Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

She wore a loose white cotton dress, the hem spreading out on the tatami mat like a blooming white flower. Her hair was long, jet black, cascading down her shoulders, the ends falling to the floor. Her skin was very fair, faintly tinged with pink under the warm red light of the room. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her back ramrod straight, her hands resting naturally on her knees, her posture resembling both a meditating monk and a nun in prayer, her face utterly harmless.

She has been in this position for four hours.

From six o'clock in the evening until now, she has hardly moved. Occasionally, she raises her right hand, picks up the teacup on the coffee table, takes a small sip, then puts it down, her hand returning to her knee. Occasionally, she blinks, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings. Other than that, she is like a beautiful Japanese doll, so quiet it's unsettling.

Her gaze passed over the roof of the capsule hotel, looking into the inexplicable distance. There was nothing in that direction, only more gray buildings, messy air conditioner units and TV antennas on the rooftops, and the faint outline of the Shinjuku skyscrapers in the distance. But her eyes were focused and peaceful, as if she were looking at a painting that only she could see.

"What's the little monster looking at? You can't see anything but buildings," Caesar kicked Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was kicked and winced as he struggled to turn his head from the crowd, his face bearing an expression that said, "I'm innocent too."

“Birds, BIRD. Erii can see very, very far away; there are birds over there. She can also hear sounds from very far away. So we can only stay in this capsule hotel; if we get too close, she will find us.”

As he spoke, Chu Zihang's knee nudged his spine again, and Lu Mingfei let out a sound that was somewhere between a muffled groan and a wail.

“Birds? What’s so interesting about that? There are only seagulls here in Tokyo.” Caesar frowned, while the girl in the binoculars remained motionless.

“You’re asking me? Who should I ask? Erii wrote me a note, ‘Over there, birds, lots of them.’ I’ve been looking at it since this morning.” Lu Mingfei struggled to pull a crumpled note from his pocket. On it was a line of words written in rounded characters, the handwriting as neat as a primary school student’s calligraphy practice.

Caesar glanced at the note, his brow furrowing even more.

What else did she do?

"Playing with toys, drinking tea, going to the bathroom, that's all," Lu Mingfei counted on his fingers.

Caesar readjusted the telescope's focus, and the view became clearer.

The large coffee table in front of the girl was made from a single, polished oak plank, upon which sat a steaming cup of tea, white vapor rising gently from its rim. The rough earthenware teacup, with its bluish-gray glaze, clashed horribly with the garish decor of the love hotel. Surrounding the teacup were a large group of dolls, neatly arranged, but in a bizarrely haphazard way.

A little monster and Ultraman sit side-by-side in a red toy car. The monster's paws rest on the steering wheel, while Ultraman sits upright in the passenger seat, his silver eyes gazing ahead. Rilakkuma and the little yellow chick sit in a circle around a teacup, as if having a tea party. Barbie and Master Yoda sleep on the same checkered bed, covered with a lace-trimmed blanket. Barbie's long golden hair is spread on the pillow, while Master Yoda's large green ears peek out from the edge of the blanket. His eyes are half-closed, his expression wise and weathered.

Caesar put down his telescope, took a deep breath, and muttered in a tone that suggested, "Is something wrong with this world? This is so weird, this mix is ​​outrageous. Master Yoda and Barbie dolls are together, the world is doomed."

He raised the binoculars again, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "What a real monster. You even managed to abduct such a monster from the Snake-Headed Eight Family."

"STOP! What do you mean by kidnapping? STOP! I was forced by her! Frilian can testify that I was forced!" Lu Mingfei immediately declared solemnly. He tried to raise his right hand to protest, but his right hand was pressed firmly by Chu Zihang's shoulder, and he could only move his fingers symbolically.

"She forced you to go to that kind of hotel?" Chu Zihang's tone was full of suspicion. He had been silent all along, so silent that Lu Mingfei had almost forgotten his existence, but now he spoke, and every word he uttered was like a knife, precisely cutting to the heart of the matter.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, only to find himself stumped again.

Erii's room was decorated in a very unique way, so unique that any adult could tell what it was just by looking at it.

Red gauze curtains hung from the ceiling, layered like stage curtains, dividing the room into several ambiguous areas. Red wall lamps were installed in the four corners of the walls, emitting a soft and hazy light, enveloping the entire room in an almost dreamlike atmosphere. In the very center was a huge round velvet bed, with deep red sheets and pillows, and the headboard was carved with Rococo-style scrollwork and edged in gold.

Beside the bed stood an Italian-style bronze bathtub, its four legs cast in the shape of lion's paws. The faucet was a cast-iron statue of Venus, the goddess carrying a silver jug ​​from which the hot water presumably flowed. The entire bathtub sat openly in the center of the room, without any partitions or curtains, as if confidently announcing its purpose.

Three sets of women's clothing hung on the wall, arranged in sets on exquisite wooden hangers, like items on display in a fashion boutique. Their very existence was a blatant revelation, exposing the truth about the hotel across the street. One set was a transparent pink nightgown, as thin as a cicada's wing, hanging on the hanger with only a layer of pink mist visible.

One outfit consisted of high-top leather boots paired with a bodycon mini-skirt; the black leather gleamed coldly under the lights, and the boots reached up to the upper thigh. The other outfit was a maid's dress with a black satin ribbon and white stockings; the white apron was embroidered with delicate lace, and it even came with a prop broom, the handle of which was tied with a small red bow.

When Lu Mingfei first saw those three sets of clothes, he froze, and the tips of his ears turned red at a visible speed. He tried to explain that it wasn't his idea, but that Erii had chosen the room herself, but before he could finish speaking, he realized that this explanation would only make things more difficult to explain.

Just across the street.

This is a capsule hotel, narrow, cramped, and drab. Three people are crammed into a capsule like sardines, and they have to take turns breathing.

Over there was a love hotel, spacious, intimate, and pink. A girl sat alone in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, facing a group of dolls and a cup of hot tea, quietly watching birds for four hours.

Frillie stood downstairs, finished her third can of iced coffee, and glanced up at the fourth-floor window. She could see three blurry silhouettes huddled together behind the window.

She sighed softly, threw the empty can into the trash can next to the vending machine, and took out a fourth can from her pocket.

Chapter 743 You mean, Erii was taken away by the Metropolitan Police Department for treatment, but then returned on her own?

"No! I didn't! Erii was taken away by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and after treatment she was sent back. She picked the hotel, and I had no idea it was a love hotel before I went in!" Lu Mingfei said, sounding like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Besides, Frilian has always been with me, so don't talk nonsense!"

Frillie was still keeping watch downstairs, completely unaware that she was being used as a moral guarantor by someone upstairs.

Caesar put down his telescope and turned his face away.

"Hey, what do you want me to say? While we were fighting the Deadpools at Genji Heavy Industries, Lu Mingfei was robbed by the Snake Clan's secret weapon. That weapon was quite well-developed. Then the Metropolitan Police Department took it away for treatment. After it was sent back, it immediately took Lu Mingfei to a love hotel?"

Caesar shrugged, raising his shoulder less than three centimeters before Chu Zihang's back pressed against it.

"Who do you think would believe this story? It's more believable to say you were raped by a mother dragon."

Lu Mingfei's face turned bright red as he desperately tried to find a perfect retort, but all the words were stuck in his throat, tangled up in a jumbled mess.

"I didn't sleep all night, but at least I got in touch with you guys. I didn't come here to complain, okay!" In the end, he could only squeeze out this sentence: "I am a complaining machine myself. I don't need you two to practice with me."

He was right. Erii was taken away by the Metropolitan Police Department, he and Frillie fought fiercely at Genji Heavy Industries, then Erii was sent back, then dragged into a love hotel, and then spent the whole night without sleeping, watching a girl looking out the window at birds for four hours.

He was completely broken, both mentally and physically. Now, being stuck in a capsule hotel with his two mischievous friends, spying on him with binoculars, and subjected to their soul-searching interrogation, Lu Mingfei felt his life had probably hit rock bottom. Of course, based on his life experience, once you hit rock bottom, you usually have to keep falling.

"If a beautiful girl dragged me into a love hotel, I wouldn't sleep a wink all night," Caesar said with an expression that said, "This is a conversation between men."

Lu Mingfei looked at him as if he were a pervert.

“First, I didn’t drag her, she dragged me. Second, nothing happened. Third, Frilian was there at the time, she can testify.”

“What does it matter whether Frilian is there or not? She’s not watching you 24/7,” Caesar persisted.

Chu Zihang's deep voice came from the bottom: "Don't make a sound. She moved."

Caesar slammed the telescope back against the glass. Lu Mingfei twisted his neck desperately, trying to see something through the gap in the curtains. Although Chu Zihang was pressed at the bottom and couldn't see anything, all the muscles in his body were tense.

Through the lens of the telescope, Caesar saw that the view behind the floor-to-ceiling window opposite had changed.

Erii untied her bright red sash.

She pinched one end of the sash with her fingers and gently pulled, the bow silently unraveling, the long red ribbon sliding down her waist and onto the tatami mat, piling up into a soft red cloud. Then she raised her hands and removed her white upper garment. The white cotton dress peeled off from the shoulders, revealing the semi-transparent undergarment beneath.

"What is this?" Caesar asked in surprise.

What happened next made him completely forget that he was on a surveillance mission.

The semi-transparent white lining slid down her body's curves, first revealing her rounded shoulders, then her prominent shoulder blades. Finally, the white lining disappeared completely, revealing a black bra with lace trim.

Black lace accentuated her crystal-clear, pale skin. Because she rarely saw the sun, her complexion was as white as fine porcelain, or like the first snowfall atop Mount Fuji in the dead of winter. Below her collarbone, the edge of the black lace outlined a barely visible curve.

Lu Mingfei's brain completely shut down at that moment. The images received by his retina were transmitted to the visual cortex through the optic nerve, but his brain refused to process this information, and the images were stuck at some indescribable stage. He could feel his face heating up at a speed that defied the laws of physics, and his eardrums were filled with the roar of rushing blood.

Erii calmly displayed her beautiful, youthful figure to the view of Tokyo outside the window. She slightly turned her body, allowing the back of her black lace lingerie to be fully exposed to the floor-to-ceiling window. The back clasp was a row of fine silver hooks, shimmering under the red light.

Then she raised her hands and untied the bun on top of her head. Her long red hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling on her bare shoulders, between her shoulder blades, and the ends reaching her waist, swaying gently at her hip line.

"Take a shower," Chu Zihang deduced.

“That goes without saying,” Caesar said, pursing his lips.

Erii stood up from her crimson hakama. The hakama slipped off her waist, revealing her long, slender legs with smooth lines and delicate ankles. She was only wearing a black lace lingerie set, her bare feet on the tatami mat, her toes slightly curled, their whiteness dazzling against the dark surface of the mat.

Then she did something that silenced all three voyeurs at the same time.

She bent down and picked up a yellow rubber duck from the coffee table. The duck had been sitting between Rilakkuma and the little yellow chick at the tea party, and she balanced it on her head. The rubber duck sat steadily on her head, its flat beak pointing straight ahead.

Then, she tiptoed and began to jog around the room.

Her bare feet stomped softly on the tatami mat, making a gentle scraping sound. Her long hair flew behind her, and a rubber duck swayed gently above her head with the rhythm of her running. She ran past the coffee table, past the oak table covered with dolls, past the bronze bathtub, past the clothes rack with three sets of women's clothing, and finally ran towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door was pulled open and then closed. A blurry silhouette appeared behind the frosted glass, followed by the sound of running water being turned on. Through the glass, her shadow could be seen swaying slightly, as if she were adjusting the water temperature.

Chu Zihang silently reached out and pulled down the blinds.

“Be mindful of the Gattuso family’s reputation,” he said.

“The Gattuso family has no reputation,” Caesar said, removing the binoculars from his face. “By family tradition, I should keep watching. If it were my stallion father, he should be knocking on the door and washing together right now.”

"I'm fine, but Lu Mingfei is in trouble. A man and a woman alone in a room, can they control themselves?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly turned his head and glared at Caesar.

"None of my business! Caesar, why do you look so nostalgic!"

"Having never been exposed to the outside world or received a systematic education, she wouldn't be shy like her peers. But Lu Mingfei, it's hard to say, the shock was too great."

His face had a strange blush.

Lu Mingfei immediately seized the opening.

"Look in the mirror before you speak! Saying things with a face as red as an apple has absolutely no persuasive power!"

Chu Zihang touched his face.

"Hmph, feeling guilty, Senior Brother! I'll talk to Junior Sister Xia Mi about this later."

Caesar glanced at Lu Mingfei, then at Chu Zihang, and raised his telescope again, attempting to continue observing through the gap in the blinds.

"Stop looking," Chu Zihang said, reaching out to press the shutter button on the binoculars.

"I was just checking to make sure she had taken the duck down," Caesar said without changing his expression.

Chapter 744 Trial

The three of them raised their eyebrows at each other, their expressions quite amusing. Caesar nudged Lu Mingfei with his shoulder, and Lu Mingfei, startled for a moment, nudged him back with his shoulder as well.

This is a language only boys understand, an inexplicable tacit understanding, like two young antelopes butting heads on the grassland, without any malice, purely out of boundless energy.

Chu Zihang was caught in the middle, taking a hit on the left shoulder from Caesar and another from Lu Mingfei on the right, looking like a sandbag being attacked from both sides.

"Hey, can you stop playing these childish tricks? We're in a really tough situation right now," Chu Zihang said.

He tried to move aside, but the capsule room was too small. The three of them were already crammed together on the bed, like sardines packed full in a can, and they would bump into each other if they moved even slightly. His knee was pressed against the outside of Lu Mingfei's thigh, Lu Mingfei's back was pressed against Caesar's chest, and Caesar's shoulder was wedged between the wall and the back of Chu Zihang's head. The three of them formed an inseparable human chain.

Caesar and Lu Mingfei exchanged a glance, then simultaneously bumped into Chu Zihang with their shoulders. Their left and right shoulders arrived at the same time, causing Chu Zihang's body to sway slightly, like a tree being bumped by two bears at the same time.

No one could say for sure where this sudden understanding came from. Perhaps it was because the scene they had just witnessed was so impactful that their brains needed some meaningless physical movements to reboot.

They had witnessed Erii creating a massive iceberg out of thin air, a scene still etched deep in their minds. Transparent ice crystals grew from the void, expanding, spreading, and solidifying at a visible speed, eventually transforming into a real iceberg that completely engulfed the dragon-shaped corpse guardian.

The sheer violence of destroying the dragon-shaped corpse guardian in a single blow left an impression that was less "profound" and more "terrifying." It wasn't the kind of power a hybrid should possess; it was something much older and more primal.

Therefore, when observing Erii, they always viewed it with the mindset of observing a monster. It was like a researcher in a natural history museum observing an alien creature confined in a temperature-controlled chamber through bulletproof glass, marveling at its beauty while remaining constantly wary of its potential to suddenly attack and harm people.

But when she removed her white dress and stood before the French windows in only black lace lingerie, her young and beautiful body exposed to the warm red light, the terrifying impression was suddenly diluted by erotic fantasies. Like a drop of dark ink falling into clear water, the black quickly spread and faded, until the entire glass of water turned an ambiguous gray.

They began to appreciate her as a girl.

When boys gather to look at beautiful women, they are supposed to comment on their figures and whistle at them in a flirtatious manner. This is a program etched into the Y chromosome, which has continued from the time when young hunters in tribes sat around a campfire in ancient times, commenting on the girls of neighboring tribes, all the way to the three young people huddled together in a capsule hotel in Shinjuku in the 21st century.

Civilization is progressing, and technology is developing, but the atmosphere of admiration, comparison, and jeering when boys gather to look at beautiful women will probably remain unchanged for ten thousand years.