Fucking piece of shit

"Buns and meat, huh? Sounds good," he said, licking his lips slowly, not even talking about the food anymore.

She blushed harder, and Zhang Fei leaned even closer. "You look like you're on the menu too, what's your name?"

Her hands shook, the tray in her hand almost falling.

[Notice: Host charisma triggering target response. Potential conquest detected]

Zhang Fei's cock twitched under his robe. Food can wait—this chick's a snack. The girl's face went full tomato.

"I am Ji Jin, young master," she whispered, her head lowered, unable to handle his stare.

Zhang Fei chuckled, leaning one elbow on the counter, flexing his biceps. "Wow, what a pretty name, Ji Jin," he said slowly.

Her lashes fluttered, and she peeked up at him, "Thank you, young master," she whispered, her voice soft but shaky. 

Fuck, she's cute, he thought, his grin widening. He straightened up and tapped the counter. "Gimme some of them buns and meat, Ji Jin?" he teased, watching her rush to grab another tray.

[Notice: Host establishing dominance. Target affinity rising]

Zhang Fei's mind was already racing. Affinity, huh? Let's see how far I can push this blue-eyed snack.

"You always this shy, or am I special?" he flirted, ready to see her melt.

"Umm… young master, I don't know," Ji Jin replied, her fingers twisting in her skirt with the mixture of both nervousness and excitement.

Without any warning, Zhang Fei flashed a charming smile and the effect was almost immediate. Her heart melted, her knees wobbling slightly under that seductive gaze and smile.

"Ji Jin, wanna go on a date with me?" he asked nonchalantly, dropping it like a bomb.

Her jaw dropped, and the tray slipped right out of her shaky hands, crashing to the floor with a loud clang.

"What…? Date…? Young master?" she squeaked, her face flaming red as she stared at him, caught way off guard.

Zhang Fei laughed, bending down to pick up the tray like it was nothing.

"Yeah, a date—you and me, somewhere quieter than this canteen," he said, handing it back to her, his fingers touching hers just long enough to send sparks through her.

She flinched, grabbing the tray like it was a lifeline. "I… I…" she stuttered, and the system flashed:

 [Notice: Target flustered. Conquest probability: 80%]

Zhang Fei's cock twitched, his grin going wild. "C'mon, Ji Jin—don't leave a young master hanging," he teased, already picturing her naked.

Just as things were going as he planned, somebody stumbled into Zhang Fei, knocking him off his game and killing the moment. His grin twisted into a anger, and he whipped around, ready to smash whoever dared.

Standing there was some ugly-ass boy, clutching a scroll like it was his lifeline. Zhang Fei's eyes narrowed, his new jacked body towering over the little shit.

"Watch where you're fucking going, bitch," he warned angrily.

The surrounding disciples started crowding like flies and gossips filled the canteen.

One whispered, "Hey, look, it's Brother Lin Yifeng!"

Another jumped in, "Yeah, the son of the outer sect elder!"

A couple of girls nearby giggled, leaning in close, "Yes, if we had connections like that, we would slip into the inner sect easy."

Zhang Fei's ears caught every word, and his blood boiled—Elder's kid, huh? This ugly fuck thinks he can flex on me?

The dude, Lin Yifeng, puffed up his tiny chest and smirked like he owned the place. "You're in my way, pretty boy," he mocked.

Zhang Fei's grin came back, but it was cold as hell now. "Pretty boy? Keep talking, scroll-bitch—I will shove that thing up your ass and send you crying to your daddy," he shot back, stepping closer, his monster cock ready to throw hands.

Ji Jin gasped behind the counter, clutching the tray tighter.

[Notice: Host challenged. Opportunity to assert dominance detected]

The crowd felt silent, waiting for the fight to start. Zhang Fei cracked his knuckles, ready to flex his new qi-punch on this punk's ugly face.

Lin Yifeng stumbled back a step, but he did not give up. "Shut up! You don't even know who I am!" he barked, clutching that scroll like it was his balls.

"With one word from me, you'll be thrown out of this sect faster than you can blink!"

Zhang Fei raised his hands. "Fuck you mean 'thrown out,' you bitch? Is this sect your mother's? If it is, drag her ass here—I'll fuck the shit out of her and give you a new sister to play with!" he shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The crowd gasped, some choking on their buns, others whispering among themselves.

"Did he just say that?" "This guy's insane!"

Lin Yifeng's face went pale, his forehead sweating crazy as he sputtered, "Y-you… you dare talk about my mother like that?!"

Zhang Fei grinned, leaning in so close he could smell the punk's fear. "Yeah, I dare, scroll-boy—what does she look like? Big tits? Fat ass? Bet she would scream louder than you're about to," he taunted.