Dove tilted her head, sprawled across the luxurious single sofa, and fell fast asleep, muttering incoherently in her sleep from time to time.
Looks like she is dreaming?
A crystalline droplet slid from the corner of her mouth, dangerously close to latching onto her damp, disheveled hair.
Could it be a pleasant dream?
The dream went something like this:
Dove (expectant, hesitant): "Um... look... can I make a rather unreasonable request?"
Min Moyou (cold, unreasonable): "If you know it's unreasonable, don't make it."
Dove (persistent, slightly panicked, lying): "It's just... can I sleep on the bed and you sleep on the sofa? Y-y-y-you know! As a Dragon Descendant, I have to protect you from the Dragon Domain's influence..."
Min Moyou (cold, domineering, unreasonable, closing in step by step): "I don't care what your reasons are. No means no."
Dove (stepping back, waving her hands defensively, enduring helplessly, walking toward the sofa): "Fine, fine, I'll sleep on the sofa, alright? It's not like I haven't gotten used to sleeping on the sofa all these years anyway... Pity poor me, I just wasn't born with the fate of sleeping on a bed..."
Min Moyou (grabbing her by the collar, throwing her onto the bed, pinning her wrists, looming over her with overwhelming superiority): "That won't do either. What I've touched, no one else can touch. That includes the sofa, and that includes you."
Dove (terrified, furious, aggrieved, struggling, throwing a powerless fit): "Then what do you want?! Where else am I supposed to sleep? You won't let me sleep on the sofa, and you won't let me sleep on the bed? Am I supposed to sleep on the floor?! You've stepped on the floor too, you know! And if I sleep on the floor, how am I supposed to rest and recover so I can protect you when those monsters spawned by the Dragon Domain's influence show up?!"
Min Moyou (letting go, standing up, casting a disgusted glance): "Whatever you've touched, I find filthy too. I wouldn't touch it again."
Dove (annoyed, perplexed, sudden realization): "What do you mean by that?! You..." (Suddenly remembering the corner of the bed she had sat on.)
Min Moyou (walking to the other side of the bed, pulling up the blanket, lying on her side, leaving only a cold and disgusted back): "Keep your body in check, and don't cross the line. Otherwise... you won't be able to bear the consequences."
Dove (mortified and angry, lying down on the other side of the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, turning her back to Min Moyou, rubbing her own body, grumbling): "You'd better find me filthy! You'd better refuse to touch anything I've touched! Don't you ever touch me again!"
.......
It seems that in Dove's dream, Min Moyou is quite the "bad guy."
。。。。。。
Back in reality.
Min Moyou had just stepped out of the bathroom after a shower.
Yeying followed right behind Min Moyou out of the bathroom.
Perhaps the bathwater Yeying drew was a bit too hot, or perhaps Yeying had been just a little too focused while giving Min Moyou a massage...
In short, both of their faces were flushed.
A healthy flush.
Just moments ago in the bathroom, upon hearing Dove's snoring from her sleep, Min Moyou couldn't help wondering: Where on earth had Dove ended up sleeping?
The bed?
Unlikely.
Though Dove might look like an unbothered, street-smart troublemaker on the surface, she was actually rather conservative in her thinking. While she might covet the comfort of a bed, she certainly wouldn't trust Min Moyou's character that easily.
Then? The sofa?
Also unlikely.
Min Moyou figured that after the way she had treated Dove not long ago, Dove would probably need quite a while to recover before she could bring herself to touch anything related to him.
The floor?
Min Moyou doubted Dove would subject herself to such hardship (such an obedient and sensible girl).
From the exact moment Min Moyou stepped out of the bathroom, he made a decision—stop guessing!
The progress bar was half full; betting was closed!
A knowing glance, a fleeting look—
The sofa.
It seemed her level of acceptance toward him was higher than he had imagined.
Only, as for her sleeping posture...
Not to mention the fact that she was sleeping with her head tilted, drooling, and chuckling *hehehe* at the same time...
Her clothes were in a total mess—how should he put it... it gave Min Moyou quite an eyeful.
Dove was sleeping so soundly that Min Moyou couldn't bring himself to disturb her just yet, quietly standing by to admire *Portrait of a Sleeping Beauty* for a full minute.
One minute later...
Min Moyou figured he was getting a bit tired and was rather eager to go to sleep himself.
But just leaving Dove lying there like that wasn't a great option either, right?
If she slept in that position all night, waking up sore all over tomorrow would be the least of her problems—who knew if her hair would end up caked in drool...
Tsk.
Min Moyou reached over to the nightstand, pulled out a tissue, and gently wiped the crystalline moisture from the corner of Dove's mouth...
That gentle gesture made Yeying wonder if her master had been possessed by a ghost.
[Host, please cease your un-CEO-like behavior. Your Dominant CEO Persona integration has dropped by 2%: current integration is at 28%. If you fail to raise your integration back to 30% within 24 hours, the system will temporarily revoke the rewards issued at the 30% integration milestone.]
Everything looked so idyllic, but the system's jarring voice reminded Min Moyou that this slice of peace came at a price!
And right as the system prompt sounded, Dove was jolted awake by Min Moyou's actions—even though Min Moyou had moved with the utmost gentleness.
As a Dragon Descendant—and one who took on dangerous commissions every single day—Dove's physical instincts were razor-sharp. Even in deep sleep, no matter how exhausted she was, her ability to perceive her surroundings remained exceptionally high.
Yet Min Moyou's attention had been entirely hijacked by the system, so he missed the split-second hitch in Dove's breathing, though she immediately forced it back to a steady rhythm.
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Dove decided to play dead—she wanted to see just what on earth this Min Moyou was trying to do to her while she was asleep!
Could it be that he wants to...
No!
If he tries to take advantage of me, I will fight him to the death!
Even if it costs me my life, I'll resist!
I'd rather die than be defiled by him!
How could I possibly surrender myself to someone so despicable?!
Absolutely!
Not!
Possible!
........
Dove kept her eyes closed and feigned sleep, pouring all her focus into sensing Min Moyou's actions, movements, and even his emotions and desires, leaving virtually no attention for herself. Naturally, she had no clue just how atrocious her sleeping posture actually was...
If she had any idea that she was practically baring it all in front of Min Moyou, she probably wouldn't have been able to fake sleep with such composure.
Min Moyou ignored the system's so-called warning and went right ahead with what he wanted to do.
Dove's long legs, resting on the sofa armrest, were thrust straight out, and the slipper dangling from her toe was swaying lazily.
Min Moyou cupped the heel of the foot wearing the slipper with one hand, lifting it slightly to slide the slipper off her toe without any unnecessary contact,
and then slowly, gently straightening Dove's pair of jade-like legs, wrapping her bathhouse robe—which had slipped down to her waist—back around her properly.
Dove: *? When he touched my leg just now, I almost couldn't stop myself from kicking him...*
*What's going on?*
*It feels like he just covered my legs with clothes...?*
*No way?!*
*Could it be that I really fell asleep so heavily just now that he already succeeded?!*
*Could it be that it's already over?!??!*
*Could my chastity already be gone?!*
*Impossible, impossible...*
*He looks pretty solidly built. If he really did... that to me, there's no way I wouldn't have felt anything...?*
*And yet he's just moving my legs around...*
*It couldn't possibly be that my sleeping posture is just that bad, right?*
*No way, right?*
*A magical beauty like me, how could my sleeping posture possibly be bad?*
*Wait a little longer, let's observe some more...*
Just as Min Moyou finished tidying the lower half of Dove's body, the system's warning bell chimed in to intimidate him once more:
[Host, please cease your un-CEO-like behavior. Your Dominant CEO Persona integration has dropped by 3%: current integration is at 25%. If you fail to raise your integration back to 30% within 24 hours, the system will temporarily revoke the rewards issued at the 30% integration milestone.]
Min Moyou still didn't react at all—what now? Was I supposed to wake her up and interrogate her about why she was sleeping on the sofa I used? To say something like: "What I've touched, you cannot touch!"—would that be the only way to meet the persona requirements?
Min Moyou had been acting out this script all day and was exhausted. At this final hour of the night, with Dove asleep and Yeying completely loyal, who was there even to put on a show for?!
After all this acting, he just wanted to reclaim a piece of himself for a moment.
The lost integration points could be earned back next time.
Min Moyou proceeded to grab the open lapels of Dove's upper-body robe, gently pulling them together. He slid his arms beneath the back of her neck and the bends of her knees, lifting Dove smoothly from the sofa into a bridal carry.
Inside, Dove's heart was screaming at the top of her lungs: *Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! What the hell is he trying to do right now?! Should I just open my eyes right now and see what's going on? ...Or maybe I should wait and see? He doesn't seem to have actually done anything to me yet... and besides, it would be super awkward to open your eyes while being carried like this.........*
Carrying Dove in his arms, Min Moyou glanced at Yeying, flicked his chin toward the bed, and signaled with a look. Yeying understood instantly, moving to the bedside to peel back the blanket with movements so gentle they didn't generate a single sound.
She didn't know why her master was being so nice to that woman; she only knew that she must execute her master's demands to absolute perfection.
Min Moyou lowered his body into a semi-crouch, right as he was about to set Dove down on the mattress, only to remember that Dove hadn't dried her hair after washing it tonight—she had just gone straight to sleep. How would that ever work?
If he put her down to sleep all night with wet hair, she'd definitely have a migraine by tomorrow!
Min Moyou glanced at Yeying, asking with his eyes: *Is there a way?*
Yeying turned her gaze toward a certain corner of the room. A few seconds later, a soft, sweet voice, sounding just like a whisper, materialized directly beside Min Moyou's ear:
"Master, I am Dove. Leave it to me."
The next instant, the water droplets clinging to Dove's damp hair seemed endowed with a will of their own, voluntarily detaching from her strands and dissolving into vapor in the air, instantly leaving her hair dry and silky.
What a genuinely useful ability.
Min Moyou gave Dove—er, Dove's alternate ability—a mental thumbs-up with an appreciative look, and only then felt secure enough to gently lay Dove flat onto the bed, pulling the blanket up to tuck her in properly.
He took one final look: the blanket crossed just above Dove's chest without pressing against her throat. Everything from the neck down was tucked in securely, and her hands and feet were covered just right.
Min Moyou nodded with satisfaction, and only then turned his attention back to disciplining the system:
*'If I listened to you about everything and let myself be restricted by your every system whim, how am I supposed to play a Dominant CEO?'*
*'Do you understand the Dominant CEO archetype, or do I?'*
[Host, this system feels...]
*'I don't care what you feel. I, care, what, I, feel.'*
*'Take a good, hard look at yourself. Is it reasonable that playing a Dominant CEO doesn't allow me to do whatever I want, constrained by arbitrary integration caps? Have you ever seriously researched what kind of character a Dominant CEO actually is? I've been playing the role wonderfully, alright? You've been my system for this long—have you ever considered that the problem might be you?'*
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*'A Dominant CEO is clearly someone with a tender heart hidden beneath an arrogant exterior, understand? Right now, when she's asleep like this, showing my gentle side is precisely what a Dominant CEO should do, do you understand...'*
*'You're nothing more than a system! Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?!'*
*'Now! Immediately! Right this second! Raise my integration back up and bring my rewards back!'*
*'No one can say no to me! Not even you!'*
*'Don't make me repeat myself!'*
[Host! You really... are far too much like a Dominant CEO! You've completely embodied the philosophy of a Dominant CEO! You didn't even spare the system! That is simply spot-on! Now this system has no choice but to believe that the host's Dominant CEO integration hasn't dropped at all—in fact, you've gotten even deeper into character! Well scolded! This system loves it!]
[Fantastic! Congratulations, Host. Consistent inside and out, you have fully adapted to the role of the Dominant CEO, lawlessly berating the system and coercing the system into submission through sheer verbal dominance. Dominant CEO Persona integration increased by 5%; current integration: 30%.]
[Additionally, shortly ago, it was detected that the host's image appeared inside another person's dream...]
[Congratulations, Host! The image of the Dominant CEO is deeply rooted in people's hearts! Even your persona in someone else's dream remains that of a Dominant CEO young master (acting unreasonably and stubbornly arrogant). Dominant CEO Persona integration increased by 2%; current integration: 32%.]
*'? Are we into BDSM now, is that it?'*
............
While Min Moyou and the system were "having a lovely chat," Dove had plunged into a profound crisis of self-doubt:
*Could it be that I'm still asleep and haven't woken up?*
*Can Min Moyou really be that gentle??!!?*
*Can that woman named Yeying really be that gentle???*
*How can they possibly be so gentle with me?!*
*Could this actually be a dream within a dream?!*
*I must still be fast asleep, right?!*
*That bit in my memory where Min Moyou threw me onto the bed—that had to be the real part, right?!*
*And why did he put me on the bed?*
*Putting me on the bed... that means he's definitely going to sleep on the bed too, right?!*
*Then, then, then—does he actually want to... do... that to me...?!*
*No!*
*I have to strike first!*
*Should I just open my eyes right now and get up and fight him?!*
*He's right by the bed now, not far from me...*
*But then again... if I fail, my life is going to be in mortal danger...*
*This is a life-or-death matter; I still need to think it through carefully...*
*As long as a person is alive, there's still hope.*
*Once a person is dead, there's nothing left...*
*So maybe I should just pretend I'm dead to the world?*
*At worst, I'll just treat it like I got bitten by a dog.........*
*Oh, whatever! Forget it!*
*Let's just observe a little longer...*
*But wait, I've already been carried all the way to the bed, and I'm *still* observing...?!*