Hey! Control Yourself! - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Shaking with Pleasure

Although there were many people present, due to the angle, only Shen Ji and the Police Chief in front of him witnessed this scene.

Before Shen Ji could even react, the old Chief clutched his chest, staggered, and nearly collapsed. Likely overwhelmed by the sheer impact of the visual, the Chief looked dazed and flattered, staring at Saint Lu’s retreating back as a bashful redness crept over his face.

Shen Ji pushed him back upright. A man with a beard that long and he’s still acting like a lovestruck youth?

The meeting officially began. From the conversation, Shen Ji gradually understood the context. The D-Country where they were located was a mid-sized nation among the Gaya humans, and most of its citizens had long been devout followers of the Colossus Sect. The scandal on the cathedral mural was merely the final straw after the emergence of Saint Lu’s Shaxing forces. The Pope’s death proved that Saint Lu’s influence had already surpassed that of the Colossus Sect.

Currently, the four most respected elders of the sect were frantic, proposing various conditions and rich rewards solely to get Saint Lu to withdraw from D-Country. Simply put, this meeting was a battle for the right to the people’s faith.

Saint Lu sat in his seat, hands spread open: “I have never founded any sect, much less established a single dogma to bind the people in any form.”

Shen Ji looked at the mental energy controller on Saint Lu’s wrist. While it was a perfect opportunity for assassination, it would be difficult for him to escape afterward.

“Then you shouldn’t have appeared at the cathedral,” an elder snapped.

Saint Lu leaned his elbow on one armrest, tilting his body slightly to the left, his gaze calm: “Indeed, a demon shouldn’t stand in a cathedral, just as a Pope shouldn’t lie in a child’s bed.”

Silence fell. “A few degenerates do not represent the Colossus Sect.”

“Give it a rest. It’s not that people don’t have faith, it’s just that everyone loathes hypocrisy,” Saint Lu looked up and laughed disdainfully.

He stood up, and almost everyone immediately followed suit. The only one who remained seated was the oldest elder present. He said coldly: “You mean you won’t back down. Then why did you agree to attend this meeting?”

“It’s like this…” Under the gaze of the crowd, Saint Lu’s eyes fell upon the police line on the left. Laughter vibrated slowly in his chest with his breathing, his voice deep and elegant: “I have a little game, and I am waiting for my closest friend to capture me.”

Everyone froze for a moment. Shen Ji heard the rapid breathing and felt the trembling body of the old Chief in front of him.

“I was afraid he wouldn’t come looking for me, so I needed to show my face—to tempt him to catch me.”

Saint Lu skipped over the Chief’s bewildered face, his gaze landing on Shen Ji, possessing a rare tenderness and authority: “Apologies, darling. I really didn’t expect so many people to show up, leaving you with nowhere to strike.”

Shen Ji looked at him, his gaze devoid of meaning. This guy’s mental state…

Look at that. Just by locking eyes in a crowd like this, the demon’s smile deepened, his features relaxing with great interest. If Shen Ji were to glare at him fiercely, the man would surely shake with pleasure.

Suddenly, a weight hit his arms. Shen Ji looked down to see the old Chief had fallen straight into his embrace. The poor old man actually couldn’t handle the demon’s tender whispers and aggressive gaze; his racing heart had knocked him unconscious.

Everyone was startled. The scene turned chaotic as some called for doctors, some performed first aid, and others helped cool the Chief down. Though the weather wasn’t hot, the Chief looked like he was burning up. At his age, he had uncontrollably released pheromones, forcing a dispersal of Omegas and Alphas.

The meeting had to be terminated. In the chaotic crowd, Shen Ji saw Saint Lu’s back surrounded by Shaxing members, leaving only a glimpse of shining white hair. Saint Lu looked back at him. The members behind him automatically moved aside, standing in the shadows of their black robes, centering him.

Shen Ji could only see his lip movements to judge what he was saying. “Come,” he said.

The look in his eyes carried a heavy, ambiguous meaning.

Shen Ji helped send the Chief onto the medical vessel, then walked back to the parking lot, tossing the uniform hat next to the real Kaidian. He was too sleepy—having stayed awake for nearly a day and a night, he was at the point of collapsing.

Shen Ji returned to the private room of the tavern. It was early in the night; the tavern was noisy with dancing and drinking, while Rey and the others were sleeping soundly in the room. Shen Ji collapsed onto the sofa like a corpse with a loud thud.

His dreams were filled with Saint Lu’s eyes.

He slept until noon the next day. It had been two days and nights since the transmigration; they hadn’t eaten, and combined with high tension and a roller-coaster of emotions, the geniuses of the Baocheng Sect nearly starved to death in this alternate world. Eventually, Sha Mo pulled up his food guide again, and they settled for some noodles and dry cheese from the tavern.

In the tavern, people were unusually excited. The news media was broadcasting a video of an explosion. The four elders of the Colossus Sect had died in an explosion yesterday. After Shen Ji left, the four elders had departed in their respective shuttle vessels, which exploded mid-flight.

Shen Ji recalled the way Saint Lu had looked at the elders yesterday. Those eyes had predicted their deaths.

“Exploded on the flight vessels… turned into blood mist.”

“It must have been the Shaxing Organization.”

“Does that even need saying? Everyone knows.”

“And those bodies at Gate One the other day—definitely Shaxing’s work too.”

The Baocheng group lowered their heads an inch while eating—except for Shen Ji.

Just then, the tavern’s automatic doors opened. A shadow completely blocked the light at their table. The youths looked up to see a government ID. “Hello, we are from the police station. We have some matters to inquire about. Please come with us.”

Rey and the others exchanged looks. In the struggle between running and not running, Llyrs made the decision. “Alright,” he stood up, face calm. “But may I ask what this is about?” Llyrs was the most fluent in Gaya after Shen Ji.

“It’s regarding a criminal death case, but don’t be nervous. We’ll discuss the details at the station,” a gentle female officer said. Sha Mo, accepting his fate, took one last bite of his cheese pancake.

The group boarded a flying police vessel, overlooking Gaya’s beautiful forests, rivers, and cities. Along the way, they poked at their light-brains, but still couldn’t contact their mentor.

At the station: “It’s like this. We found on surveillance that you appeared near the crime scene. Can you tell us what you were doing there the night before last?”

“Nothing strange. We went to see Saint Lu, thank you,” Rey said with a sincere face.

The officers across from them looked at each other. Llyrs closed his eyes and translated: “He means we were there spectating the conflict between Saint Lu and the cathedral.”

The police looked at them. In a Gaya world where long hair was the mainstream, these short-haired youths in strange clothing were highly suspicious. What was initially a slight suspicion had now grown. They looked at the silent Shen Ji and pulled up the surveillance footage obtained from the Administrative Building yesterday.

Rey and the others saw the footage, their hearts thumping like drums. In the video, Shen Ji was standing in the crowd, wearing a uniform. What world-shaking thing did this ancestor do now?

The officers in the interrogation room glanced back and forth between the footage and Shen Ji’s face.

Officer A: “Black hair…”

Officer B: “Black eyes…”

Officer A & B: “The height is also very similar…”

Officer B: “Tsk, looks like him, but still can’t be certain…”

Llyrs: “…”

Rey: “…”

Sha Mo: “…”

Rey screamed in his heart: With a face this great, why on earth do you need to identify it over and over again?! Are you guys really that face-blind?

“Officer Kaidian didn’t see the perpetrator either; he was choked unconscious,” the female officer shrugged. “Officer, if there is no evidence, are we free to leave?” Llyrs asked. “Please wait. Lastly, we’ll run a check against the genetic crime database. If there are no issues, you can go.”

The group felt steady. What did a Gaya crime database have to do with them, people from the future? They provided fingerprints and DNA and waited in the lounge. An hour later, the female officer entered with a solemn face.

The screen showed Llyrs’s profile. “Llyrs. Felony. Imprisoned in Swamp Prison in the year 4212. Escaped ten years ago. Currently an A-rank fugitive.”

The group was flabbergasted. That was indeed Llyrs’s face on the screen. Rey said cryptically: “Hmph, hypocritical brat. I knew you were hiding something deep.”

Llyrs replied: “I was eight years ago ten years ago.”

The female officer barked: “Quiet!” Her attitude was a total reversal from before. “Rey. Felony. Imprisoned in Swamp Prison in 4212. Escaped ten years ago. A-rank fugitive.” Rey froze on the spot. This time, it was Llyrs’s turn to sneer.

“Sha Mo. Felony. Imprisoned in Swamp Prison in 4212. Escaped ten years ago. A-rank fugitive.” Sha Mo looked bewildered.

“Shen Ji. Aggravated Felony. Felony. Imprisoned in Swamp Prison in 4212. Escaped ten years ago. Currently an SS-rank fugitive.”

“As expected of you…” Rey looked at Shen Ji with adoration.

Llyrs was so angry he laughed: “Wait, why is your classification so much higher?!”

The walls of the lounge began to transform as solid metal barriers rose, sealing them inside. Shen Ji frowned: “I think something is wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” another officer asked.

“The Swamp Prison you mentioned is in Country A. Even if we were truly criminals from Country A, theoretically, we are citizens of Country A. Countries D and A don’t even have diplomatic relations; the police of Country D have no right to interfere with our freedom.”

Sha Mo and Rey stared at him with stars in their eyes. Llyrs looked at Shen Ji—Gaya was a prehistoric civilization, so how could Shen Ji be so familiar with the situation, to the point of knowing everything? Even the Gaya he spoke was incredibly natural and sophisticated.

The female officer slammed her hand on the table: “Indeed, you are right. But now, we suspect you are related to the recent murders in this city. We have the right to detain you.”

“I want to find someone to bail us out,” Shen Ji said. “Hmph, it better be someone who actually can.”

A form landed on the table. The male officer said: “Fill in the bailor’s information.”