Chapter 97: Level 2.5 — The Demon Proprietress
Arijit
Hill listened to Siloque’s heartbeat. When she said the name “Beiren”, Siloque’s heartbeat was normal. “But this name is pretty common. Are you talking about a man or a woman?…
January 2026
Chapter 96: Siloque’s Reflection
Could it be that Beiren’s massage has the same beautifying effect as Sanji’s cosmetic kick? It’s not that there were any marks on my face like I’d gone under the…
Chapter 95: Siloque Wakes Up
“See you tomorrow, Cass.” “Bye-bye, see you tomorrow.” Cass stood in front of Bried’s house, watching her go inside. He lingered for a moment, observing her cheerful conversation with her…
Chapter 94: Lobby Meeting 2.0
Dingdong— The doorbell rang. Three presses and a pause, not urgent. Hill gently let go of Siloque’s hand and left the room. Rather than wanting to open the door, It…
Chapter 93: Beiren’s Massage
2 minutes later. Beiren skillfully climbed up along the water pipe to the second floor, using the eaves of the first floor as a foothold. Luckily, she wore jeans today,…
Chapter 92: Siloque Is Still Sleeping
April 24th, a Tuesday. “Siloque…took a day off today…” Ah, honestly, it’s about the same. I wish I didn’t have to go to work in the morning either…sleep straight through…
Chapter 91: Deep Cleaning
Siloque, sweating, was not sleeping soundly. In his hazy state, he felt someone hoist him up, shoulder to shoulder. A faint scent of lemon drifted by, awakening his senses. Suddenly,…
Chapter 65: By One’s Own Means
sus
Lin Yanqiu quickly realized her emotions were getting a bit too intense and lowered her gaze, coughing lightly. “This matter doesn’t seem as simple as it appears on the surface.”…
Chapter 64: Drowning
The icy cold voice from the receiver—those weighty words, “Wang Chang is dead”—still echoed in her ears. Lin Yanqiu had already told Hua Qi’an to go home. Once again, the…
Chapter 39: Bastian and Montmartre’s Super Big Spray
Stranger
The inside of the Castle was even larger than it appeared from the outside. All around the Theatre were layers upon layers of private boxes, each one occupied by blurry…