"Yes, yes, you must. Going to a construction site without a helmet can be fatal." William Thompson felt a bit more at ease, no longer as scared as before. At least the person hugging him from behind wasn't some supernatural being, like a vengeful spirit or a fierce ghost.

What he feared most was that the other party was a vicious vengeful spirit in human form. Those things have no reason, acting purely on instinct. If he ran into one, no matter how clever William Thompson was, it would be useless.

Fortunately, the person opposite seemed to be normal—at least her chest was warm.

"Really don't need it." Jessica Reed turned him around, pulled down her neckline, and pushed out her chest: "Good man, come on."

With her graceful and voluptuous figure, William Thompson didn't feel a thing. His heart was as calm as still water. He turned and twisted open the door: "Wait a moment, I'll be right back. Any conversation without a work helmet is just fooling around, and I refuse."

Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best!

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you." Jessica Reed seemed to lose patience. A cold murderous glint flashed in her moist eyes, and she chopped the side of William Thompson's neck with her hand.

William Thompson let out a "yelp" and collapsed limply into Jessica Reed's arms.

She closed the door again and, like carrying a chick, dragged William Thompson toward the bedroom.

She wasn't very strong, and after a brief blackout, William Thompson immediately regained consciousness and began to struggle violently.

"Behave." Jessica Reed slapped him twice across the face, and William Thompson instantly quieted down.

"Who exactly are you?" William Thompson was afraid of being hit, so he didn't dare struggle.

"Who am I?" Jessica Reed giggled, "Of course, I'm your friend Jessica Reed."

"My friend would never laugh like a mother hen clucking." William Thompson said in a low voice. As soon as he finished, he got slapped twice again.

Jessica Reed smiled sweetly: "I just went to the bathroom, and you noticed right away. Tsk, you're such a little snack, coming right to my door. I'd be a fool not to eat you. You're pretty determined, though. This body of yours may not be as good as mine, but you're quite handsome and delicate. Yet you weren't moved at all. All my words just now were wasted."

William Thompson gritted his teeth: "So the whole nude loan thing was just a trick to fool me? Where is Jessica Reed? What did you do to her?"

Actually, he had more or less guessed Jessica Reed's fate. He had just seen her ghost in the bathroom mirror.

And since this Jessica Reed was fake, then everything she said earlier couldn't be true. Thinking carefully, there were indeed flaws in her story.

"Jessica Reed" laughed: "Don't worry, you'll see her soon."

As she spoke, her appearance and body changed at an astonishing speed. First, her long black hair turned white, and a pair of furry animal ears grew among the silvery hair. Then the black in her eyes faded, replaced by a pair of amber eyes with vertical pupils. Her face also changed, from an oval face to a seductive, pointed one—probably her true appearance.

"Jessica Reed" tore off her nightgown, standing naked in front of William Thompson, a fluffy tail gently swaying behind her.

Beast ears, fox tail, vertical pupils... a seductive aura rushed over.

A demon beast!!

William Thompson's heart pounded wildly.

The good old socialist style suddenly collapsed into a Western fantasy style—this was like a dream come true for otakus who longed for beast-eared maids.

Luckily, after being bombarded by his great-grandmother, William Thompson's worldview had become especially solid. In this situation, a flash of inspiration hit him and he blurted out, "Ancient demon bloodline?"

"Jessica Reed" was stunned, surprised: "You know about the ancient demon bloodline?"

"Grace, bring him in." From behind the tightly closed bedroom door, a man's voice came.

So there was a third person in the room besides them?

As soon as the thought arose, William Thompson was dragged into the bedroom by the woman called Grace.

The woman's wrist was strong and powerful, her nails hard. He had no doubt that if he made any sudden moves, she could snap his neck.

The bedroom curtains were tightly drawn, the white fluorescent light was harsh and cold, and the air was filled with a strange odor—like something rotting and stinking, mixed with the smell of wild sex between a man and a woman.

William Thompson's attention was quickly drawn to the man lying on the bed. He wore only a pair of boxers, his upper body muscular and well-proportioned, his face pale, lazily lying there. The man's features were androgynous, his eyes long and narrow, exuding an indescribable allure. Clearly a man, yet he made William Thompson's heart race...

"You're not of the ancient demon bloodline, at least not awakened," the man stared at him and asked, "How do you know about the ancient demon bloodline?"

The man's eyes were also amber, with a strange glint that made William Thompson feel dazed. "My great-grandmother told me."

Great-grandmother...

The man's gaze grew even stranger, like a whirlpool. "Which family or faction are you from?"

The light faded from William Thompson's eyes, and he answered mechanically, "I don't know."

"Who is your great-grandmother?"

"A girl."

"A girl?"

"A girl with big boobs and a perky butt, my dad's legacy to me." William Thompson's mind was under his control, and he answered everything truthfully: "She was really pretty, but died young."

What a mess. Grace and the man both frowned secretly.