Chapter 734: Goblin

Within three seconds, the whole room changed from a "bombed shelter" to a "slightly lived‑in normal bedroom".

Only the flattened cake remained on the floor; Heimu bent down, picked it up, and tossed it into the trash can.

A chair appeared behind her.

It had a dark wooden frame, a purple velvet seat cushion, and a backrest just high enough for her to rest her arm on.

Heimu sat down, crossed their legs, one leg over the other, and the heel of the black long boots swayed slightly in midair.

She propped her head with one hand, watching the Fen Mao girl still lying motionless on the floor, choosing to play dead to escape reality.

"Come, let's talk."

Xi Lian did not move.

But Heimu no longer looked at her face; they brought up the System Panel, and their gaze fell on the few joy entries floating above Xi Lian's head.

The first entry, "Jia Baili's Blessing (Internet‑addicted Girl)", had a note in parentheses: "In the process of becoming a waste person, progress about 67%, accompanied by an emoticon (-v-)."

The entry's title had a very Aha style—precise yet punchable.

The second entry, Goblin Enthusiast.

Heimu's mouth twitched.

What the heck.

The third entry, x repression.

It even had a note: "Mild degree, only stays at the level of fantasy."

Aha probably thought that adding such an explanation after those three words was merciful enough for her.

Heimu closed the entry panel and looked back at Xi Lian.

The latter finally sluggishly climbed off the cushion, bowed her head, dared not look at Heimu, obediently sat back on the cushion, hands on her knees, so proper she could be a sitting‑posture model for a kindergarten.

She could feel Heimu's aura enveloping the whole room, a suffocating quiet pressure silently radiating from the crossed‑legged figure, more terrifying than any being she had ever encountered.

But her gaze still drifted uncontrollably downward, landing on Heimu's boot that was gently swaying in midair.

The black over‑knee boots had a matte leather surface that, under the cold white light of the screen, glimmered with a delicate, polished‑obsidian‑like sheen.

The shaft clung to the slender calf, rising to just below the knee, with a thin dark‑purple rim at the opening, its pattern a miniature star‑orbit diagram.

The heel wasn't high, but its shape was exquisitely refined, like an elongated black droplet swaying in midair; each swing lifted the toe just enough to reveal a thin dark‑red line on the sole.

Xi Lian's gaze followed the heel's two swings, and a barely audible gurgle escaped her throat.

Oh.......

Her eyes quietly shifted upward.

Above the shaft, the calf was wrapped in black stockings, which under the cold light showed a semi‑matte texture; from ankle to knee the lines tapered perfectly, the front curve smooth, the calf muscle a gentle swell, the knit slightly stretched there, revealing the cool white skin beneath.

Where the legs overlapped, the slight shadow in the knee hollow deepened against the black stockings, the stocking edge disappearing into the skirt's shadow, leaving only a strip of the "absolute territory" exposed.

Xi Lian swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

In her mind, an uncontrollable image flashed: if she were a goblin.

The tiny kind, with green skin and pointed ears, about as tall as Heimu's knees.

Then she would lure the Black Curtain Lady back to her little nest, arranging it cozily with soft cushions and blankets, tiny string lights on the walls, and a corner stocked with scavenged snacks and sparkling trinkets.

The Black Curtain Lady was bound to the cushion with soft yet unyielding vines, her hands lifted overhead, her violet‑black eyes wide, lips pressed, striving to keep her usual haughty, aloof expression, though the base of her ears had already begun to redden.

She whispered "Let me go" while trying to keep her voice steady, a face desperately masking panic yet unable to hide shame—oh my god.

Xi Lian's face flushed even more.

It wasn't a shy redness, but an excited one.

Her mouth twitched upward involuntarily, then she forced it back down; the two expressions clashed on her face, forming a subtle curve.

Her hands kneaded each other on her knees, fingers intertwining, then releasing, then intertwining again.

So stimulating.

She felt no shame at all.

The word "shame" seemed temporarily erased from her emotional lexicon by that entry.

In its place rose an increasingly intense excitement, like a soda shaken ten times and then opened, bubbles gurgling up.

In her mind she had already reached the third act: the Black Curtain Lady being tickled (…just like that), finally unable to hold back laughter, tears at the corners of her eyes, a forced shedding of all defenses, a forced display of softness.

Xi Lian buried her head deeper, her chin nearly touching her collarbone, pink shoulder‑length hair falling to cover her entire face.

The tips of her two hands tapped rapidly on her knees, as if keeping a rhythm only she knew.

If she lifted her head, she would see Heimu's expression at that moment.

Heimu's mouth was slightly open, eyes wide in astonishment.

The violet‑black eyes were larger than ever, the hand supporting the head frozen in midair, fingers still in the chin‑rest pose, though she had forgotten she was still doing so.

A translucent data panel hovered before her—not an entry panel, but Xi Lian's real‑time mental activity monitoring interface.

Those mental activities were not shown as abstract emotional waves but line by line, with subjects, predicates, objects, even scene descriptions—ready to be used as detailed prose for a light‑novel submission.

Each line refreshed.

The refresh rate was so fast the edge of the System Panel lit up with a yellow high‑load warning.

"【Goblin Form·Operation Plan First Stage: Bind the lady to the cushion with vines】"

"【Vine material selection: moderately elastic Dream‑Vine, ensuring it won't choke the wrist】"

"【Lady's reaction prediction: mouth‑hard → ears redden → avoid gaze → bite lip → eventual surrender】"

"【Desire for the lady's boot】"

"【Desire to kiss the lady's fingers】"

"【Want to hear the lady command 'let go' with that voice that strives to keep authority yet trembles at the end】"

"【When the lady's proud expression cracks a seam…】"

Heimu's pupils were violently trembling.

By the definition of 18-rated, this content probably hasn't reached that yet, but by the definition of "making the imagined target feel scalp-tingling", it's already far exceeded the limit.

Moreover, she noticed a detail: in all of Xi Lian's fantasy scenarios, Heimu is always the one being pressed down onto the ground.