The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

Lin Aoxue is like a flower on a high mountain, snow on a cold mountain, a lonely and beautiful landscape that mortals can only look up to but can never touch.

Fortunately, Mengde was no ordinary man.

He even repeatedly did things like putting this ice queen in a "kidney trap".

“I don’t think just talking to Gao Qiang and the others is enough.”

"We must be prepared for some of those people to rebel."

"Therefore, force is indispensable!"

When Lin Aoxue said this, she exuded an icy aura.

This complements her aloof and cool demeanor.

You can sense a murderous intent lurking beneath the surface.

Mengde did not object to this.

He is prepared to use force.

Finally, the top-notch secretary Cheng Feier also offered her own perspective.

The living room was inexplicably tinged with an ambiguous, dim light because of her presence.

Cheng Feier leaned back in the leather swivel chair, her long, slender legs in black stockings crossed, the tips of her high heels lightly touching the ground. Every soft sound of her heels hitting the ground was like a seductive beat tapping on the heart.

She was wearing a standard business suit—a sharply tailored black blazer over a snow-white silk shirt, with the top two buttons undone just right, revealing a glimpse of her jade-like collarbone and a hint of her curves.

The skirt hugged her hips tightly, its length just right—not frivolous, yet making her long legs encased in black stockings even more striking with every subtle movement.

Her legs were incredibly beautiful, with smooth lines from thigh to calf like a meticulously sculpted work of art. The black stockings had a subtle matte sheen under the light, revealing the softness of her skin.

When her knees are together, the seams of her stockings tighten slightly, outlining an even more alluring curve.

When she lazily crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt would slide up a bit, revealing a section of snow-white skin at the top of her thighs that wasn't covered by stockings. The stark contrast between black and white made it hard to breathe.

Cheng Feier's fingertips were lightly tapping the table, her nails painted a subtle dark red, creating a dangerous contrast with her black stockings.

A faint smile played on her lips, but her eyes held the competence and aloofness typical of a secretary, as if silently declaring—these legs can crush your reason, and can easily turn away without a trace of regret.

The air was filled with the faint scent of her perfume, a cool citrus top note that turned into a lingering musk base note, much like her personality—professional and calm on the surface, but with a deadly allure hidden deep inside.

She is the most perfect contradiction in the office, a dark dream that men yearn to touch but can never truly possess.

By the way, among the men above.

It definitely does not include Mengde.

He had tasted the flavor of this top-notch secretary many times before.

But he can never get tired of playing with those legs!
Just as she was speaking, the leather swivel chair that Phil was leaning against swayed slightly.

Meng De's hand had already climbed up the taut black stockings from the tip of the high heel.

As her fingertips traced the seams of her stockings, her knees, which were pressed together, suddenly trembled slightly, and a suppressed gasp came from beneath her silk shirt.

He knew the sensitivity of every inch of those legs' muscles—when his palm enveloped the snow-white skin at the base of the thighs that wasn't covered by stockings, that exposed softness immediately blushed, creating a more intense visual impact against the black stockings.

Cheng Feier's fingers, painted with dark red nail polish, suddenly gripped the table. The fingertips that had been tapping rhythmically were now curling up as Meng De kneaded the back of her knees.

The skirt had already slipped down to her thighs, completely dismantling the professional appearance of the suit. All that remained was the subtle sound of stockings rubbing against her skin, mixed with the musky scent, fermenting in the ambiguous, dim light.

Her attempt to close her legs only made it easier for Mengde to hold her. Those smooth, artistic curves.

The sound of heels hitting the ground changed from a captivating rhythm to a chaotic one.

Especially when it comes to Mengde.

Like two little toys.

It feels amazing!
Even Mengde couldn't bear to let go.
"Honey, are my feet really that nice?" Fei'er asked shyly.

They said they refused, but their actions betrayed them.
The jade-like feet encased in black stockings showed no intention of retreating!

It kept going in his hands
There were even thoughts of heading towards him.
"Honey, you can't do this."

"Are Jiayi and the others still here?"

Fei'er's coy and hesitant demeanor completely captivated Mengde.

If it weren't for the important business I have to attend to right now.

He absolutely had to give this woman a good talking-to.
Let her know that arrogance comes at a price!

Finally, he gave those black-stockinged, jade-like legs a few hard, tender strokes.
Mengde then let go.
Once outside, Mengde headed straight for Villa No. 3.

As you push open the oak door of Villa No. 3, you are greeted by the rich aroma of whiskey mixed with cigars.

Mengde squinted and saw the cold wind knocking the ice ball into the old-fashioned glass, the amber wine shimmering like honey in the morning light.

Gao Qiang and his two companions had clearly integrated into the group—the newcomer with the anchor tattoo was lighting a cigar with a lighter, which amused Lei Qiang, a retired special forces soldier, who jokingly tried to snatch it.

"Boss, you've come at the perfect time!"

Leng Feng stood up, swirling his beer glass, his stubble still covered in beer foam from last night's revelry.

A dozen or so empty bottles lay scattered haphazardly on the solid wood coffee table, while a small mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray silently testified to the all-night conversation.

Meng De noticed that Gao Qiang's camouflage jacket was casually draped over the back of the sofa. This kid, who was as reserved as a new recruit yesterday, was now shirtless and playing a drinking game with someone.

Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the men's sharply defined faces.

Someone turned on the stereo, and a certain singer's deep voice, mixed with the sound of ice cubes clinking, continued to brew a new chapter in the story that hadn't ended last night.

Good guy!
The three who just joined, Gao Qiang and his companions, are already locked in a fierce battle with Leng Feng and his group!
But think about it!

Since they're all men, it's quite easy for them to end up fighting.

It's quite obvious, judging from the current lively atmosphere.

We got along really well last night!
However, considering the circumstances, Mengde had to interrupt them.

Let them wake up quickly.

Mengde has important business to attend to.

Leng Feng and the others dared not drink anymore.

The noisy living room instantly fell silent.

Leng Feng put down his wine glass, and the drunkenness on his face immediately subsided.

Nine men stood up in unison, like soldiers hearing an emergency assembly call.

Without any orders, everyone rushed to the bathroom in unison, followed by the sound of faucets gushing and spitting out water.

When the icy tap water hit his face, Gao Qiang couldn't help but shiver.

He looked up at the mirror, water droplets sliding down his angular face, the drunkenness in his eyes mostly gone.

By the time he came out, Leng Feng and the others had already woken up and assembled.

And at this moment, they were waiting for him.

"Brother Qiang, I need to talk to you about something."

(End of this chapter)