The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

Her voice regained its captivating magic, but with an unprecedented softness and huskiness. "Just now... I was too rough. I apologize to you, little one."

She reached out her hand, this time slowly, giving Luo Ning enough time to react.

Her fingertips gently traced Luo Ning's cheek, the delicate touch causing the boy to flinch slightly.

"The secrets within you intrigue me greatly," she said frankly. "I mean no harm, I just want... to understand you. Is that alright?" Luo Ning looked at her, his purple pupils no longer holding the playful and controlling light of before, but a sincere, yet dangerously inquisitive gaze.

want.

The "tightening" power within him began to stir again as the other person approached.

This force craved her, craved that "emptiness" quality within her, as if it were the most delicious nourishment in the world. He nodded, his voice weak: "You...how do you want to understand?"

“It’s very simple.” Kafka smiled, her hand sliding down Lonin’s neck and stopping at the button on his shirt. She didn’t unbutton it, but simply gently rubbed the small button with her fingertips.

“Sometimes, words can be deceiving. Only physical contact is the most honest form of communication.” Her breath was warm and moist, carrying a unique fragrance.

"Like this."

Her hand suddenly changed direction, not to unbutton his clothes, but to move downwards and cover his small hand that had not yet been lowered.

Then, she guided his hand, slowly and irresistibly, towards herself.

“Little brother, come here, put your hand in here.” Her voice was very low, full of instruction.

Luo Ning's hand, guided by her, slipped through the gap in her coat and touched the warm, soft fabric around her waist.

Through the thin shirt, he could clearly feel the firm skin beneath the fabric, and the astonishing heat emanating from that flat stomach.

Luo Ning's hand froze, and he tried to pull it back, but Kafka pressed it down with even more force.

"Don't move." Kafka's voice carried a hint of command. "Feel my body temperature, feel my heartbeat... Tell me, what do you feel?"

Luo Ning felt as if her palm had been branded with a hot iron.

The heat traveled up his arm and reignited the power within him.

As Kafka guided him to touch her, her other hand inadvertently "moved downwards," gently resting on his waist, and then slowly sliding down.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she were comforting a frightened kitten.

However, when her hand slid over an area that shouldn't belong to an eight-year-old boy, the astonishing shape and hardness of his fingertips froze her in place.

Kafka's breathing stopped once again.

She slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on the area taut by her pants.

I see. So that's how it is.

She finally understood why that power was so filled with the desire for "breeding" and "expansion"—this body was simply a perfect vessel created to carry out that will!

A crazy idea popped into Kafka's mind: She wanted to verify it herself.

I tried to measure the limits of this talent with my own body. But it didn't work.

She glanced warily at the Starscream Train members beside her who were still under the control of the "Word of Power".

Himeko's resistance was the strongest; her fingers had already begun to twitch slightly. An unnatural glint also flashed beneath Walter's glasses. Her "word of power" wouldn't last much longer.

Once they resume their operations, having brought my true self here would be tantamount to walking into a trap – the risk is far too great.

This wasn't in the script, and she couldn't disrupt Elio's entire plan just because of a momentary curiosity. But she was also unwilling to give up so easily.

Having tasted that power, trying to return her to her former calm and collected state would be pure torture. We must find a way.

A way to satisfy her curiosity without putting herself in danger.

Kafka released Luo Ning's hand, slowly stood up, and widened the distance between them again. Looking at Luo Ning's flushed face, red with nervousness and excitement, she suddenly smiled alluringly.

“Little one, it seems we need to find a safer and more… private way to conduct our ‘inspection’ today.” She raised her hand and lightly tapped her fingertips in the air.

A point of purple light shone at her fingertips, then quickly spread out, outlining a complex and exquisite magic circle in front of her, seemingly composed of countless data streams.

"The methods of a Star Core Hunter are not limited to Word Magic." Her voice carried a hint of smugness and seduction.

“After my true self departs, I will leave behind an illusion here. She possesses all my senses and is completely synchronized with me. I will clearly sense everything you do to her.”

“And her.” Kafka paused, licking her dry lips. “She won’t resist, and she can do anything you want with you.”

Until… either you or I are satisfied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic circle shone brightly.

A figure exactly like Kafka slowly emerged from the light.

She was also wearing a black coat and had long, purplish-red hair, but her entire body had a translucent, data-stream-like texture, as if it might dissipate into the air at any moment.

Having accomplished all this, the real Kafka gave Lonin a deep look, her gaze complex beyond words. Without lingering, she turned and walked towards the observation car's gate, her figure quickly disappearing outside.

Almost at the same moment she left, Walter, Danheng, March 7th, and Himeko all jolted awake, snapping out of their daze.

"What... just happened?" March 7 shook his head, looking nonchalant. "Kafka!" Dan Heng called out in a low voice, immediately glancing around warily.

But inside the carriage, besides them, only Luo Ning remained, along with... the semi-transparent phantom of Kafka standing before Luo Ning.

A smile of interest, identical to that of the real Luo Ning, appeared on the phantom's face. She extended her hand to the bewildered Luo Ning, offering her first invitation. "So, little champion, shall we begin our second round?"

Chapter 204 The Sisters' "Gentle" Prohibition

"So, little champion, shall we begin our second round now?"

The phantom of Kafka, composed of data streams, carries a laugh and seductive quality indistinguishable from the real Kafka.

This light, casual invitation was the final feather breaking the silence. "Luoning!"

March 7th let out a scream and was the first to break free from the control of "Word of Power".

She rushed to Luo Ning's side, spreading her arms to shield him behind her, staring warily at the semi-transparent phantom, her camera already pointed at the target.

"You persistent, wicked woman! Your main body is gone, but you've left a clone here. What are you trying to do?!" Himeko and Welt also resumed their movements.

Himeko rubbed her forehead, shaking it gently. Clearly, the "Word of Power" had had a significant impact on her, and she was still experiencing some aftereffects. She looked at the phantom, then at Luo Ning, whose face was flushed and lips slightly swollen. Her brows furrowed even more. Mr. Walter, meanwhile, simply pushed up his glasses, an invisible aura emanating from him.

"This data phantom must be removed immediately; it could be a location beacon or a virus carrying unknown memes."

Danji didn't speak, but silently stood on the other side of Luoning, her Cloud-Striking Spear already revealed, the tip of the spear pointing directly at the phantom's heart, her attitude self-evident.

Despite the three's wariness, Kafka's phantom merely tilted its head, its expression still one of keen interest, seemingly unconcerned.

These threats took to heart. "Brother Luo Ning!"

March 7th turned around, placed his hands on Luo Ning's shoulders, and reprimanded her in an unprecedentedly serious tone.

"My sister said that you absolutely, positively must not touch anything left behind by that wicked woman! And you must not talk to her! Do you understand? She will corrupt you!"

The little girl's cheeks flushed with excitement. She seemed to have thought of something, and her voice suddenly lowered as she leaned close to Luo Ning's ear, adding a sentence in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Um... little brother, if you're feeling unwell, or... well... if you can't hold it in... you can come to my room and ask my sister for help.

By the end, the tips of her ears were bright red. After she finished speaking, she immediately stood up straight, pretending that nothing had happened, but the blush on her face betrayed her.

"March is right."

Himeko walked over gracefully, gently placing her hand on Luo Ning's head, the soft strands of hair slipping through her fingers. Her voice was calm and gentle.

"Kafka is dangerous; don't touch anything of hers lightly. Lonin, there are many ways to relax on the train. If you need, you can always come to the coffee shop to find me; I'll teach you how to make hand-drip coffee."

Her gaze fell on Luo Ning's still-red lips.

"Of course, if you have any other troubles, I can help you. Himeko's room is also always open for you." Hearing the two of them talking, Danji tightened her grip on Jiyun's hand. She was silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"According to the temporary archives, Kafka, a high-ranking member of the Star Core Hunters, codenamed Slave of Fate, is skilled in using mind control and memetic contamination. This illusion is likely a trap."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts. His tall, powerful figure leaned slightly forward, his tight black clothes outlining smooth muscle lines, giving him a powerful and beautiful appearance.

In short, stay away from her.

Just as the atmosphere in the carriage was becoming tense, Pam's cheerful voice came over the train's public address system.

"Beep beep! Attention passengers, the train is about to arrive at the Fairy Ship Luofu airspace! Pam is going to conduct airspace negotiations, so please wait in your respective rooms and do not wander around!"

This notification broke the deadlock at just the right time.

Mr. Walter glanced at the motionless phantom, then at Lonin surrounded by her three "sisters," and finally sighed.

"Go back to your room and rest first. Don't touch this illusion for now, observe it. Luo Ning, go back to your room and remember what everyone said." Luo Ning was dizzy from this commotion and could only nod haphazardly.

The group escorted him back to his room. March Seven and Himeko each gave him several more words of advice before leaving, turning back every few steps. The door closed, shutting him out of the outside world.

Luo Ning leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

His heart was pounding, and his mind was a jumbled mess, filled with the suggestive words from Sister Ji Zi and Sister San Yue Qi, as well as Dan Fu's cold yet concerned reminder.

He raised his head and looked towards the center of the room.

The phantom of Kafka had somehow followed him in and was standing quietly not far away, still wearing that faint smile on her face.

She was like a finely crafted work of art, a perfect replica of everything about Kafka: her long, purplish-red hair, her alluring figure, and her signature black coat.

However, her body was translucent, composed of countless fine purple data streams, emitting a faint halo, giving it an unreal and illusory feel.

"Absolutely must not touch"

The words spoken on March 7th still echoed in my ears. But...

Luo Ning's throat moved.

The "reproductive" power within him ignited into a flame upon contact with his body.

At this moment, the flame did not go out; instead, it burned even brighter because of the presence of this phantom filled with an aura of "nothingness".

It was a primal desire that urged him on and tempted him. He slowly, step by step, walked over and stopped in front of the phantom.

He reached out, his fingers lingering in the air for a long time, but in the end he couldn't resist the impulse and carefully touched Phantom's arm.

There was no coldness as I had expected, nor the emptiness that seemed to penetrate the data stream. What I felt at my fingertips was an incredible tactile sensation.

It is warm, delicate, and soft, and carries a hint of human warmth.

Through the black fabric of the data-covered coat, he could even feel the elasticity of the skin beneath. This... how is this possible?

Luo Ning's breath hitched. He mustered his courage and placed his entire palm on it, stroking upwards along the arm to the shoulder, collarbone, and neck.

Every inch of it feels exactly like a real person.

His hand rested on the phantom's face, its smooth skin so smooth it seemed one could feel the blood flowing beneath. Just then, the phantom, which had stood motionless like a puppet, suddenly moved.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the little boy in front of her, who was much shorter than her. A soft light flashed in his purple pupils, which were made of data.

Then, she slowly bent down, opened her arms, and embraced Luo Ning's small body completely. This embrace was completely different from the forceful one she had shown in the carriage.

Luo Ning's cheeks were buried in a soft and warm place, surrounded by a unique scent that was faintly mixed with gunpowder and perfume.

This aura, though clearly illusory, resonated deeply with him through touch and spiritual connection, reaching his mind with unparalleled realism. A peculiar, warm feeling enveloped him.

Like a weary traveler returning to harbor, or a lost child finding its mother, the phantom exudes a rich, almost maternal, sense of embrace.

Luo Ning's body stiffened instantly. He had never experienced anything like this before.

But then, the power of "reproduction" within him erupted completely in this extreme gentleness and acceptance.

That violent force, filled with expansionist and possessive desires, seemed to have found the perfect breeding ground, growing and thriving wildly. A certain part of his body reacted with astonishing speed and utter honesty.

Kafka's phantom sensed the change in the body in her arms, and she tightened her grip on Lonin's arms.

She lowered her head, her translucent lips pressed against Luo Ning's earlobe, and her breath, though clearly a data stream, made Luo Ning's ear burn.

A hoarse, chuckled voice, perfectly synchronized with his original self on the other side of the starry sea, rang in his ears. "Little guy, your body is very honest."

"It seems... we can begin the real examination now."

Before he finished speaking, the phantom's hand, which was wrapped around Luo Ning's waist, began to slowly and irresistibly slide downwards.

Chapter 205 Phantom Sister's Secret Inspection

That semi-transparent hand, made of data, slid down slowly with an irresistible will. Luo Ning's body was taut like a fully drawn bow.

He wanted to back away, to escape, but behind him was a cold wall, and in front of him was a warm embrace. The phantom's fingers finally stopped at the taut spot.

Although the data is fictional, the feeling it conveys is incredibly real, even more sensitive than reality itself.