Chapter 646 - 413: Zhou Chen, Oh Zhou Chen, How Could You Be So Depraved

Chapter 646: Chapter 413: Zhou Chen, Oh Zhou Chen, How Could You Be So Depraved

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In the dark living room, the TV screen was the only source of light.

Zhou Chen and Erin were nestled on the couch, eating from a family bucket of fried chicken while watching a movie. The fiery explosions and bombastic music pushed the plot toward its climax.

It was a recently released R-rated blockbuster, packed with elements like gore, violence, explosions, car chases, beautiful women, suggestive content, grand-scale scenes, Superpowers, aerial dogfights, and war machines. It was a typical commercial popcorn flick, designed for a non-stop adrenaline rush—pure, unadulterated fun.

At the end of the movie, the main characters defeated the final boss in a cool and epic war, successfully saving the World. The male and female leads shared a passionate kiss under the glow of the setting sun, and the film ended.

"It was... not as good as ’Source God’ from a while back," Zhou Chen commented sharply.

"I agree." Erin nodded. The movie was all thrill, completely devoid of logic or plot—a pure adrenaline-fueled flick.

As the credits began to roll, the air suddenly fell silent.

Erin appeared calm on the surface, but inside, her heart was pounding. She was filled with unease and nervousness. She knew what was coming next. On one hand, she felt scared and resistant. On the other, the prospect of soon tasting the Forbidden Fruit filled her with a strange excitement and anticipation, leaving her mind a tangled mess.

Just then, Zhou Chen wrapped his arm around her and said with a smile, "Don’t be so nervous. Couples should be relaxed and comfortable with each other. Be however you feel comfortable. It’s not like I’m going to eat you."

"You just want to eat me up..." Erin muttered under her breath, all too aware of Zhou Chen’s true nature.

After a moment of inner conflict, she steeled herself, grit her teeth, and flipped over to pounce on Zhou Chen, settling into his lap.

"You’re as red as a boiled lobster," Zhou Chen teased, reaching out to pinch Erin’s soft, tender cheek.

Erin gently wrapped her arms around Zhou Chen’s neck, her heart thumping wildly—far more violently than it ever had when facing enemies in battle. Her delicate face was flushed crimson, and her shy eyes held a new firmness as she looked at Zhou Chen seriously.

"You have something you want to say?" Zhou Chen could see she wanted to tell him something.

"I... I was thinking about the first time I met you." When Erin started speaking, her voice was a little hoarse and off-key from a dry throat, but she quickly returned to her usual tone, though it trembled with nervousness. "Back then, I never could have imagined we’d end up like this... Actually, I never thought I’d even live this long..."

"Everyone said I wouldn’t live past eighteen, and even I believed it. The Curse had already fused with my Soul, and the Purification of the Curse would mean the death of my Soul. No one can escape a Destined Death... But you, you saved me from the hands of the Death God."

As Erin recalled the memory of her near-death experience, her eyes grew misty. "I was so helpless and scared back then. I knew I was about to die, and I knew no one was coming to save me. But honestly, I kept praying, hoping someone would come help me. I really didn’t want to die, not at all...

Then, in my most desperate moment, you came.

From that moment on, I fell completely in love with you."

Erin reached out and cupped Zhou Chen’s face. A fire seemed to burn within her sapphire-blue eyes, her gaze as intense as a torch as she spoke to him with conviction,

"—You are my one and only hero."

She leaned in and kissed him.

After a long time, Erin, blushing, pulled away from Zhou Chen and nestled softly in his arms. She murmured, "You gave me a new life. You showed me a beauty I’d never experienced and led me to do all sorts of forbidden things... My first time at an amusement park, my first time eating fried chicken, my first time setting off fireworks, my first time watching a movie... And my first time doing something bad, my first time lying, my first time killing someone...

Zhou Chen, you’re the one who turned me from a good girl into a bad girl. You got your wish. You’ve painted a blank canvas with the colors you wanted."

"So..."

Erin said to him, "You have to take responsibility."

"I will," Zhou Chen nodded seriously.

"Then..."

Erin leaned close to his ear and whispered softly,

"You’ve taken so many of my firsts. Now, come and take my real ’first time’."

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The morning sun streamed in, and the faint sound of birds chirping could be heard from outside the window. The curtains fluttered slightly as a gentle breeze carrying the fresh scent of grass and flowers drifted in. Everything was as beautiful as a dream.

Zhou Chen opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Erin’s smooth, dazzling long golden hair, followed by her delicate, fair, and flawless skin.

She was sleeping soundly, the corners of her eyes slightly red—a clear sign she had cried hard after being thoroughly teased last night. Her lips were a little dry, a sign of dehydration.

Zhou Chen rolled over and stared blankly at the ceiling, a dreamlike feeling washing over him.

It was the surreal feeling of Dreams come true.

’Unbelievable, unbelievable...’

Zhou Chen let out a breath, shocked that he’d actually become a scumbag one day! And that he hadn’t been hacked to death or dismembered by a jealous lover with a cleaver yet!

’But if I’m a scumbag, so be it,’ he thought. ’As long as I can make everyone happy.’

Zhou Chen’s conscience only pricked him for a moment before it was tossed away to who-knows-where.

He got out of bed, took a shower, and came back to find Erin still asleep. He didn’t disturb her; she was exhausted and needed more rest.

After going downstairs, Zhou Chen saw Li Xiye lying on the couch, scrolling on her phone. She glanced at him, then reached out and snatched something from thin air. An unopened box of "Ultra-Thin 0.000001" condoms appeared in her hand.