Two fair breasts pressed together, forming a deep cleavage in the middle. Paired with that half-hidden, half-revealed red bra, like a pipa half-concealing the face, all the infinite allure lies at the perilous peak!

A seduction? William Bolton curled his lips disdainfully, but his body betrayed him with a faint reaction.

Cultivation, self-control—damn it!

"Actually, I'm really curious," Emily Brooks spoke up. "What kind of mindset did you have when you refused the Fang Group's offer?"

"No particular mindset. I just don't want to look for a job right now," William Bolton drank plain water, trying to cool the heat in his abdomen.

"If you don't look now, when do you plan to? You're already a senior," Emily Brooks advised earnestly. "And Fang Group isn't bad at all. Signing with them would be good for you."

"No need," William Bolton refused flatly. What a joke—have you ever seen a cultivator go job hunting? That would only drag him deeper into the mundane world.

"Don't be like this," Emily Brooks shifted her delicate body, sitting next to William Bolton, wrapping her arm around his, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "I'm just doing this as a favor for someone. If you don't sign this agreement, I can't complete my task."

A supremely soft sensation came from his elbow. The woman beside him exuded a scent that stirred desire, and Emily Brooks looked up at William Bolton with a pitiful, aggrieved expression.

This was her trump card! Emily Brooks believed that as long as he was a man, he would agree under such pleading. With her mature, alluring body tempting a virgin, how could she not succeed?

At least, that's what Emily Brooks thought.

Chapter 014: Not Signing

"You're really annoying. I already said, I'm not signing, and I have no reason to sign!" William Bolton turned to look at Emily Brooks.

"Don't be like that!" Emily Brooks shook William Bolton's arm hard, her beautiful eyes welling up with tears. "If you don't sign, I'll lose my job. I have to pay for my house and car—it's not easy for me either."

"That's your problem."

Emily Brooks bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry, her expression wavering. In the end, as if making a decision, she yanked out her tied-up hair, letting her smooth, long hair fall down. Emily Brooks's little face was flushed, her ears burning, then she grabbed William Bolton's large hand and placed it on her own ample chest.

"Sign it..." Emily Brooks tilted her head up, her eyes brimming with seduction. One hand slowly unbuttoned her shirt, while she whispered temptingly in William Bolton's ear, "Sign it, and I'll do anything you want. I'll take good care of you."

She even blew a breath into William Bolton's ear after speaking.

Shameless! Wanton! William Bolton's desire surged within, his lower body reacting involuntarily. Facing such a blatant seduction from a beauty, to say William Bolton wasn't tempted would be a lie! With his shallow cultivation, he hadn't yet reached the realm of sitting still amid temptation.

But even though he was tempted, the last bit of clarity in his mind told William Bolton: This woman... must not be touched! Getting involved would only bring trouble.

"Will you sign it, please?" Emily Brooks had already undone most of her buttons, the patterned bright red bra strap glaringly obvious, making her snow-white skin stand out even more. As she spoke, Emily Brooks kept blowing softly into William Bolton's ear.

Tingling, numbing, a strong pleasure surged through his body, making William Bolton's hand gripping Emily Brooks's generous breast squeeze a little harder.

"Ah..." A short, suppressed moan escaped Emily Brooks's rosy lips. She buried her head in William Bolton's chest. "Be gentle, I'm made of flesh too."

"You brought this on yourself," William Bolton sighed.

"As long as you sign it, I'll do anything for you," Emily Brooks's slender hand traced circles on William Bolton's chest.

Damn, is she really going to offer her body? Emily Brooks felt uneasy, weighing her job against her body. Though forced to this point, if it really happened, Emily Brooks wasn't sure she could handle it.

With a resentful squeeze of Emily Brooks's luxurious chest, William Bolton reached out, picked her up from the sofa.

Emily Brooks wrapped her arms around William Bolton's neck, her eyes dreamy, looking completely submissive, a shy smile on her face as she gazed at William Bolton.

A stunner! Truly a man's nemesis!

Suppressing his reluctance, William Bolton carried Emily Brooks to the front door, opened it with one hand, walked out, set Emily Brooks down, clapped his hands, turned around and went back inside, slamming the door shut.

Moments later, a piercing scream came from outside the door, so shrill it could pierce the eardrums.

"Bastard! Scumbag! Pervert! Animal!" Emily Brooks's curses rang out from outside, the sturdy door shaking from her pounding. Clearly, Emily Brooks had gone from shy to furious, taking it out on the poor door.

The cursing lasted a long time, followed by sobbing.