Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 508 – Men Can’t Say They Can’t

Lin Fan watched Zhu Yan’s flushed face and flicked his wrist.

A ripple spread through the System Space.

A set of black lace lingerie landed on the coffee table.

The fabric was scandalously minimal, the design audacious to the point of absurdity—thin straps crisscrossing and intertwining, radiating an aggressively provocative sensuality.

Zhu Yan’s eyes went wide instantly, her breath catching for half a second.

“Lei… Lei Jie, this is too…”

She stammered for a long moment, unable to finish the sentence.

“Too what?”

Lin Fan leaned back into the sofa, crossing his legs, a sliver of jade-white calf peeking out from beneath his white robe.

“If you want to land that guy, you need to use something stronger.”

“That kid Lu Yuan might seem like he has no sense of seriousness on the surface, but deep down, he’s someone who responds to softness, not force.”

“You’re used to beating him up all the time. Throw in a little contrast once in a while, and he won’t be able to handle it.”

Lin Fan didn’t give Zhu Yan a chance to refuse. He pulled another item out of the space—a delicate glass bottle.

“Cherry-colored cat-eye nail polish.”

Lin Fan gave the bottle a shake, and fine, dark-red glimmers sparkled within.

“Perfect timing—my old color has worn off. Sit down, we’ll paint each other’s nails.”

Zhu Yan didn’t dare disobey. She dutifully kicked off her combat boots and sat down on the carpet.

Lin Fan extended a bare foot, resting it on the edge of the coffee table.

Zhu Yan carefully twisted open the cap and began applying the polish to Lin Fan’s nails.

Lin Fan’s feet were flawless to the point of being without any imperfection—the skin had a translucent quality, with not even a single pore visible.

Zhu Yan kept her head lowered, her expression focused, her movements feather-light.

When it was Lin Fan’s turn to paint Zhu Yan’s nails, his gaze swept over her body.

After the forced infusion and reshaping by the Ancestor of Life’s essence, Zhu Yan’s Golden Dragon Bloodline had achieved perfect balance with her human genes, and her physical structure had undergone earth-shattering transformations.

All the hidden injuries and scars left by years of high-intensity combat and genetic experiments had vanished completely.

In their place were muscle lines tightened to the extreme and fair, delicate skin.

Her legs were long, straight, and shapely, and her waist-to-hip ratio was nothing short of stunning.

Though she couldn’t compare to Lin Fan’s transcendent, dimension-defying divine body, among human women, she was absolutely the cream of the crop.

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Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, appraising her like a collector examining a prized piece.

“Your foundation really is something else.”

Lin Fan offered the compliment without reservation.

“No wonder that guy Lu Yuan is always buzzing around you, willing to throw his life away for you.”

Zhu Yan’s hand trembled, and the freshly painted cherry color nearly smudged.

“Lei Jie, stop teasing me.”

Zhu Yan mumbled in a low voice, her face red.

“Alright, done.”

Lin Fan withdrew his foot, looking at ten toes gleaming with dark-red luster, and nodded in satisfaction.

“Take the stuff and head back. Remember, don’t give him too much time to think.”

Zhu Yan stood up, snatched up the lingerie and stockings from the coffee table, and fled out of the room like she was escaping.

The door closed.

Lin Fan lit another cigarette, a playful smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

Late night.

Lu Yuan lay on the single bed in his room, hands folded behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He couldn’t sleep.

His mind was filled with the image from earlier that day in the hallway—his finger hooking onto the hem of Zhu Yan’s clothes, and her not shaking him off.

“There’s a chance.”

Lu Yuan rolled over, grinning like an idiot.

He was now a peak Level Seven light-type Evolved being, the fastest on the entire Blue Star.

But when it came to pursuing a woman, his progress bar was practically frozen.

“What should I get her tomorrow?”

“She doesn’t lack Crystals, and she’s got her fists for weapons… How about a few boxes of those premium chocolates from Commander Chu?”

Lu Yuan muttered to himself.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock at the door.

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Lu Yuan sat up abruptly.

Who would come looking for him in the dead of night?

He grabbed the military dagger from his bedside and walked to the door.

“Who is it?”

No sound from outside.

Frowning, Lu Yuan silently slid the lock open and yanked the door wide.

Under the dim light of the corridor stood a figure.

Lu Yuan froze, nearly dropping the dagger in his hand.

It was Zhu Yan.

She wore a loose black silk robe, the collar pulled tightly shut, both hands clutching the sash for dear life.

Her face was flushed an unnatural red, the color spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

Lu Yuan’s gaze involuntarily drifted downward.

The hem of the robe reached only mid-thigh.

Through the gap in the robe, he caught a striking glimpse of black lace edging.

Below that, a pair of long legs sheathed in impossibly sheer black stockings.

Her feet were in open-toed slippers, all ten toes painted in a striking cherry-red cat-eye polish.

A faint, ethereal cold fragrance drifted through the air.

It wasn’t any kind of perfume—it carried the pure, oppressive quality unique to high-tier energy, instantly stirring the light-element Spirit Energy within Lu Yuan’s body.

“What are you staring at!”

Zhu Yan, unnerved by his intense gaze, snapped at him in a hushed, irritated voice.

“Move aside and let me in!”

Snapping back to his senses, Lu Yuan quickly stepped aside to make way.

Zhu Yan strode quickly into the room.

Lu Yuan poked his head out to check the empty corridor, then shut the door and locked it behind him.

The room’s main light was off, only a dim reading lamp glowing by the bedside.

Zhu Yan stood in the center of the room, her back to him, shoulders trembling slightly.

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Lu Yuan swallowed hard, his throat feeling parched as if it were on fire.

He tossed the dagger onto the table, rubbed his hands together, and slowly walked over.

“Yanzi, showing up like this in the middle of the night…”

His voice came out hoarse.

Zhu Yan spun around abruptly.

She looked straight into Lu Yuan’s eyes, her chest heaving.

“Lu Yuan, do you like me?”

Direct. Blunt. No preamble whatsoever.

That was Zhu Yan’s style.

Lu Yuan was caught off guard.

All the jokes and quips he’d prepared got stuck in his throat.

Looking at this woman who could transform into an eighty-meter golden dragon on the battlefield and tear apart a Pureblood Giant Dragon with her bare hands—yet right now was so nervous she didn’t know what to do with her hands.

Lu Yuan dropped all his playful demeanor.

He stood up straight, his gaze turning utterly serious.

“I do.”

His answer was firm and unwavering.

“From the day you chose to be a hero alongside me, my life has belonged to you.”

Zhu Yan’s eyes instantly reddened.

She took a deep breath, as if shedding every last defense.

She let go of the sash she’d been clutching.

The black silk robe slid off her smooth shoulders, falling to the carpet with a soft whisper.

Lu Yuan’s breath stopped completely.

The black lace lingerie hugged her reconstructed body perfectly.

Her taut abdomen showed not a trace of excess flesh, muscle lines gleaming under the dim light with a wild, primal beauty.

Those long, straight legs wrapped in black stockings—the cold fragrance radiating from them maddeningly assaulted Lu Yuan’s senses.

“Do you like it?”

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Zhu Yan bit her lower lip, her voice barely a whisper meant only for the two of them.

Lu Yuan’s eyes were completely bloodshot.

Spirit Energy at the peak of the seventh level rampaged wildly through his body, and he felt like he could explode at any moment.

He stepped forward, cornering Zhu Yan against the wall.

“Yanzi.”

Lu Yuan braced his hands against the wall on either side of her, his voice low enough to be frightening.

“Do you know what the consequences of this will be?”

Zhu Yan looked up at him, a hint of provocation flashing in her eyes.

She extended a finger painted with cherry-red nail polish and gently poked Lu Yuan in the chest.

“You’re not all talk and no action, are you? Like, you can’t actually perform?”

That remark was the last straw.

He could take being called weak in a fight, or even bad with women, but he absolutely could not tolerate being called incapable!

The last shred of rationality in Lu Yuan’s eyes snapped completely.

“You asked for this.”

Lu Yuan wrapped an arm around Zhu Yan’s waist and hoisted her up entirely.

“Ah!”

Zhu Yan let out a startled cry, instinctively throwing her arms around his neck.

“I’ll show you what light speed really means.”

Lu Yuan tossed Zhu Yan onto the bed and pounced on her like a starving wolf.

In the darkness, the sound of tearing fabric was especially clear.

“Lu Yuan, you bastard! These are the stockings Lei Jie gave me!”

“Tear them and I’ll buy you ten pairs tomorrow—you can wear them every day!”

“Mmph…”

The night was still long.

Inside the room, light and shadow interwove, and sounds that stirred the imagination drifted out.

They continued until dawn.