You are all bad women! Don't come over!

Shen Mochen looked troubled for a while but ultimately shook his head. It wasn't too late to wear it if he lost this game!

What to do, what to do, was he really going to end the day in humiliation?

Biting his lip and in the midst of his quandary, a stroke of inspiration suddenly illuminated his mind.

In the world of his dreams, this type of chess existed too, and that scumbag he dreamt about seemed to be good at everything, including this game. After learning it, he never lost offline.

He had once told Yin Caiyu the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly because in his dreams, he often felt a telepathic connection with that Su Mo, so real it was as if he was Su Mo and Su Mo was him—although that scumbag wasn't as handsome as him.

Damn it, not as handsome and yet he had seven wives and fourteen concubines!

However, now was not the time to criticize that scumbag, but to think about how he played chess. Shen Mochen furrowed his brows, carefully recalling the super genius's style in his dream... He didn't need to inherit all of Su Mo's chess ability, just remembering the general strategy should be enough to win against Catherine.

Catherine's chess ability wasn't strong; by her own admission, she had only played with her grandfather and seemed to treat it more as a leisure activity.

Catherine smiled as she set up the chess pieces, took out a condom from the box, and placed it by the table, thoughtfully preparing it for Shen Mochen.

Although Shen Mochen had untied his hairband, making his current face unclear, it must be a very interesting expression.

Watching him put it on and then take it off in front of her... that was truly entertaining; she really wanted to see his expression.

"You can tie your hair back up with your hairband; of course, the hairband can no longer count as clothing," Catherine kindly suggested.

"No need!" Shen Mochen replied in a second, "At this time, covering my face gives me a sense of security."

Catherine chuckled: "Kind of like an ostrich."

Shen Mochen asserted confidently, "After all, people need face, trees need bark; even if I were to streak down the street, I'd cover my face first!"

As long as his face was not shown, it wasn't considered losing face!@@novelbin@@

Catherine sized up Shen Mochen from head to toe with a mix of appreciation and teasing: "You have a nice build, you look pretty solid."

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"What are you doing..." Shen Mochen covered his chest.

"You even have abs," Catherine observed, looking at Shen Mochen's underwear.

Shen Mochen's face flushed, and he hurriedly covered his thighs with his shirt: "Just look at the abs, don't look down, okay?"

"It's your own fault for stripping to this point; that's the only place you're still clothed."

"I didn't strip because I wanted to!"

Amitabha, may Su Mo the Great show his power, amen! Shen Mochen muttered to himself in a mixture of shame and anger and kicked off the game by moving his knight to F3.

After more than twenty minutes of intense fighting, Catherine had only a king and a rook left on the chessboard, while Shen Mochen, besides the king, had two promoted pawns and a queen.

Shen Mochen was careful not to be forced into a draw, then finally checkmated Catherine completely.

"I won!"

Shen Mochen cheered and jumped up, his face even more elated than if he had won a million dollars.

He looked at Catherine triumphantly, not speaking, wanting to savor the other's frustration and awkward expression.

Catherine fell silent for a moment; despite some dissatisfaction, she furrowed her brows slightly but still stood up, "You won, so according to the stakes, I must remove an article of clothing."

Shen Mochen was stunned, only to see her already starting to unzip the back of her skirt.

"Hey, hey, hey, slippers count, slippers count too!"

Shen Mochen hurriedly intervened. He hadn't expected Catherine to be so true to her word, stripping off her clothes without any hesitation!

But Catherine didn't take Shen Mochen's kindness to heart. She gently brushed her long hair to the back and with a soft zip, revealed her perfect body to him.

Dressed in nothing but a set of pure white underwear, every curve, every inch of her skin, was laid bare before Shen Mochen. This wasn't a fleeting glimpse like the one Yuncui offered yesterday, but a prolonged visual feast.

Her skin, as white as ice and snow, rippled with a wonderful glow under the light. Catherine gently bit her lips, a peach-blossom pink gradually blossoming across them.

"I... you..."

Shen Mochen was so surprised that he was rendered speechless. He tried to restrain his "dog eyes" from wandering, but he couldn't help but sneak a few glances. The ravine in front, the subtle lines of abdominal muscles, the curve between waist and hip... all of these beauties made his heart beat furiously.

"Come on, let's continue," Catherine said, checking the time, feigning indifference.

Shen Mochen, with his head lowered, said, "Actually, we could do something else, there's no need to play chess, why don't we just put clothes on and watch TV..."

"Your body is more honest than your mouth."

Catherine sat back down, biting her lip and letting out a stifled laugh.

Shen Mochen, with a flushed face and stubborn tone, retorted, "I learned about it in biology class, I'm top of my age group!"

"That's right, the body never lies," Catherine agreed.

She set up the chessboard with a hint of pink on her face, but she maintained a pretense of nonchalance.

"It's pretty big," she murmured to herself, stealing another glance and wondering what it looked like.

"I really don't want to play anymore, please let me go..."

Shen Mochen pleaded with a bitter face. With such a tempting view before him, what normal man could concentrate on chess? He was genuinely afraid that he would lose control and do something he'd regret to Yin Caiyu.

Catherine's tone remained even as she delivered a harsh ultimatum, "We have to play until seven, or I'll kill you."

"Are you trying to kill me, or sleep with me?"

Shen Mochen grew slightly irritated, thinking, 'Is she really forcing a monk to break his vows here?'

If you want to sleep with me, just say it outright. There are plenty of others who have thought the same; it's no big deal! If you promise not to cling to me after sleeping with me, I'll take the loss and sacrifice myself!

Close my eyes, and it'll be over in a moment!

So can you guarantee that after this one time, you'll let me go?

"Neither, but if you're interested, you can come over and make a move yourself."

"Move your huge head! Are you being serious?"

Shen Mochen burst out in exasperation, the root of his anger being his own heart, which yearned to give in after hearing her words.

It was a good thing that he was always trained by Yin Caiyu, another top-tier beauty, at home; otherwise, he might actually not resist pouncing on her now.

"Then let's play chess," Catherine concluded.

"Huff..." Shen Mochen exhaled deeply, glowering at the chessboard.

He checked the time; only half an hour left. If he dragged it out, they only needed to play one more game.

Come on, Shen Mochen, don't lose to Catherine!