Chapter 48: The Shura Begins with Werewolf (4)
Before this.
【Guard, open your eyes. Choose the player you wish to protect tonight.】
Xing Ye broke free from the control state, opened his eyes, and without the slightest hesitation chose to protect No. 6.
A Seer could be pressured into being voted out, but a Witch only ever dies by a wolf's blade. Therefore, the wolves would most likely target Ji Ning tonight. He would not try to second-guess the wolves.
Of course, the wolves' likelihood of killing No. 7 was also very high, but the only person Xing Ye wanted to protect was Ji Ning.
Then, Xing Ye was teleported in front of Ji Ning's seat.
【The Guard's shield is your own body. Please hold tightly the person you wish to protect, shielding her from death by the Werewolves' hands.】
He gazed at her peaceful, sleeping face, the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifting into a smile. He then bent down, gathered her into his arms, turned around, and sat in her seat, settling her on his lap to lean against his chest.
With one hand, Xing Ye gently guided Ji Ning's head to rest on his chest. Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss into her hair.
"Long time no see." Xing Ye murmured.
……
As the time to make a choice ticked away second by second, Ji Ning continuously replayed the speeches of Jiang Ting and Song Weiyang in her mind.
Yet the more she thought, the more she felt Song Weiyang had no issues, while Jiang Ting's words carried hidden meaning.
Another point: speeches can deceive, but votes cannot.
The result of the banishment vote was laid out before her. Jiang Ting had no team. From this perspective, the likelihood of Jiang Ting being the true Seer was quite high.
Unless… unless the wolves had agreed on a strategy last night, ordering the majority of them to play Deep Cover until the end, to avoid exposing themselves and causing an easy loss.
Ji Ning suddenly realized that the current situation, where no one could clearly identify the wolves, was already a mark of the werewolves' tactical success.
If she had not caught Jiang Ting's hidden hint, she would certainly be leaning more towards trusting Jiang Ting right now.
First: Jiang Ting had no team. Second: No. 11's last words were spoken so explosively, it sounded like a wolf who was correctly voted out, and No. 11 was in the Wolf Pool Jiang Ting had pointed out. Third: Jiang Ting's logic in his speeches was genuinely brilliant.
After already establishing an advantage, Jiang Ting hinted at her… was it because he wanted to let her win this round of Werewolf?
The countdown to use the poison was about to end.
Ji Ning's heart pounded fiercely. If her guess was correct, Jiang Ting was going easy on her.
She didn't want to accept such selfless goodwill, but… but she happened to hold the Sheriff's badge and was responsible to the other seven members of the Town Faction. Having found a wolf, she had to force the wolf out…
"I will use the poison. Poison Player No. 1." Ji Ning made her final choice with great difficulty.
【The lethal poison resides in the bodily fluids within the Witch's body. The Witch must apply this bodily fluid onto the target's genitals.】
Ji Ning's eyes flew wide open in shock. Using poison involved such an explicit scale?
She suddenly suspected Jiang Ting wasn't quite as magnanimously kind-hearted as he appeared. Could it be that he simply wanted her to use the poison on his body?
Amidst a small surge of shame and indignation, Ji Ning was teleported onto Jiang Ting.
With his eyes closed, Jiang Ting's overbearing aura was dimmed, leaving him looking deep and refined. The perfect contours of his face made it seem like a rare, priceless work of art.
Ji Ning's gaze traveled downwards. She took off his pants, and looking at his equally magnificently formed cock, an irrepressible impulse welled up from within her body.
Alright, she was wet. Now she didn't have to worry about it being difficult to get in.
Ji Ning took off her panties, supported Jiang Ting's cock and carefully sat down, first using the tip to rub against her entrance, smearing it with her slippery juices.
The warm, tingling touch made Ji Ning's legs turn weak. She bit her lip, swallowing back the urge to moan.
It was a bit difficult to get him in all by herself. Supporting herself with one hand on the shaft and the other pressing onto Jiang Ting's body, she rocked her hips up and down, slowly taking him in.
As his cock delved deeper, it dredged up an endless flow of pleasure, and her little hole flowed with even more liquid, allowing the thick rod to enter just a little easier.
"Nn…" Finally, the entire length was fully sheathed inside. The immense pleasure made Ji Ning spontaneously let out a soft moan. She wiggled her butt, using his cock to relieve the deep, irritating itch within her dripping cavern.
But moving on her own was so slow. With Jiang Ting's cock buried deep inside her lower body, she only felt even more unbearably needy. She desperately wished Jiang Ting would wake up right now, press down on her waist, and thrust rapidly to give her that deep-tissue scratch for the itch.
【Poisoning Successful】
Having gone through this ordeal, Ji Ning was left hanging, suspended in a state of unfulfilled frustration.
Reluctant to part, she got up, hastily stuffed the still-glistening cock, now slick with her love juices, back into Jiang Ting's underwear, straightened out both their clothes, and was then teleported back to her own seat.
【Day breaks.】
【Last night, Player No. 1 and Player No. 7 died. No last words.】
The other players on the field, unaware of what had happened, looked at each other in dismay.
Ji Ning's heart skipped a beat. She knew she had correctly deciphered Jiang Ting's meaning.
The eliminated players were dragged further and further away on their chairs. Since No. 1 was seated directly opposite No. 6, it was easier for Ji Ning to see Jiang Ting.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she thought she saw a faint, subtle smile flicker across Jiang Ting's face.
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