Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 29: Punishing the Naughty Cat!

Ding Heng held Zhao Yanxi's slender ankle tightly, his face stern: "Bad kitty, you made me lose points."

Zhao Yanxi lost her balance as Ding Heng grabbed one of her feet, forcing her to brace herself against the armrest of the gaming chair.

But when she heard the question, she was not afraid at all. Instead, her eyes sparkled, and she asked in a soft tone, "Then... how do you plan to punish the disobedient kitten?"

Ding Heng reached out with his other hand and gently scraped the sole of Zhao Yanxi's foot with his fingers.

"Ah! It tickles! Hahaha... Stop, stop it..."

When Ding Heng scratched Zhao Yanxi, she immediately felt unbearably itchy and burst into laughter, but she still tried to keep up appearances.

"But is that all you've got? Hmph...not at all...hahaha...not impressive at all..."

Ding Heng immediately stopped, and Zhao Yanxi, having just caught her breath, thought the punishment was over.

The next second, Ding Heng suddenly exerted force with his thumb, precisely pressing on a certain acupoint on the sole of her foot!

"Awooo—!!!"

A sharp cry of pain escaped Zhao Yanxi's throat. She felt as if she had been electrocuted, her body instantly stiffening. Her grip on the handrail loosened, and she only managed to stay upright because Ding Heng was holding onto her ankle.

"Ouch... Ouch... It hurts... I was so wrong... Ouch... Not there!"

She winced in pain, her features contorted, all traces of her previous coquettishness and provocation vanished, leaving only panicked pleas for mercy.

Ding Heng pressed down again with increased force.

"Ugh—!"

Zhao Yanxi's body suddenly leaned back, her neck stretched out, and her eyes rolled upwards uncontrollably, revealing a large area of ​​white.

He gasped for breath, almost as if suffocating, and his knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of the chair.

Seeing her strong reaction, Ding Heng quickly let go.

Zhao Yanxi slumped in the chair like a fish out of water, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently. It took her a long time to refocus her eyes, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Ding Heng suddenly remembered that when Zhao Yanxi was drunk that day, she vaguely said that she was "extremely afraid of pain".

It seems this wasn't a joke; her pain tolerance appears to be much lower than average, and her reaction is exceptionally intense.

Ding Heng stopped "punishing" her and reached out to slap her white-stockinged thigh with a light but firm touch, making a crisp "smack" sound.

Then he gave a stern order: "Stop fooling around, go and change your clothes back."

It took Zhao Yanxi a while to recover, her eyes welling up with tears and redness.

She bit her lip, still defiant, and glared at Ding Heng with her neck stiff: "You, you keep going! If you've got the guts, then... then keep torturing me, I'm not going to change!"

Ding Heng was both angry and amused. He rubbed his temples and reluctantly gave in: "I'm scared of you, okay? If this keeps up, I really won't be able to hold it in anymore."

I was annoyed by Wenjing's photos early this morning, and when I tried to distract myself by playing games, Zhao Yanxi teased me.

Ding Heng felt like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, his rationality taut and tightly wound.

The man's honesty and submission stunned Zhao Yanxi, and the grievance on her face was instantly replaced by a sly smile.

She tilted her head slightly, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Can't hold it in? Can't hold it in what?"

Ding Heng sighed, "I'm begging you, please?"

Hearing Ding Heng "beg" her, Zhao Yanxi hummed contentedly twice, her chin slightly raised, like a kitten that had won a fight.

"That's more like it."

After getting up and putting on her slippers, Zhao Yanxi limped towards the restroom to change back into her workout clothes.

Ding Heng sat down in front of the computer again, feeling even more tired than after playing games all afternoon. He was just about to close his eyes and rest for a bit—

"Bang! Crash!!"

"what--!"

A dull thud followed by Zhao Yanxi's short, panicked scream!

Ding Heng's heart tightened, and he rushed to the bathroom in the living room.

The bathroom door was half-open, and the inside was a mess.

For some unknown reason, the old metal faucet connected to the sink suddenly broke off at the base. Freed from its restraints, the tap water gushed out violently under the pressure of the pipes, like a small fountain. The water jet shot straight up to the ceiling and then cascaded down, instantly turning the entire bathroom into a water curtain cave.

Zhao Yanxi, who was standing in front of the sink, was the first to be affected.

Before she could even change out of her thin nurse's uniform, she was drenched in cold water.

The pink and white cropped top clung tightly to her body, becoming almost transparent, clearly outlining the contours of her matching underwear and her skin tone.

The white stockings were soaked with water, clinging tightly to her slender legs. Water droplets rolled down the fabric, glistening in the sunlight.

The entire person, from top to bottom, is almost completely visible.

The cold water made her body shiver slightly, and her purple hair clung wetly to her cheeks and neck.

She was clearly terrified and even tried to block the raging water with her hands, only to be splashed even more and become even more disheveled.

Wet, almost translucent, curves fully revealed... an unconscious allure amidst panic!

Ding Heng's mind went blank for a moment, and the anger he had barely managed to suppress suddenly surged up again like dry tinder doused with oil!

Chapter 30: Stealing a Man? It's Up to You!

One hour later.

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, I'll take your money."

After seeing off the plumber who had come to make an emergency repair, Ding Heng turned around, walked to his bedroom, and knocked on the door.

"The person's gone, are you dressed yet?"

The bedroom door clicked open.

Zhao Yanxi stepped out of the room, scratching her head sheepishly, "Um... I just gently twisted it to tighten it, I didn't expect it to..."

All the clothes she brought were soaked, so Zhao Yanxi had to change into a loose-fitting oversized overshirt that originally belonged to Ding Heng.

Ding Heng is 186cm tall, and the sweatshirt he wore covered Zhao Yanxi's mid-thighs.

But the problem is, she's naked down there...

Two straight, long, and fair legs were exposed to the air without any cover, stretching from the hem of the sweatshirt all the way to the bare feet.

Because she had just been splashed with cold water and dried, her skin still had a faint pinkish tinge.

Ding Heng's gaze swept over her bare legs: "Where are your pants? Didn't I give you my sweatpants?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted, tugged at the hem of her hoodie, and complained coquettishly, "Look how thin my waist is, your pants can't even stay on, they'll fall down after a few steps, how am I supposed to wear them..."

Ding Heng quickly shifted his gaze, sensing that the flames he had just suppressed were showing signs of reigniting.

"Fine, fine, whatever you say."

He didn't want to dwell on this dangerous topic any longer, so he turned and went back to his study: "Your clothes are in the washing machine, remember to hang them out to dry later."

"Know it!"

After that thrilling ordeal, Zhao Yanxi finally calmed down and sat down properly next to Ding Heng, even finding a blanket to cover her legs.

Are you alright?

"What's good about it?"

"Didn't you just say you couldn't hold it in..."

"Don't cause trouble, you should be able to hold it in a little longer."

"Oh."

Zhao Yanxi responded with a sound that betrayed neither disappointment nor relief.

Fearing that Zhao Yanxi might cause some more trouble, Ding Heng didn't dare to ask Xie Baoyang to play games with him anymore.

He opened Steam, browsed his game library for a while, and finally clicked on the Old Man Ring, ready to play through the game again.

Upon entering the game, Ding Heng quickly arrived at the "Nimgford" area and charged towards the tree guard riding a tall horse and wearing heavy armor.

Ding Heng remembered that when the game first came out, he played against this "new teacher" and died no less than dozens of times, getting utterly crushed.

But now, whether it's the +3 Agility from the system or not, Ding Heng feels that his reaction speed and hand-eye coordination have improved by more than one level.

Control your character to roll and dodge the golden halberd's slashes and charges, timing it perfectly.

Dodge, attack, dodge again, drink medicine... the movements are fluid and graceful.

Finally, the tree guardian collapsed to the ground with a thud, and Ding Heng hadn't even finished using up his health potion.

Wow! That's amazing!

Zhao Yanxi immediately clapped, offering plenty of emotional support: "You passed it on the first try! I've seen those streamers die so many times when they try this!"

Ding Heng smiled calmly and rode his horse to the Church of Arey.

Zhao Yanxi asked curiously, "This game! Isn't it that super popular one from a few years ago... what was it called again? The one made by Miyazaki... Miyazaki Hayao? I heard it's really difficult?"

"Hmm, you know?"

“I saw compilations of those streamers breaking down.”

Zhao Yanxi's knowledge of games comes almost entirely from short videos. When the Old Man Ring was first released, it was quite popular, and she would often see several streamers playing it.

Ding Heng's character sits down to rest at the blessing point, and a CG animation is automatically triggered.

Beside the campfire, the figure of a woman wearing a travel cloak and a wide hood quietly appeared.

“I am Melina…”

A gentle, ethereal voice rang out, and the woman in the CG slowly removed her hood, her face exquisite yet exuding a sense of inhuman detachment and compassion.

"Huh?!"

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer to the screen and, after careful examination, seemed to have discovered some earth-shattering secret.

"Brother Ding Heng, isn't this girl your computer desktop and phone screensaver?!"