Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 339 - : Unclean Ecstasy (Part 1)_1
Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Unclean Ecstasy (Part 1)_1
Su Gao had recovered well, and had even learned how to make jokes.
After Fu Qian treated her to a dessert, she was ready to leave. Before doing so, she expressed her longing for the bookstore.
“To sit here every day, doing nothing but reading books and eating desserts, is truly a delightful life!”
“It seems you have yet to adapt to your new identity. You’re a Demigod, after all, your ambitions are a bit lackluster.”
“To each their own, Mr. Fu. Aren’t you running this bookstore because you enjoy this kind of life?”
Enjoy it?
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Upon hearing Su Gao’s question, Fu Qian fell into contemplation, recalling all that he had done while the store was open.
“I enjoy it, but what I enjoy is different.”
“Hmm?”
In the midst of their pleasant conversation, Demigod Su finally stood up to say goodbye and left with determined steps.
And from the meaning in her words, she had already decided not to go back to find Yuan Shan.
Clearly, she hadn’t voiced it, but her heart was like a clear mirror.
She had long seen through Yuan Shan’s intention of using her to test him and was expressing her displeasure in this way.
And so was Fu Qian.
For him, this visit was fruitful not only for obtaining information about the Native Council but also for gaining a powerful ally he could summon at any time.
As for Yuan Shan, let her guess slowly.
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After cleaning up a pile of empty cartons, Fu Qian took off his mask.
…
[Identity verification complete, today’s work begins]
[Warning, containment breach]
[Name: Ecstasy of the Unclean, Code: 2-095]
After taking a day off, as soon as Fu Qian entered the warehouse, he was surrounded by a cluster of pink fog.
He was completely unfazed by this.
Only, the color of the fog was quite special, a bright red swirling around, making the dim space look oddly intimate.
[Today’s work content updated: Enter the containment scene of 2-095, complete re-containment]
[Choose the Skill and equipment you wish to carry]
No restrictions on abilities? Good news.
Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction, starting to configure according to the reminder.
His Skill configuration plan was actually quite simple—bring everything that could be brought, since he hadn’t reached the limit yet.
As for the equipment, he chose to wear three rings again, playing the Ring King.
[Entering 2-095 containment scene]
[Current SAN Points 194, current Inspiration 71]
[…1%…5%…15%…55%…75%…95%…100%, containment scene loading complete]
[It’s a quiet night, and you’ve wandered into a place you shouldn’t have.
Everything before your eyes is so unthinkable, constantly assaulting your cognition.
As your horizons broaden, you also get drawn into trouble]
What’s going on?
The moment his vision returned, Fu Qian almost thought the warehouse had crashed during loading.
Because in front of him was the same darkness tinged with pink.
But the warmth from behind him quickly dismissed that possibility.
“Guess who I am?”
With his eyes covered, an elegant and pleasing voice spoke up from behind him.
Female, alive, a stranger.
Before the other person had finished speaking, Fu Qian had already reached a series of conclusions in his mind.
Refined and slim fingers, the soft scent of hand cream, as well as the soft yet firm touch and heat from behind, indicating the presence of a living body filled with flesh and blood.
Not only was she at the peak of her youth, but she was also well-maintained.
And faced with this suggestive question, Fu Qian didn’t rush to respond.
From the earlier introduction, it was clear that his identity was that of an uninvited guest.
This woman probably mistook me for someone else.
Because from the touch, I can tell that I was wearing a half-mask.
A masquerade ball? Then I sneaked in? And now someone mistook me and approached me?
If this speculation holds true, the trouble mentioned in the introduction was certainly not unfounded.
However, unlike the Messenger, this mask, although made of extraordinary material, was in essence just an ordinary mask—just like the woman behind me.
Though she was brimming with the vigor of life, she was certainly not a Transcendent.
After half a second of consideration, Fu Qian gave up on the idea of knocking the person out directly and turned around.
A young matron stood behind him.
Her intricate black and gold mask was outlined with complex patterns around her eyes, and her pert chin and luscious red lips were exposed.
Below was a long, floor-sweeping dress that outlined her shapely figure, with decorations so opulent they dazzled the eye, her whole attire was no doubt of great value.
“Oops! It seems I mistook you for someone else!”
The moment Fu Qian turned around, she seemed to realize her mistake and let out a surprised cry, covering her mouth.
Fu Qian was not at all surprised by this.
After all, it was commonly known that these half-face masks were basically the same concept as women disguised as men in television dramas.
Now they were even seen as something of a novelty item.
For anyone remotely familiar with so-called masquerade balls, recognizing someone was hardly a challenge.
While contemplating what to use to gag her if she were to scream, to his surprise, the woman burst into laughter instead of screaming.
“To think that I mistook someone else, it’s really… just wonderful!”
While saying so, she even licked her lips with her bright red tongue.
Hmm? Mistaking someone was a good thing?
What kind of thought process was this?
The young matron’s reaction was indeed unexpected.
“Sir, would you mind if I ask you for a dance?”
The next moment, this elegantly dressed young matron took the initiative to invite Fu Qian.
“Like them?”
Fu Qian gestured towards the back of the young matron.
By this time, he had already observed the surroundings once.
The place was a not very large banquet hall, dimly lit at the moment, with ambiguous music playing.
Upstairs and downstairs, there were about a hundred masked men and women of various skin colors and ages, wearing extravagantly outrageous dresses, milling about.
Meanwhile, in the dance floor beside them, quite a few gentlemen and ladies were paired up, stepping out well-practiced dance moves, with sober earnestness.
Of course, if they were willing to wear a bit more, it would have been more earnest.
Unfortunately, at this point, the only thing covering their bodies was the mask.
“Of course,”
The young matron looked at Fu Qian and said very naturally.
Had he accidentally stumbled into some kind of perverts’ gathering?
Fu Qian thought to himself.
By now he had looked around once and out of so many people, there wasn’t a single Transcendent present, all ordinary people.
But rouges are judged not by their origins, and although it was just a group of ordinary people, that did not prevent their actions from causing a mental impact on others.
“No, I won’t.”
Faced with the passionate invitation of the young matron, Fu Qian shook his head in refusal.
The woman was obviously surprised, but her reaction was once again unexpected.
“Are you being so direct?”
The young matron moved closer to him, her gaze becoming even more suggestive.
“Actually, I also think maintaining a bit of mystery would be better.”
“Shall we go to the side to rest? I believe you are quite delectable.”
Was she inviting him to a room for something unspeakable?
“Sure.”
