82: Uncontrollable plush toy collectors

Scattered fragments came to mind; it seemed the BOSS had begged her to put on the Soul-Binding Ring when she lost control.

"Aaaaah..."

Ling Qi couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her face, but the moment she lifted her arm—the soreness made her gasp in pain again.

"Why are my arms sore too??? Shouldn't it be my waist?"

Recalling the entire process over those "few days," she vaguely remembered being manipulated into several positions by that fluff-loving woman.

Her arms were sore precisely because of one of those positions.

["Hehehe... Little fox, you can't escape. Hand over your tail obediently! Hehehe..."] — A perverted moment from Shang Wan Ning.

"Hiss..." Ling Qi couldn't help but shiver.

[Scumbag woman! Scumbag Empress, she's much more ruthless than me.]

Ling Qi pursed her lips. [Is it too late to regret now? If I had known, I wouldn't have targeted the BOSS from the start.]

She gave a self-deprecating laugh, covered her eyes with her hand, and muttered, "Being a face-con will be the death of me!"

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open softly, and Shang Wan Ning walked in, having changed into her pajamas.

"Secretary-General, you're awake!" Shang Wan Ning asked with a smile.

Ling Qi wanted to respond, but due to the "torture" she had endured over the past few days, her throat was painfully dry, as if it had lost all moisture, making her completely unable to make a sound.

Shang Wan Ning noticed Ling Qi's condition and walked to the bedside with a smile, considerately pouring her a cup of Spiritual Spring Water and handing it to her.

Ling Qi quickly took the cup and began to gulp it down.

"Gulp, gulp..." After a few sounds, the cup was empty.

Seeing this, Shang Wan Ning unhesitatingly refilled the cup several times, continuing to look after her as she drank.

Just like that, Ling Qi drank seven or eight cups of Spiritual Spring Water in a row.

As the Spiritual Spring Water slid down her throat, the coolness instantly soothed the pain, making Ling Qi feel as if her 'entire ghost life' had been sublimated.

In her pleasant mood, her fox tails, which had been rubbed bald, popped out again.

Seeing this, Shang Wan Ning's curiosity and excitement grew stronger. Her gaze fixed on Ling Qi's six soft tails, and a long-hidden fetish in her mind was instantly triggered.

Ling Qi felt creeped out and uncomfortable under that gaze, so she hurriedly used both hands to stuff her tails back. Then she pulled the quilt over herself, wrapping it tightly so only her head was visible, staring at Shang Wan Ning with a vigilant expression.

[This goes to show—just how perverted the fluff-loving Shang Wan Ning is!!!]

Seeing Ling Qi acting as if she were facing a great enemy, Shang Wan Ning's lips curled up slightly, and she let out a soft laugh, comforting her gently: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you 'now'. However, your tails are truly adorable, Secretary-General. They make one—make a god—unable to part with them!" After saying this, she couldn't resist reaching out to touch Ling Qi's perky buttocks.

Ling Qi shifted her bottom awkwardly, trying to dodge Shang Wan Ning's reaching hand, muttering to herself: [Won't do anything now? More like she wants me to rest well so I can get up and go to work early.]

"Alright, get some good rest. If you need anything, just call for me."

Seeing Ling Qi dodge, Shang Wan Ning didn't push further. She stood up, straightened her hem, and prepared to leave the room.

Ling Qi nodded, gave a numb response, and watched Shang Wan Ning leave.

[I never expected the BOSS to trigger her Divinity at a time like that. Now even her way of referring to herself has changed. Surely she won't 'play with a fox to attain the Dao' in the future...] — The Secretary-General, who had been played to exhaustion, expressed that this fox was very worried about her life!

...A week later, Shang Wan Ning was wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Her gaze was focused and serious, but a closer look revealed a hint of imperceptible irritability.

She frowned slightly and pursed her lips; clearly, her mood today was not pleasant.

"Secretary-General, why have you been avoiding me these past few days?" Shang Wan Ning lay on the desk, burying her face in the crook of her arm, her voice sounding muffled.

[It's been a week without any intimacy; my heart is like it's overgrown with weeds—restless and uneasy!]

"BOSS, your Subordinate is not intentionally avoiding you. It's just that work has been busy lately, and I am truly a bit exhausted," Ling Qi replied calmly, standing respectfully to the side with documents in hand.

Shang Wan Ning looked up, her eyes wide as she scrutinized Ling Qi, her face showing clear disbelief. "The workload hasn't been heavy lately, and I haven't scheduled any overtime for you in the evenings."

"Does the BOSS not remember what happened last night?" Ling Qi's brow furrowed as she tried to restrain her emotions.

[Damn! How can you forget everything after a night's sleep? What kind of god is as innocent as you?]

[Freeloader god! Who else would mutter things like 'Hehehe... little fox' all night long...]

"Remember what! And why have you been acting so strange these past few days, as if I'm going to devour you?"

Ling Qi's face was cold, her gaze heavy. The temperature around her dropped, causing Shang Wan Ning, who was leaning against her office chair, to shiver from the cold.

"Secretary-General, you..." Shang Wan Ning tensed up and sat up properly.

Ignoring her, Ling Qi pulled a Recording Stone from her pocket and tossed it onto the desk.

Then, holding her waist with both hands, she waddled out of the office like a duck, one step at a time, without looking back.

Shang Wan Ning hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out to activate the Recording Stone. The images that met her eyes made her feel terrible.

In the recording, she saw herself acting like a bully—forceful, overbearing, and even somewhat unreasonable... Shang Wan Ning's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple. She scrambled to turn off the video, but the more she panicked, the more chaotic it became... Half an hour later, Shang Wan Ning took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions, while calling out to the system in her mind: "Xiao Si! Get out here right now! What on earth is going on?"

Xiao Si's voice rang out in her mind: "What's wrong, Host? Is there a problem?"

Shang Wan Ning's face was still flushed as she said embarrassedly, "Why would I do something like that?"

She truly couldn't imagine how Ling Qi must have felt at the time; after all, that scene was just too embarrassing—rubbing the base of her tail like a madwoman.

Xiao Si explained calmly, "Because the Host's current strength is too low, the Divinity within your Divine Body was 'stimulated' and triggered, which is why these special reactions occurred."

"Coupled with external factors—being a furry-lover! It caused the Host to lose her mind and perform some uncontrollable actions."

"However, the Host doesn't need to worry too much. As time passes and your strength increases, these issues will gradually disappear."

"Furthermore, the 'censored' memories are only forgotten under specific circumstances and won't have much impact on daily life. As for the Secretary-General, she might just need to put more strain on her 'waist'."

With a "thud," Shang Wan Ning buried her head deep into the nearby sofa.

"Waaaah! Why don't I have any memories of it? Fox tails! A whole six of them!"