The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

“Mr. Loning, I hope you will gain something from your time in Belleburg.”

Her voice was formulaic, yet subtly meaningful. Luo Ning looked at her.

[Intention Insight: Target-oriented intentions: "cutting," "observation," "expectation," and deep-seated curiosity.] He suddenly smiled.

It was the pure and harmless smile of an eight-year-old child. He activated [Sensory Disguise].

His heartbeat was steady, his breathing even, and his body's bioelectrical responses showed complete relaxation and dependence. He reached out his hand to Bronya.

"Thank you, Bronya."

Bronya's body stiffened for a moment.

She looked at the small hand outstretched in front of her, and at those clear, bright eyes. All the previous discipline, control, and evaluation seemed utterly ridiculous at that moment.

She hesitated for a moment, then took his hand. Soft, warm, and without the slightest resistance.

It was as if the troublesome presence she had felt before was just her imagination. But she knew it wasn't.

This is a more sophisticated form of disguise.

A silent conquest has ended.

These self-righteous hunters were all forced to the negotiating table for a truce by this seemingly weak "prey".

Luo Ning released his grip, turned around, and walked step by step up the escalator leading to the Star Official Train. He did not look back.

He knew they were all watching.

He also knew that he would come back.

But next time, he will set the rules of the game.

Chapter 195 Sister Ji Zitian's Late-Night Hypnosis Tutoring

The Star Train traveled smoothly through the dark sea of ​​imaginary numbers.

Outside the window, a dazzling, silent starry sky shimmered, a stark contrast to the eternal ice and snow of Belberg.

The carriage was warm and dry, filled with the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans, completely masking the smell of blood, wood ash, and disinfectant that lingered on the snowy plains.

Luo Ning sat alone on the sofa in the observation car, having changed back into his own clean and soft clothes. He neatly folded the wolf pelt and put it deep inside his backpack.

He didn't look at the strange sight outside the window; he just lowered his head and quietly held his hands.

Those hands were small, belonging to an eight-year-old child, yet now, he could clearly feel the power flowing beneath every inch of skin. Everything he experienced in Belleburg felt like a dream following a high fever.

Natasha's drugs, Silva's embrace, Bronya's discipline, Hook's rambling, and Lynco's bowl of piping hot fish soup.

The aura, power, and desire of these women once overwhelmed him like a tide, forcing the system within him to undergo a violent evolution.

Now, the tide has receded, and he stands on the beach of his own spiritual world, holding a few wet yet hard seashells in his hand.

Energy extraction, sensory disguise, intentional insight, and the ability to deflect force. He was no longer a pawn who could only passively endure.

A series of crisp sounds of high heels clicking on the ground came from afar.

Luo Ning didn't look up, but she could already recognize the person. Ji Zi walked over carrying two drinks.

Instead of wearing the military uniform dress that exposed her shoulders, she changed into a burgundy silk shirt and a black pencil skirt, which perfectly accentuated her voluptuous curves.

"What are you thinking about?"

She pushed a glass of hot milk in front of Luo Ning, and then sat down next to him with a cup of hand-drip coffee.

They were very close, and a warm scent, a blend of coffee aroma and her expensive perfume, wafted over. "It's nothing," Luo Ning said, picking up the warm glass of milk.

[System: Activate passive skill - Intent Insight.]

[System's target intention: "Exploration," "curiosity," and "evaluation mixed with a touch of appreciation."]

Himeko took a sip of coffee, her posture elegant. "Danheng said you've been very quiet since you came back." Her voice had a touch of lazy magnetism.

"I was worried on March 7th that you might have been terrified in Belleburg." Luo Ning took a sip of milk, the sweet but not cloying warmth sliding into her stomach. "They were very kind to me."

He responded in a flat, factual tone. Himeko smiled.

She knew, of course, just how "good" those women were to him.

From the ambiguous yet clearly loss-cutting official statement Bronya sent, she could piece together a rough picture: a seemingly weak boy was drawn into a hunting game played by women, but the result was that all the hunters willingly laid down their weapons.

The bow and arrow.

This sparked an unprecedented interest in the boy before her. She realized he had changed.

No longer the timid and bewildered child who first boarded the train.

Now, he is as quiet as a deep pool of water; you can't see the bottom, you can only feel the composure hidden beneath that calmness, a composure that doesn't belong to his age.

This contrast held a fatal attraction for a mature woman accustomed to the wonders of the universe. "Is that so?" Himeko put down her coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and whispered in Luo Ning's ear.

"Do you like all their good qualities? Dr. Natasha's, Technician Shilva's, or Commander Bronya's?"

Her warm breath, carrying the slight bitterness of coffee, brushed against Luo Ning's earlobe. It was a flirtatious probing that only occurs between adults.

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Luo Ning's body tensed up instinctively for a moment, but she immediately activated [Physical Disguise].

Heart rate, respiration, and skin electrical responses instantly switched to a "shy yet dependent" mode.

A timely blush rose on his cheeks, and he turned his head slightly to avoid Himeko's overly close breath. "Himeko-neechan..."

He called out softly, with a hint of bewilderment.

This appearance perfectly captures the image of an innocent boy who feels ashamed after being teased by a mature woman.

Himeko straightened up, looking at his flushed ears, her smile deepening. What an amusing reaction.

I could clearly sense the inner changes in him, yet his outward demeanor remained so pure.

It's like a rough stone with a diamond already formed inside, but covered by a simple, unadorned outer shell.

She wanted to peel back the stone shell herself and see the light within. Night had fallen.

The train entered automatic navigation mode, and the lights in the observation car dimmed, leaving only the dazzling starry sky outside the window as the sole source of light.

Luo Ning stood alone before the enormous, dazzling window, her tiny figure reflected in the sea of ​​stars. The sound of high heels rang out again.

Himeko appeared behind him again at some point.

This time, she said nothing. Luo Ning turned around.

In the dim light, her silhouette appeared exceptionally alluring, and her eyes, which always held a smile, were now so deep they seemed to pierce through one's soul.

The soul was absorbed into it.

[Intention Insight; Target-Oriented Intentions: "Invitation, Exclusivity, Desire."]

She simply looked at him, then gestured very subtly with her chin towards the end of the corridor. That was the private area leading to the ablution chamber.

After making this gesture, she turned around and walked slowly in that direction.

The red shirt and black skirt drew a captivating arc behind her, disappearing around the corner—a silent invitation.

Luo Ning stood still, his heart beating steadily in his chest.

The heat that had been forcibly aroused by various forces and then suppressed by the system was now being ignited by an invisible fuse, slowly and steadily rising again from the deepest part of his body.

This time, there was no panic or helplessness.

Instead, he felt a clear, eager impulse. He followed.

The door to the bathroom was unlocked.

He gently pushed the door open, went inside, and then locked it behind him.

The space was cramped and filled with the pleasant scent of disinfectant mixed with some kind of high-end shower gel.

Himeko stood with her back to the door, her hands resting on the gleaming sink, looking at him in the mirror.

The top two buttons of her shirt had been undone at some point, and a breathtaking expanse of pure white could be seen reflected in the mirror.

She took out her phone and tapped the screen lightly with her fingertip. The screen lit up, and a beautifully designed app icon opened.

There was no sound, only a soft, water-like halo spreading across the screen. [System: Warning! Mental interference detected.]

[System: Type Analysis: High-Order Command Hypnosis. [The system is currently resisting...resistance successful.]

Luo Ning felt a faint, seductive force brushing through his mind, attempting to lull him into a deep sleep or a daze, but to him, who had already evolved, this force was like a gentle breeze.

He did not resist.

[System: Activate active skill - Body Disguise.]

[System: Simulation of physiological signs of deep hypnosis... Simulation complete.]

Luo Ning's eyes instantly lost focus, becoming empty and blank, and her body swayed slightly, like a puppet that had lost its self-awareness.

Seeing his appearance in the mirror, Himeko's tightly clenched lips finally curved into a smug smile. She needed this.

They need this layer of "hypnosis" as a cloak to cover their uncontrollable desires and to find a perfect excuse for their next actions.

This was just a “treatment” and an “experiment”.

She told herself that. Luo Ning moved.

He walked with somewhat stiff steps, step by step, behind Himeko.

In the mirror, a tall, mature woman and a slender boy create a striking image. He reaches out and wraps his arms around her waist.

His hands were small, barely able to encircle half of her slender waist.

Himeko's body straightened instantly, and she gripped the sink so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Through the thin silk shirt, she could clearly feel that the small body was radiating a burning heat that was completely inconsistent with its appearance.

Luo Ning's head barely reached above her pert buttocks; beneath the soft fabric lay an astonishing elasticity and curve. He didn't stop.

Under the guise of "hypnosis," he buried his face in the air and took a deep breath.

It was her unique fragrance, mixed with a subtle, mature woman's natural scent that could only be detected up close. Hmm.

Himeko let out a muffled groan that she couldn't suppress.

The woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks and a dazed look in her eyes; she no longer possessed her usual composure and elegance.

Luo Ning's hand began to move upwards, finally stopping on that area... His movements were clumsy, yet they carried a savage, irresistible force.

Himeko trembled all over, her legs went weak, and she could barely stand. She could only support herself on the sink with all her might.

She looked in the mirror at the "hypnotized boy," at his innocent face and the empty look in his eyes.

This absurd scene, instead of bringing her to her senses, fueled an even stronger torrent of shame and excitement, overwhelming her.

The last line of reason. She acquiesced.

Luo Ning sensed her submission.

A fierce yet silent conquest quietly began in this narrow, two-person-sized bathroom, accompanied by the smooth movement of the star train.

Chapter 197 The Train Conductor's Secret Form

The train the following morning was filled with an unusual tranquility.

The air was no longer filled with the rich aroma of coffee, but with a stifling silence. As Luo Ning stepped out of the room, she happened to run into March 7th, who was coming from across the street.

The girl's face was somewhat pale, with faint dark circles under her eyes. When she saw him, her body visibly stiffened for a moment, then she quickly looked away, as if avoiding some kind of plague, and hurriedly ran towards the dining car.

Luo Ning paused in his steps.

[System: Self-labeled March 7th "Emotional Index": "Panic 75%, Confusion 88%, Avoidance 95%..."] He probably guessed the reason.

Last night, the door to the bathroom was not completely sealed.

He stepped into the observation car, where Himeko was already seated.

She changed back into her familiar military uniform, her hair neatly combed, holding a coffee cup in her hand, her posture still elegant, as if the storm that swept everything last night was just an illusion.

But Luo Ning's "Intention Insight" captured the ripples beneath her calm exterior.