108: Peacocks that are too delicious

Hongtu Flight lived up to its reputation as a luxury starship; the security and monitoring facilities on board were top-notch.

When Tu Nan arrived, the area in front of Kong Jiamu's door was already in a state of chaos.

Staff members were busy soothing the emotions of two ladies.

The younger sister was clutching her arm, sobbing uncontrollably with her makeup completely ruined. The older sister had cold sweat on her forehead, gritting her teeth and refusing to answer any questions.

Wei Yang arrived in a hurry; the old captain had rushed over at high speed, and while listening to his subordinates' reports, he knocked on the room door.

Regardless of the circumstances, the safety of the guests was his primary concern. He believed the Young Master wouldn't resort to violence against ladies without reason, but... he couldn't just hide and not come out.

Wei Yang was truly pitiable; Tu Nan felt somewhat sorry for the old man.

Just as he attempted to use his captain's authority to swipe the door open, it was pulled open from the inside. Kong Jiamu appeared, soaking wet and haphazardly wrapped in a towel around his waist.

Water dripped from his hair in clumps. His cheeks were flushed with an unnatural heat, his eyes were hazy, and he braced himself against the door with a deep frown.

"Exactly... what is the matter!" he asked through gritted teeth.

The chaos at the door paused for a second as everyone was stunned by this vividly sensual sight.

Absolute beauty is genderless, Tu Nan mused. Kong Jiamu often wore military uniforms or overly flamboyant clothing, but in truth, it was only when he wore nothing at all that one could truly understand Nature's definition of 'magnificent refinement.'

It was a kind of Tumi blossom, a full blooming, a beauty that invited one to pluck and ravage it—a kind of raw sensuality.

Aside from Tu Nan, the first person on the scene to regain his senses was Captain Wei Yang.

He took a step forward, carefully observing Kong Jiamu's state, and asked with almost total certainty, "A drug reaction?"

Kong Jiamu turned his head toward him, but his eyes lacked focus.

"Yes." He nodded, keeping his explanation as brief as possible. "Knockout drug. It's fine. Wait for me."

Wei Yang chose to believe him, signaling his subordinates to take the injured ladies for treatment first. Everything else would wait until Kong Jiamu was sober.

Tu Nan rushed forward, blocking the door that was about to close.

"Jiamu... what happened to you? I couldn't find you at the ballroom so I came looking here. Didn't you check your messages?"

The feathers behind Kong Jiamu's ears twitched slightly. He heard a familiar voice and smelled a sweet, fragrant scent, struggling to open his eyes wide.

Pearl. Pearl's anxious face appeared.

Tu Nan lightly touched his arm and was startled by his burning temperature. Frowning, she asked, "Why are you so hot? What kind of drug? Are you really okay?"

Wei Yang stood seriously to the side, pretending he hadn't heard a thing.

Kong Jiamu gasped heavily and suddenly grabbed her cold little hand. His entire body was in pain, and the cold water he had just showered in seemed to turn into steam, boiling around his body.

"Pearl?" he confirmed again, also casting a discreet glance at Wei Yang, though he couldn't even see Wei Yang's face clearly.

"It is Young Miss Pearl," Wei Yang confirmed.

Only then did Kong Jiamu feel at ease. He allowed himself to embrace this fresh, clean, sweet, and soft Female Beast, asking pitifully.

"Stay with me, okay?" He gently pulled Tu Nan inside the door.

The onlookers had various expressions. Tu Nan didn't care about them; she was about to succeed!

Blushing, she did not refuse Kong Jiamu but followed his lead... and entered the room.

Kong Jiamu closed the door in front of everyone and immediately hugged Tu Nan, pinning her against the door panel.

The sound of the thud was exceptionally clear.

The people outside the door heard it clearly as well. The staff members exchanged looks with one another.

Wei Yang shook his head, sighed, and turned around to quickly help clear the area. Couldn't they see that even though the two ladies present were in terrible pain, their faces were still turning green?

Inside the room.

For the first time, Kong Jiamu's kiss was so aggressive. His rationality was actually very limited, and his instinctive desires were constantly rising.

He pressed firmly against Tu Nan, pinning both of her hands above her head with just one of his, while his other hand wandered over her body. However, the pressure was a bit heavy; rather than a caress, it was more like a kneading.

Tu Nan let out the kind of pitiful wail a small animal makes when it is pinned down.

She let out a soft, muffled groan because the lips she used to speak were completely captured by his mouth.

Kong Jiamu's scorching breath was about to ignite her along with him.

In the midst of this intense friction, the towel hanging around Kong Jiamu's waist finally... slipped to the floor.

Both of them paused for a moment.

Kong Jiamu had released a bit of his passion in that fervent kiss, gaining a sliver of clarity as his brain came back online.

"Is it okay?" He never forced a lady. Even in this situation, as long as Pearl refused, he could guarantee her a safe departure.

Seeing Kong Jiamu's spirited state down there, Tu Nan chuckled softly.

"Haven't I made myself clear enough, Colonel Kong?" Tu Nan's hand was soft and boneless, yet it made one's blood boil.

She looked up at this playboy who was unexpectedly principled at this moment, her eyes bright and lively.

"Look, my dress for today has been soaked by you. You must remember to buy me a new one."

Kong Jiamu noticed that her thin white gown was soaked by the water on his body. He swallowed and murmured his praise.

"No problem. You're so beautiful today... you smell so good..."

The scent was a steady woody fragrance that ladies rarely used. Pearl had used it today to match her outfit, giving her a sense of dignified divinity.

But now, the dress clung to her translucently, and her white skin with a hint of pink was faintly visible beneath it.

Like a fallen god... Kong Jiamu embraced her reverently.

"Please allow me..."

He pleaded.

Tu Nan applied a little pressure with her hand, causing Kong Jiamu's entire body to jolt with excitement.

"Allowed," she responded, and then said in a commanding tone: "Now, hold me."

Tu Nan glanced at the time. Half an hour. Everything was just right.

She was hungry.

Kong Jiamu scooped her up. It wasn't just this short period today; in his daze, he felt as though he... had been holding back for far too long.

The soft, large bed did not stop vibrating for the entire night.

The sheets were crumpled beyond recognition and covered in wet marks.

It was an entirely wild night. Tu Nan indeed felt that her Physique had been enhanced after her gene chain was supplemented by 10%.

She would have been unable to endure this level of madness before.

But now, she actually gritted her teeth and made it through, responding to the Peacock's demands time and again as they performed this hearty dance together.

When Kong Jiamu was completely sober, he looked at the mess all over the bed and frowned, wanting to call someone for cleaning immediately. However, he saw that although Pearl looked satisfied, she was clearly exhausted.

In the end, he just sighed and used himself as a cushion, letting her lie on top of him to sleep for a while first.

Tu Nan murmured something and finally relaxed her features, letting out a faint smile.

She closed her eyes in peace.

Was it useful? Did it succeed? She wanted to ask the System.

But she was truly too tired.

And so, she fell asleep just like that.