["This case is known to everyone on the Luofu. Releasing Baiheng now would only draw unwanted attention. If things escalate beyond control, even I won't be able to help."]
[Seeing Jingliu's stance soften, you pressed your advantage.]
["Why not let her stay here for a few months? Once the public scrutiny dies down, I'll find an excuse to release her..."]
[After your smooth-talking, Jingliu ultimately agreed to your plan.]
[You were ecstatic. You didn't care about Baiheng in the slightest. From the very beginning, your target had always been Jingliu herself.]
[With Baiheng in your grasp, a few months would be more than enough to mold Jingliu into a woman who belonged only to you.]
[Just as Jingliu turned to leave, you grabbed her wrist. Smiling warmly, you said, "Master, since you've come all this way, why not let your disciple treat you properly?"]
[Jingliu immediately realized what you were trying to do, her fair cheeks flushing crimson in an instant.]
[Jingliu snapped sharply, "You rebellious disciple! What do you think you're doing!? Let go of me at once!?"]
[1. You immediately release Jingliu and say to her, "Master, I was just joking."]
[2. Not only do you not let go, but you press closer and whisper to her: ...]
Joking—only a spineless protagonist would choose option '1' at a time like this.
Moreover, after that night of passion, Renji seemed to have fully awakened, even his mindset undergoing a transformation.
'Being a scoundrel doesn't seem so bad. Since this is just a simulation, why stress over it? Might as well enjoy myself to the fullest~'
So Renji decisively chose '2'.
As expected, the system immediately entered the scene he had been eagerly anticipating.
[Special event triggered. Enter immersive mode? (Yes/No)]
This time, before the message could even finish displaying, Renji swiftly selected 'Yes'.
A dizzying sensation later, he was once again immersed in the simulated world.
The sensations instantly became vivid and real.
At this moment, Renji stood right behind Jingliu, able to feel with perfect clarity the subtle resistance in her body as she squirmed slightly.
With a smirk, Renji leaned close to Jingliu's ear and whispered softly:
"Master, how Baiheng fares in prison over the next few months… well, that all depends on your "performance" now~"
Jingliu's body stiffened as if struck by a paralysis spell, freezing instantly.
Renji glanced around.
The two of them were currently in his private office.
The office was fairly spacious, though the only surface that could serve as a… "workspace" was the desk, which was piled high with documents.
Just as Renji hesitated over whether to play the role of a "desk-clearing master" and sweep all the files aside, inspiration struck him.
With a slight exertion of force, the Sword Champion of the Luofu—who had never retreated an inch even against hordes of Abundance abominations—was effortlessly pushed toward the enormous glass window beside the door.
The window spanned nearly half the wall, offering a crystal-clear view of the scene outside the office.
However, to ensure the privacy of the higher-ups, it was a special one-way mirror—visible from the inside, but opaque from the outside.
Renji half-forced Jingliu to press her hands against the glass, then began.
"W-Wait! Outside—they can see!"
Jingliu gasped in alarm, struggling with all her might.
With her battle-hardened strength—capable of carving through battlefields seven times over—if she truly resisted, Renji would have no hope of restraining her.
To soothe her and, at the same time, indulge his own twisted desires, Renji quickly reassured her:
"Don't worry, it's one-way glass. They can't see inside."
Only then did Jingliu's tense body gradually relax, her struggles subsiding.
Renji wasted no time in savoring the feast before him.
His's hands slid down Jingliu's waist, fingers tracing the curve of her hips before gripping firmly, pulling her flush against him. The heat between them was undeniable, her breath hitching as his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear.
"R-Renji…" Her voice was a strained whisper, fingers flexing against the glass as his teeth grazed her neck.
Renji soon noticed that Jingliu was far more tense and sensitive than last time.
He smirked against her skin, one hand slipping beneath the hem of her clothing, exploring the toned planes of her stomach before daring higher. "You're trembling," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement—and something far darker. "And here I thought the great Sword Champion of the Luofu was unshakable."
Jingliu's breath stuttered as his fingers finally brushed against the lace of her undergarments, teasing the damp fabric beneath. "T-This is… inappropriate," she managed, though the way her hips pressed back against him betrayed her words.
Renji chuckled, his free hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to arch her neck further. "Then why aren't you stopping me?" His voice dropped to a whisper, lips ghosting over her earlobe.
"You could break free anytime. But you don't."
A shiver ran down her spine as his fingers finally slipped beneath the lace, stroking slow, deliberate circles that made her knees weaken. The glass fogged slightly under her palms, her nails scraping against the surface as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach.
"They really can't see us?" she gasped, the last thread of her composure fraying.
Gazing at the unobstructed view beyond the window, a knowing smile curled on Renji's lips.
Renji nipped at her shoulder, his touch growing more insistent. "Would I lie to you?"
Even though he knew the outside couldn't see in, facing transparent windows with the possibility of someone appearing outside at any moment still made one subconsciously tense.
Her answer dissolved into a moan as his fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing just right—and just like that, the mighty Jingliu came undone against the glass, her body shuddering under his relentless attacks.
But Renji wasn't done yet.
With a growl, he spun her around, lifting her effortlessly, and went over to the desk beside the glass window, placing her soft hips on the disorganised desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, forgotten, as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
"Now," he murmured against her mouth, hands already working at his belt, "Let's see how loud you really are."
Jingliu barely had time to catch her breath before Renji's hands were on her again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he spread her wider atop the desk.
The cold wood pressed against her bare skin, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling between her legs. His belt clattered to the floor, followed by the rustle of fabric as he freed himself, the hard length of him brushing against her inner thigh.
"Renji—" His name left her lips in a gasp as he aligned himself with her entrance, the tip teasing where she was already slick and aching.
"Say it again," he demanded, voice rough with hunger. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers leaving faint marks as he held her in place. "Say my name like you mean it."
She barely had time to comply before he sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust, drawing a sharp cry from her throat. Her back arched off the desk, her fingers scrambling for support against the scattered papers, ink smearing beneath her nails.
"Fuck—!" The curse tore from her, raw and unfiltered, as he set a punishing pace, each thrust of his hips driving her higher. The desk rocked beneath them, the sound of skin against skin mingling with their ragged breaths.
Renji's lips crashed against hers, swallowing her moans as his hands roamed—gripping her waist, sliding up to palm her breasts, thumbing her peaked nipples through the thin fabric of her top. When he broke the kiss, it was only to trail his mouth down her neck, teeth scraping over her pulse point.
"You feel too good," he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. "Watching you come apart like this—knowing no one else gets to see you this way—"
Jingliu's nails raked down his back as pleasure coiled tight in her core, her legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper. The desk creaked in protest, papers fluttering to the floor like fallen leaves as he fucked her with relentless precision.
"Renji, I'm—ah—!" Her warning was cut off as his hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles just as he angled his hips just right. The world shattered behind her eyelids as she came with a broken cry, her body clamping around him in waves of white-hot ecstasy.
Renji followed her over the edge with a groan, his hips stuttering as he climaxed inside her, his forehead dropping against her shoulder. For a moment, the only sounds were their mingled breaths and the distant hum of the city beyond the fogged glass.
When he finally pulled back, his smirk was back in place, though his eyes still burned with something darker. "Still think this is inappropriate, Master?"
Jingliu exhaled a shaky laugh, her limbs still trembling. "...Shut up."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Make me."
Suddenly, footsteps approached from afar, heading straight for the office, and soon a figure appeared outside.
Renji never expected someone would actually come to his office at this moment!
Although the glass windows indeed prevented outsiders from seeing inside, having someone suddenly appear during such a critical moment, separated only by a thin wall—
The thrilling tension of potentially being discovered at any second heightened all his senses to extreme sensitivity.
Jingliu involuntarily tensed up completely.
When the figure came closer, Renji saw it was actually an "acquaintance."
The visitor was Hanya, the Judge from the Interrogation department.
Renji remembered this pseudo-emotionless beauty well, especially her habit of muttering complaints under her breath, which created a stark contrast with her expressionless face—a gap moe that stood out.
Of course, what left a deeper impression was her elder sister Xueyi, who had a puppet body.
Soon, Hanya knocked on the office door.
After a brief moment, the door opened, revealing Renji behind it.
However, Hanya found it odd that only Renji's upper body was visible, while his lower half remained completely hidden behind the door.
What kind of strange posture was this?
A question mark involuntarily popped up above Hanya's head.
Noticing her suspicion, Renji quickly spoke up to divert her attention.
"Is there something you need?"
Hanya immediately straightened her expression.
"Sir, our chief sent me to ask if you need to review Baiheng's karmic sins."
At the mention of "Baiheng," Renji instantly felt Jingliu's delicate body tremble violently.
Then he felt his finger get pinched, the pain making him suck in a sharp breath.
"Tss!"
"Sir, is something wrong?"
Renji hurriedly waved his hand.
"I've already ordered a thorough review of the surveillance footage. Baiheng did enter the Shackling Prison by accident. You just need to conduct a routine inquiry."
"Understood."
To avoid giving anything away, Renji quickly sent Hanya off.
Watching her retreating figure, Renji finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Halfway down the corridor, Hanya glanced back at Renji's office, her eyes filled with confusion. Eventually, she shook her head and left.
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