"Here to fight me?" Suze tilted his head, his ferocious battle intent practically spilling from his face.
Name: Yuzuba RiTraits: Kung Fu Girl, Beautiful MaidenHobbies: Kung Fu, MoneyThoughts: No way! Don't fight Yuzuba!!Description: 20 years old, 160 cm, 45 kg. Female champion of the Slaughter Fight Club, nicknamed "Explosive Kung Fu Girl." Seems aloof and masterful, but crumbles into exaggerated expressions when flustered. Practices Zhenyiliu Xingquan. Strong, but far below your level. Could be a match in other ways. No sexual experience, top-tier flexibility, white tiger.
The True Eye's data aligned with Suze's current desires.
With his War Demon Bloodline raging, the info skewed toward sex and combat.
In short, the Primal War Demon Bloodline stacked him with a dual buff of savagery and lust.
Yuzuba panicked, waving her hands. "No, no, no!"
Fight this monster? No way!
"Then what're you here for?" Suze's brows shot up, his temper flaring.
"I want to know why my sure-win betting strategy failed," Yuzuba said softly, her voice melodic.
"Sure-win betting strategy?" Suze frowned.
"It said you'd lose to Soku Toma, but you won." Yuzuba's forehead glistened with sweat. "The strategy claimed a 95% chance you'd lose the first round."
A kung fu girl and a gambling addict—normal, right?
She'd gambled away most of her fight earnings.
Before the match, she'd bought a "betting strategy" post, shockingly accurate.
"You're an idiot. That stuff's fake!" Suze sneered, striding forward.
This kung fu gambler thought she'd surprise him?
"But it was right for all the other matches!" Yuzuba hurried after him.
"Show me." Suze stopped.
Yuzuba hesitated, then handed over her phone, stepping back cautiously.
To her, Suze—a rising underworld fighting star—had precious time. Wasting it might earn her a beating.
I, Yuzuba Ri, don't want to be pummeled by this beast!
Suze skimmed the phone. The "sure-win betting strategy" was a paid post, ten entries listing win-loss odds for ten matches.
Posted by "Little Peach."
All correct…
Suze was impressed. This poster wasn't ordinary. "A fight analyst?"
Yuzuba shook her head. "Don't know. A friend said her predictions are spot-on, but she rarely posts."
"How much did you win?" Suze returned the phone.
The post covered the first round's ten matches, with his and Soku's as the last.
"Nothing." Yuzuba's pale forehead beaded with sweat, like dew on bamboo. Her hands clenched behind her. "I didn't bet on the first nine."
Suze raised an eyebrow. "How much did you lose?"
Yuzuba sweated more. "Everything."
Suze: "…"
"Maybe you're better suited for the red-light district," he said bluntly.
"Can you cover my losses?" Yuzuba bit her lip, shrinking back.
"Huh?" Suze's face was a question mark.
Talk about absurd.
Don't play if you can't afford it!
Unbeknownst to Suze, missing those nine wins had Yuzuba gutted. She'd maxed out loans and borrowed from friends.
In Japan, borrowing was a grave sin.
She'd promised quick repayments. Defaulting would ruin her reputation and social circle.
Friends cut off, loans piling up—if she couldn't pay, she'd really end up in the red-light district.
She didn't care about big wins anymore—just recovering her losses from Suze.
A gambler's dream: breaking even.
"Why should I cover you?" Suze bared his teeth, ready to walk off.
"Please! I'll work for you free for ten years—cook Chinese food, do laundry, fight matches, anything! You can tell from my outfit—I know kung fu!" Yuzuba grabbed his shirt, looking like a small animal clinging to a human.
True to her gambler nature, she felt no regret—just grievance. Her teary eyes studied Suze's expression, on the verge of sobbing.
"Please!"
"Great fist-fighting champion!"
"This is my one-in-a-lifetime plea! If you don't help, I'll have to swim back to the mainland!"
Swim back?
She meant jumping into the sea. Only an Eastern poet would phrase it so elegantly.
Suze scrutinized her micro-expressions—no lies. She was truly desperate. "Let's test your obedience, then."
Yuzuba lit up, standing ramrod straight. "I'll serve you with all my strength!"
Next second, Suze lifted her delicate chin.
"What are you doing?!" Yuzuba yelped, her sculpted face twisting into an adorable grimace.
Suze answered with action, pressing his lips to hers. Yuzuba's cherry-like mouth was soft and fragrant, sending a shiver of delight down his spine.
His Demon Brain conjured a scene: a scorching summer, a milk popsicle melting in his mouth, creamy sweetness flowing to his heart.
Yuzuba felt it too—her lips and mind melting.
Her teeth parted instinctively as something pried them open, a foreign force storming her mouth, seizing her tiny tongue.
After a fierce entanglement, a powerful suction pulled at her. Her cheeks hollowed, air drained.
Her sweet saliva was plundered, her soft tongue caught in a hurricane.
A flicker of pain crossed her face, her closed eyes cracking open slightly.
As the deep kiss intensified, Suze's Demon Brain painted richer images.
Yuzuba's petite, supple frame—striking her would rebound with astonishing elasticity.
A fierce clash, a bounce back, another clash, another bounce!
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