In a person's life, there will always be moments that leave you helpless. The moment you sit down on the toilet and realize you forgot to bring paper, for instance.
The moment you tear open your instant noodles and discover there's no noodle cake inside.
Or, for instance... the moment a female enemy you've only just knocked down starts throwing you flirtatious glances, wanting to strike up a relationship a little beyond friendship.
As was said before, Qin Yu was a gorgeous little tramp... all right, that's a touch rude — let's call her a free-spirited older sister instead.
The instant she realized the clean-cut little morsel before her was neither the pure innocent who knew nothing of what passed between men and women, nor the closet pervert who looked all prim and proper but secretly lusted after pretty older sisters, but rather the ultra-elite veteran wheelman who could send her flying with a single finger — she got wet on the spot.
No one could have imagined how many gigabytes of adult video this woman's mind cooked up in the space of those few short minutes. She let out a soft breath, turned her head to look at Sun Lang, her eyes nearly dripping. "Little brother, may I get to know you? Big sister wants to with you..."
"I refuse, Miss." Sun Lang answered point-blank. "Have some self-respect. I don't hook up."
"...Big sister means it!" It wasn't as though she'd never slipped up before; her organization had real expertise in springing its people, and even getting hauled in wouldn't be much of a problem.
Qin Yu swore to heaven she truly did want to get to know this little brother, to strike up a little beyond-friendship relationship down the line, with absolutely no thought of revenge. "I mean no harm," she said urgently. "I only want to—"
"I understand. You only covet this chaste and unsullied body of mine..." Sun Lang crouched down, gazed at the woman before him, and sighed. "Auntie, as someone who's been there, let me teach you a few of life's truths. Be elegant, not filthy. Life has so many other joys — don't pour all your attention into this dull business between men and women. To be unable to govern your own desires — how is that any different from a beast..."
As he spoke, a weary, world-worn sigh crept into his eyes. "Let me tell you... I was once just like you. Hot-blooded, every inch of me brimming with reckless hormones, hungering for big-breasted girls, fond of keeping a harem, getting cozy with lots and lots of pretty girls, turning every one of them into a wing of my own, shameless and carefree till the end of time... But a dream is a dream — beautiful precisely because it lies infinitely far from your reach. The day your dream suddenly comes true, you'll find that none of it sits quite right with you; instead it becomes the nightmare that torments you. And so..."
He talked on and on, and suddenly felt something soft against his leg.
He looked down to find the woman writhing, slowly inching over, tilting her face up, smiling with a thousand charms — a wordless expression of the rich and singularly focused workings of her heart at that moment: Quit talking and just get on top of me.
"..." The corner of Sun Lang's eye twitched. She hadn't taken in a single word!
He pressed on patiently, repeating himself. "Miss, you should have some self-respect. Pleasure now means a lifetime of regret later. You ought to go find some honest man who must have dug up your ancestors' graves in a past life... ahem — find a man who truly loves you and entrust your whole life to him, instead of acting like a bitch in heat here. I'm long past the age of clamoring to bed every virgin I see. I hope you'll grow up a bit too. You're an adult — rein your heart in. Don't go charging at every peerless beauty you spot, looking for a quick lay..."
Qin Yu cooed coquettishly, "Little brother..."
Sun Lang could bear it no longer. He shot to his feet, lifted his foot, and planted it on the lady thief's high, upturned rump, shoving the inch-taking woman away as he said coldly, "...Shut up, you lowly sow!"
There it was again! The instant the hard heel of his shoe met her soft backside, a pleasure laced with shame and rage came flooding in at once — the hardness of the heel, the force of him, and that merciless rebuke.
Qin Yu let out a long, drawn-out cry and wailed in a tone of pure anguish, "Wh-why?! Even being cursed at like this, even being treated so roughly — how can I actually feel... so good?!"
Damn it...
The corner of Sun Lang's eye twitched again. Shit, I can never control myself... So it really has become instinct?
He sighed, glanced around, then bent down and picked up Qin Yu's flying claw. He pried off the claw-blade and tugged at the fine chain woven of animal sinew and iron wire. "...You forced me to this."
Qin Yu had just opened her mouth to speak when, all of a sudden, a long, thick, hard, rod-shaped object stopped it up, leaving her to make muffled, whimpering sounds.
His face expressionless, Sun Lang had shoved the scabbard of the woman's short blade crosswise into her mouth, forcing her teeth to clamp down on it.
Then his two hands worked deftly, looping and tying, binding the fine chain to both ends of the scabbard and hauling it back so it gagged her good and tight.
His hands darted and wove like a butterfly flitting through flowers, first tying a slip-knot at her neck loose enough not to choke her, then weaving on and on downward, all the while muttering under his breath.
At first Qin Yu wanted to struggle, but then she listened to his mumbling, focused for a moment, and made out his low voice saying, "Hold your breath, focus, control the hands, don't make it a turtle-shell, don't make it a turtle-shell..."
"...And it ended up a turtle-shell anyway." A moment later, Sun Lang let out a sigh of grim resignation. "These reckless hands of mine..."
What met the eye was rope-work that could rightly be called a masterpiece — gathering up the body's curves like a coiling dragon, the fine chain biting ever so slightly into the flesh, snug without being savage.
There was no violent coarseness to it; rather it carried a faintly erotic sensuality and beauty, accentuating and showing off the most alluring places of a woman's soft form.
The intricacy and ingenuity of the technique would have sent master needleworkers and skilled seamstresses fleeing with their faces covered... assuming people could appreciate it with an artist's eye.
Otherwise they'd report him to the authorities — they absolutely would — and likely never see anything so lewd and outrageous in all their lives.
Qin Yu struggled a couple of times, only to discover with a start that this ingenious binding, while it limited her movement, brought not the slightest pain or pressure.
Instead it filled her with a strange pleasure, that lovely sensation flowing through every part of her body like a trickling stream.
A most subtle emotion welled up in the lady thief's eyes... she could not speak, but she could express her meaning with her gaze, and those soul-stealing eyes plainly conveyed one obvious message: Little brother, so this is your taste — what fine handiwork...
Damn it. The idiot.
Sun Lang really couldn't stand it. He raised a hand and measured against the back of Qin Yu's neck — the most fragile spot on the human body. One knife-hand chop and... no, better not.
I can't control my strength right now. Too light and she'll probably shoot straight to heaven; too heavy and she'll probably shoot straight to heaven too...
To spare himself the sight and the bother, he untied the cloak from his shoulders and tossed it over Qin Yu. The seductive, alluring woman instantly became a corpse awaiting cremation.
The errant breathed a sigh of relief and began considering how to hand this ultra-troublesome creature over to the proper authorities for detention.
And at that very moment, a sternly righteous, delicate shout rang out beneath the moon: "Lecher! Hold!"
...Now let's take a moment to review the present scene.
Cold moon, bleak wind, the dead of night with not a soul about. A frail young woman trussed up tight, a sanctimonious villain leering as he strips off his outer robe... it was, quite simply, a textbook tableau of a midnight ravishment.
Sun Lang sighed again...
A flurry of footsteps sounded from the other end of the street. A moment later, a female head constable in official dress — bright eyes, white teeth, long blade out of its sheath — came charging up at the head of a great squad of men, brows arched in fury, killing intent rolling off her.
And besides...
Yeesh! This one's got huge tits!