CHAPTER 80: RISE OF THE DRAGON*

[Quest Triggered: Innocent Or...?]

[It seems Jin Yuexin has a very unique interest in your body. Is it innocent... or?]

[Objective: Obey her every request for as long as you can without getting hard.]

• Easy Mode: 5 Minutes

• Medium Mode: 10 Minutes

• Hard Mode: 20 Minutes

[God of Richness & Love is watching with popcorn and tissues ready!]

["IS THIS ANOTHER INNOCENT, PERVERTED MAIDEN?! SHY ON THE OUTSIDE, BUT CAN TICKLE YOUR DRAGON LIKE A MASTER SCULPTOR!? AHAHAHA—GOOD LUCK, BRO!"]

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’What kind of cursed, cock-teasing side quest is this?! Innocent or—what?! Just finish the damn sentence, system!’ Zhao Yiming cursed internally, his heart pounding like a war drum.

Controlling his "dragon" was already hard on normal days. But now? That poor beast was about to enter a battlefield, and there was no retreat. Especially since his harem spoiled him rotten and treated his body like sacred treasure.

He slowly removed his shirt, letting it drop to the studio floor. Even the air brushing across his bare skin made him more aware of the situation.

His body, honed by daily workouts and high-protein meals, glistened slightly in the afternoon light. Abs cut like marble, chest broad, shoulders powerful. A body sculpted by desire and maintained by pure pride.

He cleared his throat, trying to act calm. "Um... what kind of pose are you planning to draw? I haven’t seen you touch the canvas yet."

Yuexin jolted slightly as she’d just been caught peeking under a nun’s robe.

"I... I just wanted to sketch first," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Zhao Yiming nodded carefully. "Alright. I’ll stay still."

She began sketching again—but then suddenly stood up.

Her blue eyes locked onto his chest like a scientist about to dissect a rare creature. Slowly she walked over to him, her steps silent as a cat’s.

Before he could say anything, she poked his nipple with her pencil.

"Wha—!"

She didn’t flinch. She was too focused.

Next, her slender fingers traced across his abs, lightly brushing each muscle like she was mapping the terrain. Her breath tickled his torso as she bent down slightly, lips parted in quiet awe.

"Miss Yuexin...?" Zhao Yiming tensed, his jaw locked as he tried his damnedest not to move.

Then—she touched his nipple again. This time with her thumb. Gently twisted it.

’OH COME ON! SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE SHY!’

But the system had made it clear. Deny her once—and it’s over.

"She’s still in drawing mode... she’s still in drawing mode..." he repeated like a prayer.

Yuexin murmured softly, full of curiosity, "Hm... so that’s how it feels by hand."

Then her eyes drifted lower to the veins near his pelvis. To the faint trail of hair disappearing under the waistband of his pants.

Her fingers followed and touched it.

Zhao Yiming nearly gasped, biting his lip. His entire body jerked like a taut wire.

Yuexin tilted her head, expression was still calm. Still studious. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," he said through gritted teeth.

She smiled faintly and stepped back, returning to her sketchbook.

He breathed out slowly. Maybe it was over.

Until she suddenly asked, "Can you take off your pants?"

"...EH?!" His entire soul screamed.

His spirit left his body and ascended halfway to the heavens before being forcefully dragged back down.

"But I-I’m only sketching your form," Yuexin said, blinking innocently. "Just for study purposes... you know? So can you take off your underwater too?"

Zhao Yiming stood frozen, his jaw slack. ’WHAT KIND OF STUDY IT IS?! BEING A PERVERT?!’

The system dinged again like a twisted little devil:

[WARNING: Quest Failure if refused! No money and AP for you!]

[Status: 10 Minutes In – Slight Arousal Detected. Hold the line, comrade!]

’COMRADE MY ASS!!!’ Zhao Yiming clenched his fists. ’DAMN YOU, PERVERTED GOD—I’LL MAKE IT THROUGH THIS EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!’

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly unbuckled his belt.

"This... is for my corporate empire," Zhao Yiming muttered under his breath as he reluctantly let his pants—and underwear—hit the floor.

Now he stood there, completely bare, nothing to protect him from the full force of artistic scrutiny.

Jin Yuexin widened her eyes, staring at the penis in front of her. It was big even when soft. With the speed of light, she grabbed a new paper and started sketching like a possessed artist.

Zhao Yiming stood frozen like a gladiator at his public execution. ’I feel like a lab rat. A naked, terrified lab rat.’

’It’s alright,’ he reassured himself. ’She won’t dare touch it. Right? RIGHT?!’

That illusion shattered the moment she crouched—right in front of it.

IN FRONT OF HIS COCK!

Zhao Yiming held his breath. He could feel her breath tickling his skin as she leaned in—sniffing it?? Her eyes scanned it from the side, the underside, every angle possible.

He felt so open, so exposed, so embarrassed, and just... complicated. But hey—he’d get a lot of money from this!

’I’ve never felt this exposed in my entire life,’ he thought, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

[You’ve lasted 15 minutes! 5 more minutes for max reward!]

’FIVE?!’ His brain screamed. ’Torture! This is certified dragon-control torture!’

But it got worse.

Yuexin’s pencil poked the tip of his cock—just gently, full of curiosity—causing Zhao Yiming’s eyes to widen in sheer horror.

"M-Miss Yue?" His voice cracked.

"I’m just curious... how it feels in my hand," she said, voice more confident than before. Intrigued, even. She looked at him like he was a living art reference.

"Ugh... in what kind of art is this even needed?" he groaned.

"Smut," she blinked. "I’m working on a romance manhua." Then her cheeks flushed red. "And there’s that thing, you know? So I really wanted to know..."

Zhao Yiming closed his eyes, ’This is my funeral,’ he thought, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

But he didn’t stop her. He couldn’t—not with the system looming over him like a vulture made of AP and money.

Since he didn’t protest, she became bolder—putting down her sketchbook as she reached forward, her fingers gently touching his cock.

She lifted the foreskin with curiosity, exploring the soft texture like it was clay or silk.

"Usually... men are hard when having intercourse, right? What does it look like when it gets hard?" she asked softly.

Her hand moved to his balls, gently squeezing them.

Zhao Yiming’s willpower snapped like an overused rubber band. Veins popped on his neck. His fists clenched.

"I can’t do it... this is my limit..."

He took a deep breath—and failed.

With one last mental scream, his dragon rose from the ashes, now standing proud and tall right in front of her stunned eyes.

Jin Yuexin widened her eyes, mesmerized.