After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

The Maybach was parked in front of a high-end apartment building within the second ring road of Kyoto.

Meng Wanqing swiped the fingerprint lock on the top-floor duplex apartment. The interior was decorated in a minimalist style, with black, white, and gray tones, exuding an aloof and cold atmosphere that clashed with her mature and sophisticated charm.

"Sit wherever you like. There's water in the fridge." Meng Wanqing kicked off her silver stilettos, revealing her bare, shapely white feet on the carpet. "I'm going to take a shower; I'm a little sweaty."

She casually opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of decanted Romanée-Conti and two wine glasses, and placed them on the coffee table. Then she turned and walked into the master bedroom, leaving Zhu Xun Chuan with a captivatingly alluring swaying back view.

Ten minutes later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

The door to the master bedroom was pushed open.

Zhu Xun Chuan was leaning back on the sofa pouring wine when he looked up and his breath hitched.

Meng Wanqing wasn't wearing a bathrobe. She was only wearing a black silk lace slip dress. The fabric was pitifully thin, almost translucent. The extremely thin straps looked as if they might break at any moment.

Large swathes of snow-white skin were about to burst forth from her chest, with lace trim barely covering the most important area. The hem of the nightgown barely covered her pert buttocks, leaving her two straight and slender legs exposed to the air without reservation.

Her freshly washed long hair was casually tied back, with a few damp strands clinging to her slender swan neck. Water droplets slid down her collarbone.

The charm and allure of a mature woman are embodied in this moment.

Meng Wanqing walked to the coffee table and picked up a glass of red wine. Instead of sitting next to him, she straddled his long legs and sat down on Zhu Xunchuan's lap with remarkable ease.

"Did you eat your fill of noodles just now?" Her voice was languid, carrying the dampness of her recent shower.

The scent of rose shower gel mingled with her natural body fragrance, hitting Zhu Xun Chuan's forehead directly. Through the thin silk, Zhu Xun Chuan could clearly feel her amazing elasticity and breathtaking curves.

"Not full." Zhu Xun Chuan placed his hand on that soft, slender waist. The basic physical enhancement potion not only increased strength but also amplified the senses several times over.

Meng Wanqing chuckled softly. She tilted her head back, took a sip of red wine, then lowered her head, her red lips precisely touching Zhu Xunchuan's lips.

The rich, mellow wine, carrying the woman's sweet scent, flowed into his mouth.

Zhu Xun Chuan's inner fire was instantly ignited. He held the back of her head, turning the tables and kissing Sister Meng directly. Meng Wan Qing let out an unbearable nasal sound, hooked her arms around his neck, and pressed her body tightly against him without reservation.

The atmosphere instantly reached its peak.

Zhu Xun Chuan picked her up by the waist, strode into the master bedroom, and kicked the door shut.

The master bedroom was filled with the scent of roses, illuminated only by a dim bedside lamp. Zhu Xun Chuan pressed her down onto the large double bed. The black lace bra straps slipped down to her upper arms, revealing her fair, snow-white skin. Zhu Xun Chuan's kisses traced down her elegant jawline, lingering on her collarbone.

His hand reached under the hem of his nightgown.

Just as he was about to break through the last line of defense, a slightly cool hand suddenly pressed down on his wrist.

Zhu Xun Chuan paused, then looked up.

Meng Wanqing's cheeks flushed a beautiful blush, but the dazed look in her eyes vanished instantly, and she regained the clarity and rationality of the executive vice principal.

"Stop." Her voice was still hoarse, but her tone left no room for argument.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Xun Chuan's throat was parched.

Meng Wanqing placed her hands on his chest and slightly distanced herself: "I'll save my first time for our wedding day."

Zhu Xunchuan froze on the spot.

It felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through my mind.

Why does this dialogue sound so familiar? Fu Xinghe says she wants to save her first time for her legal husband. You, a dignified woman who's always spouting nonsense and teaching men how to manipulate women, are actually doing this? Do you women in high positions have some kind of special obsession with chastity?

"Sister Wanqing, this joke has gone too far. Do you think brake pads are free?" Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes were red, his powerful stamina having nowhere to go after the effects of the drug wore off.

"I'm not kidding. No license or permit, no driving." Meng Wanqing straightened her slipped shoulder strap.

"Even if the King of Heaven himself is here today, I have to drive the car." Relying on his body modified by the system, and fueled by the desire that had just been stirred up, Zhu Xun Chuan was ready to force himself on her. He exerted force in his waist and pressed forward violently.

The accident happened in that 0.01 second.

Meng Wanqing, who appeared delicate and charming, suddenly sharpened her gaze.

Her left hand slashed upwards with unnatural speed, precisely striking the nerve in Zhu Xun Chuan's elbow. Her right arm followed suit, locking his neck. Using the momentum of Zhu Xun Chuan's forward lunge, she twisted her waist and abdomen sharply.

"Bang!"

A dizzying sensation swept over him. Zhu Xun Chuan, standing at 1.85 meters tall and with an enhanced body, was directly overturned by an extremely professional and domineering force.

The next second, he was firmly pressed down onto the soft mattress. His face was pressed against the sheet, his right hand was twisted behind his back, and a hot, beautiful body was pressing against his back.

Zhu Xunchuan was completely dumbfounded.

This technique of using an opponent's force against them and defeating them in one move is not a simple self-defense technique for women, but a special grappling technique used in the military and police system to kill with a single blow!

"Holy crap..." Zhu Xun Chuan struggled for a moment, only to find that the angle at which the other party locked his joints was extremely tricky, making it impossible for him to exert any force.

Under Zhu Xun Chuan's shocked gaze, Meng Wan Qing freed her left hand and skillfully reached under the pillow.

"Click."

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

A chill ran down his wrist. Zhu Xun Chuan's right hand was firmly locked to the bed railing by a pair of gleaming stainless steel handcuffs.

Meng Wanqing released her grip and gracefully straddled his waist. Her black silk nightgown was rolled up to her waist, revealing her entire body, a sight that could drive any man wild.

But Zhu Xun Chuan no longer has any romantic thoughts.

Because this alluring ancestor had somehow acquired a sharp nail clipper. The tip of the clipper was positioned three inches below his navel, casually gesturing towards him.

"Little Xun Chuan." Meng Wanqing looked down at him, a cold smile curving her red lips. "Relying on your strength, you dare to force yourself on your older sister? Believe me or not, I'll chop you up right now and feed you to the cats!"

Zhu Xunchuan felt a chill run down his spine. A cold sweat broke out on his back.

What is this? Is this the legendary "kill without burying" mentality?! They stirred up trouble, and now they're resorting to force to suppress it?!

He finally faced reality. Meng Wanqing was not only extremely skilled, but her hidden martial arts prowess and background were also unfathomable. A direct confrontation would definitely end badly.

With a quick thought, Zhu Xunchuan decisively changed his tactics.

His tense muscles instantly relaxed, his arrogant expression vanished, replaced by one of extreme pain. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his brow furrowed, and he gasped for breath.

"Sister Wanqing...stop it. It hurts." His voice was so weak that it sounded like he might die at any moment.