Di Ping felt as though something was wrong with him recently—his desires were becoming increasingly hard to control, much like how a young man suddenly awakens to matters of gender and becomes impulsive. That was how he felt now: even the smallest external trigger seemed to set him off.
Gina, who had been helped to her feet by Di Ping, blushed slightly. She responded softly, her voice sweet and soft, "Thank you, Master!" The sound of her voice seemed to pierce straight into his heart.
Her voice seemed to have a magical effect, stirring the darker desires within Di Ping. His heart suddenly raced, blood rushing upward as his head throbbed with a hum. His grip on her arm tightened involuntarily.
"Master… it hurts!"
Gina, in apparent pain from Di Ping's strong grip, let out a soft cry. To Di Ping, this sound was like fuel to a fire.
Di Ping's breathing became deep and ragged, like a bull in heat, his eyes locked onto Gina with a burning intensity.
"Ah!"
Sensing something wrong, Gina raised her eyes and met Di Ping's gaze, filled with desire. She recoiled instinctively, as if she were a startled rabbit, and took a step back with a frightened cry.
"Ugh!"
The cry struck Di Ping like thunder, instantly snapping him out of his trance. When he saw Gina, trembling like a frightened animal, his heart skipped a beat. He felt his body tense up, and beads of sweat poured from his skin.
"Cough, cough! Barton, please bring some tea for Miss Gina."
Di Ping awkwardly released Gina's arm, taking several steps back, his face flushing as he cleared his throat to mask his discomfort. He quickly ordered Barton to serve tea, hoping to dispel the awkwardness.
"Understood, Master!"
Barton, who had been standing silently by, like a statue, without reacting to Di Ping's earlier actions, immediately moved to follow the command.
At this moment, Di Ping was troubled. He couldn't understand why his desires had flared up so suddenly. Gina was beautiful, but surely not to the point that he couldn't control himself upon meeting her. He tried to rationalize it by blaming his exhaustion. But now, with Gina present, he didn't want to dwell on it further. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the unsettling thoughts.
"Gina, I was rude earlier."
Looking at Gina, still unsure of what to do, Di Ping spoke with genuine regret.
He wasn't the type of man to be easily overcome by lust. If he had been, he wouldn't have worked so hard for all these years for Su Xiao, maintaining his chastity in the process. After coming to his senses, he realized that he had almost harmed Gina. He felt sincere remorse for his actions. Despite the fact that Gina and the others were system-recruited heroes who showed great respect for him, he never viewed them as mere servants. He saw them as flesh and blood, individuals with real emotions, not robots. Thus, he treated them as partners and family. He didn't want to leave a bad impression on Gina and acknowledged that his earlier actions were inappropriate. Apologizing for his lapse in judgment seemed necessary.
Gina, clearly startled by Di Ping's apology, quickly shook her head. "Please, Master, Gina is not offended! There is no need for such an apology!" Her cheeks flushed red, and she looked at him shyly, saying, "It is Gina who has been disrespectful to the Master. Whatever the Master desires, Gina will comply!"
The earlier surprise had left her shaken. Although she had been recruited by the system, she was still a living, breathing human with her own feelings. When she sensed Di Ping's intense desire, she had been frightened, which was why she had cried out.
Standing there, Gina was still trembling, afraid that her startled reaction might have displeased Di Ping and provoked his anger. But when she saw the sincerity in his eyes as he apologized, she felt deeply moved. In their world, a master had the power of life and death over their servants. If a master was displeased, they could dispose of their followers without a second thought. Even defying their master was a crime. If a master desired their body, they had no choice but to comply. However, with Di Ping, it was different. He showed kindness and generosity beyond anything Gina had ever expected. She felt incredibly fortunate and knew she had chosen the right master.
"Well… well then! Gina, please have some tea," Di Ping stammered, still embarrassed by the intensity of her words. His heart skipped a beat, and his blood surged again. He quickly tried to suppress the heat rising within him, realizing how shameless he had been, wanting to take advantage of her so soon after her arrival. He was deeply uncomfortable. At that moment, Barton entered with the tea tray, providing Di Ping a welcome opportunity to redirect the situation.
"Thank you, Master!"
Gina, too, seemed a little flustered by her own boldness. She was still young and innocent. Her actions had been influenced by her loyalty, but now she realized how forward she had been. As she took the tea from Barton, her face flushed deeper, her ears turning bright red.
Di Ping observed her, feeling a mixture of thoughts. These system-recruited heroes seemed to have their own personalities, distinct from what he had initially assumed. They were not robots or clones, but real individuals with their own desires and emotions.
"Gina, where are you from?"
Di Ping settled into his wicker chair, taking a sip of his tea, which slowly helped to calm his racing thoughts. He turned to Gina, inquiring casually.
"Master, I am from the city of Kairin on the planet Sade, summoned by the Master to be your follower!"
Gina quickly placed her tea down and responded as soon as Di Ping asked.
"Where is Sade?"
Di Ping was intrigued. Another planet? Earthlings had always thought of themselves as the only human species in the universe, but now, it seemed, there were humans from other planets as well. The idea fascinated him. But where was Sade? He immediately asked, eager to know more.
"I don't know," Gina replied, shaking her head with a hint of uncertainty.
"Then, how did you get here? You must know how you arrived?"
Di Ping pressed, not willing to let go of the mystery just yet. If she didn't know where Sade was, surely she must know how she came to be here.