NOVEL NEXT Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Side Effects?
Syuen's delicate face was filled with terror as she desperately tried to yank her wrist free from Mo Chen's grasp, pleading, "Let me go! Let me go!"
Her slender legs kicked against the ground with all her might, as if trying to push herself as far away from Mo Chen as possible.
But Mo Chen wasn't about to let her go so easily.
He needed answers. This girl was clearly hiding something!
He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled, her slender frame, like a delicate willow branch, was immediately pulled back to him.
"Why are you running? Is there some kind of scheme?"
However, Syuen, who had been desperately trying to escape just moments ago, was now clinging to Mo Chen, her delicate body pressed tightly against him, nuzzling into his chest like a cat sneaking a treat.
What's going on?
Mo Chen was momentarily stunned, then reached out to lift her chin.
Syuen's previously pale cheeks were now flushed, her eyes misty and unfocused, her lips slightly parted as she breathed rapidly, her small chest heaving, emitting soul-stirring moans...
Is she in heat? It's like she's taken some kind of aphrodisiac…
Mo Chen was taken aback.
Neutralizer?
He suddenly remembered the capsule he had crushed earlier and Syuen's evasive manner when discussing the side effects of increased aggression. Now it all made sense.
Damn. So this is the side effect!
Mo Chen felt a headache coming on.
He recalled similar situations with Snow White and Alice before.
Perhaps because Snow White and Alice were inexperienced and knew nothing about relationships between men and women, they could only express their feelings through hugging and clinging.
But Syuen was different.
She had already tasted the forbidden fruit.
Moreover, the antidote stimulated the virus's activity within her body, greatly enhancing her "aggressive desires." Syuen, being young and inexperienced, naturally couldn't resist.
Syuen was now drenched in sweat, almost soaking through her clothes, her exposed skin showing an unnatural flush, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and the tip of her nose, her mouth continuously emitting sounds.
Her slender hands aimlessly roamed over Mo Chen's body, as if searching for an outlet.
This can't go on: it'll fry her brain.
There's only one way.
Mo Chen picked up Syuen's delicate body and headed towards the office...
After what seemed like an eternity.
The lab returned to silence.
A slender, frail figure emerged from the office, leaning against the wall, shuffling step by step.
It was Syuen.
Her face was as pale as paper, her once lively eyes now vacant and unfocused, her cheeks still bearing the faint flush of the aftermath, her legs weak, her body limp, like a flower that had been through a storm.
She wore a man's shirt that barely covered her bottom, stumbling and limping away...
Inside the lab, it was a complete mess, torn clothes and fabric scattered everywhere, along with undergarments tossed aside.
Mo Chen picked up the clothes from the floor and put them on, sighing at the difficulty of being a good man, feeling quite helpless.
Syuen wasn't enough for Mo Chen to fully vent his desires, despite how many times he had ravaged her.
But Mo Chen held back.
After all, Syuen was only human. If this continued, it might cost her life.
The instigator had stirred up the flames but then ran away.
Mo Chen had to endure the burning desire, picking up the clothes from the floor.
Suddenly, he noticed that his body seemed to have undergone some kind of change.
Mo Chen walked toward the floor-to-ceiling glass, where his reflection stared back at him.
He had always been on the lean side, with any extra weight being just fat rather than muscle. But now, his body had transformed—perfectly proportioned, well-defined muscles carved like granite, radiating an explosive sense of power.
He was neither too thin nor overly bulky like a bodybuilder—just the ideal balance of strength and symmetry.
This wasn't how his body used to be: it had to be the virus, triggering genetic changes.
It's not something like… absorbing yin and nourishing the yang, right?
Returning to the hotel, he found the suite in complete disarray—snack wrappers, empty bottles, a total mess everywhere.
Rapi was busy cleaning up.
When they had checked in, Mo Chen had suggested getting separate rooms. But Anis and Neon refused outright, claiming it was for his safety.
Mo Chen doubted that excuse.
Did they think he needed protection? From them, of all people?
More likely, they just wanted to mooch off his food.
Luckily, the presidential suite was spacious enough to accommodate five people.
"You're back?"
"Yeah. Who made this mess? No one even bothered to clean up."
His prime suspects were Anis and Neon.
They always looked clean and well-groomed, but their living habits were surprisingly messy.
"Where are the others?" Mo Chen asked.
That's when he noticed Rapi's attire.
She was wearing a light, silky nightgown, delicate and flowing, the kind that draped smoothly over her figure. Under the dim lights, the fabric clung subtly to her form, hinting at the graceful curves beneath. One of the shoulder straps had slipped, revealing the smooth, porcelain-white skin of her shoulder.
The gown hugged her waist before flaring out, accentuating the gentle arch of her hips. The thin material outlined every contour, and as she bent down, the fabric stretched taut, emphasizing her curves.
"They've gone to bed," Rapi said, continuing to pick up the trash. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and glanced at him. "Would you like something to drink, Commander?"
Mo Chen snapped back to reality.
"No, I'm good. I'll help you clean up."
He walked over to assist, picking up bits of garbage from the floor.
As he reached for an empty bottle, his hand accidentally brushed against hers. His fingers instinctively wrapped around her slender, smooth hand, feeling the warmth of her skin.
Their eyes met.
For a fleeting moment, Mo Chen caught a hint of something unfamiliar in Rapi's usually composed gaze—an unspoken hesitation, a trace of shyness.
"I'll go tidy up the table."
She gently withdrew her hand, walking over to the other side of the room to clean up, though the tips of her ears were visibly flushed.
Rapi had always been known for her cool, composed demeanor—calm, disciplined, almost distant at times. Even Anis had once complained about how much effort it took just to befriend her.
But now, the icy exterior showed signs of melting, revealing something more delicate, more human, like a young girl in love.
The contrast was striking.