At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

The food and clothing may seem shabby, but in reality, the computer is a spendthrift, a fully-equipped desktop PC with all the specs maxed out.

He could forgive himself for revealing his piano skills before, since it might be difficult to hide it from his senior when questioned.

But today they're using their own accounts to make money.

That's really a bit outrageous.

"Old Zhang, I really need to control you."

Su Che hates owing favors to others the most.

Because I am a person who clearly distinguishes between love and hate, if I leave the favors I owe unattended, they will balloon like bank interest until I can never repay them.

"Debt" is the word Su Che most wants to erase from his dictionary; it bothers him.

He accepted the transfer, then accepted friend requests from many younger girls and even two younger brothers, and then divided the money into multiple portions, returning each portion one by one.

That way, even if they become aloof and don't reply to my messages in the future, I won't owe them any favors.

"Old Zhang, you said you'd treat me to 10 meals, right? I didn't want to eat them at first, but now I feel like I have to eat them all, and you can't skip a single one."

In order to make up for the 70% loss tenfold, Su Che gritted his teeth and replied with a string of curses.

Zhang Cong naturally nodded and bowed, overjoyed.

Rather, this is exactly the kind of "roommate relationship" he wants, even if it's just a vague concept.

“Great! Order whatever you want, really. As long as it’s a two-person meal under a thousand yuan, we’ll all be there to keep you company. Let’s start this project next week! I’ve come up with a name for it: ‘Eating and Drinking in the Mountains’ Project, or ‘Drinking in the Mountains’ for short. See if I have any literary talent.”

"Neuropathy."

After the incident, Su Che's bad mood dissipated, and he was so upset by his roommate's antics that he couldn't even feel emo anymore.

As I walked up the stairs, I glanced at the messages from my juniors.

It's simply an expression of admiration for the performance that just took place.

Especially the female guitarist from the neighboring school who lent her PRS guitar; after becoming friends with her, she kept posting things like, "Teach me how to play, maestro!" and "How did you tune my guitar to produce such a high-end tone?"

This left Su Che both amused and exasperated, and he didn't bother to reply.

However, the title "master" reminded him of a small-time investor he had been trying to cultivate these past few days...

That's right, it's white space control.

"Speaking of which, last time he arranged for me to play with him every weekend, and he even transferred the deposit directly, 600 yuan all at once. He didn't seem like the type to stand me up at all..."

Su Che pondered and concluded that the other person was a very trustworthy and polite anime/manga character.

not only that,

After I fell asleep last night, Kongbai left another message.

It says things like, "I got completely destroyed again playing solo on the official server..."

This shows that he was intentionally putting in some effort before asking me to mentor him, so as not to make a fool of himself when we played together again.

Su Che liked this attitude very much.

He stepped out of the elevator, returned to his front door, swiped through his friends list, and found the cat-eared girl avatar of Kongbai.

Oh? There was a comment from an hour ago?

Su Che calculated the time; there was a three-hour time difference, which meant that when it was 10 PM here, it should already be 1 AM on the other side.

So, I tentatively replied with:

"Blank, are you asleep?"

"Hey?! Boss, who are you calling? Blank, is that me?"

That guy replied to the message almost instantly.

I replied instantly, taking advantage of the time difference.

very horrible.

"Yeah, you like white stockings. You even sent me a picture of white stockings just now, so I gave you a nickname. From now on, I'll call you White Controller, or Blank for convenience."

"Okay, okay! No problem!"

Blank seems to be very active online, speaking in a startled tone and typing at lightning speed, clearly a seasoned internet surfer.

The editor quickly edited:

"Oh, right! Hey, how's my photo set? You said you wanted to see maid outfits, so I did some serious research and found a cute set of anime maid outfit photos. But then I thought it might not be enough, so I managed to get some real-life cosplay versions... I wonder if you'll like them..."

"what?"

Su Che didn't look at it seriously at all. After all, the set of pictures was too big. He just glanced at it and saw that the top was full of anime-style pictures, so he didn't scroll down.

At this moment, Blank mentioned that it also included cosplayer replicas, which piqued his interest somewhat.

"What do you mean? Do you know any cosplayers?"

He asked curiously.

No, no! Ah... actually, it's pretty much the same. It's just that I have a friend...

But she's not a professional; she just likes to create cute characters for her own amusement, and then I... I just saw you liked it... so I...

Blank started stammering.

"Oh."

Su Che didn't ask further, only making a guess—"This guy has a wide network of connections, could he have studied photography or performing arts abroad or something?"

At this moment, he had already flipped to the three-dimensional images that Blank had mentioned.

【woc…】

My first reaction

Su Che felt a bit dizzy.

This is outrageous.

"Blank, you... maid cosplayer, is this heavily photoshopped? What kind of figure is this? It's incredible! Is this really your friend's original, unedited version?"

And can you even send this to me? Is it appropriate? I went to university, don't try to fool me.

He questioned.

The three-dimensional figure in the picture does not show its face.

But the visual impact it has is truly overwhelming.

If a young boy saw this, he would probably get so excited that he would rush to the toilet without thinking.

[Hey...yes, bro, this, this definitely isn't heavily photoshopped, I promise, it's just a filter, no retouching, no leg slimming. The body proportions are absolutely 1:1!]

"How do you know so clearly? Eight strokes?"

Su Che thought his XP was something.

The catgirl did wear cat ear hair clips and a cat tail that was somehow attached to something.

It's fluffy and quite cute.

Maid outfits are indeed a classic black and white combination.

The fabric is nice, it's a long dress.

However, the exaggeratedly large bear-shaped breasts, which could practically bury one's head in and could only be occasionally seen in the adult section of a certain adult magazine, made Su Che shake his head, thinking it was ridiculously fake.

He'd seen magnificent figures before; just look at the one around him—Gu Zhi's figure was absolutely top-notch, easily an E cup.

Controllable white, this "friend"...

"Okay, the maid outfit is really pretty, and the cosplay is quite accurate, but please don't send me any more in the future. I'm not into this kind of thing. After all, I don't encounter people like that in real life. It would only add to my desires and annoyances, which is not good. You know what I mean?"

Su Che said seriously, "We should just play games and maintain a normal, cold employer-employee relationship. You're the sugar daddy, I'm the henchman, that's all. Don't say anything more. I don't like being bothered."

Done.

The typing speed, which was originally a blurry blank, remained silent for several tens of seconds.

I've been typing for ages, and my conflicted feelings are practically overflowing from the screen.

Oh... so that's the kind of personality the boss has... I was being presumptuous, I'm sorry...

His aggrieved look made Su Che feel a little uneasy.

"You're a grown man, don't always talk like that, it makes it seem like I'm bullying you. Alright, I'm going home now, if there's nothing else, let's talk about it on Sunday."

Su Che ended the chat immediately.

Unfortunately, it seems that there are still important things left unsaid.

He quickly tried to persuade her to stay:

"Dude! One last question, I'll only ask one last question!"

"Okay, hurry up."

Su Che had already inserted the key into the slit.

The instant the click sound rang out...

The moment I saw my cat waiting obediently and cuddly at the door,

The blank question once again stunned him.

Speechless at the door—

"If... if I could actually meet the kind of woman I sent you in real life, if, if she were willing to let me release my lust, then... would I agree on the spot and skip all the unnecessary steps in between, such as getting to know each other, getting to know each other, adapting, becoming familiar with each other, and so on?"

He paused, then emphasized:

Is direct sexual release acceptable?

……

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Chapter 50 The Fivefold Seduction of the Heart: Five Levels of Temptation