clothes. She glanced left and right, suddenly noticing a large wardrobe beside the bed. Without hesitation, she jumped over, yanked open the door, and slipped inside.

“Raliya, you…” Zhang Wen twitched his lips, feeling at a loss.

“Shut up! If you dare tell Elniel and Juliet that I’m here, I’ll make you regret it later!” Raliya whispered fiercely, waving her pale arm at Zhang Wen before swiftly closing the wardrobe door.

This was just… too funny, right?!

Zhang Wen hadn’t expected such a result. The passion she had just stirred up was now left hanging, leaving him in a very uncomfortable state.

The footsteps paused outside the door, followed by a few gentle knocks. Loflay’s voice came through: “Zhang Wen, are you there?”

Zhang Wen had not locked the door after entering because he had been ambushed by Raliya earlier. He shook his head with a bitter smile: “Come in, the door’s unlocked.”

Loflay’s figure swiftly slipped inside. Facing Zhang Wen, she gently closed the door behind her, her hands behind her back. Her eyes, glowing especially bright in the dimly lit room, fixed on his shoulder.

“Earlier, I saw you got hurt. Are you okay?”

A soft, melodious voice with a feminine charm resonated gently. Zhang Wen looked at her in slight surprise; since he had known her, this was the first time he had heard her speak so tenderly. He glanced at his shoulder, where there was a small wound from Maryan’s whip, something he hadn’t even paid much attention to.

Loflay was still wearing her fiery red tight combat suit, with a slightly low neckline revealing her fair chest. Her snow-white arms held bandages and medicine for treating wounds. She carried a faint cool fragrance as she lightly walked to Zhang Wen’s side, glanced at him, her cheeks slightly warming. With her right hand, she gently pushed his uninjured left shoulder, saying, “Sit still. Let me take care of this wound. Maryan’s whip wounds are hard to heal, and if not treated properly, it could cause trouble.”

A hint of smile curved Zhang Wen’s lips wider. He leaned back on the bed with both hands, slightly lifting his head to look at Loflay, who appeared somewhat shy in front of him. “Is this your way of showing concern? Did you come here just to check on my wound?”

“Stop talking nonsense!” Loflay snapped coldly, biting her lip, but the crimson on her cheeks betrayed her inner feelings.

Her chest heaved rapidly. After taking a deep breath, she glanced at Zhang Wen with her bright eyes before returning her gaze to his shoulder. Zhang Wen had already half-undone his upper garment, all the buttons open, so it was easy now—just a light push to reveal the wound on his shoulder.

Loflay stood motionless for a moment, then pursed her lips as if making a decision. She knelt on the bed by the edge, straddling Zhang Wen’s legs with her left knee. This posture was somewhat intimate. Zhang Wen’s earlier passion hadn’t yet faded, and now, up close, he could inhale the faint fragrance from her red hair, feel the girl’s slightly irregular breath, and his heartbeat quickened slightly.

Loflay extended her right hand, using her little finger to gently move Zhang Wen’s clothing aside, revealing the long scar on his shoulder. Her hand trembled slightly as she said in a forced calm voice, “Bear with it.” She unscrewed the medicine in her left hand and gently applied it to Zhang Wen’s wound.

“Ah…” A cool yet stimulating sensation spread from the wound, making Zhang Wen suck in a breath involuntarily. Seeing Loflay’s focused expression, he couldn’t help but smile. Not long ago, they were deadly enemies. This sudden shift was too quick, wasn’t it?

In fact, Loflay herself was also very nervous and conflicted inside. Yes, she was known as the “Poisonous Rose,” cold and seductive, but that was only when dealing with enemies or strangers. Facing a man with whom she had already shared intimacy, and who had stood up to defy her teacher to save her life, she couldn’t help but feel the previous unpleasantness had long since vanished.

Unconsciously, a thread of affection had tied itself to Zhang Wen. It was the fate of the women of the Kentucky clan—to be devoted to the one man they chose. Although Loflay was unwilling to admit it.

“The teacher clearly intended to use Zhang Wen. Should I tell him? If I don’t, he might be in danger, but telling him would mean betraying the teacher, and the consequences would be… dire.”

Her fingers trembled slightly, unintentionally hurting Zhang Wen’s wound, making his body reflexively jerk.

“Ah!” Loflay leaned forward with his movement, her entire body almost pressed against his bare chest. Smelling his masculine scent, her face burned red as she hurriedly pushed herself up from his chest to sit upright again.

Trying to remain composed, she used her little finger to tuck a strand of red hair from her cheek behind her ear, then shot Zhang Wen a glare. Seeing him smirking at her, she turned her eyes back to the wound.

Loflay remained silent for a while. When had she, the so-called Poisonous Rose, ever served a man like this? She couldn’t help but feel she must have committed some grievous sin in a past life to be entangled with him. Sighing, she calmed herself and, enduring the heat rising to her face, leaned over Zhang Wen’s body and gently blew on the wound.

“This medicine is very effective. Just blowing on it will release the mint properties and relieve the pain,” she explained while kneeling half-upright on the bed, one hand resting on Zhang Wen’s chest, her beautiful buttocks raised, softly exhaling.

The intimacy of the posture couldn’t have been more intense. As Zhang Wen was enjoying the moment, a sudden “thud” came from the wardrobe beside the bed. A faint, teeth-gritting voice could be heard: “Shameless!”

Loflay’s body instantly tensed.

“What was that sound?”

“No sound. You must have imagined it!” Zhang Wen smiled bitterly, placing his hands on her slim shoulders and pulling her backward. Taken by surprise, Loflay fell heavily onto him on the bed.

In this position… Loflay’s most sensitive chest was pressed right against Zhang Wen’s face. Even without him doing anything inappropriate, the sensation of skin against skin and the warm breath from his nose made Loflay’s entire body tingle with heat and embarrassment.

“Zhang Wen, you…”

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Wen’s lips fiercely captured hers. As for the strange sound earlier, Loflay, her mind now blank, had completely forgotten about it. Even more brazenly, Zhang Wen’s hands slid from below to gently cup Loflay’s soft breasts. Compared to Raliya’s, Loflay’s fiery curves were clearly larger and more elastic. The excellent sensation made Zhang Wen reluctant to let go.

He kneaded, squeezed, grabbed firmly, then gently flicked the little nubs rising on her chest with his little finger.

“Umm… no… don’t… stop… your hands!” Loflay trembled all over, moaning in helpless protest, feeling as if she were suffocating. The intense pleasure surged through her body, making her feel as though she were soaring tens of thousands of feet into the sky, only to suddenly plummet down. The stimulation was so overwhelming that she couldn’t resist.

“Don’t stop, huh? Oh, I’ll continue,” Zhang Wen deliberately ignored Loflay’s last word. After all, she had already been with him before—how could he possibly hold back with his own woman? He continued his passionate advances.

It was strange, though. Chunshui not only enhanced his combat abilities but also seemed to have a special attraction to women.

Zhang Wen’s fingers slid down from Loflay’s now crimson and scorching earlobes, tracing the elegant curve of her snowy-white swan-like neck, her sexy collarbone, her snowy cleavage, down to her waist, so slim it seemed it could be encircled by his hands, and finally slipping into the tight, sexy crevice of her buttocks.

“Uhh…” Loflay’s body suddenly stiffened, instinctively biting down on Zhang Wen’s shoulder—the very wound—causing him to sharply inhale in pain.

Her body trembled wave after wave, and a charming rosy flush quickly spread across her exposed skin. She had reached her climax.