108: Chapter 108 Five-Shot Reward!

Luo Shiyun smiled, her hands not stopping.

"It hurts, yes. But it's not like I don't have other options. My hands aren't broken, and I still have my mouth."

Her voice was soft at this moment.

Soft, with a hint of playfulness and a touch of seductiveness.

Seeing her like this, Wang Yang's breathing grew heavy.

Luo Shiyun slowly laid down on the bed, her hair spreading across his waist, tickling him.

Then, she raised her head and glanced at him.

In that glance, there was shyness, nervousness, and a hidden touch of mischief.

"Don't move during this game; let me handle it."

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, looking at her tenderly.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling onto Luo Shiyun and coating her in a warm glow.

It had to be said, her shoulders were very fair, her back was straight, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall.

Then Luo Shiyun lowered her head, her lips lightly touching him.

Wang Yang's body grew slightly tense.

"Sister Shiyun..."

Luo Shiyun ignored Wang Yang, just kissing him gently, one touch after another, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Her lips were soft and hot, carrying a gentle warmth.

Subsequently, Luo Shiyun's hand slowly slid away from his chest, her fingertips brushing across his waist and landing on his leg.

Wang Yang closed his eyes, his fingers running through her hair.

Luo Shiyun's hair was smooth and soft, like silk, flowing between his fingers.

Outside the window, the sunlight was just right.

Inside the room, the temperature was rising.

Wang Yang's breathing became heavier and heavier, his hand gripping the bedsheet until his knuckles turned white.

Luo Shiyun would occasionally glance at him on purpose.

In that glance, there was shyness, nervousness, and a hint of suppressed amusement.

Wang Yang felt an itch in his heart from her gaze and reached out to pull her.

Luo Shiyun dodged, a smile on her face.

She lowered herself slightly and continued the game.

Her hair spread over him, tickling him like a feather brushing by.

"Sister Shiyun..."

Wang Yang's voice was hoarse.

Luo Shiyun raised her head and looked at him.

"What is it?"

Wang Yang looked at her, at her flushed face, her watery eyes, and her slightly parted lips.

"You're so beautiful."

Luo Shiyun blushed even more, lowered her head, and continued.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, watching her, an indescribable feeling suddenly welling up in his heart.

It wasn't desire, but contentment.

It was the feeling of being held in someone's palm, of being cherished.

The room was very quiet, with only her breathing and his heartbeat.

...

After a long while, Luo Shiyun finally had the energy to look at Wang Yang.

Her face was flushed, and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.

She laid on him, her fingers drawing circles on his chest.

"Does it feel good?"

Wang Yang pulled her into his embrace.

"It feels good."

Luo Shiyun smiled and buried her face in his neck.

"That's good, I want to make you feel good."

Wang Yang held Luo Shiyun, feeling her body temperature, her breathing, and her heartbeat.

Outside the window the sun was perfect, and inside the room, the spring atmosphere was intense.

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing a Five-Kill Streak! Current Ten-Kill Streak progress: 5/10!]

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment.

Five-Kill Streak?

He thought about it; it was indeed five people.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly; he hadn't expected his speed to be so fast. In just a few short days, he had already taken down 5 women.

[Ding! Five-Kill Streak reward being distributed...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Yuntian Gang (100% ownership by the host)! One of the two major underground forces in Yuntian City, with over three hundred members, its business scope covers entertainment, logistics, security, and other fields. Relevant procedures and personnel files have been uploaded to the host's mind and can be accessed at any time.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: A cash reward of 10 million yuan! The funds have been transferred to the bank card under the host's name and can be withdrawn and used at any time.]

Wang Yang was stunned.

Yuntian Gang? An underground force?

A massive amount of information suddenly flooded into his mind, as if someone had stuffed a thick file directly into his head.

Names, locations, strongholds, business dealings—everything was crystal clear.

Wang Yang saw the faces of several key figures and heard their voices.

He even knew where they lived and how many people were in their families.

Yuntian Gang, one of the two major gangs in Yuntian City, established over twenty years ago.

Starting from street thugs, they had built their way up step by step to their current scale.

They owned three nightclubs, two logistics companies, and one security company.

On the surface, it was legitimate business, but in the shadows, there were also shady dealings.

Over three hundred brothers were distributed throughout every district of Yuntian City, some watching over venues.

Some collecting debts, and some specifically handling "trouble."

Wang Yang took a deep breath.

Previously, he was just an ordinary wage earner, dumped by his ex-girlfriend and even insulted as a poor loser.

He had the system, money, women, and the official connection with Secretary General Cao Yun.

Now, even an underground force was his.

On the surface, he had Secretary General Cao Yun; in the shadows, he had the Yuntian Gang.

In Yuntian City, he could walk sideways.

A smile slowly curled at the corner of Wang Yang's mouth.

In his arms, Luo Shiyun stirred and rubbed against his chest.

"What are you smiling at?"

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"Nothing. Sister Shiyun, sleep a while longer; I'm going out for a bit."

Luo Shiyun gave an affirmative hum, retreated back under the covers, and closed her eyes.

Wang Yang gently pulled his arm from her embrace, turned over and got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.

...

The scene shifted to the other side.

Yunxi Terrace, 28th floor.

Wang Yang took out his key and opened the door.

The living room was very quiet; the sunlight from outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shone in, falling on the sofa and the floor, warm and cozy.

He changed his shoes and took two steps inside, not hearing anyone talking.

Logically, Wen Yulan and Chen Xuemiao should have already been up by this time.

With two women together, chattering away, there should be movement in the kitchen and laughter in the living room.

But right now, there was no sound at all.

Wang Yang frowned.

He walked to the door of Chen Xuemiao's room and pushed it open.

The quilt was folded neatly, the bedsheet was smooth, and there were no traces of anyone having slept there.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned and walked to the door of Wen Yulan's room and pushed it open.

Then he was stunned.

Two people were lying on the bed.

The quilt only covered them to their waists, revealing large swaths of snow-white skin.

Wen Yulan was lying on her side, her hair spread on the pillow, her face toward the window, her eyelashes resting quietly.

Her nightgown was rolled up to her chest, revealing a stretch of fair waist and half of a soft curve.

Chen Xuemiao was lying on her stomach beside her, her face buried in the pillow, the shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped down to her arm, revealing her smooth shoulders and back.

Her two fair legs were crossed, her toenails painted with light pink polish.

There was a strange smell in the room, hard to describe, but very faint, almost imperceptible.

Both women had exhaustion on their faces, with faint dark circles under their eyes; clearly, they hadn't slept well.

Wang Yang stood at the door, watching them, and a strange thought popped into his mind.

He shook his head, cast the thought aside, walked in, and sat down by the bed.

He reached out and first patted Chen Xuemiao on the bottom.

With a slap, not too light or too heavy. Chen Xuemiao gave a hum but didn't wake up.

He patted her again, this time a bit harder.

Chen Xuemiao stirred, turned over, muttered something, and fell back asleep.