Bonding Heat

A small, soft pink ball clung tightly to Da Qiao, swaying as if drunk, before suddenly collapsing flat into her palm like a blob of dough with a soft "plop."

The small ball grew hotter and hotter, burning to the touch.

Her pant leg was tugged. Ling Feng looked up with bloodshot, watery eyes, his weak fingertips hooking onto Da Qiao's pant leg. "I beg you... Go somewhere else..."

He seemed unable to bear it any longer. His tensed spine collapsed, and with one hand supporting himself on the ground, he almost fell over.

The whispers around them grew louder:

"It's a Bonding Heat... Should we call someone from the Bureau of Order?"

"They're really playing bold, right in broad daylight..."

[Humiliation points +1000!]

[Humiliation points +1000!]

The small ball in her palm grew redder and hotter.

Da Qiao stored her high heels into her spatial button, threw a coat over Ling Feng's head, grabbed his collar, and dragged him away.

Bonding Heat was a physiological reaction of a Sentinel toward a Guide. Usually, the Guide would take the initiative to lead, and the Sentinel would respond.

Under the influence of the Bonding Heat, a Sentinel would lose their sanity, desiring only to possess the Guide, absorb their pheromones, and seek ultimate release.

The system felt a bit guilty: [Host, it seems we played a bit too rough...]

Da Qiao dragged Ling Feng back to her lodging and threw him onto the bed. "It's fine."

It was just a Bonding Heat; she could suppress it with spiritual energy.

She pressed two fingers together to draw an ethereal seal and tapped it onto Ling Feng's forehead. An icy chill instantly spread through his limbs, making him shiver violently!

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Forced back to his senses, Ling Feng was so cold his teeth chattered. "...You?"

Da Qiao nodded calmly, her face solemn. "Yes, I saved you. This is the fourth time."

Ling Feng was so angry that his small ball looked ready to explode. "Get out!"

[Humiliation points +1000!]

Da Qiao receiving the humiliation points, replied very casually, "Alright, I got it."

She turned and left immediately, without a hint of hesitation.

She had just spent all her contribution points to buy a combat suit. Now she had to take on a few missions to earn more, otherwise, she wouldn't even have a place to stay.

She left decisively, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang!"

Ling Feng was stunned by the sound of the slamming door, the heat in his body dissipating.

The small ball clung to the doorknob dejectedly, reluctant to let go, whimpering endlessly.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, finally punching the mattress. A look of struggle and resentment flashed in his eyes. "Damn it, I was in such a state... yet she still had no reaction..."

[Humiliation points +1000!]

Da Qiao, who had already walked far away, heard the system notification and was slightly surprised. "System, are you malfunctioning?"

System: [Report, Host, no.]

Da Qiao rarely looked back. The building behind her was dilapidated and run-down, lacking even wall tiles. On the third floor, a window was not fully closed, and a familiar figure was faintly visible behind the curtain.

Seeing Da Qiao turn around, the figure quickly hid behind the curtain. At the same time, the system's voice rang in her ear again: [Humiliation points +100!]

The corner of Da Qiao's mouth twitched, and she let out a rare, soft chuckle. "Ha, interesting."

...

Outside Shelter Z, yellow sand swirled in the air. The scattered contaminated creatures wandering around were easily dealt with by the Sentinels out on missions.

Da Qiao accepted a few simple missions and went out with her teammates.

Inside the off-road vehicle, everyone else besides her was a Sentinel.

A fair-skinned, delicate Guide thrown into a pack of wolves—everyone wanted to steal a few extra glances.

"What is your name, Guide? Why are you out on a mission alone? I'm an A-rank Sentinel. I wonder if I'm qualified to be your contracted Sentinel?"

Zhang Budai cupped his hands in greeting, his voice as raspy as a grinding stone, sounding highly unpleasant.

Da Qiao remained silent, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

Zhang Budai wanted to continue making conversation, but a cold gleam flashed before his eyes as the female Guide slowly drew the sword at her waist.

She drew it only an inch, but that cold glint was enough to make Zhang Budai shut his mouth.

"...Haha, I was just asking casually, worried you might get bullied going out alone..."

Zhang Budai retreated awkwardly to his seat, muttering curses under his breath. "Just a useless Guide. Instead of staying safely in the Bureau of Order, she runs out to do missions. She probably can't even perform basic mental cleansing and got kicked out. Hmph, what is she acting so high and mighty for?"