Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Unclean Ecstasy (Part 9)_1
The key to my true self? A gift obtained after inducing the pleasures deep within the heart?
Is this the essence of what they call an invitation!
This is the first time I’ve come across such a notion.
Ignoring Betty’s helpful advice, Fu Qian fell into deep thought.
But if it’s understood this way, it does line up with the abnormalities before me.
There’s a saying about being blinded by desire, but what’s happening here is a step further; the performance of the two on the bed feels like their bodies and minds are working separately.
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So, the so-called invitation is to guide oneself into this state? And everyone at the party was like this?
But that long-haired man was clearly special, and according to him, he also had an invitation.
As Fu Qian pondered, Betty had already pushed her partner aside and looked at him with a giggle.
The latter showed no sign of annoyance, continuing to gaze at her with fervent eyes, utterly infatuated.
“That was just a joke earlier, I already have an invitation.”
Having roughly grasped the concept of the invitation, Fu Qian was still curious about how Betty was able to spot that in the first place.
So facing her earnest invitation, he chose to continue the nonsense.
“No, you don’t! I can feel it,” Betty said, shaking her head with a coquettish smile, her tone very firm.
She pointed at her male partner.
“Could it be that you find it embarrassing with an audience present?”
“Trust me, that’s just boring hypocrisy,” she said, reaching out to grab Fu Qian’s arm.
“Once you have the invitation, you’ll even find it a very meaningful act.”
“Pleasure creates an interesting resonance, it’s a sacred link.”
Resonance with the bystanders?
So the reason I was discovered was that, as a bystander, I wasn’t affected by the actions of those two ladies?
Is it that revealing?
“Thank you for your explanation,”
Fu Qian said thanks while discreetly pulling his hand away, causing her to grasp at air.
Reflecting on the behavior of most people at that time, he had almost pinpointed the problem.
It seems that my presence at the party wasn’t just about getting into trouble.
From Betty’s description, it’s obvious that both the invitations and the so-called resonance are closely tied to the guidance of ultimate desires.
This is a group that indulges in exploring their desires without restraint.
Such traits, compared to my target this time — the Ecstatic Servant, sound far too similar.
So what I need to do next is to follow this thread and, for example, figure out the original organizers of this gathering.
Fu Qian recalled that pale-faced old gentleman; other things aside, I know his territory quite well, which would make finding him convenient.
With her move dodged, Betty didn’t look annoyed, but instead let out another puzzled giggle.
The next moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, her hand eerily stretched an inch longer.
Her skin shimmered translucently, her fingers bonelessly soft, looking like squirming pink flesh tendrils. This hand, with a moist liquid oozing from its palm, continued to reach for Fu Qian’s arm.
What is this?
The bizarre sight made Fu Qian shake his head.
Such a transformation was nothing to a Transcendent being flesh-ascended, but it was rather wrong for it to occur to an ordinary person.
Even if it were in a dream.
The next moment Fu Qian realized something, snapped his fingers and exited the dream state.
When he returned to the bedroom, the movements of the two bodies on the bed hadn’t stopped.
And by this moment, their bodies were no longer merely bruised.
At a glance, red streaks crisscrossing each other covered their entire bodies, writhing like living things with their every move.
And upon closer observation, one could notice even more disturbing abnormalities.
The pair of hands, tightly clasped together, had undergone a bizarre twist.
Ten fingers, intertwined at angles that would imply fractures ten times over, formed an inconceivable shape.
Not only that, but at this moment, Betty, who theoretically should have been oblivious to her surroundings, slowly lifted her head.
With an eerie posture, she scrutinized Fu Qian, and the next moment, a groan indescribable in words emanated from deep within her throat.
And with that groan, Fu Qian faintly felt his own skin temperature rise a trace, and even risqué thoughts surfaced in his mind.
This is possible!
Such changes led Fu Qian to a moment of reflection.
You see, the person in front of him was undoubtedly an ordinary human, yet they were able to influence a Demigod.
While part of it might be due to his own physique, it was still a challenge to the imagination.
Besides, Betty’s consciousness was still in a dream, so what exactly did the “seeing” of himself just now entail?
Fu Qian thought for a moment and decided to deactivate the ring’s effect.
The two people before him immediately shuddered.
And as their senses gradually returned to them, their tangled palms began to revert at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It seems I was right.
Witnessing this scene, Fu Qian pretty much confirmed his speculation—the desires within these people, perhaps due to the possession of the invitations, had “come alive.”
On the surface, nothing seemed amiss, but his forceful action of dragging them into the dream caused a separation between their minds and carnal desires.
Their consciousness entered the dreamscape, capable of communication.
And their bodies, now fully dominated by active desires, not only continued their prior movements but even underwent peculiar transformations as a result.
This in turn affected the state within the dream.
And when the dream dissolved, and consciousness returned, these aberrations were suppressed once again.
For him, this was good news.
After all, it was Betty who first saw through him at the reception.
If anything strange happened to her, he feared he would be easily suspected.
Overall, one could say this trip was quite fruitful, fundamentally confirming the correctness of his investigation’s direction.
What he needed to do next was to step by step drag out the Ecstatic Messenger and kill them.
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Leaving the two to continue their passionate indulgence, Fu Qian returned directly to the Academy.
If it weren’t for the hearing in the morning, his actions might have been more aggressive.
But now, considering Li Weixuan’s previous behavior, such an influential person watching him with an ambiguous attitude undoubtedly meant he had to leave behind fewer clues in his actions.
Otherwise, he might fail by being overly hasty.
In fact, less than a quarter of an hour after Fu Qian reached his office, someone barged through his door.
“Professor Lanaya, do you need something from me?”
Fu Qian sized up the person who had arrived in a flurry, his expression puzzled.
“Could it be that the Punishment Department has a new task for me?”
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“Indeed, there is.”
Seeing that Fu Qian was well and seated here, Lanaya stared at him intently, her expression somewhat indescribable.
“Jia Yi is dead.”