What’s going on? How could this happen? Ben Carter only felt that Emily Harris’s crystal-clear, snow-white delicate body seemed to be twisting non-stop before his eyes, and that fresh, alluring fragrance assaulted him in waves, much stronger than what he had smelled before, making him dizzy and unable to control himself.

In a haze, he didn’t even know what he was doing, just unconsciously performing certain actions.

But if there had been anyone else present at that moment, they would have seen such a scene: a lecherous man was molesting a beautiful drunken woman. The young woman wore only her underwear on her upper body, her outer clothes tossed aside, and the obscene man was rubbing and kneading the girl’s body with both hands, yet without taking things any further. In this strange situation, these actions continued for a long time, but neither party showed any further reaction.

Suddenly, a faint moan of “Mm” escaped from Emily Harris’s lips, as if she could no longer endure his caresses. But to his ears, it was like a thunderclap on a clear day—Ben Carter seemed to snap awake all at once. He shook his head, trying to shake off that hazy feeling.

But when he looked closely, he found his hands were caressing back and forth over Emily Harris’s jade-like, crystal-clear chest. Her white bra had already been pulled askew, nearly falling off, and most of her snow-white breasts were exposed. The last two hidden points of spring were about to be revealed by him. The soft sensation felt like electric currents shooting from his hands straight to his brain, stirring his blood and quickening his heartbeat. It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

How could this be? Shocked, Ben Carter immediately withdrew his somewhat disobedient hands, though they still seemed to linger, reluctant to let go of that softness, wanting to resist his brain’s command. What was going on? Where had his much-vaunted self-control gone? That little bit of alcohol was nothing—he should have sobered up long ago. So why couldn’t he control his consciousness and actions?

At this moment, Ben Carter only felt his blood surging, his limbs not quite under his own control, as if a powerful energy was slowly gathering and flowing within him. Could it be that the time had come again? He didn’t dare think further. This couldn’t go on—he needed to find a quiet place to deal with this problem.

Turning back, he saw Emily Harris’s skin, which had become a bit pink and crystal-clear from his caresses. Ben Carter thought he had to deal with this big problem in front of him first. Otherwise, when Emily Harris woke up tomorrow morning, wouldn’t all hell break loose? If she found him gone, wouldn’t she think he’d run away out of guilt? Besides, he couldn’t just leave her lying here like this—he wouldn’t feel at ease. She’d definitely get sick by morning if he did that, and he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. He’d better hurry up and help her get cleaned up.

Steadying his mind, the calmness he had cultivated over so many years helped him a lot. He struggled to return to his usual state of tranquility. A trained mindset wasn’t so easily changed.

Without looking sideways, Ben Carter helped Emily Harris take off her black suit skirt and straightened her disheveled underwear. It seemed that the crystal-clear skin, the pure whiteness, and the mysterious area beneath had suddenly lost all attraction for him. He felt as if he were doing something utterly ordinary, and that alluring body seemed to become like a mummy, no longer holding any appeal for him.

He quickly wiped Emily Harris’s body, then carried her to his own bedroom and laid her on his bed. Although he looked a bit sloppy, his bedroom was not messy. He covered her with a quilt and left a note, roughly explaining that she had gotten drunk and her clothes were dirty, so he brought her back and took off her dirty clothes. He had to leave for something urgent, and when she left, she just needed to close the door behind her.

In fact, just as Ben Carter thought, his years of training had not been in vain. His body was indeed experiencing something unusual—he was basically at a life-or-death juncture. Though that might sound exaggerated, it was not far from the truth. Ben Carter was now at the stage where an esper was about to advance, but his condition was unstable. If not handled properly, he might really die.

Ben Carter was originally from a family of guardians. Both his parents were espers, and he had inherited special abilities as well. His father was a rare psychic warrior. Because his mental powers were extremely strong, such people were basically guaranteed to be geniuses, so he became a mad scientist. His mother, on the other hand, was a beast-warrior. Ben Carter was their first child.

But when Ben Carter was born, no matter how they checked, they couldn’t find any mutated genes. It was basically certain that this child would not be an esper. This was a heavy blow to his parents and their elders, who all took great pride in possessing these special abilities. The fact that their child turned out to be an ordinary person was something they couldn’t accept.

So they frantically used all kinds of methods to test the child. The little boy was tormented to the brink of death by them, though of course Ben Carter knew nothing about this. In the end, when nothing worked, the couple resorted to their final measure.