Everyone says eyes are the window to the soul. When Qin Feng glanced, it was clearly where he intended to attack—his grasp of the "grab-nurse-dragon" technique was precise and consistently effective. He beamed and said, "Then I'm here. Are you ready?" Mirel didn't pay much attention to where he was looking, huffed, "Do I need to prepare? Give me one minute. If you can make me move or dodge even once, you win." "Deal." As he spoke, both of his paws extended. The beautiful mage was momentarily stunned, thinking perhaps he had gone giddy—directly launching into action without any weapons or spells. The next instant, she realized how serious the situation was, her eyes blazing with fire. You're daring to die, aren't you? Just then, he said, "If you dodge, that's me winning. Hahahaha!" Mielie was instantly stunned. Right—if I moved at all, I’d lose. How could I possibly lose to this bland, unassuming young man? Absolutely not. I’d just stay perfectly still. Qin’s two stealthy hands had already settled on her full, lush chest, and he hadn’t used a single ounce of spiritual power—just gently pressing against her. Of course, he wouldn’t stay so passive. His ten fingers began making subtle up-and-down movements. Truly, she hadn’t budge at all—his delight grew. Today’s tofu would surely be a delicious meal. As his touch grew stronger, though he used only ordinary strength without amplifying it with spiritual power, her body didn’t react at all—neither through conscious effort nor instinct. The sensation was simply excellent. Indeed, the magical race truly stands out. Isn’t it true that the goddess is said to have an angel’s face and a demon’s figure? It’s quite different from ordinary human girls. The longer it went on, the bolder he became, his hand gradually slipping into the other person's clothing. This direct physical contact was clearly different from simply touching through clothes—his growing YD expression made that evident. In the small steaming cauldron, a semi-transparent image hovered in midair. Everyone stared wide-eyed, even the elderly Lei Feng, severely injured, momentarily forgetting his pain and murmuring, "No way—this is really happening. Qin Feng is truly a talent. Even the demonic beings are falling for him. Now he's in deep trouble." Qingya looked deeply indignant. "That man is a classic case of a soulless, big-shoulder, always after the girls' advantage." Isabella quietly moved to the side, adopting a look of someone who didn't know him well. One of the Overseers shook his head, saying, "Don't underestimate him. To calmly accept a female demon's advances face-to-face—how many ordinary people could manage that? It's a strategy, truly impressive." "Another inspector agreed, saying, 'Indeed, if it were us, we'd hardly get a chance to speak—let alone eat the female demon's tofu. We'd likely be struck down right away.' The others nodded in unison, all displaying the same expression: admiration. Qingya felt herself nearly going mad. What kind of taste do you all have? You're all admiring a man who's nothing but a romantic charmer—have you gone mad? Isabel felt a surge of pride and remarked, 'In truth, Xiao Feng is quite upright most of the time. This is indeed part of his strategy—disrupting the female demon's mind, making her feel frustrated and helpless, which effectively serves as a form of revenge for the head of the office.' Master Lei Feng brightened up, saying, 'That makes sense. Any situation that makes the enemy feel humiliated is a win. I support Qin Feng—wow! One hand has already gone in, what's the other one waiting for? Hurry up!' Qingya involuntarily stepped back several paces, truly feeling that she could no longer keep up with this group—they were simply too disappointing. One of them, with a particularly graceful expression, asked, "Qingya, you've been with him for so long—haven't you, too, been 'eaten by the tofu'?" Everyone turned to her with expectant glances, and she snapped, "How could that be? Even if he had ten or twenty chances, he'd never dare make a move on me!" Everyone looked visibly disappointed, as though it was entirely natural that Qin Feng had 'eaten her tofu.' Qingya felt she was about to go mad. Isabel quickly interjected, "Qingya is actually Qing Feng's direct superior—while he often acts up, respect for his superiors has always been one of his core qualities since childhood, you know." Outside, Qin Shao maintained an air of contentment, his hands ever more brazen and unrestrained. Now look at Mili—her face as pale as thunder, her silver teeth clenched tightly, eager to swallow him whole. She counted seconds precisely in her mind, thinking to herself, "You see, how long can you keep this happy? As soon as the time runs out, I'll kill you right away." By the thirty-sixth second, his hands had both slipped into the beautiful demon woman's clothing, and he still chattered unashamedly, "The body structure is no different from that of human women—yet the sensation is so vastly different. Is there really some structural difference somewhere? I must study this thoroughly..." Mili's eyes were nearly blazing with fury. Though she had the ability to dispatch him in mere minutes, she had to endure patiently, letting him finish his meal like a mere sponge. Forty-five, forty-six... The longer she felt the time dragging, the slower it seemed to pass. Qin Feng continued to gush, "Wow! So big! And so elastic! It's still growing larger—wow, wow, wow!" Mielie was so terrified she could have died; she realized that under the onslaught of her opponent’s magical hands, her body was responding with certain physiological reactions—most notably, her two peaks had grown even more firm. Fifty, fifty-one… Qin Feng’s heart was already bursting with joy. Indeed, the truth was clear: if you don’t make a desperate effort, you won’t survive. You’ve been arrogant and dominant—now you’re suffering, regretting, and utterly at a loss for words. The beautiful magical maiden’s breathing grew erratic and her heartbeat quickened, yet she continued silently counting: fifty-five, fifty-six… Finally, at fifty-nine seconds, she couldn’t help but raise her right hand, her gaze fixed on Qin Shao’s forehead. A single palm press would be enough to reduce him to ashes. Just as she was about to reach sixty, Qin Feng’s body suddenly became ethereal. On the surface, he appeared deeply absorbed in eating tofu, so focused that he seemed to have completely forgotten everything else. In reality, he too was counting—though he never willingly risked his life for such a small advantage. Mili first realized that he was trying to escape and should have promptly given him a solid slap. But for some reason, her movement to raise her hand was delayed, and when she finally lifted it, the person in front of her had already vanished. Fortunately, Qin Shao appeared before everyone. Uncle Lei Feng nodded approvingly, saying, "Well done, Qin Feng—you truly are a man of strength. That's why Qingya holds you in such high regard, appointing you as her deputy. You have real potential, young man. Keep up the good work."