The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

It was not merely physical pleasure, but also a fusion and collision on a matter of destiny.

Her “nothingness” is being filled by a completely opposite will, a feeling like an eternal black hole being illuminated for the first time by the light of a star.

Dangerous, yet... hopelessly addictive. In the next room, under the covers, March 7th suddenly shuddered.

She dreamt that she and her younger brother, Luo Ning, were trapped in a pink jelly castle.

The castle walls were soft and bouncy, shaking at the slightest touch. Little Luo Ning looked terrified, his face pale. "Don't be afraid, sister will protect you!"

In her dream, she pounded her chest, full of heroic spirit.

But the next second, the entire jelly castle began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

She and her younger brother Luo Ning fell down together on the bouncy ground, rolling around in a ball. "Hey, little brother, don't move!"

In her dream, Luo Ning pinned her down, and she could clearly feel something hard and hot pressing against her lower abdomen through her clothes.

"No, no, I'm here to help you. No." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushed crimson.

The castle's shaking became more and more rhythmic, and she felt like a small boat in a storm, clinging tightly to the "olive pole" in front of her, letting the force carry her up and down.

Hmm. Little brother... you're so amazing. Sister... sister can't take it anymore... Inside Luo Ning's room, this "examination" had entered a heated phase.

The phantom's movements grew faster and more urgent, as if it wanted to knock Luo Ning's soul out of her body. Her body also underwent even more astonishing changes.

The translucent texture is fading away in large areas.

Starting from the point where she and Luo Ning were joined, the true color of flesh and blood extended upwards, quickly covering her flat abdomen, pert waistline, and even spreading to her slightly undulating chest.

Those two soft mounds were no longer just illusory data, but presented the texture and elasticity of real skin, with the two bright red dots at the tips clearly visible.

She is being forcibly transformed by the power of "breeding" from a data phantom into... a real "being." So this is what birth is.

For the first time, bewilderment and shock were revealed in the phantom's purple pupils.

This was a variable that had never existed in Elio's script before. Lonin no longer had the energy to think about it.

His internal strength was squeezed to the limit, and an unprecedented sense of emptiness washed over him.

At that very moment, the "reproductive" power, squeezed to its limit, finally completed its final transformation. "Now!"

The phantom let out a high-pitched scream.

Luo Ning felt her body suddenly go empty, all her strength and will were instantly drained away, converging into an extremely hot torrent that burst forth.

"boom--!"

The whole room seemed to light up for a moment.

Kafka's phantom instantly solidified into a completely solid form.

She maintained that pose, every inch of her skin, every strand of her hair, possessing a realistic texture. However, this "realism" lasted for less than a second.

The next second, her body exploded like a punctured balloon, transforming back into a sky full of purple data streams, and then, in extreme instability, it reassembled into that semi-transparent phantom form.

She slumped softly against Luo Ning, panting heavily. The data stream that made up her body dimmed to an extreme level, as if it might completely dissipate at any moment.

The system is on the verge of crashing due to core data overload.

For the first time, the phantom's voice carried a hint of weakness. Luo Ning's vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness. The next morning.

Luo Ning was awakened by a knock on the door.

He struggled to open his eyes, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been disassembled and reassembled, leaving him weak and sore.

He glanced at the center of the room, where the phantom of Kafka was sitting quietly in a chair, its form much more ethereal than yesterday, and its color much paler, like a projection with a poor signal.

"Knock knock knock! Brother Luo Ning, are you awake? Pam said the train has stopped at the Jade Gate Port outside Luofu! It's March 7th's voice."

Luo Ning struggled to his feet, hastily throwing on his clothes, his legs trembling. He opened the door and was met with March 7's concerned little face.

"Luo Ning, little brother! You... why do you look so pale?" March 7th exclaimed in surprise, quickly supporting the swaying Luo Ning.

He noticed two obvious dark circles under Luo Ning's eyes, and her lips were pale. She looked weak and listless. "Did you not rest well last night? Or are you feeling unwell?"

March 7th supported him, his little face full of worry and a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

She had a very long dream last night, and the content of the dream still makes her blush and her heart race when she thinks about it.

“I…I’m fine, Sister March 7th.” Luo Ning’s voice was a little hoarse.

"How could nothing be wrong!" March 7th's nose moved closer, nuzzling him like a wary little animal.

Suddenly, she stopped moving. She smelled a scent.

A faint yet incredibly familiar scent, a mixture of gunpowder smoke and some kind of high-end perfume.

This smell...it's exactly the same as that wicked woman's smell from yesterday. March 7th unconsciously tightened her grip on Luo Ning's hand.

She raised her head, her beautiful ice-blue eyes narrowing slightly, a dangerous glint in them. "Little brother Luo Ning, tell your sister the truth..."

Her voice was low, carrying a hint of interrogation.

"Did you touch that wicked woman's illusion last night?"

Chapter 207 Kafka: Good children don't lie.

Luo Ning's pale face was reflected in March 7th's icy blue eyes.

Her question was soft, yet it pierced Luo Ning's already fragile nerves like an icicle.

“I…I didn’t,” Luo Ning’s voice was dry and hoarse. He tried to shake his head, but his neck was too stiff to obey him. His denial was so weak that even he himself could not convince himself.

That scent, a mixture of gunpowder and sweet fragrance, seemed to have seeped into his very bones, impossible to wash away no matter what.

"No?" March 7's voice suddenly rose a little, and she tightened her grip on his hand, her nails almost digging into his arm.

"Then tell me, why do you look like you're about to die? Why do you smell like that wicked woman?" She was losing control of her emotions, her pretty face flushed red with anger and grievance.

The embarrassing scenes from her dream last night were still vivid in her mind. She dreamt that she and her younger brother Luo Ning were in the Jelly Castle... But in reality, her younger brother Luo Ning was with another woman.

This feeling of betrayal made her feel suffocated.

Luo Ning was shaken until she felt dizzy and her already weak legs gave way, almost causing her to kneel down. Just then, a lazy, amused female voice echoed softly in the room.

"Child, you can't lie to your sister, okay?" The voice came from the chair in the center of the room.

Kafka's phantom had opened its eyes at some point. It was still in that semi-transparent state, its color much dimmer than yesterday, yet it still maintained its composure and elegance.

She watched the two people at the door with a leisurely air, a playful smile on her lips. Her purple data ports moved back and forth between Luo Ning and March 7 with great interest.

Her tone was as gentle as a mother teaching her child, but the content of her words was the sharpest knife, instantly dissecting Luo Ning's last pretense.

Luo Ning's body froze completely.

March 7th's gaze abruptly shifted to the phantom, then fixed intently on Luo Ning's face. "She... Is what she said true?"

Luo Ning's lips moved a few times, and finally, under March 7's almost fiery gaze, he lowered his head with shame and difficulty. This action was the most conclusive answer.

"You—!" March 7th suddenly released his grip, as if he had been burned, and took a step back.

She felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, aching and throbbing, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes welled up with tears, and mist spread uncontrollably.

"How could you...how could you let her..." Her words became incoherent, her voice trembling with sobs. "She's a bad woman! She'll hurt you! Don't you know that!"

"Me." Luo Ning opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. What could he say?

To say that you were forced?

But the lingering afterglow deep within his body, which had almost burned away his reason, was silently mocking his explanations.

Just as the atmosphere in the room reached a freezing point, another calm and gentle voice came from the corridor. "March, what's all the noise about so early in the morning?"

Himeko appeared at the door, holding a steaming cup of coffee.

She was dressed in a well-fitting casual outfit, her long, bright red hair casually draped over her shoulders, exuding the unique intellect and gentleness of a mature woman. But when her gaze swept across the scene in the room, that composure instantly froze.

On March 7th, a day filled with tears and intense emotion. A pale-faced, swaying Luo Ning.

And...that phantom of the Star Core Hunter, seated comfortably in the chair, radiating a powerful presence even in its ethereal form. Himeko's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"What happened?" She put down her coffee cup, walked in, and naturally pulled March 7th to her side, gently patting her back to comfort her.

"Sister Himeko!" March 7th seemed to have found her pillar of support, and she threw herself into Himeko's arms with a sob in her voice. "Look! It's that wicked woman's phantom. She's bullying little brother Luo Ning!"

Himeko's gaze passed over March 7th's shoulder and landed on Luo Ning.

She noticed Luo Ning's abnormal weakness and smelled the familiar, unique scent of Kafka in the air. An indescribable sense of loss silently spread through her heart.

It was like a carefully tended, budding flower, only to have its most beautiful part stolen overnight. Although she quickly suppressed this emotion, her gaze towards the phantom of Kafka still held a hint of scrutiny and coldness. "Miss Kafka's phantom appeared on my train and did this to my passengers. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Himeko's voice remained gentle, but the pressure it contained made the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

Kafka's phantom, however, paid no attention.

She even elegantly crossed her legs; the way her semi-transparent body made this gesture was indescribably alluring.

“Miss Himeko, don’t be so nervous,” she chuckled. “I’m just testing the performance of the ‘container.’ After all, a healthy body is essential to bear the power of the star core, isn’t it?”

She paused, then turned her gaze to Luo Ning, a hint of approval and...satisfaction gleaming in her purple pupils.

"Moreover, the test results are very encouraging. This child's potential far exceeds Elio's predictions. You should be thanking me."

"Thank you?" March 7th lifted her head from Himeko's embrace, angrily retorting, "Is this what you call a test? You clearly are." She couldn't finish her sentence, her face turning bright red.

How could a girl like her possibly say something like that? Himeko gently pressed down on March Seven's shoulder, signaling her to calm down.

She looked at Kafka and slowly said, "Whatever your purpose, Lonin is family to the Star Train. I don't want it to happen again."

This statement is both a warning and a declaration of sovereignty.

Kafka's phantom smiled noncommittally, about to say something. Just then, Pam's cheerful voice rang out from inside the train.

"Attention passengers! The train is about to arrive at the final stop of this journey—Fairy Boat Luofu, Jade Realm Gate Star Port! Please prepare to disembark!"

This unexpected broadcast instantly shattered the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Ah! We've arrived in Luofu?" March 7's attention was immediately diverted, and he temporarily put the unpleasantness from before behind him.

"Let's go take a look!" She grabbed Luo Ning's hand and tried to run outside, but when she touched Luo Ning's cold hand, she remembered something, paused, huffed angrily, and ran out first.

Luo Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but felt even weaker. He was about to follow when Ji Zi suddenly grabbed him. "Luo Ning."

Himeko's voice was gentle. She bent down and straightened Luo Ning's slightly disheveled collar. Her fingertips were warm and dry, and the touch of them on Luo Ning's skin gave him a sense of peace for no reason. "From now on, stay away from that phantom," Himeko said earnestly, looking into his eyes. "Okay," Luo Ning nodded at the opportune moment.

Himeko finally smiled and ruffled his hair. "Let's go, we should go see the scenery of the Immortal Ship." She stood up, took Luo Ning's hand, and walked out of the carriage.

Behind them, Kafka's phantom looked at their clasped hands, her purple data pupils flickering slightly, and the playful smile on her lips became even more meaningful.

When Luo Ning and Ji Zi walked into the observation car, San Yueqi and Dan Heng were already standing in front of the huge window, looking out at the fairy ship that looked like a huge island floating in the universe.

The train slowly pulled into the starport, where the vast complex of buildings and the constant flow of starships created a magnificent and bustling scene. Just as Luo Ning was about to approach, Ji Zi gently tugged at his hand, drawing him closer to her.

She wrapped her arms around Luo Ning's small body from behind, letting him lean against her chest, and gently rested her chin on the top of his head.

"Luoning," Ji Zi's warm breath brushed against his ear, her voice low and gentle, carrying an undeniable tenderness, "During our time in Luofu, stay close to me and don't wander off."

Her arms, seemingly in a protective gesture, were wrapped tightly, as if declaring some kind of ownership.

Chapter 208 Sister Fox Wants to Try

The train came to a smooth stop at Yujiemen Star Harbor.

As the airtight door opened, a warm breeze carrying the scents of sandalwood, herbs, and gold rushed in, and the view before me suddenly opened up.

The enormous starship, like a gentle fish, shuttles through the airspace, with rows of magnificent buildings suspended among the sea of ​​clouds, exuding an ancient yet advanced oriental charm.

"Wow! Is this Luofu? It's magnificent!" March 7's exclamation pulled Luo Ning back from her wandering thoughts.

She temporarily forgot her unpleasant morning and was attracted by the strange sight before her. But after running two steps, she stopped, turned around and glared angrily at Luo Ning, clearly still angry.

Himeko's hand never let go.

She held Luo Ning's hand, the warmth of her palm seeping through her skin, carrying an undeniable sense of control. Luo Ning's legs were still weak, each step feeling like walking on cotton, and he could only passively follow Shu Ji Zi's pace. Just then, a woman in gorgeous clothes came to greet them.

She swayed gracefully, her steps light, her fluffy fox ears twitching slightly in her hair, and her large, bushy white tail swaying elegantly with her movements.

"Welcome to the Immortal Ship Luofu. I am Tingyun, the ferryman from the Heavenly Ship Bureau." The woman's voice was gentle and soothing, her smile warm and inviting.

Her gaze swept over Ji Zi, Dan Heng, and San Yue Qi, finally settling on Luo Ning, who was being half-protected by Ji Zi. Ting Yun's smile froze for a moment.