At this moment, Qian Ran began to scrutinize the beauty in front of him in detail.
Nana looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, her wheat-colored complexion tinged with a soft blush. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen from crying after reuniting with her parents. Her wavy, dark-red hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her fitted combat outfit accentuated her flawless figure.
Nana's looks might not be the most stunning, but the unique aura she exuded was something no one else possessed.
Having been surrounded by aristocratic, polished beauties all his life, Qian Ran had grown somewhat indifferent to them.
Nana's humble background and her character—a girl willing to fight tooth and nail for her parents—hit Qian Ran's soft spot. Unlike other girls who had been pampered all their lives, Nana had spent her days consumed by hatred and hardship, giving her a quality that other women lacked.
Fair-skinned and delicate beauties were undoubtedly appealing, but when you were surrounded by them all the time, they lost their charm.
"Change into these," Qian Ran said, taking a set of white lace lingerie and a pair of sheer white stockings from his storage soul guide device and handing them to Nana.
Nana's athletic physique, concealed by her combat outfit, felt like a waste to him.
When she saw the outfit he had brought out, Nana's cheeks flushed crimson.
Because her parents' souls had been imprisoned by the Holy Spirit Sect, Nana had been forced to become their servant and do their bidding. She had never worn anything even remotely fashionable or extravagant in her entire life, let alone something as daring as lace lingerie.
But she dared not defy Qian Ran's request.
Though she felt deeply embarrassed, she took the clothes from Qian Ran's hands without a word.
Instead of seeking privacy, she undressed right in front of him, removing all her clothing and slipping into the attire Qian Ran had provided.
Now wearing only the lace bra, matching panties, and a pair of sheer white stockings, Nana's figure was fully revealed. Qian Ran was momentarily mesmerized.
Standing at an impressive height of 1.8 meters, Nana's long, alluring legs were captivating even without heels. The addition of the sheer white stockings made them even more striking.
Typically, taller women were better suited for black stockings, while shorter, cuter girls matched white stockings better. Yet the contrasting allure of Nana's attire created an unexpected charm.
Thanks to her regular training, Nana's toned abdomen bore faintly defined abs that added to her appeal.
Though her bust wasn't particularly large—just enough to form a modest C-cup—it suited her slender, agile frame perfectly. Qian Ran wasn't overly obsessed with larger busts; he already had the more voluptuous Zhu Lu and Zhu Ying in his life. Nana's slightly leaner build, ideal for her combat-oriented beauty, felt refreshing to him.
The lace panties hugged her rounded hips snugly, emphasizing her curves, while the sheer white stockings added an extra layer of seduction.
"Do I really have to wear so little, Master?" Nana asked, her expression a mix of shyness and unease. Her body trembled slightly, and her blushing face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Under Qian Ran's gaze, Nana instinctively lowered her head, her cheeks glowing with a captivating blush. Her trembling lips and the way she pressed her legs together revealed her embarrassment and uneasiness.
Oddly, even if Qian Ran had demanded something more explicit from her, she might not have felt so shy.
It was precisely the boldness of the outfit combined with Qian Ran's focused gaze that made her feel utterly vulnerable.
"I think you look stunning like this," Qian Ran said, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek.
Holding Nana in his arms, Qian Ran inhaled deeply, breathing in the natural scent emanating from her body.
Unlike the carefully groomed and perfumed women in his life, Nana's scent was entirely natural—a faint, refreshing aroma mixed with the light tang of sweat. It was subtle but unique.
The tall and sensual Nana trembled in Qian Ran's embrace, her cherry lips parting slightly as she let out soft, nervous breaths.
"From now on, whenever it's just the two of us, dress like this. There's no need for formal attire in private. This is how I like you best—understand?" he whispered.
Nana's figure was so exceptional that she could easily have been a top-tier lingerie model for a prestigious brand like Victoria's Secret.
"Yes, Master," Nana replied, her face red as she hesitated before nodding.
Thankfully, Qian Ran only required her to dress this way when they were alone. If he had demanded her to wear such attire at all times, she wouldn't have been able to refuse—but at least he hadn't gone that far.
"Come, let me show you around the Undead World. If you ever want to visit your parents, just let me know," Qian Ran said, carrying Nana forward.
Nana curiously observed the dark, eerie surroundings. Though it couldn't compare to the human world, it seemed like a suitable place for her parents' souls to reside.
After walking for a while, Qian Ran found a flat area and took a bed out of his storage ring.
Nana immediately felt a wave of embarrassment.
"From now on, you're my personal possession—your body and soul belong to me. Do you understand, Nana?" Qian Ran asked seriously, gazing at her intently.
"Yes," Nana nodded firmly. From the moment Qian Ran had rescued her parents, she had resolved to repay him with everything she had. Now, seeing how well he had cared for them, she couldn't imagine betraying him.
"Good. As I said, you won't regret following me. Both you and your parents will live happily," Qian Ran reassured her before tossing her onto the bed. He climbed up after her, positioning himself between her stocking-clad legs.
Grabbing her ankles, Qian Ran lifted Nana's long, beautiful legs into the air.
Then he guided her to hold the backs of her knees with her hands.
Pausing to admire her alluring pose, Qian Ran took out a camera from his storage soul guide device. In this gloomy world of the undead, Nana, dressed in her sheer white stockings and lace lingerie, was a rare and dazzling sight.
Amid the sinister backdrop, her beauty felt even more striking and precious.
Rather than rushing, Qian Ran took his time capturing photos.
Unlike when he had coaxed Xian Lin'er and the others into taking provocative pictures, Qian Ran didn't need to use any tricks with Nana. All he had to do was give her instructions, and she would obediently pose as directed.
What a thrilling experience.
Nana's shy expression, combined with her daring outfit and provocative poses, was a lethal combination.
In the end, men are most drawn to obedient beauties. With Nana lying on the bed, holding her stocking-clad legs while blushing in embarrassment—who could possibly resist?
(Chapter Ends)