You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 377 - 366 Scumbag

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

Catherine yawned and turned to walk to the bedroom.

"Aren't you going to wait and see if you can awaken your superpower tonight?" Shen Mochen asked.

"Even if it's boosted a hundredfold, it's still just a one percent chance. There's no need to make me wait that long."

How composed... But for a noblewoman like her, there's no need to awaken any superpower to change her life, Shen Mochen thought.

"Hey, hey, you're sleeping in my room?" Shen Mochen suddenly realized something and quickly followed her to the bedroom.

His house was very small, with only one living room, one bedroom, and one bathroom.

"What, do you have a second bedroom here?" Catherine frowned slightly.

"So where do I..." Shen Mochen wondered where he would sleep if she took his room, but as the words reached his lips, he sighed helplessly and glanced at Catherine, "Alright, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

"Right, you go sleep on the sofa then." Catherine shook her near silver-white long hair and curved her lips into a smile.

"…Hey, you're really making me sleep on the sofa?!" Shen Mochen's face fell.

Catherine said indifferently, "Were you expecting me to invite you to share a bed?"

Shen Mochen coughed solemnly, speaking with righteousness, "How can you so unfairly besmirch someone's purity? I was merely concerned that, as a host, I might feel a twinge of conscience making me sleep on the sofa. But since you're now quite at ease, so am I. Off to sleep on the sofa then! Really, sleeping on a sofa isn't such a big deal. It's just that you wake up the next day with an aching back and sore muscles, maybe a crick in your neck, a slipped disc..."

Catherine shrugged, "It seems you don't mind sleeping on the sofa after all. I was actually going to say that if you really didn't want to sleep on the sofa, you could sleep on the bed too..."

"Well then, I wouldn't dream of refusing!" Shen Mochen didn't wait for her to finish speaking, hopped onto the bed with glee, and patted the space next to him, "Come on, let's sleep!"

Catherine tilted her head, and then, with a serious face, raised her hand, "I am a devout follower of the Tianzheng Church, and I must guard my chastity unto death before marriage. Please refrain from harboring any improper thoughts about me!"

Shen Mochen put his hand on his chest, "Rest assured, my esteemed lady, as you can see, I am an upright gentleman. I swear upon my own chastity as guarantee, I will absolutely not sully your purity."

With Fuzi around, Shen Mochen couldn't force anything even if he wanted to, and of course, he wasn't the kind to do such a thing. He just found Catherine's scent quite pleasant; at most, he'd embrace her or touch her a bit, perhaps even steal a kiss... Catherine would be leaving tomorrow and probably wouldn't be back for a while.

"Your chastity is practically non-existent; using it as a guarantee doesn't inspire much confidence." Catherine frowned slightly, "Unless you can make me believe you're incapable of doing anything to me."

"…Then how can I reassure you?"

Shen Mochen was taken aback, thinking that with a freak like Fuzi around, what was there not to trust? Surely I'm not expected to castrate myself!

Catherine, with a cold face, climbed onto the bed and stood there, looking down intently at Shen Mochen, who was lying down, without saying a word.

"What… what are you going to do?" Shen Mochen gulped down his nervousness.

Catherine was dressed in the same gown she wore for the evening's banquet, a short dress tailor-made by Angelina, who was worried she might pull another stunt.

The pure white dress and milk-like skin complemented each other, with the tiny diamonds sparkling under the light. Her nearly silver-blonde hair fell loosely, and her face was proud and aloof.

Like an angel looking down upon all life, devoid of joy or sorrow, simply observing the worldly phenomena.

She then gently spread her long, shapely legs, her translucent, jade-like toes stepping on Shen Mochen, "Would you like to undress yourself, or shall I do it for you?"

Shen Mochen's heart skipped a beat, having guessed her intentions. He looked up at the angel, swallowing hard, his face flushed with shyness, "I'll undress... but could you, maybe, be a bit gentle..."

"Of course," the angel nodded slightly.

So, under Catherine's gaze, Shen Mochen slowly removed his pants.

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"That's the third time, isn't that enough..."

Shen Mochen took a deep breath, having realized that heaven really did exist. In the past half-hour, under the angel's guidance, it seemed like he truly saw heaven. But after all, he was in a mortal body, unfit to linger in heaven for too long.

Catherine lifted her foot and wiped it on Shen Mochen's chest, gazing at the toy beneath her foot, somewhat reluctantly, "Is it over then? Have you cleansed your sins?"

"I feel as pure as a blank piece of paper now!" Shen Mochen said with clear eyes.

"Do you?" Catherine nodded slightly and then slipped off her dress, tossing it aside gently.

In an instant, her body was adorned only in white undergarments that symbolized purity, revealing her perfect physique in all its glory.

Shen Mochen didn't dare move, while Catherine bent down, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her breast, then slid it across her body, bringing forth a soft blush.

"Oh, it's ready again," Catherine glanced down, her voice tinged with delight.

"Hey, don't..."

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"Six times now... There's no way I can go on, my heart is as cold as ice, Amitabha, Omnipotent Holy Lord, benefactor, you must believe me!"

Time passed again, and Shen Mochen's voice had already taken on a whining tone; he hadn't expected Catherine to be such a quick learner. Initially clumsy, she had quickly grasped the knack.

Sometimes, heaven isn't all that wonderful after all. If the primitive impulses of humans are merely hormonal surges, then what is the significance of human existence, and where is humanity headed in the future?

"Is that so..." Catherine tilted her head, wiping her feet once again with Shen Mochen's T-shirt, "So, you can't after just six times?"

Just six times! If only you'd face me in a true battle, I'll make sure you taste my strength!

"There's no way I can tonight..." Shen Mochen pleaded.

"Then wait a moment."

Catherine cleaned her foot, hopped off the bed, opened the wardrobe, put on Yin Caiyu's clothes, and then donned Yin Caiyu's black stockings, along with a small bunny hair accessory.

"What... what are you doing?" Shen Mochen was stunned, "Why are you wearing her clothes, using someone else's things!"

Catherine climbed back onto the bed; Yin Caiyu's clothes were tight on her, seemingly a size too small, but this only added a unique charm.

"This is the love nest you share with Yin Caiyu, isn't it? She's now lying in the hospital, her life hanging by a thread, and here you are, behind her back, playing such an intriguing game with another woman. Now, I'm wearing her clothes, in her room, playing with her man. Imagine what she would think if she found out..." Catherine stepped on Shen Mochen, a smirk that was both mocking and smiling playing on her lips, "Oh my, it's ready again? This reaction is even stronger than before. Do you find this thrilling? You really are a piece of human trash."