Ark Simulator, don't I have no physical form?

Chen Huijie didn't speak, but silently placed Chixiao horizontally on the seat behind Su Rui. The shadow of the sword tassel fell just over half of his body, like a silent declaration.

Hoshiguma was the most direct—she brought over two bottles of ice-cold beer, pried them open with a bottle opener, and as the foam gushed out, she shoved one into Suri's hand: "Even laborers need to have some beer." She grinned, her canine teeth gleaming, "Even if you can only watch us drink."

Ten minutes later, the waiter pushed in a charcoal grill half a person's height. Premium Wagyu beef ribs, marbled pork belly, and tiger prawns were neatly arranged on an ice platter, accompanied by seven or eight kinds of secret sauces. Just as Su Rui picked up the tongs, four hands reached out simultaneously—

Lin Yuxia, her fingertips smeared with chili powder, deliberately rubbed it on the inside of his wrist; Swire stuffed honey brush bristles between his fingers, then casually grasped the back of his hand; Chen Huijie silently adjusted the charcoal fire, his elbow braced against his waist; Hoshiguma went the furthest, grabbing his hand and pressing it against the steak: "This one's medium-rare, I like it with some blood~"

The image shows four hands each occupying a part of his body, with Chen Huijie's sword tassel even wrapped around his ankle.

The charcoal crackled and popped, dripping grease and sending up plumes of smoke carrying the aroma of meat. Suri's movements as he flipped the steak were quickly interrupted—Swire suddenly leaned over and bit his earlobe: "Flip it over, it's going to burn!" Her canines gently ground against the tender meat, her breath carrying the sweet scent of white wine.

Lin Yuxia immediately pinched Su Rui's soft side, snatching the tongs from him with her other hand: "You can't even grill meat properly, you're useless." While scolding him, she cut the perfectly grilled short rib into small pieces, forked a piece, and held it to his mouth, "Try your own failed attempt."

The meat had a caramel-colored sheen on its surface. Just as Suri opened her mouth, Swire suddenly squeezed in and snatched the meat away: "I'll test for poison first!" She held the piece of meat in her mouth like a cat guarding its food, her tail wagging proudly.

Volume 11, Chapter 648: Give Me One

Taking advantage of the situation, Hoshiguma leaned over from the other side of the grill, the cool surface of a beer bottle pressed against the back of Suri's neck: "Ignore them, grill the shrimp for me first." Her free hand had already slipped under the hem of Suri's shirt, "Remember to remove the shrimp veins~"

Chen Huijie finally lost her temper and slammed the scabbard of Chixiao's sword onto the ground with a thud: "Line up."

This absurd barbecue punishment lasted until sunset.

Suri's shirt was already stained with sauce and charcoal ash, three buttons on his collar were ripped open, and his collarbone was covered with fingerprints mixed with honey and chili powder; Lin Yuxia's fingernails were stuffed with spices, and she was applying "battle makeup" to Suri with her fingertips covered in barbecue sauce; Swire was drunkenly hanging on his back, her tail tip curled up with a beer bottle and pouring it into his mouth; Hoshiguma sat directly on the counter next to the barbecue grill, her bare legs rubbing against Suri's knees intermittently.

Only Chen Huijie maintained a semblance of composure—if one ignored the fact that she was using the tip of her sword to pierce Su Rui's belt.

"The last piece." Lin Yuxia stuffed the sizzling beef tongue into Su Rui's mouth. "Punishment over."

As Su Rui chewed on the tender, juicy slices of meat, he was suddenly enveloped by four shadows. The scent of charcoal, alcohol, and perfume wafted over him. Lin Yuxia's knee pressed against his side, Swire's tail wrapped around his wrist, Hoshiguma's fangs pressed against his Adam's apple, and Chen Huijie's sword sheath lifted his chin—

As the hotel suite door clicked shut, Su Rui's back was already pressed against the wall in the entryway. Lin Yuxia's fingers were on his belt buckle, the metal buckle making a soft "ding" sound, while Swire's golden tail was wrapped around his waist, the tip gently poking his abs.

"Wait..." Just as Su Rui was about to speak, Hoshiguma pressed against him from behind, her breath, reeking of alcohol, brushing against his ear: "Wait for what? I haven't settled the score with you about the chocolate fondue yet." Her canine teeth lightly grazed his earlobe, leaving a slight sting.

Chen Huijie stood a few steps away, slowly unbuttoning her uniform collar. Her dragon eyes gleamed slightly in the dim light: "Do it yourself, or should we help you?"

Suri's Adam's apple bobbed.

Ten minutes later.

Suri was pushed down onto the large bed in the master bedroom. His shirt had long been torn open and thrown on the floor, and the zipper of his pants was stuck halfway. Swire was sitting on his lap, her fingertips dipped in cool massage oil, slowly drawing circles on his chest.

"What you're doing..." Suri's breathing was already a little unsteady, "...revenge?"

“This is called ‘education’.” Lin Yuxia sneered, picked up a bottle of red wine from the bedside table, and bit off the cork with her teeth. “I want you to remember that some things—” She leaned over, the wine dripping down the bottle neck, the cold liquid landing on Su Rui’s collarbone, “—cannot be eaten indiscriminately.”

Shi Huaiya lowered his head, his tongue swirling away a drop of red wine, leaving a clear teeth mark on his skin in the process.

Hoshiguma had already taken off her coat, and the muscles beneath her black vest taut with her movements. She knelt on one knee on the mattress, grabbed Su Rui's wrist, and pressed it above her head: "Old Chen, the rope."

Chen Huijie pulled out a restraint belt used by the Royal Guard from her pocket—heaven knows why she always carried it with her—and quickly tied Su Rui's wrists to the headboard.

Su Rui tried to break free, but couldn't.

“Now,” Lin Yuxia straddled his waist, her fingertips dipped in red wine, and slowly wiped it on his lips, “let’s talk about the ‘punishment’.”

Three hours later.

Suri's breathing was completely erratic, his bangs were damp with sweat and clung to his reddened skin. His wrists were chafed red from struggling, and there was a lipstick stain on his lips, no one knew whose.

Swire nestled against his chest, her golden tail lazily wrapped around his calves, her fingertips poking at his abs: "Tired?"

Hoshiguma lay on her side beside him, swirling a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand, her green eyes filled with a satisfied smile: "You're done after only seven or eight times? Old Su, you've regressed."

Chen Huijie, sitting at the foot of the bed, was wiping her hands with a wet wipe. Hearing this, she added casually, "Insufficient physical training. Go back to the Guard Bureau for extra training." I'm afraid I won't have a chance to go back. Su Rui rolled her eyes.

Lin Yuxia emerged from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, her hair still dripping wet. She glanced at Su Rui, who lay slumped on the bed, and a triumphant smile played on her lips: "Remember about the chocolate fondue?"

Su Rui didn't even have the strength to lift a finger; she could only manage a muffled response from her throat.

Swire chuckled and leaned closer, blowing a breath into his ear: "If you dare to steal this kind of thing again..." Her fingertips slid down to the inside of his thigh and pinched it lightly, "the punishment will be doubled."

Suri closed her eyes and sent her last message through the telepathic link:

"……Help."

The accompanying image shows four pairs of menacing eyes and a crumpled uniform tie lying in a corner.

However, apart from Lin Yuxia, only the higher-level system could see Su Rui's distress call.

As the morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting pale golden spots on her eyelids, Su Rui's first conscious thought was—her whole body ached as if it had been crushed by Originium bugs.

He tried to move his fingers and immediately felt a heavy resistance—Swire's golden tail was wrapped around his left wrist like a ribbon, the tip unconsciously rubbing against the calluses on his palm. His right arm was being used as a pillow by Lin Yuxia, half her face buried in his shoulder, her breath carrying the coolness of minty toothpaste, but her knee was pressing domineeringly against his inner thigh, her nightgown rolled up to her thighs, revealing the bite marks left from last night.

Worse still, it was his back—Hoshiguma was wrapped around him from behind like an octopus, her tanned arms across his waist, her palms still loosely cupping the lingering finger marks on his abs. And Chen Huijie…

Su Rui turned his head slightly, and his dark blue hair immediately brushed against his chin. Chen Huijie was sleeping above him, with the Crimson Blade sword lying across their pillows. One of her hands was still on the hilt of the sword, while the other hand was clutching a lock of his hair, as if she was preventing him from escaping even in her dreams.

Just as he was about to quietly pull his arm away, Swire's tail suddenly tightened.

"Trying to slip away?" The little tiger, who should have been fast asleep, mumbled with his eyes closed, his canines grinding lightly against his wrist bone. "No way!"

Lin Yuxia nudged him with her knee in a threatening gesture: "If you move again, I'll tie you up and take you to the shower to be rinsed with cold water." As she spoke, her lips brushed against his collarbone, sending a slight shiver down his spine.

Hoshiguma chuckled softly behind him, her nose brushing against the spinous process on the back of his neck. "Old Su, your heartbeat woke me up." She suddenly bent her leg, pressing her knee against his lower back and slowly applying pressure. "Weren't you quite obedient when you were begging for mercy last night?"

Chen Huijie finally opened her dragon eyes, the morning light condensing into two golden lines in her vertical pupils: "6:23." She released his hair, then pinched his chin instead, "Morning exercise time."

Suri's Adam's apple bobbed: "I'm applying—"

"Rejected." The four of them said in unison.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom, but it had nothing to do with morning exercise.

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Five people were squeezed under the shower, which was a bit cramped. As Su Rui was pressed against the tiled wall, warm water flowed down Hoshiguma's spine and into his lower back. Swire took the opportunity to squeeze strawberry-scented shower gel onto his back, and the foam piled up into comical shapes on Lin Yuxia's wandering fingertips, while Chen Huijie held the showerhead faucet the whole time, controlling the direction of the water flow as precisely as if he were holding a sword.

"Raise your hand." Lin Yuxia patted the back of his hand.

Just as Su Rui raised his arm, Hoshiguma ambushed him from behind, grabbing him under the armpit. He instinctively bent over, his head bumping into Chen Huijie's shoulder, and she promptly grabbed his waist and turned him around. The water suddenly turned cold, causing his muscles to tense. Swire immediately applied foam to the hollow of his collarbone: "Stay here and hold some water~"

When Chen Huijie's fingertips, coated with shaving cream, touched his chin, Su Rui finally realized that this was not washing up at all—Lin Yuxia was slowly rubbing his old scars on his chest with a bath sponge, Swire's tail tip was swirling a towel around his waist, and Xingxiong was even humming a song while braiding a foam mohawk for him.

"Close your eyes." Chen Huijie pressed her razor against his Adam's apple.

The gliding touch of the blade felt like a dangerous comfort. Suri tilted his head back, letting the warm water wash away the soap. Suddenly, a tongue licked the scum that hadn't been shaving off behind his ear, and Hoshiguma's teasing voice whispered in his ear, "Guess who kissed you without brushing their teeth?"

Breakfast is an even more intense form of torture.

Just as Su Rui picked up the orange juice, Lin Yuxia stopped the glass, poured half of it into her own, drank half, and then pressed the rim of the glass, still bearing the lip print, back onto his lips. When Swire was cutting bacon, he insisted on holding Su Rui's hand to help him wield the knife, making a teeth-grinding sound every time the knife sliced ​​across the plate.

"Open your mouth." Hoshiguma, forking a pancake drizzled with maple syrup, swaggered in front of him, but just as Suri leaned in, she suddenly turned and shoved it into her own mouth. The syrup glistened on her canine teeth. "Oops, slippery~"

Chen Huijie seemed the most docile—if one ignored the fact that she was using the end of her sword sheath to pry open Su Rui's collar to check if the marks left from last night had faded. When she noticed that a certain bluish fingerprint had faded, she even frowned, clicked her tongue, and pressed her hand heavily on it.

"You guys don't have to work today..." Suri tried to change the subject.

Four pairs of eyes shone like searchlights.

"Take a break." Chen Huijie wrapped the sword tassel around his wrist.

"Annual leave." Lin Yuxia fiddled with his belt buckle.

"Take a break~" Swire's tail hooked around his ankle.

Hoshiguma put her arm around his shoulder, the cold beer can making him shiver: "I'm unemployed, need someone to take me in?"

Suri looked into the living room—the suitcase was wide open, stuffed with suspicious ropes and empty bottles; on the coffee table were opened sunscreen and melted ice packs; the French windows reflected the entangled shadows of five people, like an absurd serial kidnapping case.

As Swire started stuffing strawberries into his collar, Lin Yuxia and Xingxiong argued about who should feed him coffee, and Chen Huijie quietly unbuttoned two of his buttons, Su Rui updated her status in the mental link:

"Keeped in captivity by four carnivores"

The accompanying photo was taken from the perspective of the dining table—a close-up of four different hands reaching out to him simultaneously, with half of a torn tie in the background.

Lin Yuxia rolled her eyes at Su Rui helplessly.

As the morning light licked through the curtains of the hotel suite, Swire's golden tail had already silently perked up.

Her emerald-green vertical pupils gleamed faintly in the dim bedroom as her fingertips gently parted the thin blanket wrapped around Su Rui's waist—Lin Yuxia's arms were firmly wrapped around him, her nails still bearing the pearl-colored nail polish from the previous night, gleaming coldly in the hazy light. Swire's nose wrinkled slightly, and she gave a silent, cold laugh.

"The stupid dragon is fast asleep."

Her gaze swept to the other side—Hoshiguma lay sprawled at the foot of the bed, one leg draped over Su Rui's calf, his tanned abs rising and falling slightly with his breath, a suspicious glistening at the corner of his mouth. Chen Huijie, on the other hand, was in a more upright position, but the tassel of her Crimson Sky Sword had somehow become wrapped around Su Rui's wrist, like some kind of silent mark of possession.

Swire's tail tip twitched happily.

"...a bunch of idiots."

She deftly pulled a spray bottle from her purse and gently pressed it in the direction of the three people—"Sandalwood Sleep Aid Special Edition," sponsored by Rhodes Island Medical Department, which can induce deep sleep within ten minutes, and upon waking, people will mistakenly think they are just too tired.

Lin Yuxia's nostrils twitched slightly, her brows furrowed unconsciously, and then she drifted into an even deeper sleep. Hoshiguma's snoring rose a notch, while Chen Huijie's sword tassel... was still wrapped around Su Rui's wrist.

Shi Huaiya squinted, deftly plucked a hair from her tail, and gently scratched Chen Huijie's nose.

"...Achoo!"

Chen Huijie jolted awake in her sleep, and Chixiao Suizi finally loosened. Taking advantage of the moment, Swire scooped up the still-sleeping Su Rui, hoisted her onto his shoulder with one hand, grabbed the sports car keys she had prepared beforehand with the other, and tiptoed out of the suite.

Hotel underground parking garage.

Swire's sports car—a custom-made scarlet Ferrari F8 Tributo—was quietly lurking in the VIP parking space, its body gleaming with a predatory, dangerous sheen under the cool white lights. She deftly opened the passenger door, shoved Suri inside, fastened his seatbelt, and thoughtfully adjusted him into a comfortable sleeping position.

"Sweetie, sleep a little longer~" She gently pinched Su Rui's cheek, then went around to the driver's seat and started the engine.

The roar of the engine exploded in the underground space. Swire floored the accelerator, and the sports car shot out of the garage like an arrow. The streets of Dosoles were almost deserted in the early morning. The asphalt was still damp with the night dew, and the tires splashed up tiny droplets of water as they rolled over it.

Swire held the steering wheel with one hand and turned on the car stereo with the other, instantly filling the cabin with upbeat electronic music. She glanced in the rearview mirror toward the hotel, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"If you can catch up, I'll admit defeat."

Suri was awakened by a violent centrifugal force.

He groggily opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Swire's profile so close to his—she was staring intently at the road ahead, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, and her emerald pupils narrowing into excited slits in the morning light.

"...Swire?" Su Rui's voice was still sleepy. She subconsciously touched her wrist—there was no sword tassel, no pinch marks from Lin Yuxia, and no saliva marks from Hoshiguma.

"Good morning~" Swire replied without turning her head, while simultaneously jerking the steering wheel, causing the sports car to drift around the corner. "Did you sleep well?"

Suri then noticed the scenery outside the window was rushing past at an alarming speed, the skyscrapers, palm trees, and billboards merging into blurry blocks of color. He silently gripped the armrest of his seat: "...Where are we going?"

"Let's go for a drive~" Swire suddenly slammed on the brakes, bringing the sports car to a near stop at a red light. She then turned to look at Suri, reaching out to tidy his messy hair. "And by the way..." her fingertips slid down his earlobe to his chin, her voice low, "...to steal you away."

Volume 11, Chapter 650: Let's sneak out first.

Suri's Adam's apple bobbed: "The three of them—"

"—Still dreaming." Swire proudly shook the empty spray bottle. "Enough to keep us playing until noon."

The red light turned green, and she slammed on the gas pedal, sending the sports car surging forward like a beast released from its cage. Suri was shoved back into her seat by the inertia, while Swire's laughter mingled with the engine's roar, echoing freely through the open windows.

Meanwhile, hotel suites.

Lin Yuxia was the first to wake up. She sat bolt upright, her long hair disheveled and falling over her shoulders, her dragon eyes narrowing into dangerous slits: "...Where's Su Rui?"

Hoshiguma rubbed her eyes and climbed up from the foot of the bed, yawning. "Huh? Not with you—Holy crap!" She suddenly widened her eyes, pointing to the empty center of the bed. "Where is she?!"

Chen Huijie had already rolled out of bed. Chixiao, its blade unsheathed three inches from its sheath, its tip pressed against a suspicious golden fuzz on the floor: "...Swire."

The three exchanged a glance and rushed toward their respective terminals.

Lin Yuxia's screen lit up first—an alert from the city traffic monitoring system sent by Su Rui was flashing: "Miss Swire's sports car was detected speeding through the seaside avenue at 6:47, at a speed of 217 km/h."

Hoshiguma whistled: "Wow, playing this big?"

Chen Huijie, her face expressionless, dialed the number: "Rent a sports car, now."

Hoshiguma turned his head and looked at him: "Old Chen, a motorcycle is more convenient."

Dosoles East District, the bridge across the sea.

Swire's sports car swept across the bridge like a red lightning bolt, the sea breeze carrying salty, damp air into the car. She held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand was stuffing mango sticky rice balls she had picked up from a roadside stall into Suri's mouth.

"Try it, it's a time-honored brand!" She couldn't help but laugh as she watched Su Rui's eyes squint from the sweetness. "It's much better than Old Chen's training meals that aren't spicy enough to kill you, right?"

Suri swallowed her dessert helplessly: "Aren't you afraid of them—"

"Scared?" Swire suddenly swerved, the sports car veering off the ramp. "I even planned the route!" She pointed to the car's navigation system, the screen displaying a meticulously marked escape map: "Arrive at the yacht marina at 7:15, head out to sea at 7:30, snorkel at the coral reef at 8:00..." Her tail slapped the seat with amusement. "Even if they take a helicopter, it'll take them at least three hours to chase you!"

Suri glanced silently at the rearview mirror—there was still no sign of a helicopter on the horizon. But as he turned his gaze back, Swire suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?"