147: Talent, Succubus!

In the dim captain's cabin, the air felt as if it had been infused with pink laughing gas.

That heart-shaped tail tip was winding its way up Chen Du's calf.

It wasn't a prop.

Even the world's most expensive silicone didn't have this kind of warmth and a texture so delicate you could feel the pulse of blood vessels.

Chen Du didn't move.

He leisurely picked up the beer by his side and took a sip, his gaze playfully sizing up the young girl before him.

Lin Keke didn't look like she was acting at all right now.

In her golden right eye, whirlpool-like patterns slowly rotated.

The tight leather outfit wasn't just worn on her body; it looked more like... a layer of cuticle growing on her skin.

"Old Dreamer... interesting."

Chen Du set down his glass and pinched the mischievous tail tip.

It was burning hot to the touch.

He could feel the muscles at the base of the tailbone contracting.

"Ya~!"

Lin Keke trembled all over, like a cat being pinched by the scruff of its neck.

Her face was completely flushed, and a layer of mist rose in her eyes.

Yet she remained stubborn: "B-bold human! How dare you touch a noble Succubus... ugh..."

"Stop pretending."

Chen Du applied a bit of force and pulled the girl in front of him.

The tips of their noses were almost touching.

"This talent comes with a price, right? How much Sanity do you have left?"

The golden light in Lin Keke's eyes flickered.

She bit her lip.

Her inherent silliness was struggling against the Succubus instincts.

Wait, C-captain... it's so hot..."

"If I don't Replenish Mana soon, I'll lose control~~"

By the end, she sat directly astride Chen Du's lap.

That cuticle-like Succubus skin rubbed against the fabric, making a soft sound that quickened the heartbeat.

The surrounding air began to warp, and the field of vision was filled with pink bubbles.

This was a conceptual-level charm.

Even with Chen Du's level of self-control, his breathing unconsciously grew a bit heavy.

An A-rank talent really defied logic.

This wasn't just cosplay; it was clearly a race-change surgery!

"Fine, you want to Replenish Mana?"

Chen Du gripped her slender waist with one hand, while the other slid down her back toward the base of her tail.

"Since you've entered my room, whether you're a Succubus or a fairy, as long as you call for a stop, you lose!"

"Hmph! This young lady won't lose!"

Lin Keke's competitive spirit was ignited.

She opened her mouth, revealing two small fangs, and bit down on Chen Du's shoulder with a 'nom'.

"Dungeon start! Take this!"

...That night, the soundproofing of the cabin door was completely useless.

If Li Yaozhi's previous performance was an explosion after suppression, then Lin Keke's was high-energy throughout.

That tail was so flexible it was impossible to guard against.

It wasn't until the horizon turned pale that this offensive and defensive battle over "racial survival" came to a close.

The next morning.

The sea breeze blew onto the deck, carrying a salty dampness.

Lin Keke pushed open the captain's cabin door and stood leaning against the frame for several seconds.

Her legs were weak.

Truly weak.

But the expression on her face was spectacular.

Her chin was slightly raised, and the pride of clearing a dungeon hung on the corners of her mouth.

"Morning, Miss Succubus."

A teasing voice came from the side.

Xia Lai was squatting on the deck, adjusting her mechanical arm.

Seeing Lin Keke in this state, she couldn't help but whistle.

She leaned in with a mischievous grin and gave Lin Keke's perky buttocks a slap.

Smack!

"Have you put your tail away? Don't let the secret out."

"Ya! Second Sister, what are you doing!"

Lin Keke's fur stood on end in anger, her face turning as red as a prawn.

She instinctively reached back to cover herself, only to grab thin air.

Only then did she realize the talent had been deactivated.

"Hmph! What do mortals know!"

Lin Keke tried to save face, smoothing out her somewhat wrinkled skirt and puffing out her chest: "This... this was a necessary release!"

After saying that, she dashed toward the dining room as if fleeing.

That strange walking posture revealed that last night's battle had been exceptionally fierce.

Xia Lai watched her retreating back and chuckled.

She turned to look at Chen Du, who had just stepped out.

She gave him a thumbs up.

"Captain, you're amazing."

Chen Du stretched, his joints popping loudly.

He took the hot towel handed to him by An Nuonuo and wiped his face, feeling refreshed.

"Stop being cheeky."

"Tell everyone to get ready. Today's sea... is a bit too quiet."

There were no waves on the sea, and even the thin mist had faded considerably.

On the deck.

Ye Qiu was wearing a nurse's uniform, holding a 50ml medical syringe in her hand.

"Come, patients... ah no, customers, try my new formula."

The syringe was filled with multi-colored liquids.

She precisely pushed the liquid into several goblets, the measurements perfect to the millimeter.

"This is Emergency Plasma, with added Vitamin C to relieve fatigue and prevent scurvy."

Ye Qiu pushed the glasses in front of everyone and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She was clearly mixing drinks, yet she made it look like an ICU resuscitation.

"Incredible... Sister Qiu, just watching your technique makes my veins hurt."

Tang Ran complained, but still picked up the glass and downed it in one go.

"Ha—! Refreshing! That's got a kick!"

On the other side.

Xia Xin was sitting cross-legged on a rattan chair.

She held a compass and a protractor, her brow furrowed.

The sea breeze messed up her bangs, and she instinctively tucked them back.

"The ocean current speed is 12 knots, wind direction southeast."

Xia Xin didn't look up as she drew a circle on the chart.

"If we maintain this speed, in two hours, we'll enter a labyrinth of hidden reefs."

"The terrain there is complex; it's a famous Shipwreck Graveyard."

At this point, she looked up at Chen Du.

"Captain, I suggest slowing down or taking a detour."

Hearing this, a faint smile played on Chen Du's lips.

"Detour? That was before."

"The current No. 0819 doesn't need to take detours."

As he spoke.

The lower deck door opened.

A big fellow wrapped in bandages, swaying from side to side as he walked, squeezed out.

It was Mao Mao.

This guy had somehow found a pair of gaudy, colorful boxer shorts and pulled them over his decaying thighs.

A pink bow was even tied around his neck.

He probably felt the atmosphere was nice and wanted to join the group.

In his claws was a half-dead seagull, and he rushed excitedly to Chen Du.

"Roar..."

He offered the seagull like a treasure, drool dripping all over the floor.

The seagull's eyes were rolled back; it had clearly been knocked unconscious by the stench of death coming off this guy.

"Beat it."

Chen Du kicked him in the butt with feigned disgust, "Go play on the side, don't dirty my deck."

Mao Mao scratched his head aggrievedly, the stitches on top nearly popping open.

He could only drag his somewhat dysfunctional leg and slink off to a corner to pluck feathers.

"Pfft..."

An Nuonuo couldn't help but laugh, and the tension from a moment ago dissipated quite a bit.

However.

This rare moment of leisure did not last long.

Beep beep beep—!

A piercing alarm blared without warning!

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

Xia Lai, who was responsible for radar monitoring, sprang up like a cheetah, her mechanical arm flying across the controls.

A holographic screen quickly expanded.

Several light dots were rapidly approaching from the three o'clock position in a flanking maneuver!

"Captain! We have a situation!"