Chutian’s gaze remained fixed on the three women, as if his previous words were solely directed at them.
“Alright, everyone disperse. Go do whatever you need to do. Kai Ge, our dungeon run isn't finished yet. We can't keep everyone waiting too long.”
Maddeju, sensing the underlying tension, broke the silence. He pulled Gao Kai and the others, turning back into the room.
The rest exchanged knowing smiles and departed without further comment, disappearing from view. Only Chutian and the three women, Luoluo, remained.
“I’m back!” Chutian repeated the four words.
The three women could no longer hold back their tears. Their silent weeping turned into audible sobs. Chutian opened his arms and stepped forward, pulling all three into an embrace.
“I’m sorry, for making you suffer!” Chutian held them, a bitter smile on his face. The moment their faces met his chest, his clothes were instantly soaked.
They say women are made of water, and when these three cried, it was like the Yellow River breaching its banks. He also noticed a few heads peeking around, including the surprisingly perceptive Maddeju, who was grinning and peering through a crack in the door. Not wanting to be a spectacle, Chutian flashed, vanishing with the three women.
“Where did they go?” Maddeju and the others considered themselves masters, yet they hadn’t perceived any ripple or trace of Chutian’s departure.
“Let’s go. You’re just too nosy!” Zhaolei kicked Maddeju’s backside. The kick was hard enough to nearly send Maddeju flying out the door.
“Damn it, I said let’s go back to the dungeon! You guys wanted to watch the show!” he shouted back in anger. However, Zhaolei and the others only showed him their retreating backs. Even his own sister covered her mouth and giggled before turning away.
As this unfolded, Chutian had already brought the three women back to his original room. The women continued to cry for a while longer before realizing they were back in the room, with Chutian holding them as they sat by the bed.
“Ah…” Chen Yuer suddenly shrieked.
Then Zhang Chengcheng struggled to sit up. Luoluo, nestled against Chutian’s chest, lifted her head hazily. The two women on either side of her, being closer to Chutian’s ‘clumsy’ hands, had clearly been subjected to some form of ‘attack’. Luoluo, sniffing, looked at them and then burst out laughing.
“What are you two hiding for? It’s not like you’ve never been touched by him before!” Among the three, only Luoluo remained a virgin. Despite their intimacy in the game, she was still a maiden in reality. Seeing the startled expressions of the other two, she couldn’t resist a tease.
“You little brat, you dare laugh at us! Yuer, help me! We have to take her down today!” What followed was a playful scuffle between the three women. Chutian watched, dumbfounded.
Eventually, Luoluo couldn’t contend with the other two. She was stripped bare by them and pinned to the bed. Chutian’s eyes widened, his gaze turning red. Who was he supposed to help? It seemed no matter who he chose, it would be wrong. Seeing Luoluo’s state, Chutian almost bled from the nose, his eyes fixated.
“Coward, what are you staring at? Go on!” Zhang Chengcheng was truly fierce. Her clothes were already in tatters, torn by Luoluo. One of her shapely legs was wrapped around Luoluo’s, and one hand held down Luoluo’s arm while the other cupped a sensitive area.
Hearing Zhang Chengcheng’s shout and seeing the state of the three women, Chutian’s heart pounded. He felt an urge to leap onto the bed. However, he sensed something was amiss, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Hesitantly, he finally spoke.
“How about… another day?” As he said this, Chutian wished he could slap himself. In such a situation, to maintain such composure, he might be suspected of not being a normal man. But as soon as he spoke, Luoluo, who had been at a disadvantage, suddenly exerted her strength, breaking free from the other two. She jumped up on the bed.
“Yes… I won! What do you say we punish you?” her triumphant cry made Zhang Chengcheng and Chen Yuer’s faces fall. They glared fiercely at Chutian.
“What a coward!”
“Are you even a man?”
Each word stung Chutian, leaving him with nowhere to hide. But what was the current situation? Were these three women gambling? And betting on him…
“Damn it! You’re playing me!” Chutian finally realized. With a sweep of his hand, he cast a soundproof barrier, enveloping the entire room.
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Ten thousand words are omitted here, readers are invited to imagine the rest.
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Much later, as darkness fell, Chutian felt unsatisfied. “Finally… I don’t have to hold back anymore! It feels great… Hahaha…” Yes, Chutian had finally acted like a man. In the past, whenever he was with Zhang Chengcheng and Chen Yuer, he could only reach the brink of climax but never achieve it. He would have to stop, seeing them cry and beg, their bodies limp, and his heart aching. Each time, it left Chutian deeply frustrated. This time, however, he finally unleashed. It was his first true release since his transmigration. Looking at the three women on the bed, like wilting flowers, and then at the bed, stained with a hint of red—a mark left by Luoluo. “This little one finally…” Chutian’s lips curved into a victorious smile. He pulled the nearby quilt and covered the three women. Then, he reached out and deactivated the soundproof barrier he had previously set. He put on his clothes and pushed open the door.
“Brother… we all received a system prompt asking you to enter the Heavenly Dao world immediately upon your return!” As Chutian was about to leave, Luoluo’s voice, as faint as a mosquito’s hum, sounded from behind him.
“Hmm? System prompt?” Chutian was taken aback. Why would the Heavenly Dao world send a system prompt to Luoluo and the others? Just as he was about to ask for details, Luoluo’s weak snores came from behind him. After saying those words, the girl had fallen asleep. Chutian’s lips curled into a smile, a triumphant expression on his face. Not wanting to disturb the three sleeping women, he closed the door and stepped out. He had arrived at Weidu’s room.
“Come in, the door is unlocked.” As Chutian raised his hand to knock, a voice from inside spoke. Chutian paused, impressed. The old city lord had made further progress. With his current strength, the other party could still sense his arrival. He pushed open the door and saw Wei Du, the city lord, sitting inside. He was cross-legged on the floor in the center of the room, looking at Chutian with a smile. Clearly, he had just finished meditating.
“You brat, you’re finally back. Do you know how much we’ve suffered during this time? We almost lost our lives!” Upon hearing this, Chutian couldn’t help but scratch his head.