The moment Solon pulled Guinaifen into his arms, he could feel her trembling—not from fear this time, but from the tension between them.
Her slender body pressed against his, the warmth of her skin seeping through their clothes.
"Relax," Solon murmured against her ear, his breath hot. "You know exactly what comes next, don't you? After all those dreams..."
Guinaifen's breath hitched as his hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her hips possessively.
The memories flooded back—the phantom sensations of his touch, the way he'd claimed her in those vivid dreams. Her body remembered even if her mind resisted.
Solon smirked as he felt her shiver. With deliberate slowness, he undid the ties of her dress, letting the fabric pool at her feet.
The afternoon light streaming through the windows painted golden patterns across her bare skin, highlighting every curve he'd fantasized about.
"Beautiful," he breathed, his gaze raking over her exposed form. Guinaifen instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, but Solon caught her wrists. "None of that. You're mine now—every inch of you."
He backed her toward the bed, his mouth crashing down on hers in a searing kiss.
Guinaifen gasped as his tongue invaded, the taste of Dusky Blaze tea still lingering on his lips. When he bit her lower lip, she moaned despite herself—just like in the dreams.
Solon chuckled darkly. "Your body remembers, doesn't it?" His hands roamed lower, fingers dipping between her thighs. "Already so wet for me... and we've barely started."
Guinaifen turned her face away, cheeks burning, but her traitorous hips arched into his touch.
Solon took his time exploring her, relearning every sensitive spot he'd discovered in their simulation encounters—the spot behind her ear that made her gasp, the curve of her neck that drew out breathy whimpers, the swell of her breasts that fit perfectly in his palms.
When his mouth closed around one peaked nipple, Guinaifen's fingers tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
Solon alternated between laving attention and sharp bites, reveling in her conflicting responses. His free hand continued its downward path, parting her folds to circle her clit with maddening lightness.
"Solon—!" His name tore from her throat as he suddenly thrust two fingers inside, curling them just so. Her inner walls clenched around him, already close to the edge from his relentless teasing.
"Not yet," he growled, withdrawing his fingers despite her wordless protest. Before she could recover, Solon flipped her onto her stomach, hiking her hips up.
The lewd position made Guinaifen bury her face in the sheets, but Solon merely spread her cheeks wider, admiring the view. "Perfect."
The first lick up her slit had her jolting forward, but his iron grip kept her in place.
Solon feasted on her like a man starved, his tongue delving deep before focusing on her swollen clit.
Guinaifen's thighs trembled as he brought her to the brink again and again, only to back off each time she neared climax.
"Please..." The broken whisper escaped before she could stop it.
Solon finally took mercy, rising to shed his own clothes. Guinaifen turned her head just enough to see his erection spring free—thick and already glistening at the tip.
The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through her; her dream memories hadn't exaggerated his size.
He aligned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds. "Look at me when I take you," he commanded.
Guinaifen turned fully, meeting his burning gaze just as he sheathed himself inside in one brutal thrust. Her cry of pleasure-pain echoed through the room as he stretched her impossibly wide. Solon groaned at the tight heat enveloping him, pausing to let her adjust.
"Tighter than I remember," he gritted out. "Guess I'll have to re-train this."
Then he began moving—slow at first, then with increasing intensity.
Each thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside, wracking Guinaifen with unbearable pleasure. Her nails scored his back as she clung to him, her earlier resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensation.
Solon watched her unravel with dark satisfaction. "That's it, take me just like how you did." He shifted angles, driving into her harder. "You were made for this, for me."
When his thumb found her clit again, the coiled tension in Guinaifen's belly snapped. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her inner walls fluttering around Solon's length as she screamed his name.
The rhythmic clenching pushed him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, Solon spilled inside her, his release painting her walls white.
He collapsed atop her, both of them panting and slick with sweat.
As they lay entangled in the afterglow, Solon traced idle patterns on Guinaifen's bare shoulder.
Guinaifen didn't respond, but the way her body instinctively curled into his told him all he needed to know. The first conquest was always the hardest—after this, she would come to him willingly.
And he had so many more plans for his new plaything...
Solon sat sprawled on the sofa like a conquering general, while Guinaifen knelt before him.
The scene was exactly like in the dream.
And after being "trained" in that dream, Guinaifen—though still technically a virgin—had skills that rivaled those of a seasoned veteran.
Some experienced players disliked beginners precisely because newbies lacked coordination and had no idea how to please their partner.
Taking someone's "first blood" was more about psychological satisfaction than physical pleasure.
But Guinaifen was different now.
She wasn't just theoretically knowledgeable—she had genuine, hands-on experience, and she knew exactly how to use her strengths to please Solon.
And yet, she was still "unopened."
This gave Solon both physical and psychological enjoyment.
It also made him realize another potential use for the simulator.
Just like how you'd practice driving in a simulation before hitting the road, the script's heroines could also be "trained" in the simulator before the real deal.
This discovery delighted him!
Truly, once a person gains the power to break the rules, their desires erupt like a volcano.
Turns out, he's just as ordinary as anyone else~
Now he finally understood King Zhou of Shang.
There's an interesting question floating around the internet:
If you gained Superman's powers, would you use them to uphold justice?
The most popular answer goes like this:
Day 1: I'm Superman, protector of Earth.
Day 2: I'm Homelander, protector of my Earth.
Day 3: I don't eat beef.
Solon would probably choose to be a Homelander—someone with principles, but not too many. And honestly, that's what most people would pick.
As for "not eating beef"? That was too extreme. At the very least, Solon still loved a good steak.
While lost in these thoughts, Solon suddenly felt an overwhelming urge.
Some time later, Guinaifen stood up, rubbing her sore cheeks.
Seeing how hard she'd worked, Solon kindly asked,
"Had dinner yet? You should eat before you go."
At the mention of food, Guinaifen's face paled, and she instinctively covered her mouth.
It took her a while to suppress the urge to gag before she hurriedly made an excuse.
"No, my family's waiting for me to eat at home."
Solon shrugged.
"Alright, I won't keep you then."
He then tapped away at his Jade Abacus.
A moment later, Guinaifen's device chimed with a notification—a hefty sum of credits had been transferred to her account, numbering in the millions.
Guinaifen's emotions were complicated.
Back when she was a streamer, earning a few thousand credits a month had thrilled her—she'd even planned to buy snacks for her younger siblings.
But now, hearing a sum a hundred times larger hit her account, she felt nothing.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of your brother and sister. I'll get them jobs that pay well, require little work, and are close to home."
At the mention of her biggest concern, Guinaifen finally smiled.
"Thank you."
"No need for thanks. You're my woman now."
Without hesitation, Solon pulled Guinaifen into his arms.
This time, she didn't resist at all—instead, she instinctively clung to his waist.
At this moment, Solon could barely contain himself…
Some indeterminable time later, Solon leaned back against the bed, Guinaifen curled up beside him like a kitten, their clothes scattered across the floor.
Now that his "fire" had been thoroughly extinguished, Solon—in his post-climax clarity—opened the simulator's interface and prepared for a new session.
As usual, he started by rolling for a new character.
After a dazzling gacha animation…
Crimson gauze and scarlet mist intertwined, creating an intoxicating haze.
Solon felt like he could almost smell the heavy incense through the screen.
He stroked his chin.
This time, he'd rolled Lingsha.
Solon weighed the pros and cons.
Though Lingsha had a fiery temper, her life experiences had made her worldly and rational, with excellent emotional control.
So offending her was far less dangerous than provoking crazy women like Jingliu or the domineering Feixiao.
But on the other hand, her background made her a high-risk individual—crossing her would be unwise.
Originally a Danist of the Luofu, Lingsha had fled to Zhuming with her master after he was exiled for political reasons. There, she studied and grew within the Zhuming Alchemy Commission.
The Luofu Alchemy Commission excelled in pill refinement, while Zhuming specialized in acupuncture, incense therapy, and moxibustion.
Lingsha had mastered both schools.
As the saying goes: Never offend a doctor. They know how to heal—and how to poison.
A genius like Lingsha, who'd mastered two disciplines? She was the most dangerous of them all.
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