“Eh? Hearing the word ‘lewd’ come out of your mouth is really something new.” James Carter actually found it a bit funny. “I thought you guys didn’t care about that at all.”

Emily Grant quieted down, said nothing, and just tossed the clothes over.

Hearing the sound of James Carter drying himself behind her, Emily Grant suddenly let out a soft sigh and said in a low voice, “If we really didn’t care about these things, why do you think I tried to gouge out your eyes when we first met? Was it just out of cruelty?”

James Carter was taken aback. The sudden sigh from Emily Grant felt a bit out of place, and what she said was even more so… He really found it hard to connect this sect, which always seemed a bit flirtatious, with any notion of chastity—especially since you guys even run brothels. But now it sounded like maybe he’d misunderstood something?

Suddenly, he understood…

So, you all act all flirty on the surface, but in reality, you never actually put out… That’s really not fair, you know? No wonder those young heroes who got played are so pissed at you…

Chapter 8: Written as Demon Sect, Read as Girl Group

But then again, making people fall head over heels and never putting out—James Carter was actually very familiar with this…

What was his profession? He was a girl group manager, an idol producer… Creating female idols, selling personas, selling purity, selling an image—what was the point? Fans treat idols like lovers, and when a dating scandal breaks, they cry their eyes out. But does the idol really have anything to do with you? After draining your money, did she ever put out for you? Even a handshake event leaves you so excited you don’t wash your hands for days…

And if she does put out, it’s for someone else—when was it ever for the fans?

Demon Sect = Girl Group? This realization amused James Carter greatly. The methods might be different, but the essence was pretty much the same. So, they were in the same business after all. Turns out, he was basically a branch of the Demon Sect himself, right?

Emily Grant snorted, “Whatever, we demon girls are just like this. Think what you want.”

“What if I say I actually prefer demon girls?” James Carter smiled playfully. Looking at Emily Grant now, he couldn’t help but see her from a professional angle. With her stunning qualities, if she went solo, she might just become a national superstar…

Emily Grant had no idea what he was thinking and sneered, “Saying one thing and thinking another.”

James Carter didn’t know how to explain their professional similarities, so he changed the subject: “Honestly, you guys saved my life, treated my wounds, and took care of me… No matter what people say about you being demon girls, to me, you’re the closest people I have in this world. If any so-called hero tried to mess with you, I’d help you take him down.”

James Carter truly meant it. Right now, the person he was closest to in this world was this little girl in front of him. If they ever clashed with the righteous sects, there was no question whose side he’d be on.

Emily Grant laughed, “You? Help us fight? Someone could blow and you’d go flying.”

She said it, but her tone was clearly much lighter: “Since your heartbeat and body temperature didn’t change when you said that, I’ll take it as sincere.”

“As real as it gets.” James Carter seized the chance. “I don’t know martial arts, but you could teach me, right?”

Emily Grant heard he seemed to be dressed, so she turned around. She seemed about to say something, but her eyes suddenly lit up: “Hey, you look really handsome in that brocade outfit.”

Earlier, James Carter had just glanced at it, but now that he was wearing it, he could see the whole effect. It was a style he’d never seen before, a bit like the fitted outfits worn by heroes in period dramas—tight sleeves, narrow cuffs, fitted pants, easy to move in, unlike the wide, dragging robes of scholars. The fabric was luxurious, embroidered with brocade, a jade belt at the waist adding a touch of nobility. The white standing collar gave a clean, refined look. Combined with James Carter’s own modern, capable, and free-spirited aura, it was different from the usual martial, aggressive vibe of this world—not weak and delicate, but uniquely striking and handsome.

As they say, clothes make the man. The bathrobe from before was clearly a bit ridiculous, but now, seeing him dressed like this, Emily Grant’s eyes practically sparkled.

James Carter looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied, laughing, “Didn’t expect I’d look this good in these clothes.”

From behind, Emily Grant asked, “What does ‘handsome’ mean?”

“It means good-looking.” James Carter turned and struck a pose. “See how dashing I am—can’t you teach me martial arts? Or is your sect’s technique only for women?”

“Vain.” She called him vain, but Emily Grant was still looking him up and down, clearly liking his handsome look. She replied, “Our sect’s techniques aren’t limited by gender, but the ones we can teach outsiders are just superficial. If you want to learn the real stuff, you’d have to formally join the sect. Because of an incident years ago, we haven’t accepted male disciples in a long time, but it’s not strictly forbidden. As long as Master agrees, it’s fine. If you get the chance, ask her yourself—I can put in a good word for you.”

James Carter laughed, “So nice to me? Don’t tell me you’re actually falling for me? Aren’t you worried I might be a spy trying to steal your sect’s secrets?”

“If you have the skills, go ahead and steal them. At your age and with your talent, starting from scratch, and with poison deep in your system that can’t be removed… Forget it, not worth talking about.” Emily Grant said carelessly, laughing like a flower. “The sect is full of women—we’re already sick of looking at each other. Having a handsome guy around is easy on the eyes.”

James Carter was left speechless.