Chapter 217: Only I Practice My Law Chapter 217: Sexual Seduction?

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Jin Douna tightly closed her eyes, her breathing rapid and forceful.

Get a little closer, and you could feel that scorching air blowing straight onto your neck, carrying a lewd attraction that tempted one to keep drawing near.

Jin Douna squeezed her legs tightly together, as if there were something inside.

The flesh faithfully reflected the nerves' stirring, and thought sank into a strange dullness, as if all energy and strength were spent on obtaining pleasure.

Chen Yi drew only two circles before hastily stopping.

He himself could hardly bear it anymore.

If he pounced now, this Korean beauty would surely not oppose it—her consciousness was nearly gone, leaving only instinctive reactions.

However, a young man's fantasies were far from suited to such an approach.

Chen Yi then thought, better to draw a circle for himself—just treat it as God helping me jerk off... but then he pictured the white-bearded old man and felt disgusted, stopping once more.

Better to cripple oneself than rely on another—except for beauties.

On the porch of heaven, this couplet should be posted: The wicked old society, the common people suffer most; the new world of doing as one pleases, the leadership is unluckiest; public servants jerk off for the people—thinking such a day would come in the future, public servants should firmly suppress the people.

Jin Douna whimpered as she panted.

On the black high-backed leather chair, water stains were visible.

Her knee-length red short skirt unconsciously rode up, revealing her white legs, like fresh lotus root just scooped from the water.

Looking closely, Jin Douna's legs were actually quite beautiful; though not stunningly gorgeous, they were straight, snow-white, and flawless, merely obscured by her overly exquisite waist.

It couldn't be helped—most of the time Chen Yi's gaze remained fixed on the twisting of that exquisite wasp waist.

He engaged in a fierce, fierce ideological struggle, unwilling to pounce yet reluctant to leave, so he practiced combat skills in the room, expending stamina and stopping thought.

Unexpectedly, this made his body's link to the Magic Net remarkably quick.

Those multicolored pipes appeared before Chen Yi in a realistic, seemingly three-dimensional pattern.

He raised his head and saw a thick, transparent red pipe outside which black things were wrapped, like a dirty gas pipeline.

He lowered his head and saw a medium-sized transparent green official road, outside which black objects were likewise wrapped.

Looking into the distance, he saw countless pipelines being laid.

And nearby, the installed pipelines awaited the transport of gas.

He searched carefully and finally discovered that all pipelines ultimately connected to a fixed valve. The valve was enormous, like a bank treasury, gurgling as it absorbed gases of different colors.

This was the Magic Net?

This was the Magic Net leading into my body.

Chen Yi lightly raised his hand, brushing away the black, tar-like substance on the upper red pipe.

They were very hard and very stubborn, but were eventually removed.

The red pipe's flow speed became much faster.

Chen Yi then brushed away the black objects wrapped around the green pipes one by one, and turned his gaze to the installed gas pipelines on the right side.

There, they were almost completely shrouded and occupied by black objects, with no gas visible being transmitted or flowing.

Cleaning these places was extremely slow, like peeling a cocoon to draw out silk; who knows how long passed before he finally cleaned one pipe, seeing faint gas flowing inside, at about one-tenth the speed of the fast-flowing pipe.

"After I connect to the Magic Net, the battle qi I draw in comes like this."

Chen Yi thought to himself: below Body Technique Level 9, one relies on the body's explosive power in combat and need not say more, but after combat skill level connects to the Magic Net, if the intensity and replenishment speed of battle qi are determined by the number and flow speed of pipes, then all pipes must be cleaned—almost impossible. No wonder so many Kingdom Knights are stuck at Level 9 Combat and cannot rise.

Perhaps the temples have some method, like Toilet Spirit, to remove these black tar-like substances and thus cultivate characters like Holy Knights? That's why Kingdom Knights can only enter the level of Divine Arts after joining a temple.

But not every Kingdom Knight who joins a temple can become a Holy Knight.

This shows the temple's Toilet Spirit formula is still not good enough.

In a daze, Chen Yi's strength was exhausted, and he came to. He took a deep breath, and his lungs instantly filled with pure oxygen.

That was battle qi unconsciously separating air, thus better replenishing stamina.

Chen Yi let that mass of oxygen circle twice inside his body, feeling it had already replaced the carbon dioxide in the red cells, then exhaled a huge amount of waste gas.

Experts at Combat Skill Level are highly efficient at whatever they do.

Of course, using battle qi to separate oxygen belongs to less efficient things. But since battle qi was extremely abundant, Chen Yi also could not change it.

It was only now that he realized this run of combat skill practice was different from usual.

Jin Douna had long fallen into a deep sleep; she had also expended considerable energy.

Chen Yi helped her adjust to a more comfortable posture, tiptoed away, and then played with the Curse Ink in his hand, thinking: I was not directly eroded by curse power, so what prompted me to enter deep combat skill practice?

Surely not a simple human factor.

Could it be sexual stimulation?

Chen Yi suddenly thought of the Dual Cultivation Great Art, and his calm heart nearly drooled.

A Level 2 Curse Potion can control an object of 2 kilograms (20 newtons), but for the miraculous Magic Net, perhaps a force of 1 newton... 0.1 newton, 0.01 newton... is enough to bring about a heaven-shaking, earth-destroying climax...

Truly a Divine Pill!

Truly a Magic Pill!

Li Lianying back then perhaps made his fortune relying on Curse Potions; maybe it was a secret art of Nanyang head-lowering masters?

Chen Yi stood beneath the statue of Jiangning University's first principal, counting emperors and generals through the ages, feeling he was truly overly upright.

On the tree-lined avenue of Jiangning University, the coming and going of female students, male students, rabbits, sparrows, and ants could never guess what the passing male student was thinking in his heart.

A world where one cannot guess another's mind is truly a pure world.

The next day.

Chen Yi tidied his appearance, carefully carrying various scrolls as he set out from his dormitory, preparing to go to Jiangnan Wharf to meet Yu Weichao — that political science PhD who belonged neither to the elite world nor to the commoner world — when Lin Yuan stopped him.

Having grown somewhat familiar with each other, Lin Yuan earnestly demanded without reservation: "The Archery League will hold the Asian regional championship at our school next month on the third, using our school's gymnasium as the home venue. According to Jiang University regulations, the Finance Academy needs to provide some programs for the intermissions, ideally for the opening and closing ceremonies. I want to borrow your Martial Arts Hall students."

"Can't the Finance Academy organize programs itself?"

"Solo singing, street dance, piano solo, and chorus — all shot down." Lin Yuan said expressionlessly.

Chen Yi rubbed his forehead; he would have shot down such programs himself.

Could college students' solo singing, street dance, piano solo, and chorus possibly be stronger than professional athletes? Not even a trace of uplifting youthful breath could be seen.

But he merely smiled and said: "I understand, but the Martial Arts Hall students have their own affairs. If you have requests, you can talk to the instructors."

Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna were not easy to talk to.

Lin Yuan's home was near the Martial Arts Hall, so she wouldn't be fooled; she continued blocking him and said: "You're the Hall Master, right?"

"I don't handle these matters," Chen Yi said, trying to step past Lin Yuan.

The latter reacted quickly, sidestepped a pace, and once again stood in front of Chen Yi.

However, though her body blocked the way, the difference in strength between them was too great; Lin Yuan cried "Ya!" and fell backward, head down and feet up.

Chen Yi sighed softly and had to reach out to pull her up, lest the back of her head strike the steps and produce unforeseeable consequences.

Lin Yuan was terrified, clutching Chen Yi's hand for a long time without letting go.

The two embraced, pressed so closely together.

Lin Yuan had not yet regained her senses, but Chen Yi was a young man who had only recently been stimulated; he immediately reined himself in and went into combat readiness.

"Unfortunately, it's jeans."

Chen Yi was pressed until it hurt a little, so he had to actively push Lin Yuan away, secretly regretting it in his heart.

Though she was a somewhat stubborn Communist Youth League beauty, she was after all a beauty.

Lin Yuan steadied herself a little, her breathing grew quieter, and she said "Thank you" gratefully, then glanced at Chen Yi with a strange look and said: "I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman."

Chen Yi thought: If you weren't equipped with the high-grade equipment only miners have, I really couldn't guarantee what kind of beast I am.

He hehe laughed twice, not daring to take the bait.

Lin Yuan added on her own: "If you don't let go again, I'll prepare to use my knee."

Chen Yi's face twitched, thinking to himself: If you dare use your knee, I'll make you climax in front of the building!

One bright, one dark, both felt they hadn't lost out. Lin Yuan continued the previous topic: "Since you're a gentleman, then having hugged me just now, you should send Martial Arts Hall students as compensation."

"You're a true Communist Youth League member, bravely facing the landlord and capitalist." Chen Yi's words and expression were equally sincere.

Lin Yuan smiled gratefully and said: "So you agree? Oh, I'm now a Preparatory Party Member."

"Pretty good, but impossible."

"I really am a Preparatory Party Member now." Lin Yuan raised her eyebrows, and her innate affability seemed to disappear, like an offended Red Guard.

Chen Yi stared blankly for a good while before saying: "What I said was impossible is about the students; I won't lend them to you."

No matter how pretty Lin Yuan was, he wouldn't agree to such conditions; Martial Arts Hall equipment was fine for playing around in Jiangning, but rising to the level of the state would not be good.

"Chen Yi—" Lin Yuan twitched her nose, suddenly shifting from heroic and dashing to charming and lovable.

Chen Yi unconsciously thought: Could the Class Monitor be trying to seduce me with lust?

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