Chapter 9: The Arenson Effect Applied in Games!_1

I was being threatened, wasn't I?

I must have been threatened...

Wen Zhiyin wanted to cry but had no tears.

Though her name sounded somewhat ambiguous, she'd swear on her conscience that she'd never done anything against the heavens or social morays.

Even after living for twenty-five years, because she could always accurately discern others' inner thoughts, she hadn't even had a boyfriend.

Let alone men, even during her schooldays, girls would keep their distance from her.

Teachers also steered clear of her.

After all, who would want to spend every day with someone who could easily guess what you were thinking?

Once or twice might have been astonishing.

But too many times, it was horrifying.

Thus, Wen Zhiyin's path to adulthood was actually quite lonely.

Everyone has their own little quirks, and Wen Zhiyin was no exception.

As the saying goes, the more you lack something in reality, the more you yearn for it inwardly.

Long-term loneliness imbued Wen Zhiyin with a resentful anger; over time, she began to fantasize about bullying others fiercely.

Since you don't befriend me!

Since you exclude me from fun!

I will ravage you in my mind! Torture you!

She found that when she indulged in these fantasies,

her brain would secrete massive amounts of dopamine.

And it gave her an unsurpassed joy.

To make the pleasure feel more real, she even went out to buy whips, handcuffs, candles, leather jackets, and pants— a whole array of props— to keep by her side when she went to bed, so she could dream more vividly of those fantastical scenarios.

In her mind, she was a sadistic addict. (Here, 'sadistic' doesn't refer to a character who enjoys bullying others, but a sexual dominant.)

But in reality, she had never acted on it.

After all, if she were reported by a patient, not only would her psychological credentials be revoked,

but she would also never be able to face her family and relatives again.

Moreover, even without the constraints of the former two, those who genuinely had psychological issues were pitiable enough, unfit to be objects of her fantasies.

But today...

Perhaps the boy in front of her was too handsome,

or maybe it was the misleading nature of his words just now,

or possibly, after being single for so many years, she was just insatiably thirsty.

No matter the reason, she spontaneously lost her mind,

and then, things developed to this point.

"That's not true... I'm not that kind of person..." Wen Zhiyin didn't know how to explain, nearly crying in urgency.

He just hit me with a basic attack, and I traded away my career-threatening Flash...

Just as Wen Zhiyin was trying to explain further.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a piercing sound of a whip striking the ground was heard beside her ear.

Startled, Wen Zhiyin shuddered all over.

Without even having to look, she knew.

In her haste to escape earlier, she had forgotten to put away her little whip, and now Ke Jin had it in his hand.

"This whip is of pretty good quality," Ke Jin commented, holding it casually and giving it a flick, letting it abuse the floor tiles intentionally.

Floor tiles: Alright, alright, you're noble, you're exceptional.

He, as a person, hated it the most when someone pointed a whip at his head.

Oh, except his father.

His father's seven-wolf-brand whip was of T0 rank, so it was important to keep a low profile.

As for this girl, if he were any later in revealing his true intentions, wouldn't her whip have ended up on his own backside?

Ke Jin, in his lifetime, had only his backside whipped by his father and had only ever whipped his sister's backside.

And this woman even thought about acting up with him?

Despicable!

"Ke, classmate, don't... don't do this, let's just pretend nothing happened, okay... okay?" Wen Zhiyin, not sure whether she was panicking or frightened, or embarrassed by the incident just now, was notably lacking confidence.

"That won't do," Ke Jin realized he perhaps had a bit of a sadistic streak as well.

The more afraid the other person was, the more excited he felt inexplicably.

Oh no, this is some kind of British plantation owner complex.

"Teacher, don't be scared. Sit." Ke Jin pulled over a chair, pressed down on Wen Zhiyin's shoulders, and seated her, then spoke again.

"This secret could end up in anyone's ears. But as long as you obediently work for me, it will only end up in my belly, how about it? Consider it?" Ke Jin smiled slyly.

The studio needed more hands in the early phase.

A free cotton-picking machine, who wouldn't take it?

"Wu wu wu..." The room was dim and the setting unfamiliar, coupled with Ke Jin's presence standing authoritatively above her, the unique male physical intimidation against the female was at maximum now, leaving an insecure Wen Zhiyin to sob uncontrollably, looking utterly lost like a child.

"Crying? Crying takes time too," Ke Jin toyed with the whip in his hand, suddenly striking the ground again, frightening Wen Zhiyin into a slight tremble.

Had it been another woman, Ke Jin might have felt some guilt.

However, she just now wanted to whip him.

Now, it can only be described as a reversal of roles.

"What must I do for you to forgive me... wu wu wu..." Wen Zhiyin was on the verge of tears.

"It's simple, listen to the question!" Ke Jin stood with his hands behind his back, idly swinging the whip as he paced back and forth in the room.

"A game is priced well above players' expectations, yet they still purchase it, what's the reason?"

As the topic shifted to Wen Zhiyin's area of expertise in analysis, her emotions slowly stabilized, and after a few flickers of her wet, tear-streaked lashes, she spoke with a soft sob in her tone.