"Really?"
Li Ke's bloodshot eyes instantly locked onto Ruohua, staring openly at the full, heavy swell of her chest as he asked.
"Really…"
Ruohua sighed. She truly did not dare let the current Li Ke do anything to Seria. If Li Ke suddenly went crazy and treated Seria the same way he had treated Roche, it would be a disaster.
After all, Li Ke's current state was clearly abnormal. Seria was a girl she had acknowledged and could become a companion with—she did not want Li Ke to hurt her.
In truth, if Seria and Li Ke were not so closely connected, she would not have taken care of Li Ke this much.
His impression on her had never been particularly good, so she had always maintained this kind of attitude toward him.
"Then please, expose a bit of your chest! Without any cleavage, it'll be really hard for me to finish!"
Looking at the tight, practical fighter's top that tightly wrapped and compressed Ruohua's full breasts—fabric stretched taut over the soft, heavy curves—Li Ke made his request with complete sincerity.
"You bastard, don't push your luck."
Ruohua felt a little annoyed, but since she had already agreed—and it was only looking—there was not much for her to mind.
Besides, the exposure level of this outfit was already better than covering her chest completely. The short, form-fitting top and the snug lower garments left the toned lines of her midriff and the powerful shape of her thighs clearly visible. She wore this set for the sake of becoming stronger and for convenience; otherwise she preferred long pants as well.
But there was no helping it. This kind of clothing was cheap and practical, and it was the only style available. She had no other choice.
"Fine, fine… but only this once."
Ruohua sighed. Because of the design of the outfit, she did not remove it from the top—that would have been troublesome. Instead she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasps. The tight fabric loosened at once. Right in front of Li Ke, the lower, fuller half of her breasts spilled free—soft, wheat-colored mounds with a deep, natural cleavage that the moonlight and the open air only made more pronounced. The weight of them settled heavily as they were partially released from the constraining top.
Slightly embarrassed, she covered the newly exposed soft flesh with both hands, pressing the warm, pliant mounds against her palms, and sat on a nearby rock with her strong, well-trained legs pressed tightly together. The full outer curves of her thighs touched from knee to hip, the firm muscle and smooth skin creating a tight, inviting line. Li Ke, without the slightest hesitation, immediately freed his long spear.
Seeing the thick length that had sprung out so suddenly, Ruohua felt a complicated mix of emotions—pleased by her own charm, yet speechless at Li Ke's lecherousness, and also questioning why she was even doing this.
Her tone therefore became quite blunt.
"This is as far as it goes. Hurry up!"
"No problem!"
Li Ke looked a little disappointed that Ruohua kept her legs closed, but the way her full, firm thighs pressed tightly together was still extremely alluring. The soft inner skin was hidden, yet the powerful outer shape and the way the muscles tensed under the skin made his mouth go dry. So he openly sat down cross-legged and reached out with his hand.
Ruohua turned her head away, not daring to watch what he was doing.
After waiting for a while, however, she still had not heard any of the wet sounds she expected. Curiosity got the better of her. When Li Ke had been with Seria, the wet sounds had been very obvious.
She was actually quite curious about this sort of thing, and she could not quite control that curiosity—wanting to know whether there would be any wet sounds when someone did it alone.
So she glanced sideways at Li Ke.
That single glance made her realize Li Ke had no intention of moving at all!
He was just sitting there, staring blankly at his own hand like a wooden chicken, completely motionless. His expression was even extremely serious, as if he were contemplating some major problem!
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Holding back her anger, Ruohua demanded. She felt like an idiot—sitting here covering her partially exposed chest, carefully making sure nothing but her wheat-colored skin and the soft lower curves of her breasts were showing, while Li Ke just sat there without moving! He was not even looking at her!
What was this supposed to be?!
She truly could not understand it.
Li Ke, however, seriously lifted his head and looked at her.
"I just remembered—I once swore that I would never use my hands again!"
"..."
Ruohua fell silent, but Li Ke did not notice and continued his earnest explanation.
"Not using my hands means I would rather endure it than use my own hand again! It's a disgrace to the career of a harem king!"
He spoke with righteous conviction, but Ruohua had truly reached her limit.
She abruptly pulled the tight top back up, tucking the soft, heavy half-spheres of her breasts back into the constraining fabric until the deep cleavage disappeared once more. Only when the beautiful scenery vanished did Li Ke react. He immediately lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Ruohua's strong, firm thighs, feeling the solid muscle and warm skin under his hands!
"Wait, wait! Let me do some mental preparation first!"
Just die already!
Ruohua really wanted to say that, but remembering that Li Ke's current state was abnormal and that she should not go against his psychology, she forced herself to hold it in.
"Then what do you want?"
Li Ke looked at Ruohua with full of hope.
"Can I use your hand?"
Ruohua narrowed her eyes, pulled off her gloves, and revealed hands covered in thick calluses and old scars.
She did not have Li Ke's resources. Everything she had gained in strength had been trained punch by punch and kick by kick. On top of the recently increased training intensity, her hands were now full of rough patches, healed wounds, and raised scars. The skin looked coarse and tough. Even when Ruohua herself touched her own body, she sometimes felt as though she were scraping herself with a knife. She did not know what a man's sensitive part felt like when it was comfortable, but it was definitely fragile. How could something so fragile possibly feel good from hands like these?
"Are you sure?"
She was a little angry, so she continued without waiting for Li Ke to speak.
"If you can endure it, then it's not completely impossible."
She said it with anger, yet Li Ke held her rough, calloused hand with a completely sincere expression.
"It's not completely impossible."
Looking at Li Ke's face—serious yet full of anticipation—she froze for a moment. She could tell he was serious!
And that made her start to feel a little afraid instead.
"Um… my hands are really rough, and there are scars. It'll hurt a lot…"
But Li Ke held her hand firmly and looked at her with sincere eyes.
"It's fine. I trust you! And a beautiful girl like you—no matter how rough your hands are—they're still way, way better than my own!"
His attitude was thoroughly sincere. Ruohua's mind short-circuited for a moment. How had things gone from her discovering he had ulterior motives, to her having to show him the soft lower curves of her full breasts, and then to her having to use her rough, scarred hand on him…?
How had it turned into this?
Ruohua's head felt a little muddled. She could not quite figure it out.
But Li Ke's hands were fast. Before she could react, he had already pressed her calloused palm directly onto the hot, thick length of his long spear!
In that instant, Li Ke felt as though he had been cut by a knife! The rough, uneven texture of her scars and hardened skin scraped sharply across the sensitive surface.
Yet as he gently guided Ruohua's palm, letting it slide across the coarse patches and then across the slightly softer center of her hand, a raw, intense pleasure still rose within his body. Especially when he slightly shifted her palm so that the raised scars lightly dragged and scraped against the underside and the swollen head—it felt even more like being scraped by fine teeth!
He remembered now! He had once thought about doing scar play with the fully scarred Tangji!
So this was not a problem at all!
Ruohua's eyes instantly widened. She stared in disbelief at her own rough, scarred hand moving along Li Ke's thick, veined shaft, unable to believe that something so hot, smooth, and slick was resting in her calloused palm, and unable to believe that Li Ke had so casually exposed his vital point right in front of her!
If she just used a little force, that thing of his would be finished!
Yet looking at Li Ke's thoroughly enjoying expression, at Seria's peaceful sleeping face nearby, and at the inexplicable, muddled way she had ended up in this situation, she could only let out a helpless sigh.
"Only this once!"
With that, she began to clumsily and actively move her rough, strong hand up and down the thick length, the coarse texture of her calluses and scars dragging and scraping with every stroke as she helped Li Ke release.
What she did not know was that at this moment Li Ke had gained a new insight.
"As expected, with this kind of serious-natured girl, you just have to create 'established facts.'"
Following his instincts and subconsciously creating all sorts of "established facts," Li Ke found himself trusting those instincts more and more.
Those instincts might not work on other things, but when it came to dealing with girls, they were truly invincible!