Zongman: Collecting starts with Shiori

When Kuang San heard this, the light in her eyes flickered slightly. She pursed her cherry-like bright yet somewhat stubborn lips, as if thinking about how to respond to this sudden question.

"I... am Kuang San, I am who I am..."

After the silence, Kuang San still gave the same answer.

"Tsk... You still don't want to admit it even after all this? What good will this do for you? From what I see, you probably don't even know that you've met me before? This proves that there is no connection between you two. Wouldn't it be better to get rid of unnecessary burdens and free yourself?"

Although Shikimori Kaede did not have any definite evidence, he still said this based on his own logic, trying to trick the answer out of Kurumi.

There is no doubt that Shikimori Kaede made the right bet.

Because Kurumi's struggle became weaker.

She suppressed her discomfort and looked at Shi Shoufeng.

"I..."

But just as she was about to speak, the chair started to act up again.

A few black whips appeared from nowhere and hit Kurumi's body before Shikimori Kaede could even react.

“Ahem…!”

The force was neither too strong nor too light and would not cause any harm to Kurumi.

But if you combine it with steel balls that change their frequency, everything will be different.

This made Kuang San's big watery eyes shine with a strange light. At the same time, she clenched her teeth and spat at Shiki Morikaze angrily.

"I am who I am, I don't know what you are talking about!"

...

Damn...

Seeing the red marks appearing on Kuang San Jiao Bai's delicate body as the whip was swung, Shiki Shou Feng was also shocked.

This guy... really knows how to choose the time to show up.

Now it's all over...

Chapter 122 The Owner of the Chair

"Snapped--"

A crisp whip sound pierced the dull air, followed by the echo of "crackling", which lingered in the dark space for a long time.

Shi Shoufeng pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and his deep eyes flashed with complex light.

He could only stand there quietly, his inner struggle and helplessness surging like the tide, watching everything in front of him without thinking.

The whip shadow was like a snake, swift and fierce, falling accurately on Kuang San's delicate skin again and again. Every whip mark seemed to draw a cruel pattern on her fair body.

However, what was surprising was that instead of letting out a scream of pain, Kuang San let out bursts of charming and seductive moans from her cherry-like mouth, which was slightly opened due to the pain, as if these beatings were an indescribable and strange enjoyment for her.

Her long hair looked even more messy due to sweat and slight trembling. A few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks, adding a strange charm.

Kuang San's eyes were half-closed, with a slight blush in the corners of her eyes. It was a unique mixture of pain and pleasure, which made Shikimori Feng, who witnessed all this, feel an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

The surrounding light seemed to be distorted by this unique atmosphere. The dim light cast mottled shadows on the two figures, adding a touch of mystery and weirdness to the scene.

The air was filled with a strange smell mixed with leather and spices, which made people hold their breath involuntarily. The whole space seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, and time became both long and short at this moment.

Deep inside Shiki Shoufeng's heart, he was as clear as a mirror and knew that no matter how much he asked, he would not be able to uncover more secrets.

Therefore, he chose to immerse himself in the unusual beauty before his eyes, staring at it in ecstasy. Even the subtle movement of the door behind him opening silently and then slowly closing failed to attract his attention at all.

"Tsk... who on earth moved this chair here? It's really scary."

Shikimori Feng muttered to himself, looking away from the puzzling scene, his hand unconsciously stroking his chin, a hint of indescribable complex emotions hanging at the corner of his mouth.

He thought to himself that even Kuang San, who never showed weakness easily, seemed to be in great pain in this situation, which made Shi Shoufeng feel an inexplicable sigh in his heart.

Just as his thoughts were running wild like a runaway horse, a sudden soft voice sounded in his ears, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, causing him to tremble violently and his heart to be startled.

"It's me."

Shiki's body stiffened involuntarily. The sudden voice, like a ghost hovering behind him, caught him off guard. A chill instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils slightly dilated, and was almost scared silly as he looked at the white coat fluttering in the dim light.

"Oh my god, who!"

"Ah...it's me..."

Shi Shoufeng's eyes widened, and his sight just caught the man behind him slowly raising his phone and gently touching the screen. In an instant, a soft and weak backlight shone from the phone screen, quietly illuminating the surroundings. The light reflected on the man's face, revealing a pair of eyes full of big dark circles, looking extremely haggard, with a hint of sickly paleness, as if he was a flower that had not seen the sun for a long time, in urgent need of care and protection.

"Lingyin?"

"Why are you here?!"

"I should be the one asking you this, right?"

Lingyin glanced at Kurumi who was sitting on the chair.

"Students shouldn't be allowed to enter this room, right? This is the office the school gave me."

"your??!"

Shi Shoufeng's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise for a moment, and his brows were slightly frowned. His eyes, which were originally as gentle as the spring breeze, now seemed to be filled with vigilance.

And now, in the teacher's office, which should have been serious and quiet, there suddenly appeared such an existence that was difficult to ignore.

This made Shi Shoufeng's defense line involuntarily stand up, and he couldn't let down his guard easily no matter what.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Lingyin's tone was light, yet she seemed to be deliberately avoiding something.

Her eyes subconsciously avoided Shiki Shoufeng's sight and quietly slid to the ground at her feet.

"This thing...are you going to use it for yourself?"

Shi Shoufeng's voice seemed a little hesitant, with confusion and surprise between his words. He could hardly imagine what use that inconspicuous object could have.

"?"

Lingyin tilted her head, her hair brushing gently against her ears. Her puzzled expression was filled with a bit of childish innocence. Her head tilted slightly, as if she completely didn't understand the meaning of Shi Shoufeng's words.

"Of course it's for you. Why would I need this?"

Lingyin's explanation came with the wind, with a tone of unquestionable certainty, as if everything she did was so natural.

"You guessed it right!!"

Shiki Shoufeng pointed his finger under the chair.

There, steel balls shining with a cold metallic luster were still torturing Kuang San.

"Tell me loudly, are these steel balls for me? What on earth do you want to do!!!"

"What do you say?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Lingyin's lips, and her eyes flickered with greed and passion.

Her gaze was like that of a hunter, with a certain irresistible aggression, scanning back and forth around Shi Shoufeng, as if she was savoring the endless joy brought by the prey that was about to be caught.

"Have you... talked enough?! Let me go!!!"

Seeing the two people ignoring her and chatting as if no one was around, Kuang San's patience finally reached its limit, and she roared without saying anything.

"Ah... I just wanted to ask, why is she here and using this thing? I clearly prepared this for you. I also want to know what expression you will have when you are being massaged there?"

Lingyin didn't react at all to Kuang San's roar, she just looked at Shiki Shoufeng quietly.

"...you've got enough..."

Listening to the arrogant words uttered by Ling Yin, Shi Shoufeng felt extremely helpless.

"she is..."

"Elf, I know that Commander Codename 'Nightmare' confirmed her identity when he saw her on the school's cameras."

Lingyin looked at Kuang San's body, which had softened to the extreme, without showing any emotion.

"It's just that, Shikimori Kaede... you actually managed to torment Kurumi like this, you're really amazing..."

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by tossing and turning? Can you please speak more nicely?"

Shikishou Feng sighed.

"Isn't this thing yours? How do I stop? I don't know how."

Chapter 123 Let go

Lingyin gently pinched the soft little bear toy hanging on her chest, the touch of its fine velvet flowing through her fingertips. Her eyes flashed with deep thoughts, as if every thought was silently communicating with this inconspicuous doll.

After a moment, she slowly opened her lips and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind.

"Perhaps everything that happened here is the best arrangement, right? After all, she is a nightmare. After she stops, no one can guarantee that she will not go berserk again. Look at her eyes...it seems as if she will devour you completely in the next second."

"Swallow..."

The corner of Shi Shoufeng's mouth twitched unconsciously, and a hint of bitterness arose in his heart.

That's right, it's not just "devouring", it's a desire that goes deep into the bone marrow, a madness born in endless darkness and torture. Let me ask, who can stay rational under such torment and not be pushed to the limit?

However, even though he knew it, Shi Shoufeng still shook his head firmly, his brows revealing an unquestionable determination. "Let's stop here. After all, this is not my real wish."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yin fixed her clear eyes on Shi Shoufeng, as if trying to dig out the most truthful answer from the depths of his eyes.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the air was filled with a tense and subtle atmosphere.

"Really? Then follow your heart."

After she finished speaking, she did not make any unnecessary movements. She just quietly and slowly leaned towards a chair not far away and gently extended one hand. The movement was elegant and calm, but it inadvertently brought the two closer together.

Shiki Shoufeng was located right in the narrow gap between the chair and Lingyin. This sudden closeness was as if Lingyin was silently inviting him to dance, or gently giving him comfort.

As she gradually got closer, a faint and unique fragrance quietly lingered around Shi Shoufeng's nose. It was a scent that belonged only to Lingyin, as if it was jasmine blooming in the morning dew, mixed with her slightly rising body temperature and a tenderness that seemed out of place in this quiet moment, like a spring breeze on his face, making Shi Shoufeng feel a little moved. He subconsciously raised his elbow slightly, trying to maintain a subtle distance between the two of them.

"What are you doing!"

There was a hint of surprise and confusion in Shiki Shoufeng's tone, but his eyes couldn't help but catch Lingyin's indescribable expression changes.

"Hmph..." Ling Yin did not respond to his question directly, but just raised one eyebrow slightly, with an intriguing smile on the corner of her mouth.

Along with Shiki Shoufeng's subtle movements, she actually let out an extremely charming, almost bone-chilling hum. The sound was as thin as a mosquito, but clearly audible, like the gentlest whisper in the night, with a certain kind of teasing.

"What are you doing? Didn't you ask me to turn off this chair?"

Although Shi Shoufeng knew that Ling Yin did it on purpose, he did not say much. He just slightly moved aside and walked away from the two of them, watching with his arms folded.

Lingyin glanced at Shiki Shoufeng and said nothing more.

Directly approached Kurumi.

While pretending to find the switch, he took a picture of Kurumi's face with the hidden camera on his collar.

"The data has been sent over...it can be checked."

Lingyin murmured in a barely audible voice and turned off the chair.

"Okay, I turned it off."

Lingyin responded to Shi Shoufeng casually, then walked towards the door.

"Ah... I'll lend you the office for now. Remember not to destroy it. I hate cleaning up..."

When Ling Yin's figure gradually disappeared from sight, Shi Shoufeng did not choose to continue disturbing Kuang San who was standing there and breathing heavily.

He just stood there silently, waiting with an indescribable patience until her disordered breathing gradually calmed down and she recovered to a calmness sufficient to support the next conversation.

"Now," Shiki Shoufeng's voice sounded at the right time, "Can you tell me what secret you are carrying?"

When Kuang San heard this, a slightly sarcastic smile appeared on her lips. In that smile, there was both disdain and an indescribable loneliness.

She stretched out her hand slowly, and it seemed as if there were invisible threads in the air being gently pulled by her. In the blink of an eye, a gorgeous and mysterious spiritual outfit had tightly wrapped around her body, making her look like a messenger from another world.

The change happened so quickly that people almost thought it was an illusion, but the sudden increase in aura actually shook every inch of space around it.

"Ah..."

Kuang San chuckled, and there was depth and complexity in that laughter, as if she was mocking Shi Shoufeng's naivety, and as if she was mocking her own fate.