The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

This was Wuge's first time experiencing this peculiar treatment method.

Unconsciously repeating Mu Jing's words, he tried to immerse himself in the role.

"So you not only resist treatment psychologically, but your body will also instinctively resist it, but you absolutely cannot use supernatural powers."

Mu Jing's voice remained deep and gentle, carrying a strong guiding quality.

"It resists treatment, instinctively resists... I can't use supernatural powers..."

Wu Ge closed her eyes, silently reciting the mantra in her mind, trying her best to get into character.

Meanwhile, the [bullet screen] was flooded with comments:

"Playing the role of play? Prison Mirror really knows how to play!"

"The production team has created so many 'XX Notes' out of thin air again? The original creators have never even heard of this concept!"

"Holy crap, isn't this a shonen anime with supernatural powers? How come there's even Omega sex???"

"You're telling me, isn't destroying Omega a superpower?"

"Seriously, is this really going to be suitable for all ages?"

"Wouldn't that be even better???"

"Guys, I suggest caching it first! Just in case it's suddenly taken down!"

"Damn it!!! Where's the sweet anime I wanted? This is going way crazy!!!"

"You made a mistake, let's try again! Who's really better here?!"

The misty song grew softer and softer.

Her consciousness gradually faded, as if she were falling into a light sleep.

Only her chest rose and fell gently with her breath, outlining a firm contour.

Seeing this, Mu Jing slowly walked to her side, squatted down, and took the stethoscope from her neck.

The metal earpieces gleamed with a cold luster under the light.

He gently inserted the earpiece into his ear canal, his gaze focused and calm:

"Please relax, Little Mist."

The patient did not respond and fell into a deep sleep.

Beneath the tight-fitting uniform, her soft silhouette rose and fell gently with her breath.

Like cotton wool fluttering in a gentle breeze

m

An unnatural rhythm.

Push it gently.

→m

A brief moment of collapse.

It is not a solid entity.

Rather, it's a kind of almost ethereal, fluffy feeling.

It has slightly collapsed.

A stubborn reply.

It quickly engulfed them.

He had no choice but to maintain his posture, while his other hand steadily pressed the stethoscope chest piece against her left breast.

At first, my heartbeat was steady and rhythmic, like regular drumbeats.

But the next second, my heart suddenly started racing, pounding violently in my chest like a runaway train.

Even through the clothes, Mu Jing could clearly feel the rapid tremors.

"Boring! Don't touch me!"

A furious and impatient voice suddenly exploded.

Wu Ge suddenly opened her eyes and slapped the stethoscope out of Mu Jing's hand.

The metal bra slammed to the ground with a loud crash.

A crisp sound broke the silence of the dark room.

Mu Jing looked up and saw that Wu Ge's originally crimson pupils were rapidly fading, gradually turning into a cold, dark gold.

A faint, dark red light circulated in the center.

There was neither warmth nor the previous intoxication, only extreme vigilance and rage.

The next second, Wuge exerted her strength and shoved Mujing away violently.

Mu Jing straightened up and took two steps back to steady himself.

But his expression remained indifferent, without the slightest ripple.

"Dr. Jing, I only came for treatment because my brother advised me to, I never expected you to do such a despicable thing!"

Wu Ge stared intently at Mu Jing with a scrutinizing gaze.

Even if no inappropriate behavior was found from the other party, the tone was still full of impatience and disdain.

"Xiaowu, this is just a routine check-up procedure for doctors. You're overthinking it."

Mu Jing bent down to pick up the stethoscope from the ground, his tone calm and even, as if stating something common sense.

Looking into his indifferent, deep black eyes, Wu Ge's doubts not only did not dissipate, but deepened even further:

"Hmph, it's just a trick to fool young girls. I never expected my brother to trust such a scoundrel!"

Why did I suddenly fall asleep just now?

"Did you put something strange in your coffee?"

Wu Ge frowned, and angrily questioned,

She had completely forgotten that she had brewed the coffee herself.

He even forgot his identity as a superhuman and became completely immersed in the role of a "temperamental patient".

"You fake doctor, how could you do such a disgusting thing?"

"I'll contact the Sky Patrol right now and shut down your illegal clinic!"

After saying that, she suddenly stood up and rushed towards the exit of the dark room.

But when I reached out and touched it, I found that there was no door handle at all.

No matter how hard she pushed, the thick wall remained unmoved.

"This is a completely unlicensed clinic!!!"

Wu Ge glared angrily at Mu Jing, his dark golden pupils like the scorching sun, so bright they made it hard to open one's eyes.

But Mu Jing did not respond; he simply walked slowly toward her, his tone still indifferent.

"Mr. Fog, you need treatment. Please sit down."

"I won't!"

She angrily slammed into the wall, but the solid wall jolted her so badly that she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Her fair legs were stained with dust, and a few faint red marks stood out on her skin.

Mu Jing had already walked up to her and was looking down at her.

"Get out of my way! I know my condition perfectly well; I don't need any treatment!"

Wuge pushed Mujing away with all her might.

She pointed her fingertip directly at the tip of his nose, her breathing rapid and her chest heaving violently.

Mu Jing ignored her screams, bent down and reached out, placing his palm on her wrist.

Slender, soft, and with distinct joints.

But he trembled violently with rage.

Her arms were pressed against the cold ground by Sisi.

The force applied to her wrist was not great, as if she could break free in the next instant.

She twisted her wrists wildly.

But she found that the force was firmly applied to her wrist, making her unable to move.

"Let me go!!!"

She screamed.

However, sound cannot penetrate the soundproof, dark room.

It can only wander in a small space.

She completely forgot that the dark room in the student council office was soundproof.

But she did not give up. She bent over and tried to strike Mu Jing's vitals with her knee.

But he had anticipated this, and his knees firmly pressed against her thighs, locking her in place and preventing any struggle.

These legs appear slender and delicate, as if they could be grasped in one hand.

Upon actual contact, however, one can feel the perfect amount of fat and firm muscles beneath the skin.

Full, elastic, soft, and delicate

It still had a warm body temperature.

"Ugh—!"

Wu Ge let out a muffled groan.

He kicked his legs desperately.

They even hunched over.

"Bang—!!!"

"Bang—!!!"

A series of collision sounds rang out in the air.

Each struggle was accompanied by Jifu's violent contractions and expansions.

The body twisted violently, the back taut like a bowstring.

However, each attempt to struggle was pulled back to reality by the sharp pain emanating from her wrists and thighs, causing her to let out a painful groan.

The area close to the ground gradually became stained with light red, tree-branch-shaped bloodstains.

"Because you are sick, you must receive treatment."

Mu Jing remained indifferent, like a machine devoid of emotion, as he continued to activate his magic contract.

But all that remained in Wuge's eyes was rage and defiance; she refused to accept the fact that she was "sick."

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