I'm a villain, not a devil

Chapter 707: Just a Game
At the not-so-busy evening noodle stall, the boss and his helpers are busy.

You can probably tell from the worker's expressionless face that the residents of Paradise City are unwilling to miss any minute of exploiting slaves, so they come out to do some small business after work.

However, the owner of the house couldn't sit still at this moment, because of the two guests who had just arrived, especially the male one...

At the beginning, the noodle stall owner was one of the first people to receive slaves, and naturally, he had met this awe-inspiring gentleman.

Although no one knew why Mr. Sean would come out to eat noodles at night and bring the city lord with him, the boss was busy and sweating, and only dared to let the slaves do some repetitive work, and he personally took care of all the important links.

Although the following is not a technical job, the boss feels that it is a respect that should be shown to Mr. Sean.

On the simple and rough wooden table, Sean, who had already eaten more than a dozen bowls of noodles, still had no intention of stopping.

With [Dragon Feast] on him, his appetite was extremely strong, and what he didn't expect was that this ordinary noodle stall gave him a surprise, the taste was quite good.

He huffed another bowl of noodles. While waiting for the next bowl, Sean picked up some dried earthworm meat and chewed it.

"Is it because I haven't tasted it for a long time that my memory is distorted, or is there indeed a change? Compared to ten years ago, the unique earthy smell of earthworm jerky is much less." Sean chewed it like a snack and commented seriously.

The noodle stall owner wiped the sweat off his head and carefully flattered him: "It's all because of you, sir. Paradise City is no longer the same as before. People in the city have a better life, and naturally the mutant earthworms have more money to earn."

Sean listened and smiled: "No matter how oily it is, it's still an earthworm. It can't really be called delicious."

The boss quickly smiled and said, "Of course, sir, you are definitely not used to eating these things."

"Hahaha, it's not like I'm not used to it. Ten years ago, this thing would have been snatched up - well, that's enough, one more bowl is enough, boss, check out."

The noodle stall owner quickly wiped his hands and walked out, saying sincerely: "How can I take your money? You come to eat noodles here to give me face, just enjoy your meal."

"Okay, then I won't pay you."

Sean finished his last bowl of noodles, wiped his mouth casually, waved to the boss and left.

Even as he turned the corner, the boss was still hunched over.

Illya, who had been following Sean, didn't say anything, but just looked at Sean with some curiosity.

Mr. Sean is really not clear at all...

Eating more than a dozen bowls of noodles for free was indeed a way of giving face to the boss. By tomorrow, everyone on this street would know about this matter. The noodle stall owner might not become famous, but he would immediately become one of the most prestigious figures in the area.

How much benefit he can get later naturally depends on whether his own brain is sufficient. People cannot keep wealth beyond their cognition. The wealth here is not limited to money, but also status, reputation and so on.

But no matter what, just by eating a few bowls of noodles, Sean can be considered to have changed a person's life.

But at this point, Illya became more and more confused.

When they met the two thugs pretending to be members of the Golden Ghost in the alley before, Mr. Sean taught them at length how to do bad things, which made people think that he was really going to recruit them into the Golden Ghost.

However, after saying this, he killed the other person casually, as if he were just crushing two ants on the roadside.

As for the girl who was almost raped, Sean just pretended not to see it and left her where she was.

He didn't give her any specific medicine for her heart disease, nor did he take her home to have a good sleep.

Illya couldn't help asking out of curiosity, but Sean just smiled and said nonsense: "Her beauty is not enough for me to sell my body."

Just now at the noodle stall, Sean became gentle again...

He seemed to be changing his face all the time, but no matter which angle you looked at it from, it was still Sean.

Illya couldn't help but wonder, was Mr. Sean teaching her secretly by bringing her out and doing these things?

But she wasn't very smart, and she really couldn't understand what the other party wanted to teach her...

By the time they finally walked back to the City Lord's Mansion, Illya had let it go and just thought that Mr. Sean had nothing to do and was just wandering around.

It wasn't until they were riding the elevator up that Illya discovered something.

When people are on this kind of platform, they always subconsciously look down, at the buildings that are getting smaller, at the people that are turning into ants, or they look into the distance, at the open scenery, at the distant horizon.

Everyone is like this.

But Illya discovered that only Mr. Sean was completely different.

He leaned lazily against the fence of the lift platform, stretched out one hand outside, with his palm clenched upwards, a look of intoxication appearing on his face from time to time.

It's like trying to catch the wind.

It's like... trying to grasp the whole world.

The lifting platform reached the top, and the mechanical device made a heavy puffing sound, which seemed to hit Illya's forehead.

Suddenly, she felt that Mr. Sean was like...

God?

She didn't know whether her idea was right or not, but when she stood next to Mr. Sean, she found that he was like a god playing with the whole world.

He can care or not care, everything depends on his own preferences and mood.

It always gives people a sense of power and mystery, as if "everything is held in the palm of your hand".

"Is this the relaxed and at ease state of the most powerful people..." Illya couldn't help but have such a thought.

However, just as the city lord was filled with awe, Sean turned around with his eyes narrowed.

His hands were still clenched, and he gestured to Illya's chest.

He showed a thoughtful look on his face, and finally shook his head: "Illya."

"Yes, Mr. Sean." Illya immediately stood up subconsciously and waited for instructions.

Then, she heard Mr. Sean, whom she was in awe of, say regretfully: "You may need to make up for it. I estimated that your size is about the same as the pressure caused by the normal rising speed of the lifting platform."

Illya was stunned, not understanding what it meant.

However, she saw the shape of the other person's empty grip, and followed his gaze to her own chest.

Suddenly, the city lord blushed.

What kind of game is this, Mr. Sean...you keep gesturing at my size?!
Sean sighed, "I was deceived by the illusion. When we first met, you were wearing special expedition clothes - but that clothes was fake?!"

Illya stiffened her neck, not knowing what to say. She just blushed and said, "Sir, I... I have always been this size."

Sean suddenly looked proud again.

"That's a far cry from my little baby, Illya. Do your best."

After that, he disappeared in a flash, leaving only the last words: "Qiong Ying has come out of seclusion, I'll go take a look."

The only person left was the confused and embarrassed city lord. She stood there blankly, not knowing why she had those thoughts before. Mr. Sean was really... free and easy...

……

The secret room of the academy, which had been closed for a month, slowly opened, and the blue-haired girl slowly walked out of it.

Water was lingering around her, and the overflowing energy brought by her recent promotion made her feel like she was in the waves.

Qiong Ying lowered her head and looked at herself. The strange feeling brought by her advancement to Crimson made her feel a little unfamiliar with herself.

But this way... at least I'm a little closer to Sean, even though he's still a lot stronger than me...

The corners of Qiong Ying's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Then, that familiar lazy voice sounded beside me: "I know why you have been in seclusion for so long. You must have been thinking about me during your seclusion."

Qiong Ying was stunned for a moment, then turned around in surprise, and saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night.

"Sean!"

The blue-haired girl rushed directly into her lover's arms.

Sean was hugged by her and fell backwards, and a bench not far away flew over automatically.

Skillfully lifting the girl's legs, Sean gently stroked her soft blue hair.

"Thanks for your hard work."

A huge sense of happiness spread in Qiong Ying's heart. She shook her head hard: "It's not hard, not hard at all."

Sean smiled and pecked her forehead gently: "I came back a few times during this period, and you were in seclusion in the secret room."

Hearing this, Qiong Ying quickly raised her head and asked, "How many times have you come back?"

Sean nodded as a matter of course: "You are in seclusion to advance, so of course I have to come and see you - but I know you will definitely be able to advance smoothly, so I didn't do anything else to interfere. I just wanted to wait for you for a while."

Sean, who had just returned to Paradise City, shamelessly added a few more times to the number of times he had come back.

Moreover, if it weren't for the matter of the Mother of Corruption and the Stonehearted people, it would take Sean no telling how long it would take to return to Paradise City.

However, Qiong Ying, who never doubted Sean, only felt a sense of happiness spreading from her heart. She knew that Sean had many important things to do, but he kept coming back to Paradise City because of her...

Qiong Ying, who had always remained sincere and innocent in front of Sean, was suddenly moved.

Sean grabbed one of her hands and held it gently. After feeling it for a while, he smiled and said, "Sure enough, there is no problem. However, you don't need to be so cautious when circulating energy. Although the Mad Beast is a Mad Beast, you have already merged with its blood. You need to get familiar with and embrace this new power. As for what will be contaminated, this is the only way you can go. Besides, I am here with you."

The nervousness she had just felt when she was promoted to Crimson disappeared instantly, and Qiong Ying nodded quickly with emotion.

After teaching Qiong Ying some crimson-level energy usage techniques, Sean's big hands began to move unnaturally under the pretext of continuing the inspection.

Qiong Ying's face turned red, but she did not do anything to stop it.

Everything that should be done has been done, and, perhaps due to Sean's influence, Qiong Ying found that she had begun to sink slightly into this situation.

Suddenly, she saw Sean's face change with shining eyes, as if he noticed something wrong.

The girl couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Sean's face was full of solemnity, with a hint of disbelief in his expression: "How could this happen... I thought your promotion was foolproof, but after a detailed inspection, this kind of change actually occurred?"

Qiong Ying was not panicked, but asked a little nervously: "What's the problem?"

She had just come into contact with Crimson and there was still a lot she didn't understand. Was there something wrong with her body and her new power?
Then, she saw Sean covering it with his big hand in a serious manner: "It's getting bigger... Advancing to Crimson actually has this effect? ​​Amazing!"

A blush immediately spread across her cheeks. How could Qiong Ying not know what Sean was thinking?

Her decreasing sense of shame once again revealed her useless identity. Qiong Ying, who used to blush even when her hands were touched, changed her body and knelt on Sean's thighs.

She put her arms around Sean's neck and blew gently.

The blue-haired girl's eyes were seductive, but there was just the right amount of trembling in her voice.

"I, I've never encountered such a problem before... Then, can my problem be solved, Mr. Sean?"

Xiao En immediately showed a thoughtful look, and then said sadly: "This problem may not be easy to solve, Miss Qiong Ying. Besides, you and I are not familiar with each other, this..."

Qiong Ying immediately showed a look of embarrassment at the right time, and the hesitation on her face kept flashing, and finally turned into determination.

"As long as you can help me, Mr. Sean..."

"What?" One of the man's great interests is to keep asking questions when doing something unspeakable, as if hearing some vulgar words from the other person's mouth can make the whole atmosphere completely heated up.

They are already an old married couple, so how could Qiong Ying not understand Sean's thoughts?

However, the kind-hearted girl would find it difficult to adapt even if it happened a hundred times. Even though she had pretended to be like this, her body was still trembling with nervousness and shame, and her skin was dyed a delicate pink.

She bit her lip lightly and whispered, "As long as you are willing to help me, I am willing to do anything..."

Xiao En was not very satisfied, and just narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ms. Qiong Ying, I really find it hard to believe your attitude..."

enemy……

Qiong Ying grabbed the other person's hands and pressed them against her heart.

"Mr. Sean, please help me check what the problem is... and..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and the gentle breeze blew on Sean's nose, tickling it.

The girl came closer and whispered something in Sean's ear.

Sean's eyes suddenly widened.

My goodness, the previous Qiong Ying would never use such bold words... If I were to write a novel, I wouldn’t be able to publish it, right?

How could Sean, who was so furious after being provoked by a few words, hold back any longer? With Qiong Ying's cry, the door of the secret room that had just been opened was closed again.

……

"Have you been holding it in for a long time..." Exhausted Qiong Ying leaned softly on Sean, her tone coquettish.

Sean shook his head: "It's not that I can't hold it back, it's that I see you can't hold it back, so the main responsibility is you."

There wasn't even a bed in the secret room, and the two of them were just talking nakedly about love.

They seemed to be too intoxicated that they didn't notice someone approaching from outside.

(End of this chapter)