Chapter 19

His body had been inactive for a long time. These days, Zhao Zhu had mostly been resting, while Xiong Zhiqi kept making him some concoctions that were supposed to strengthen his foundation and boost his yang energy. There were also some talisman waters. In short, the discomfort and rejection he felt after the possession had finally passed.

However, due to the lack of exercise over these few days, he felt quite uncomfortable. After running around the neighborhood for several laps and finally breaking a sweat, the pent-up frustration of the past few days was finally released.

There was a small supermarket in the neighborhood, which basically supplied the residents. Zhao Zhu walked in, took two bottles of functional drinks from the freezer, and when he was paying at the counter, he noticed that the cashier's cheeks were slightly flushed, her hair was a bit disheveled, and her lips and eyelashes were trembling slightly. Due to his work, Zhao Zhu was particularly sensitive to subtle human movements. The cashier, who was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was conveying a message through her subtle movements: she was nervous.

Hmm, what was she nervous about?

Zhao Zhu pretended to drop a coin on the ground and bent down to pick it up. In that moment, his gaze fell on the gap under the cash register. There, hidden, was a man, a man without pants.

Zhao Zhu couldn't help but chuckle. Public indecency, this little act was quite impressive, especially in a place like a supermarket where people could come in at any time, which must have been even more exciting.

He didn't stay too long, paid for the drinks, and left the supermarket. Inside, the cashier let out a long sigh of relief, then a scream as she was pulled back down by her boyfriend hiding under the counter. The two of them lost themselves in the excitement of the moment, engaging in passionate intimacy.

Zhao Zhu drank one bottle of the drink in one go, then opened the second one. Halfway through, he felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. It was understandable; he had been lying in bed or resting for the past few days, and his body was quite depleted. Naturally, he hadn't had the time or interest to think about anything romantic. But now that his body was feeling better, he was starting to feel a bit more amorous. After all, he was a man, and at his age and physical condition, it was normal to have such desires. Zhao Zhu wasn't a monk who suppressed his desires.

In fact, Zhao Zhu was a playboy. Whether he was studying abroad or working domestically, he had many lovers and never lacked sexual partners. He was quite handsome and extremely wealthy, so it was hard for him to be without women. Therefore, he was quite open-minded about such matters.

However, using hypnosis to enjoy the mother and daughter downstairs, as Zhu Jianping did, was something Zhao Zhu found distasteful. Once someone was hypnotized, what was the fun in it? Sex was best when it was consensual and mutual, and doing it purely for physical pleasure or for the sake of pleasure was already at a lower level.

He took out his phone and called Zhu Wanqi. She had just finished work and was changing clothes, so she answered quickly.

"Hey, Brother Zhu, why are you calling me?"

Zhu Wanqi rarely contacted Zhao Zhu, perhaps because of the significant gap between them, making it hard to even flirt.

"Wanqi, let's go see a movie tonight."

"Sure, I just got off work and am changing clothes."

"Okay, what color underwear are you wearing today?"

"Brother Zhu, you're so naughty."

"Haha, alright, see you later. Meet directly at the cinema. I don't have my car, so I can't pick you up. I'll take a taxi. We'll grab dinner near the cinema."

"Okay, Brother Zhu, I'll meet you there at seven?"

"Seven? It's half past five now. Sure, no problem. I just finished running, so I'll take a shower and head out. I won't keep you waiting."

"Okay, see you then."

"See you, by the way, I like black." Zhao Zhu smiled as he said the last sentence and put away his phone.

Back at Xiong Zhiqi's place, Zhu Jianping wasn't there. Zhao Zhu didn't care if the guy was really playing with the mother and daughter. He went straight to the bathroom, took a cold shower, changed into dry clothes, dried his hair, and checked the time. It was just past six, so he grabbed his wallet and headed out again.

At the neighborhood entrance, he got into a taxi and gave the name of the cinema. He leaned back slightly in the seat. At that moment, his phone rang, but it wasn't a call; it was a voice message from QQ.

He opened his phone, and the voice message request was from Chen Hong. Zhao Zhu answered, and Chen Hong's voice came through the phone.

"Sorry, I'm just getting back to you. I've been dealing with some serious matters recently, so I couldn't focus on anything else."

Zhao Zhu remembered that the last time he messaged Chen Hong was when he was in danger, but that was all over now.

"It's fine, how are things on your end?"

"Still the same, I managed to control the situation. By the way, I heard that a high-level paranormal incident happened in your city, SZ, and someone in the group died there?"

"The guy who died was Li Fan. He had completed five or six missions."

"Wow... he died there too? That's really troublesome. But it doesn't matter; someone more powerful will handle it. By the way, Zhao Zhu, your next mission announcement should be coming soon. Be prepared."

"Got it." Zhao Zhu said calmly. With Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping around, their experience was definitely greater than Chen Hong's, so Zhao Zhu didn't need to seek advice from her.

"Alright, anything else?"

"No, nothing else."

"Then I'll hang up. Bye."

"Bye."

Zhao Zhu checked the time again and asked the driver, "Sir, how much longer?"

"Just one more street, we're almost there," the driver replied.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhu nodded and leaned back in the seat again.

...

Meanwhile, at Xiong Zhiqi's house, Zhu Jianping was lying in the bathtub, enjoying the service of a mother and daughter. The young girl had a delicate and fair-skinned body, while the mother was voluptuous and alluring. The two of them were serving Zhu Jianping on either side, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Of course, all three were completely naked.

After washing for a while, Zhu Jianping couldn't hold back anymore. He made the young girl lie on the edge of the bathtub and entered her from behind. The mature woman, on the side, used her ample chest to rub against Zhu Jianping's back, providing a unique and pleasurable sensation.

As the mother and daughter served the man in the bathroom, in the living room, the small altar where the deceased male owner's portrait was placed, the smiling face on the photo slowly turned grim. The eyes, in particular, began to bleed, and a dry, white-haired arm suddenly emerged from the sofa, tearing through the fabric!