13: Chapter 13 Twenty Times Critical Hit! A Shameful Loot

Jiang Ning's mind buzzed. Her back was pressed tightly against the mottled, rough, cold, and hard wall, while in front of her was Fang Che's scorching breath, heavy with an intense sense of oppression.

"Fang Che... are you finished yet... how long has it even been since we rested..." She gritted her teeth and whispered a protest, though she didn't realize herself that her broken, trailing voice carried an unmistakable tremor, like a cat whose vital point had been pressed.

After the chaos in the ruins, she should have resisted; she had even acted as sharp as ever in the carriage earlier. But that kind of act was like a dam forcibly breached—once the defense failed, the reason she prided herself on collapsed rapidly under his aggressive control. Her legs, previously tensed in resistance, unexpectedly went weak under the command of that warm palm, and she even found herself, beyond her own control, pressing toward the source of that heat.

Fang Che didn't speak, merely letting out a low chuckle from his throat.

The sense of triumph in that laughter made Jiang Ning's cheeks burn even hotter.

"Screw you..." She turned her head away. Her voice no longer held that fierce, go-getter edge; instead, it carried a hint of coquettish anger she didn't even notice herself.

Fang Che leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Don't fight it. Be a little more compliant, and perhaps I can finish sooner."

"In... your... dreams!" Shame and anger surged in her heart. Jiang Ning trembled all over, and like a provoked little beast, she bit down recklessly onto Fang Che's firm arm.

The bite was not light, carrying the weight of her frustration. Fang Che lowered his eyes to gaze at her. The bangs on the girl's forehead were dampened by a fine sheen of sweat, clinging to her flushed cheeks, revealing a kind of broken stubbornness.

The subsequent assault was like a sweeping tide, drowning the narrow space with no room for refusal. The grainy texture of the wall and the heat of their bodies intertwined, branding both the pain and an inexplicable thrill deep into her senses.

In the cramped room, there was only the increasingly rapid, sweat-drenched sound of breathing, which seemed exceptionally abrupt in the dead-silent ruins. Jiang Ning's consciousness gradually blurred; all resistance dissipated under this continuous onslaught, leaving only instinctive trembling.

She bit her lower lip tightly, feeling like a lone boat tossed repeatedly at the center of a storm, waiting in extreme tension for that single string to snap.

...

In the living room.

"Did you guys... hear any strange noises?"

A timid girl stopped eating her bread and asked in a low voice.

Another girl immediately pricked up her ears: "It seems so... it's coming from that room."

Lin Xinyi listened carefully. As someone who knew the ropes, her expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

It's that bitch Jiang Ning again!

Why! What kind of vixen tactics did she use to get Fang Che to do it with her again and again!

The bread in her hand was crushed out of shape, crumbs falling in a flurry.

Mu Waner silently put down her water bottle, head lowered, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her eyes.

Su Qingxue frowned, her gaze behind her glasses filled with displeasure. What she was worried about wasn't the romance, but the damage such things did to the team's discipline and morale.

A vein throbbed on Teacher Qin Bing's temple.

These two young people were simply messing around in such a desperate situation! But she also knew clearly that Fang Che was the only hope for this team's survival, and that damned "Creation Agreement" rule was something no one could interfere with.

Several curious girls quietly approached the door. As the distance closed, the desperately suppressed sounds became clear and real. Their expressions became exceptionally complex—disdain, jealousy, and even a kind of bewilderment at an unknown power.

Inside the room, the dim light filtering in from outside the window swayed violently against the wall. With the final ascent of emotion, all the clamor came to an abrupt halt.

...

[Talent: Absolute Critical Hit triggered—]

[Critical Hit Multiplier: × 20]!

This surging power followed their tightly pressed skin, completely breaking through Jiang Ning's final line of defense.

"Ah—!"

That long-suppressed cry finally erupted completely at this moment.

Almost at the same time.

In the living room, in the ears of every girl, that cold system broadcast sounded with crystal clarity!

[Creation Agreement triggered—Fang Che × Jiang Ning]

The sound was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap, detonating explosively in the dead-silent living room.

All the speculation, whether open or hidden, was confirmed at this moment in the most direct and cruel way.

"Ah!"

The few girls eavesdropping screamed in fright, scrambling back to the crowd, their faces as pale as paper.

The entire house fell into an eerie silence.

Lin Xinyi's fingernails dug deeply into her palms, and she didn't even notice the blood seeping out. She stared fixedly at that room door, venomous hatred almost spilling from her eyes.

Teacher Qin Bing closed her eyes in exhaustion.

She felt an unprecedented sense of headache and annoyance toward these two young people.

Great, now everyone knows.

The last shred of dignity remaining in this team had been torn to shreds by this system announcement.

...

Inside the room.

Inside the room, Fang Che braced himself against the wall, his chest heaving violently. He looked down at Jiang Ning, who was lying limp like a pool of spring water beneath him, realizing that he had indeed lost control a bit this time.

However, with the surging sense of power fed back from the Critical Hit, that feeling of having everything under control once again filled his consciousness.