NIKKE: The Apocalypse Arrives, But the System is 100 Years Late

Content Warning: This chapter contains some strong scenes that some readers may find unsettling or controversial. Reader discretion is advised. 

Despite Syuen's petite frame, youthful age, and incomplete development, her legs moved with astonishing speed in the face of danger. 

Agile beyond expectation, she darted and dodged Mo Chen's attempts to grab her twice, narrowly slipping away each time by ducking and weaving.

"Help! Someone... help me!"

Syuen lunged toward her desk and shouted into the communicator.

But before she could utter more than a couple of words, a sharp "crack" rang out. With one swift punch, he smashed the communicator into a shower of sparks.

Syuen froze, her face draining of color. Backing against the wall in terror, she knocked over several items on the desk with a series of clattering crashes.

Mo Chen, seeing her pale, tear-streaked face and trembling form, felt an inexplicable surge of irritation welling up inside him. That bratty, annoying girl, somehow, now seemed a bit... endearing.

Striding purposefully toward the desk, he watched as she bolted again in desperation. With a quick lunge, he managed to grab hold of her clothes, but Syuen instinctively twisted like a frightened cat, and with a loud "rip," a piece of fabric tore from her back.

The sudden tear exposed a broad expanse of smooth, snowy-white skin, so translucent and radiant that it seemed to shimmer. It was breathtaking, mesmerizing in its purity.

Even her shoulder blades revealed a pair of small, subtle dimples—an incredibly rare and alluring feature.

Mo Chen, momentarily distracted, couldn't help but marvel. Who would've thought that Syuen, for all her bratty behavior, would have such an unexpectedly captivating figure?

"Aaah!"

Syuen screamed, darting away again.

But the CEO's office wasn't large, and no matter how swiftly or cleverly she ran, it was like a frantic kitten trapped in a cage, unable to escape the relentless hunter closing in.

As she dashed ahead, Mo Chen pursued right behind her.

But a predator always catches its prey.

With a sudden pounce, he cornered her against the desk, leaving her no room to escape.

"Trying to play hide-and-seek with me, huh? You've got guts, little one."

Gripping the back of her collar with one hand, he effortlessly lifted her off the ground, her flailing legs kicking futilely in the air.

"Let go! Aaah!"

Syuen flailed in a panicked frenzy, pushing against him with all her might, kicking and thrashing with every ounce of strength she had.

But the disparity in strength was insurmountable. Mo Chen remained steady, unmoved by her desperate struggles.

With her writhing body dangling like a kitten in his grip, he strode back to the desk. Sweeping aside the computer, communicator, and various tools cluttering its surface, he cleared the space in one swift motion.

Pinning Syuen's trembling body against the desk, he pressed her firmly down by the back.

"Now, tell me—do you know what you've done wrong?"

Syuen didn't hear a word he said. Frantic and desperate, she pushed against the desk with her hands, kicked at the desk legs, and twisted her lithe frame in an effort to escape.

But her small, slender body was no match.

Compared to Mo Chen, who practically doubled her size, she looked especially fragile.

Seeing her flimsy, semi-transparent skirt getting in the way, Mo Chen reached out and, with a sharp "rip," tore it away and tossed it aside.

"Help! Somebody, help me!" Syuen's voice rang out, trembling and filled with desperation.

Feeling the solid frame of Mo Chen pressing behind her, Syuen's panic surged to its peak. She burst into tears, crying loudly while flailing desperately, her small hands stretching toward the button on the upper-right corner of the desk, fingers fully outstretched.

"Still yelling?"

With a swift motion, he raised his hand and brought it down with a loud "smack," striking Syuen squarely. Her body stiffened as if electrocuted, and she let out a sharp cry of pain.

The hit landed solidly.

"This is to teach you a lesson."

Was she seriously trying to research something as dangerous as a virus? What if it mutated? What if it spiraled out of control?

Mo Chen wanted to make sure she remembered.

He struck her again.

"Smack!"

Syuen sobbed even harder, her tears streaming down as she tried to lift herself off the desk. But Mo Chen held her firmly in place, leaving her with no chance to escape. All she could do was grip the edge of the desk tightly.

In her frantic struggle, her slender frame twisting and writhing, the cheap, thin fabric of her inner clothing—already torn in the earlier scuffle—gave way further with a series of sharp rips.

"Rip! Rip!"

The seams along the middle split open completely.

As for her usual jacket, it had already been shredded to tatters during her earlier dash around the office.

Mo Chen's heart burned with a sudden, intense flame.

An evil impulse, one he had never felt before, surged within him. It whispered in his ear, as if urging him on.

She brought this upon herself: this is her punishment. She deserves it.

No one would say a word, no matter how much she suffers.

This is Syuen's office. No one will come in, no one will find out.

Even if something happens here, no one will know. Besides, it's just a small lesson.

To teach her a lesson, so she won't go astray in the future. It's for her own good.

"Please, no... help me... I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Syuen wept like a child, tears and snot streaming down her face.

But her pitiful pleas, her tear-streaked face, and her current position didn't evoke any sympathy from Mo Chen. Instead, it only fueled the fire.

Though Syuen appeared to be only in her early teens, her body was well-developed. Curves in all the right places, far from the typical figure of a loli.

So much so that Mo Chen was momentarily stunned.

Perhaps sensing that she was about to be consumed if this continued, Syuen, with a burst of strength from who knows where, took advantage of Mo Chen's momentary distraction. She scrambled to her hands and knees, crawling toward the opposite side, completely unaware that her skirt had ridden up, exposing herself to Mo Chen's gaze.

The tight fabric clung to her skin, following the curve of her body, dipping slightly to form a delicate hollow.

But before she could escape the desk, she felt a strong grip around her ankle, yanking her back and pinning her down on the table.

No matter how much her arms and legs struggled, no matter how much she cried for help or begged for mercy, it was useless.

Syuen's head was pressed against the table, her eyes meeting Mo Chen's—deep, crimson, like a lone eagle's, or perhaps an abyss...

In Mo Chen's eyes, Syuen was now nothing more than a piece of meat on a chopping block, a delicate flower to be plucked at will, an object to be humiliated, a tool for his release.

At that moment, Mo Chen felt as if he had been overtaken by a second self. A self that was utterly loyal to his most primal instincts.

What had started as a simple lesson for Syuen was now spiraling out of control, deviating far too much from Mo Chen's original intentions.

Unseen by anyone.

In the office, Mo Chen's body was enveloped in a crimson glow. From the corners of the room, wisps of energy, as if alive, began to gather and flow toward him, being absorbed into his body.

It was the energy emitted by the interference device Syuen had been researching earlier!