The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 198: It Was So Damn Exciting to Run After Just One Touch!
Chapter 198 - 198: It Was So Damn Exciting to Run After Just One Touch!
When it came to assisting in cultivation, Alice had been extremely proactive.
But no matter how eager she was, driving from New York to here still took hours.
John was sitting in the living room watching TV when—
An hour later—
he suddenly sprang up from the sofa, his face full of disbelief.
He could clearly feel it.
Another false crystal had formed in his belly.
He was still in a daze when the door opened, and Queenie stepped out. Her beautiful face showed no major emotion, but she seemed a little brighter than usual.
"So this is what it feels like to be a cultivator," she said softly.
She stared at her delicate fingertips, where a faint cyan stream of vital energy coiled around them like mist.
"I really do feel different... lighter, stronger. Little John, why are you looking at me like that?"
John was wide-eyed, mouth slightly open.
When he came to his senses, he swallowed and said in disbelief, "Sis, do you even know how terrifying your cultivation talent is? You refined vital energy in just over an hour!"
He had thought Alice's talent was already shocking...
But this?
This was next level.
Seeing his astonished expression, Queenie looked genuinely puzzled. "Really? Is that fast? How long did it take Alice?"
She didn't have any point of reference. All she knew was that both John and Alice were cultivators—and she didn't want to fall behind. But she had no idea where she stood in terms of talent.
John took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Three hours."
Queenie blinked in surprise, then chuckled. "Well... I guess I was a little faster than her. That's kinda nice."
John: "..."
A little?
If it were anyone else, they'd probably be jumping up and down or screaming with joy.
But Queenie?
She just gave a gentle smile and shrugged it off like she'd just won a board game.
John was still reeling.
He had long suspected that his sisters weren't ordinary. It was as if they had been brought into his life deliberately—as if someone had arranged this whole thing from the very start.
Yes...
That was the feeling.
A massive, intricate game set in motion more than twenty years ago.
And John was at the center of it.
But to what end?
To make him cultivate with his sisters?
He didn't have the answer yet—but he was going to find it.
He was certain of one thing:
The old monk knew something.
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Unfortunately, John's vast intelligence network had failed to turn up any trace of the monk. Even the Taoist temple from back then had vanished without a trace.
If he could find the old man...
Maybe everything would make sense.
But for now?
He was stuck in a passive position.
"Little John," Queenie suddenly said, snapping him out of his thoughts, "Alice told me you can assist others with cultivation, right? Come on. I want to experience it for myself."
John let out a long sigh. "Assisting in cultivation..."
A bitter smile tugged at his lips. "My beautiful sister, did Alice not tell you that it comes with sequelae?"
Queenie raised an eyebrow. "She did. That's why I want to try it. I want to see if what she said was real or if she just lacks willpower. Honestly, I think she was just trying to seduce you."
John almost choked.
Damn.
Are you throwing your own sister under the bus?
At this moment, John had a strange realization—
Maybe Queenie's whole "curious about cultivation" act was just that—an act.
Maybe what she really wanted...
was the cultivation assistance.
"I... I better not," John said cautiously.
"Why not?"
Suddenly, Queenie's face turned cold. "Don't think I don't see it. The 'sequela' is fake. You two were just flirting under the guise of cultivation. That's messed up!"
She stomped her foot, clearly annoyed.
John, though normally a man of noble restraint, found himself giving in—if only to appease this dangerously curious beauty.
He relented with a sigh: "Fine. I'll help you. But we need to agree on some ground rules."
"Say them."
"During the process... no matter what happens, you can't blame me afterward. Can you do that?"
Queenie thought for a second, then nodded. "Okay."
"Good. Don't go back on your word."
Since she agreed, John couldn't back out either.
But first, he headed to the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the bathtub.
"What are you doing?" Queenie asked, confused.
"You'll find out later," John said with a mysterious smile.
Then—
They sat cross-legged on the sofa and began.
Less than twenty minutes into the process, Queenie's calm exterior began to crumble.
Her face flushed.
"Stop..." she whispered in a trembling voice, but it came out more like a soft moan.
Stop?
John frowned.
Cultivation is serious. You can't just stop halfway!
No way.
He pressed on, channeling threads of vital energy into her body through her back.
Her clothes quickly became soaked with sweat—clinging to her skin, nearly transparent.
Her breathing grew heavier. Her body heat spiked.
But still, Queenie tried to maintain a façade of composure—biting her lip to suppress the sounds that threatened to escape.
What she didn't know was—
The more she suppressed it, the worse the "sequelae" would become.
Eventually, she would lose control.
John, seeing her reach the limit, picked her up and dashed into the bathroom.
Now Queenie finally understood—
Why the bathtub had been filled with cold water.
SPLASH!
John dumped her straight in.
Water flew in all directions.
"Didn't you say you had strong willpower? Didn't you say the sequela was fake? Hmph. Serves you right!"
Then, just to mess with her, John casually dipped his hand into the water—
And gave a cheeky scratch to a soft, sensitive spot.
Queenie's eyes widened in horror.
But before she could react—
John bolted out of the bathroom, laughing as he ran.
It was so damn exciting to run away after just one touch!
