Chapter 210 : Chapter 210
Chapter 210. Bro, Vanilla Mud
“Man, what can I say?”
Lu Zheng truly had no words for the current situation.
“Hmph!”
Yi Ning once again buried her head against Lu Zheng’s body, using the motion to cover her expression while letting out a smug little snort.
“Don’t underestimate my intelligence network!”
“You thought I didn’t notice you wanted to sneak off to the side so you wouldn’t have to look at the lingerie, leaving me alone to face these scraps of cloth, didn’t you?”
She let go of one of the arms wrapped around Lu Zheng, used a nearby cabinet as cover, and yanked his collar forward, forcing his head down until it was close to hers.
She raised her eyebrows, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“I die, you die with me!”
“I’m dragging you down with me into this pit of lace and string!”
Yi Ning whispered this death threat right into Lu Zheng’s ear.
Lu Zheng frowned, clearly displeased.
Was this really necessary? Why must it end in mutual destruction?
He chose to yield.
“Tsk! Can’t we talk this out?”
“Now? Right now? Lu Zheng, are you serious?”
It was obvious Yi Ning had no intention of backing down from her scorched-earth plan.
But she’d forgotten one thing—When Lu Zheng was teased to his limit, pushed beyond shame, and driven to the point where he tossed aside his so-called moral chains, his true nature emerged.
And that nature? More shameless than a frog peeing on the sidewalk.
A certified degenerate through and through.
Lu Zheng made his final counterattack.
“Yi Ning, are you really doing this? Here? Right now?”
“Yes! Right here, right now! Die with me!”
Click.
The metaphorical lock called morality shattered completely.
The beast—governed by nothing but primal desire—was set loose.
Lu Zheng’s shame vanished. A calm, almost chilling aura replaced it.
He reached out and pulled Yi Ning into his arms.
Yi Ning: ?
Her chin was gently lifted by Lu Zheng, forcing her to meet his gaze.
She rarely saw this expression on him.
Just a few seconds of eye contact and a faint blush crept across her cheeks.
She instinctively looked away.
Lu Zheng let out a soft chuckle, leaned close to her neck, inhaled the fragrance of her skin, and whispered into her ear:
“This was your choice.”
Yi Ning: ?
Something felt very wrong.
But by this point, she’d already lost control of the situation.
Lu Zheng gently slipped free from her embrace, led her to the changing room entrance, and handed her a handful of outfits he’d casually picked up along the way.
Didn’t she say she wanted his help picking?
“Go change into them and let me see.”
Lu Zheng smiled as he found a chair and sat down, eyes fixed on the collection of… well, calling them “lingerie” was generous.
What Yi Ning held in her arms looked more like rope.
Pure. Literal. Rope.
Yi Ning: !
She looked down at the items in her arms and doubted if the fabric even had enough surface area to cover her sensitive areas.
Could this really be called underwear?
What kind of depraved mind designed this!?
And who the hell would like clothes like this!?
Yi Ning glanced at Lu Zheng, who was sitting nearby, still smiling at her.
Only now did she realize exactly what kind of creature she had unleashed.
Tsk! Can’t we talk this out?”
“Now? Right now? Yi Ning, are you serious?”
Same words as before. Only now, the roles were reversed.
Yi Ning, clutching her pile of ropes, looked at Lu Zheng across from her and subconsciously tightened her grip.
She felt herself shrinking back a little.
But after a few seconds, a sudden burst of courage welled up.
Sure, they were playing the role of an affectionate couple right now, but nowhere did it say a lover must tolerate everything without boundaries, right?
Yi Ning straightened her back, tossed the ropes aside.
She was back in the game.
“I think you—”
Before she could even finish, Lu Zheng’s smile deepened.
He tilted his head slightly.
“Go in. Change. Then come back out and let me see.”
Just a single sentence.
But his tone left no room for argument.
The tiny bit of bravery Yi Ning had just mustered instantly vanished.
Wasn’t Lu Zheng the type to go along with whatever she said? Why did he suddenly turn so… domineering?
She shrank back again, bent over to pick up the lingerie she’d just tossed, and looked like she wanted to say something—“Go.”
Lu Zheng’s patience had clearly run out.
His brows furrowed, and a strange, oppressive pressure emanated from him.
In that instant, Yi Ning finally remembered the terror of being dominated by Lu Zheng.
She remembered the crushing humiliation of having her plans shattered without mercy, being forced to her knees in defeat.
That’s right.
The reason she could mess with Lu Zheng so freely now was only because of his indulgence.
As long as she didn’t cross a certain line, Lu Zheng would tolerate her antics—maybe scold her lightly, maybe give a little slap on the wrist.
That indulgence had made Yi Ning arrogant. But now, all of that indulgence has vanished.
Faced with the weight of Lu Zheng’s pressure, Yi Ning shrank again, then silently carried the ropes he’d picked for her and walked into the changing room.
“Sigh…”
Inside, she slumped into the chair in front of the mirror.
She picked up the most “covered” piece of rope in the pile.
“There’s no way this thing hides anything…”
Yi Ning held it up to her body and tried to picture what it’d look like on her.
The tiny upper piece—so small, it would probably need an interlocking mechanism just to avoid exposure.
As for the bottom piece…
She stared at the minimal scrap of fabric that barely qualified as coverage.
She could already picture it transforming into a string the moment it touched her skin, riding up tight into every crevice.
And the back? No need to imagine—there’d be nothing there.
She meant the string, of course.
Yi Ning let out another sigh and tossed that one aside too.
This was way too advanced. Even if she had been a biological girl from birth, there was no way she could handle this.
Sure, she liked seeing other girls wear stuff like this. But that didn’t include herself. And now she had to walk out and show Lu Zheng.
Just thinking about it made her realize: Even if they had no feelings before, this would definitely ruin their “brotherly bond.”
《Bro, your hand’s so small》
《Bro, you smell amazing》
《Bro, why are you so much fairer than me》
《Bro, vanilla mud》
No matter how she imagined it, it always ended like that.
Yi Ning pressed both hands to her cheeks and, in the mirror, transformed once more into the figure from Munch’s The Scream.
She deeply felt the cost of her arrogance—of messing with Lu Zheng with that smug, untouchable attitude.
What now?
They still had to sleep in the same bed when they got back.
Was she…Was she really going to become a mother before even returning to Earth!?