The Ultimate Genius

Perhaps it was only a brief moment, or perhaps an eternity had passed. Lin Yu gradually regained consciousness, his head throbbing with a dull ache, weighed down by a heaviness. Images flickered through his mind like slides, as if he had just awoken from a wretched yet vivid dream, or as though he’d lived half a lifetime awash in decadence and aimless wandering.

“Damn, this feels awful!” he muttered weakly, his lips barely moving. Slowly, he pried open his dark eyes, lifting his head to drowsily survey his surroundings.

His mind was in chaos, circuits on the verge of shorting out. The last memory he could grasp was being ambushed by more than a dozen enemies—after taking down four or five with all his might, he’d finally been hacked unconscious in a flurry of blades.

“Wait, what’s going on here?”

After a brief inspection, Lin Yu realized he was lying on a luxurious Simmons mattress, and beside him lay a fair-skinned girl.

Her silky, jet-black hair draped over her shoulders as she slept soundly, occasionally murmuring in her dreams. She wore nothing but a set of black lace lingerie. Her smooth back and creamy, slender legs were mostly exposed to the air, radiating an enticing allure.

But what Lin Yu liked most was the way the lace panties barely concealed her firm, round curves—so full of youthful elasticity.

His roving eyes feasted on the sight for a long while, blood surging with excitement. With a mischievous tone, he murmured, “Tsk tsk, this girl’s got quality—long legs, just my type. And she’s wearing Victoria’s Secret—must b