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Chapter 102: The System's Task?

The fingerprint lock on the Riverview No. 1 villa beeped softly, and the heavy armored door opened in response.

Nie Qingcheng practically floated into the room.

As soon as she passed through the entryway, she flung her red-soled high heels off. One hit the shoe cabinet, while the other rolled alone to the edge of the living room carpet.

"Ouch... my foot..."

This ruthless queen in the business world was now sprawled out on the leather sofa, burying her face in the cushions and groaning softly.

That energy and spirit she had when she was in the library, captivating younger students and infuriating her rivals, has completely vanished now.

Zhang Yan followed slowly behind, bent down to pick up the two worn-out high heels, arranged them neatly, changed into slippers, and then walked to the sofa.

"I told you, wear sneakers when you're out on campus."

Zhang Yan looked at the "off-white" figure curled up in a ball on the sofa and found it somewhat amusing. "Why did you have to wear those ten-centimeter 'sky-high' heels with black stockings? Were you going to relax or to walk the runway?"

"What do you know!"

Nie Qingcheng suddenly raised her head, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, her peach blossom eyes were watery, full of grievance, and a bit of a defiant spirit.

"What if I don't dress...dress younger? What if those younger girls at school try to hit on me?"

She stuck out a finger and angrily poked at the air.

"At least three girls were peeking at you in that library! One even wanted to borrow your pen!"

Zhang Yan raised an eyebrow and squatted down beside the sofa: "So you ruined your leg for this?"

"That's tactical deterrence!" Nie Qingcheng said confidently, then softened, pitifully stretching her leg out in front of Zhang Yan, "Honey, it hurts..."

Who can stand this?

The scene before my eyes was extremely impactful.

A black pleated skirt draped over the edge of the sofa, and two long legs covered in ultra-thin black stockings were casually draped over Zhang Yan's knees.

Due to prolonged walking and blood congestion, the originally slender ankles were slightly swollen, but this did not diminish their breathtaking beauty in the slightest.

Sheer black stockings tightly hugged her feet, revealing glimpses of her curled toes, exuding an allure that made one's throat dry.

Zhang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed.

This isn't just crying out in pain; it's clearly a test of the cadre's resolve.

"Alright, stop whining."

Zhang Yan sighed and placed his hand on the back of her foot. "Lie down, let me massage your feet."

The moment Zhang Yan's fingers touched the silky fabric, Nie Qingcheng trembled and flinched as if she had been electrocuted.

"cold……"

"Bear with it."

Zhang Yan didn't give her a chance to escape. He grabbed her ankle with one hand and pressed his thumb precisely on the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot with the other.

It started with gentle probing, then suddenly became forceful.

"ah--!"

Nie Qingcheng let out a short scream, her whole body bouncing up like a shrimp, tears instantly streaming down her face.

"Zhang Yan! You're trying to murder your own wife! It hurts so much!"

"This is lactic acid buildup; once it's cleared, the pain will subside."

Zhang Yan remained expressionless, his hands continuing their work without pause.

His fingers seemed to possess some kind of magic, or perhaps an electric current.

The aching pain lasted only a few seconds, followed by a warm current that rushed from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

The muscles that were originally stiff and tense seemed to have been ironed flat, and every cell was cheering with joy.

Nie Qingcheng slowly loosened her grip on the pillow.

On that beautiful face, contorted with pain, the expression began to look... strange.

His brow relaxed, his eyes reddened, his lips parted slightly, and his breathing became rapid.

"Well……"

A sweet, nasal voice, so sweet it could melt your bones, escaped from her throat.

Zhang Yan's technique was very professional, and also... tricky.

He not only pressed the soles of his feet, but also ran his fingers up his ankles, across his taut calves, and pressed hard on the Chengshan acupoint. Then, like playing the piano, he gently kneaded and twisted the taut muscle fibers.

Through that thin layer of black silk, the friction between my fingertips and skin generated a strange heat.

"Gently... gently..."

Nie Qingcheng's voice had changed, filled with heavy breathing, as if it could steal one's soul, "There...don't press there...it hurts..."

"Sour is just right."

Zhang Yan adjusted his posture slightly.

This job looks enjoyable, but it's actually torture.

Especially when Nie Qingcheng couldn't stand the soreness and her long legs kicked restlessly in his arms, her toes unconsciously rubbing against his waist and abdomen, Zhang Yan felt his internal fire rise rapidly.

"Take off your stockings."

Zhang Yan suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Um?"

Nie Qingcheng opened her eyes groggily, her face flushed. "Why...why?"

"It's too slippery, it's not chewy enough."

Zhang Yan found a plausible reason.

Nie Qingcheng bit her lower lip, looked at him with seductive eyes, and suddenly gave a mischievous smile.

Instead of doing it herself, she slightly raised her leg, placed her toes against Zhang Yan's chest, and gently drew a circle.

"You help me."

These three words are like sparks that ignite a powder keg.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and stopped talking nonsense.

His fingers hooked the edge of the stockings, and the extremely subtle "rip" sound was amplified infinitely in the quiet living room.

The black veil slowly receded, revealing skin as white and delicate as mutton fat jade.

Without the constraints of stockings, the intimate touch of skin becomes more direct and, more lethal.

Zhang Yan poured some essential oil into his palm, rubbed it to warm it, and then applied it to her legs.

This time, there were no obstacles.

Hot oil, warm palms, slightly cool skin.

The three sensations intertwined, and Nie Qingcheng felt like a fish thrown into warm water, her bones melting away.

"Zhang Yan..."

She murmured his name, her voice trembling with tears yet overflowing with boundless joy, "Your skills... you're not allowed to massage other women anymore..."

"Don't worry, no one else can afford this price except you."

Zhang Yan's palm slid down his calf to his thigh, kneading it with moderate pressure.

The tingling and numb sensation gradually subsided, replaced by a burning heat that emanated from the very marrow of the body.

Nie Qingcheng felt like she was about to catch a fire.

She looked at the man in front of her, who was looking down and focused on massaging her.

The wisps of hair on his forehead obscured his eyebrows and eyes, but his straight nose and tightly pursed lips exuded a kind of ascetic sensuality.

Even though he was doing the work of serving others, the aura of control he exuded fascinated her to the point of madness.

"Are you done yet?"

Nie Qingcheng couldn't help but urge him, her voice trembling violently.

"Not yet, there's an acupoint on the inner thigh..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yan's wrist was grabbed by a small, hot hand.

Nie Qingcheng suddenly sat up.

The neckline of her loose-fitting knit sweater slipped down, revealing a large expanse of her fair shoulders and delicate collarbones.

"Stop pressing it."

Nie Qingcheng stared into Zhang Yan's eyes, which seemed to hold two whirlpools that could suck people in. "Your foot doesn't hurt anymore."

"Where does it hurt?"

Zhang Yan asked the question knowing the answer already.

"I feel sorry for you."

Nie Qingcheng suddenly pounced on her.

Like a wildcat finally baring its fangs, she moved swiftly and directly, pushing Zhang Yan down onto the sofa and straddling his waist.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

The Queen has returned to the throne.

"Zhang Yan, did you do this on purpose?"

Nie Qingcheng placed her hands on his chest, her long hair falling down and brushing against Zhang Yan's cheeks, tickling him.

"It's just a massage, why do you have to start a fire and then not take responsibility for putting it out?"

Zhang Yan lay on the sofa, his hands behind his head, looking at the alluring woman on top of him, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Mr. Nie, I'm just a food delivery worker and a part-time massage therapist."

"Firefighting is a high-risk operation, so we need to pay extra."

"More money?"

Nie Qingcheng sneered, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. "Fine."

"The entire Qingcheng Group is yours, is that enough?"

After saying that, she didn't give Zhang Yan a chance to bargain. She leaned down and kissed his lips fiercely.

The kiss carried the coolness of mint, the richness of red wine, and an eagerness to devour the other person whole.

The sofa groaned under the strain.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the lights in the villa were adjusted to an ambiguous warm orange hue.

The clothes slipped off one by one.

Just as Zhang Yan was preparing to turn the serfs around and completely seize the initiative.

Deep in my mind, that jarring electronic voice suddenly rang out without warning.

Moreover, this time, the sound was particularly intense, even accompanied by some heavy metal background music.

【bite--!!!】

[The host is currently in an excessively comfortable state, and hormone levels are off the charts!]

[System verdict: The allure of women is a hero's grave! How can a true man indulge in the pleasures of women?]

[Triggering an epic side quest: The Ultimate Romance for Men!]

Zhang Yan froze.

The arrow is already on the bowstring, it has to be released, why is this damn system causing trouble at this time?

Zhang Yan roared inwardly, trying to block out the system's voice, his hand already gripping Nie Qingcheng's slender waist.

But this system is clearly short-sighted.

[Mission Name: Build Your Own Mech!]

[Mission Description: Since the host possesses [God-level Mechanical Mastery] and [Heavenly Craftsmanship Blueprint], why not go for something bigger? Within seven days, using existing resources, design and manufacture a prototype exoskeleton armor!]

[Mission Rewards (Already Issued): [Nuclear Fusion Energy Miniaturization Technology (Blueprints)], 100 million RMB cash reward, +999 Charm Points.]

[Failure Penalty: Randomly disable one of the host's bodily functions (including but not limited to...that).]

Zhang Yan: "???"

that?

Which one?!

Is this a fucking threat? This is absolutely a blatant threat!

"What's wrong?"

Nie Qingcheng noticed Zhang Yan's body suddenly stiffen. She looked up, somewhat dazed, her lips swollen and her eyes moist. "Did... I press down on you?"

Zhang Yan looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his eyes, then glanced at the countdown timer on the task panel in his mind.

On one side is the soft, fragrant body of a woman, and on the other is a man's dignity.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and gave Nie Qingcheng's pert buttocks a hard pinch.

"fine."

Zhang Yan rolled over, pinning the startled Nie Qingcheng beneath him, a ruthless glint of "ready to die" flashing in his eyes.

"Let's master piloting the current 'mech' first, then we can build that piece of junk."

"What mecha?"

Nie Qingcheng looked completely bewildered.

"It's nothing."

Zhang Yan lowered his head, silencing all her questions.

This night was destined to be doubly tiring.