NIKKE: The Apocalypse Arrives, But the System is 100 Years Late

A slightly tipsy Anis didn't answer Mo Chen's question directly. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her soft and curvaceous body against him. Her amber eyes curved into crescent moons as she giggled, "Hehe, Commander, does this count as a date?"

"Have you ever seen anyone go on a date in the bathroom?"

Mo Chen was speechless.

This girl really had an absurd way of thinking.

"Nope." Anis leaned in closer, still clinging to his neck, her breath warm as she whispered against his ear. "But I have seen people having a secret rendezvous in one."

Her voice was soft and honeyed, like a freshly bloomed peach blossom—tender yet alluring. It was a voice as intoxicating as sweet poison, as tempting as a forbidden apple, a dangerous yet irresistible allure.

Mo Chen might not be the most emotionally perceptive person, but he wasn't stupid.

He immediately understood what she meant.

The fire in his chest, which had been barely suppressed, erupted into roaring flames once more!

His hand, resting on Anis's round hips, instinctively tightened. He gritted his teeth, his voice coming out hoarse as he fought to keep himself in check.

"You're playing with fire. And people who play with fire tend to wet the bed."

Anis could clearly feel the heat radiating from him. Though inexperienced, the way her already flushed cheeks deepened in color and how a hazy mist clouded her amber eyes showed that she understood the implication.

Under Mo Chen's smoldering gaze, she finally turned her head aside and muttered, "So what? It's just playing around. It's not like I'm making you take responsibility. Besides, I've never tried it before—how else would I know?"

Hearing her unbothered response—almost like a confession—Mo Chen felt something inside him snap.

He was already steel-hard.

Anis seemed to notice too. Her bright amber eyes sparkled with intrigue, the slight embarrassment on her face overshadowed by pure curiosity.

"Are you thinking about it?"

Mo Chen finally lost control.

And in that instant, a victorious gleam flashed across Anis's eyes.

No one knew how much time had passed before the night deepened.

Two figures snuck out of the bathroom, moving as stealthily as thieves. One of them, smaller in stature, walked unsteadily—her steps wobbly and weak, as if she had taken a severe beating, utterly drained of all strength.

It was none other than Mo Chen and Anis.

Mo Chen reached out to help her walk, but Anis quickly pressed a finger to her lips in a shh gesture and pointed toward another room.

"Quiet, Neon's still here."

The room was silent, the late-night air thick with drowsiness. Moving carefully, the two tiptoed toward the bedroom.

Since it was a luxury presidential suite, the bedroom was lavishly decorated. The massive bed in the center was ridiculously oversized—so much so that even three to five people could comfortably sleep on it together.

Mo Chen helped Anis over to the bed and was about to leave when she grabbed his wrist.

"Stay with me."

"Huh?"

Mo Chen was caught off guard and glanced at the bed—where another figure was already lying there fast asleep.

It was Neon.

She seemed completely out of it, sound asleep after drinking too much.

"…This isn't a good idea. What if she wakes up?"

Anis clung to Mo Chen's hand, her voice soft and pleading like a spoiled child. "Sleep with me, okay? You already slept with me—it's only fair that I get to sleep with you too."

A girl's first time always brought complicated emotions—anxieties, worries, and a need for reassurance.

Even someone as carefree and straightforward as Anis wasn't an exception. Though she acted easygoing and bold on the surface, deep down, she was just as delicate as any other girl. At a time like this, she naturally wanted the person she trusted most to stay by her side.

Mo Chen glanced at Neon, who was curled up on the other side of the bed, hesitating.

Before he could make a decision, Anis had already pulled him onto the bed, beckoning him with a playful wave of her hand. Left with no choice, he followed, intending to lie down at the edge of the bed.

But Anis wouldn't allow it. She insisted that he sleep in the middle, claiming she was used to sleeping on the left side.

With no alternative, he carefully got onto the bed, making sure not to disturb Neon.

Once he was under the covers, Anis pulled the blanket over their heads, creating a private little world just for the two of them.

"Relax, Neon sleeps like a rock. She drank so much earlier—there's no way she's waking up."

Anis grinned mischievously as she latched onto Mo Chen's arm, her hands playfully wandering over him.

What she didn't realize was that under the same blanket, Neon was very much awake.

Curled up in the sheets, her wide, round eyes were filled with shock and panic, her entire body tense. Her heart screamed internally—

Do they not know that if the bathroom door is left open, the hotel room isn't soundproof?!

Despite the lingering soreness, Anis was in high spirits. She felt lighthearted, even playful. Every now and then, she would reach out and teasingly scratch Mo Chen's palm with her fingertips, like a child seeking attention.

Noticing her constant staring, Mo Chen finally asked, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Anis beamed, her amber eyes bright with adoration.

"Because you're so handsome—handsome enough to kill~"

She scooted closer, lowering her voice as she whispered in his ear, her breath warm and teasing.

"Commander, I'm totally in love with you."

Anis was happy, but Mo Chen wasn't as fortunate.

Since it was her first time, she couldn't handle too much—being a Nikke didn't change that. Mo Chen also knew he couldn't overdo it.

Even if he wanted more, he had to hold back.

Sensing that Anis was getting too playful again, Mo Chen quickly caught her wandering hand.

"Enough, get some sleep."

Anis hummed softly in response, letting out a small yawn before snuggling into his chest.

After everything that happened, she was completely drained. Now that she was relaxed, sleepiness crept in. She rubbed her eyes, her voice growing softer and drowsier.

Before long, she had drifted into a deep slumber.

Mo Chen sighed deeply as he held Anis in his arms. Having a beauty in his embrace but being unable to do anything was pure torture.

It seemed like this night was going to be long and agonizing.

What he hadn't expected, however, was that the real torment had only just begun.

Anis's sleeping posture was nothing short of chaotic. She sprawled out without a care, limbs stretching in all directions. Not long after falling asleep, she had already taken up more than half the bed.

Then, without warning—

Bam!

One of her legs kicked straight into Mo Chen's face.

The force was so strong that his head snapped to the side, nearly knocking him off the bed.

Mo Chen was speechless.

How the hell does she sleep like this?!

Just as he was recovering from the surprise attack, he suddenly noticed something—

A pair of wide, bright eyes staring right at him.

Their gazes locked in midair.

Neon!

Mo Chen froze.

Unlike what Anis had claimed earlier, Neon was very much awake—and very, very sober.

"Ah—!"

Realizing she had been caught, Neon gasped, instinctively about to scream.

But Mo Chen was faster.

With lightning reflexes, he clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her before she could make a sound.

Oh shit. If she screamed right now, all hell would break loose!