Chapter 105: Should I Rub It for You?

With the start of the second main quest, "One Night Nine Times" streamer's live room opened once again—

[Here we go, here we go!]
[Finally!]
[Damn, this main quest is even more absurd than the last one. Did they copy this dungeon straight from some indie adult game?]
[Wait, how did we already jump to Main Quest 2? How did Main Quest 1 end? Those five addresses—which one did he pick?]
[Right? From the moment the streamer got back to his rental and saw that fallen girl lying on the bed wrapped in a bath towel, the live room got blocked. Then the quest ended and the stream shut off. Now it's back on, and we've jumped straight to the start of the second quest? What the hell are we even watching? Can this be salvaged?]
[So which address did he end up choosing?]
[I died in this section, so let me tell you responsibly: none of the addresses given by the capture targets, none of the secret doors—you can't touch a single one! Touch one and you're dead for sure! Those secret doors correspond to switches that trigger the ghosts' transformation. Once a secret door is opened, the female ghost you're trying to romance stays permanently in her visible form. There's no way you're clearing the later main quests like that. I barely made it to near the end of Main Quest 2 before I finally... ugh.]
[So the streamer didn't choose a single secret door in the end?]
[Then where the hell is the G-point? You died without ever finding out?]
[No, check this out—the moment I got killed, the world before my eyes suddenly went blurry. And in that darkness, I vaguely caught sight of a flickering point of light, like a firefly, pulsing on and off. I think that has to be the legendary G-point.]
[Heh, that's pretty far-fetched. You're dead, man. What good does seeing the G-point in death do you?]
[No, I think it's still useful. If he could see the G-point when he died, then other players should be able to see it too when they die. He got killed while the ghost was visible, so he was sent straight to the audience seats. But if it's a player who triggered Heaven-Defying and got left behind in this map, then the situation is different.]
[You're saying... it was the Heaven-Defying guy who gave the streamer the hint, and helped Nine Times and the others find the G-point?]
[I think so.]
[Damn, that's possible? How the hell did the streamer figure out such an obscure angle? A normal person would never think of that.]
[We've told you already, the streamer is a legendary master. Don't use your noob brain to guess what a big shot is thinking. We're not even playing the same game as him.]
[God.]
[The key thing is, even if the streamer is a legendary master, I think he's still going to have a hard time getting out of this map.]
[Wait, just because you died in this map doesn't mean it's actually hell-tier difficulty. This is a beginner dungeon!]
[This has nothing to do with whether I died here. The problem is with Main Quest 2.]
[What about Main Quest 2?]
[This Main Quest 2 is different from the one I got before I died! The one I got killed on—I remember it clearly—was called "In Search of the Lost Treasure." It wasn't this suggestive "It's So Itchy, Please Help" theme at all!]
[щ(Дщ)]
[(○o○)]
[Wait, main quest themes can change mid-run?]

[I don't get it. I've watched the same dungeon from the start, and even after resets, the main quests stayed the same. They never change.]
[Could it really be like what that star-level big shot said? That there's something wrong with this dungeon?]
[Hey, where's that star-level big shot called Shorty Chubbs? Why doesn't he come out and say something?]
……

At the headquarter building of the Ailin Group.
At 9:05 in the morning, Wen Nan stepped into the office carrying a bag of medicine boxes.
The moment he passed through the corridor, an arm reached out from the break room and yanked him inside.

"Senior brother!" Zhang Beibei pulled Wen Nan's arm and leaned close to his ear, lowering her voice. "That she-devil came in this morning looking terrible—her face so dark you could grind ink from it! You'd better be careful. Stay as far away as possible. Don't walk into the line of fire and tick her off."

Wen Nan smiled but didn't respond.
He glanced at the medicine boxes in his hand, thinking—this scale of hers? He was definitely going to touch it, no matter what.

But of course, he couldn't say that to his junior sister. His smile deepening, Wen Nan raised a hand and gently pinched her cheek. "Got it. Be good."

9527: [Congratulations, target "dewy-fresh greenhorn junior sister"—current affection progress increased to: 83%.]

Leaving the break room, Wen Nan walked straight to the door of the CEO's office. He raised his hand to knock, only to find the door was already ajar—as if it had been waiting for him.

Wen Nan pushed lightly, stepped inside, and immediately spotted Guan Ailin seated in the swivel chair, staring blankly at her computer.

Back in work mode, Guan Ailin had once again gone makeup-free. She must have found her long hair troublesome, because she'd casually gathered it into a loose bun at the back of her head with a pen.

She wasn't wearing her contact lenses today. Instead, a pair of delicate gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, the wide frames unable to hide her striking, refined features. Without a trace of makeup, her complexion pale, it didn't diminish her beauty in the slightest—if anything, it made her seem less sharp than usual, lending her an inexplicable fragility. She looked like a crabapple blossom fresh from a rain shower, impossible to look away from.

Wen Nan moved closer and noticed her computer was on speaker. Male voices were coming through the microphone, conversing in English—she was in a conference call again.

His gaze swept from the screen to the edge of the desk, and he saw that her two proud, soft mounds were currently resting on the surface, pressed somewhat flat.

This posture...

Afraid of disturbing her meeting, Wen Nan didn't dare speak. He tiptoed around the side of the desk, and only then saw clearly that Guan Ailin was curled up in the swivel chair, her upper body folded in on itself, both hands pressed tightly against her stomach. She looked extremely pained.

"...Stomachache?" Wen Nan asked in a very low voice, holding out the bag of medicine.

Guan Ailin turned her head, forced a smile at him, and took the painkillers. "Thanks."

After those two simple words, she had nothing more to say. She returned her focus to the conference call.

Back at work, Guan Ailin had transformed once again into the tight-lipped female CEO. The date the two of them had shared the night before might as well have never happened.

Wen Nan pulled up the affection progress in his system and sure enough, saw a glaring 30%.

"You're still here?" Noticing him standing there in a daze, Guan Ailin asked in a low voice.

Seeing the furrowed brow on her face, Wen Nan instinctively wanted to say, "I won't disturb your meeting," and walk away.

But then he thought better of it. Knowing Guan Ailin's personality, maybe she wasn't actually trying to shoo him away...

Quietly activating [Mind Reading], that soft feminine voice sounded in Wen Nan's mind—

'I told you to leave, but you're not actually going to, are you? Blockhead.'
'Stomach hurts. It really hurts. wah wah wah.'
'Help me. Please.'

So that was it... She actually wanted him to stay?

But if Wen Nan stayed, what could he do? He wasn't painkillers.

At that thought, Wen Nan lifted his head, his gaze unconsciously falling on the water cup at the edge of the desk.

Get her a cup of hot water?

The thought had barely surfaced when her voice rang out in his mind—

'Why did he look at the cup?'
'He's not going to tell me to drink more hot water, is he?'
'I don't want to. Hmph!'
'·°(﹏)°·'

So... he couldn't suggest hot water?

After a moment's deliberation, Wen Nan reached his hand toward her chest—
"How about I rub it for you?"

(End of Chapter)