System, You Didn't Say the Villain Can Read Minds! - Chapter 30

Chapter 30

◎How Should I Face Her?◎

Making love is like drowning. Once you sink, whether you can resurface is not entirely up to you.

Not to mention, they were sinking into a turbulent ocean.

The perfume’s effect only lasted for one hour.

An hour later, the room was still filled with the suggestive scent of roses, but both were clear-headed enough to stop at any time.

But Yun Wenzhou didn’t ask to stop, so Mo Jiu didn’t stop. Only when her hands ached from the exertion did she flee in disarray.

“I’m… going to the restroom,” Mo Jiu went to the bathroom, avoiding eye contact with Yun Wenzhou the entire time, even though she had had more than enough time to admire her earlier.

Mo Jiu: I’m doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed.

Mo Jiu: How am I supposed to face her now?

Even though she had convinced herself that she was merely helping out, just like when she helped cover Yun Wenzhou with a blanket when they slept, she was only offering assistance.

But she couldn’t face the pleasure and satisfaction she had felt during the process, leading to a state where she didn’t know what expression to wear when facing Yun Wenzhou afterward.

It was true that Mo Jiu liked ladies, but she only liked the appearance of a lady, the appeal of a long, black abstinence dress, and elegant manners—it was a very superficial kind of liking.

She clearly knew Yun Wenzhou was not a lady, yet she was still drawn to her appearance, not because her appearance was ladylike, but because—she was Yun Wenzhou.

A fact Mo Jiu had realized but dared not admit: If the person lying on the bed hadn’t been Yun Wenzhou, what happened tonight would never have occurred.

If the person on the bed had been Ye Lan, Yue Xinghe, or any other attractive woman with a good figure, she might not have thrown the person out the window, but she definitely would have left the room before everything spiraled out of control.

It was precisely because it was Yun Wenzhou that she…

She felt desire for Yun Wenzhou.

Mo Jiu: As an older sister, to do something like this to her younger sister, and even enjoy it… I’m beyond saving.

System: Does the host want me to comfort you? In that case, I will say that neither the original host nor the villain considered the other person family, but rather intruders into their lives. You have no blood ties or sisterly affection. When something like this happens, she treats you as a tool, and you take the opportunity to humiliate her. This is completely logical.

Mo Jiu: “…That’s great comfort. Next time, please don’t.”

A tool? If Yun Wenzhou really thought that way, Mo Jiu would actually feel much more relieved.

Because in that case, she wouldn’t owe her anything.

During Mo Jiu’s “restroom break,” Yun Wenzhou cleaned herself up, then threw the now-ineffective perfume out the window.

She took a moment to lean out and check if anyone was below.

She saw bloodstains but no person—the man whose midnight intrusion and ill intent she had unfortunately predicted had left. She wasn’t sure if he left on his own or was carried away by someone else.

Yun Wenzhou rested her head on the window sill, staring blankly at the night sky for a moment.

She dreamed of being touched by her sister, but after actually being touched… it felt just like that?

She thought she would feel satisfied, but her heart still felt empty. She still felt like… something was missing.

It was certainly stimulating. Under Sister’s touch, even the shame felt like the cherry on a cake, perfectly placed.

But what she wanted was never a moment’s pleasure.

Sister, now that you’ve touched me, please don’t ever leave me, okay?

Stop resisting my closeness. Accept me, respond to me, love me.

I’ve had enough of your hot-and-cold attitude. Grant me your unwavering devotion.

There was no running water in the hotel, so Mo Jiu used mineral water to dampen a towel, cleaning herself from head to toe. After changing into clean clothes, she finally emerged from the bathroom.

She also prepared clean clothes for Yun Wenzhou.

“Go clean up.”

Yun Wenzhou looked like she wanted to say something but ultimately gave a docile “Mhm” and did as Mo Jiu said.

The night was deep. After cleaning up, the two returned to bed, falling asleep as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the night was undisturbed, but upon waking the next day, rumors were swirling.

The moment Mo Jiu opened her eyes, she heard arguments downstairs.

“It’s this room.”

“Are they still inside? Go climb up and take a look?”

“Why don’t you climb up?”

“Sigh, it’s too late even if we climb up now. It’s such a pity we didn’t climb up last night.”

“Boss really doesn’t treat us like brothers. If he was a brother, we should have all gone together.”

“The Boss wasn’t involved, right? He just saw…”

“Do you really believe that? Seeing it and not going in, is he even a man?”

Mo Jiu frowned upon hearing this: System, what are they talking about?

System: Replying to Host, Sima Xiu Luo spread a rumor that he saw you and Yun Wenzhou sleeping with a group of men all night. Now, the entire Xiu Luo Gang knows about it.

Mo Jiu held up one hand, forming a fist.

Mo Jiu: I should have tied him to a lamppost with a rope!

However, to jump from the third floor and still manage to hide the fact that he was castrated before being discovered, and then spread rumors the next day like nothing happened… this man’s body was truly resilient.

Mo Jiu looked at Yun Wenzhou beside her, confirmed that she was still asleep, pursed her lips, and then quietly got out of bed and slipped out the door.

She was dressed in all black today: a fitted hoodie underneath an over-the-knee black trench coat, revealing a pair of distinctive long boots.

Her hair was left down, flowing over her neck in a wolf-cut style.

She walked downstairs expressionlessly. With every step, her killing intent toward Sima Xiu Luo intensified.

The reason she had spared his life, apart from wanting to use him to warn the others in the Xiu Luo Gang, was that she didn’t feel his crime warranted death.

Mo Jiu adhered to the principle of “repaying injury with justice.”

Not “repaying injury with kindness,” nor “repaying injury with injury,” but “repaying injury with justice.”

If someone she disliked did something offensive to her, she would never tolerate it, but she wouldn’t let herself vent her anger without limit either.

Simply put: If you seek to kill me, I will kill you. If you didn’t intend to kill me, I won’t kill you either.

But now, she felt she was wrong.

Preaching morality to an immoral person only makes them think you’re easy to bully.

She spared Sima Xiu Luo’s life, not expecting him to be grateful, but hoping he would behave himself from now on.

But did he perhaps think she wouldn’t dare to kill?

Mo Jiu reached the first floor, walked out of the lobby, and headed toward where the men were gossiping.

The men saw her from afar and instantly fell silent, looking at her with either evasiveness or excitement.

One of them coughed and tentatively spoke: “Uh… can I join in the fun tonight?”

“Sure,” Mo Jiu agreed quickly. However, the next second, she raised one hand, freezing the man who made the request in place, and then slowly clenched her fist.

The man’s body curled up uncontrollably, as if being kneaded into a ball by an invisible force.

There was a “crack,” and it sounded like something broke.

“Aah aah aah! I was wrong! Spare me! I was wrong, aah aah!”

Mo Jiu did not stop. She let his bones be broken and crushed by her ability one after another until he breathed his last.

She wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

The people here didn’t understand her words, so she would communicate with them in a way they could understand.

The others had been watching the show, some even eager to try to imitate it. When they saw Mo Jiu crush a man to death in mid-air right in front of them, their faces instantly turned deathly pale as if powdered, and even their eyes became much clearer.

“Does anyone else want to join in the fun with me?” Mo Jiu looked at them.

The group of grown men shook their heads like rattles.

“This rumor was spread by Sima Xiu Luo?” Mo Jiu asked them. “Where is he?”

“Rumor? Ah… I knew it couldn’t be that outrageous… As for the Boss, Ptooey! that bastard who spread the rumor, he’s probably in that supermarket over there. All the Xiu Luo Gang’s supplies are there,” one of them replied.

“Good.” Mo Jiu confirmed with the System that Sima Xiu Luo was indeed there.

Before heading over, Mo Jiu pointed at the corpse on the ground and said to the men: “Nothing happened last night. If you spread rumors again, this will be your fate.”

The men all agreed, nodding vigorously.

Heh, so why did the villain in the original book crave strength? This was the reason.

The female lead didn’t crave it because she already possessed enough strength to protect herself and those around her from being bullied.

Mo Jiu didn’t spare the men another glance and walked straight to Sima Xiu Luo’s location.

Next to the hotel was a supermarket, not large, only two stories high. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, various foods, water, and daily necessities could be seen stacked inside.

At this moment, the supermarket door was closed. A few people were sitting inside, chatting, and one of them was Sima Xiu Luo.

Mo Jiu didn’t knock on the door. Instead, she retrieved an axe from her space and slammed it against the glass with a “bang”!

“What the heck!” The people inside were startled and immediately stood up from their chairs.

Seeing Mo Jiu, Sima Xiu Luo visibly flinched, while the others looked surprised.

“Uh… what’s wrong?” They were completely unaware of what exactly happened last night, so they didn’t know Mo Jiu’s purpose.

Mo Jiu ignored them and directly questioned Sima Xiu Luo: “I heard you’ve been spreading rumors about me?”

Everyone looked at Sima Xiu Luo. Sima Xiu Luo’s gaze darted around nervously, clearly guilty: “I didn’t. It wasn’t me. I just heard it…”

“Oh, then why didn’t you clarify things for me?”

“Why should I clarify your rumor?”

“Clarify it myself? I can do that. I’ll tell everyone exactly what happened last night, down to the last detail.”

“Shut up!” Sima Xiu Luo couldn’t help but raise his voice.

After running back to the supermarket last night, he prayed to the Goddess of the Star-Moon all night long.

His injuries quickly recovered. Even his broken shoulder healed perfectly.

But the part he lost did not return.

Why?

Why did this happen?

Since encountering those two women, the Goddesses of the Four Seasons were no longer as effective as before.

Praying to the Goddess of Dusk, he could even sleep with men, but not those two women.

Praying to the Goddess of the Star-Moon, even a broken arm could grow back, yet the part those two women sliced off could not be restored at all.

He couldn’t accept the fact that he was no longer a man, nor could he accept that all of this was caused by two women.

Therefore, when his subordinates bragged about the two women’s looks and figures in front of him, he couldn’t help but say, “They’re only pretty to look at. You don’t know how wild they were playing last night.”

He had panicked when the rumor spread, but how could he take back what he had already said? It would damage his reputation.

So, it became this.

“So what if people are talking about you? Is it that big of a deal?” Sima Xiu Luo didn’t dare to confront Mo Jiu but also didn’t want to admit he was wrong, so he could only say this.

Mo Jiu let out a laugh, mocking his dismissive attitude and also mocking herself for being willing to give him a chance to speak. It was truly… too indecisive.

Mo Jiu didn’t like any negative vocabulary associated with her gender, but she felt that the term “indecisive” (popo mama) was somewhat accurate for describing someone who wasn’t quick and decisive.

Indecisive, soft-hearted (furen zhi ren)—women were just prone to overthinking and then being soft.

To put it nicely, it was kindness, high moral standards. To put it negatively, it was foolishness.

Repeated soft-heartedness only led to digging one’s own grave again and again.

Since that was the case, she could also be decisive and ruthless.

“Is that your last word? Good. Now you can go die.”

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