What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH91

Chapter 91: Lawless

“For example…” Pei Xiqing paused, her mind scrambling for a plausible theory. “For example, I think it might have something to do with my physical condition at the exact moment I bit you. Was there something inherently wrong with my biology back then?”

At that time, she had just managed to escape City B, only to be knocked completely unconscious by the mutant horde. Her memory banks regarding the actual escape were completely blank.

But her intuition insisted it was a critical variable.

Pei Xiqing finished her explanation, waiting for his validation, but the man didn’t release a single syllable of response.

She looked over at him, her curiosity piqued.

Duan Xiaolin was simply staring at her in absolute silence.

“…Is there anything else you want to say?” he finally murmured.

Pei Xiqing’s processing units kicked into overdrive. “There should be more parameters… Let me think. Also, Brother Duan, aside from the initial viral onset, did your system truly register zero abnormalities just now? I’m curious—if I were to bite you repeatedly like this, and you continuously injected the neutralizing serum, would your biology eventually synthesize its own permanent antibodies?”

“Because mathematically, subjecting your immune system to that repeated stress test should force your cells to mutate into a unique configuration, helping them naturally withstand the zombie virus. Don’t you calculate that’s a viable probability?”

She didn’t know why, but the exact microsecond she finished the sentence, Duan Xiaolin seemed to smile.

The expression flashed across his features so quickly her optical sensors almost failed to log it.

Yet, the sheer intensity of that fleeting smile sent a sudden, paralyzing wave of numbness radiating straight down her spine.

“What do your own analytics suggest?” he countered.

Pei Xiqing swallowed. “Over the past five winters of the apocalypse, has the global command genuinely failed to isolate a single organic antibody? Or engineered any pharmaceutical compounds that successfully neutralize the zombie virus?”

“Zero organic antibodies have been isolated,” he stated flatly. “As for pharmaceutical compounds, the laboratories have synthesized over a dozen variants that trigger a chemical reaction against the virus. However, the resulting reaction is that the neutralizing tumors are immediately devoured by the infection.”

“I see…”

His large palm reached out, his knuckles lightly brushing against the slightly flushed corners of her beautiful eyes before his thumb came to rest gently against her cheek. “If an antibody truly exists in this wasteland, you are the singular source.”

Pei Xiqing’s face instantly flushed a brilliant crimson under his touch, the heat spreading all the way down her neck and turning the tips of her ears bright red.

“That mathematically shouldn’t be the case. My own biology is already infected with the active virus, so how could my cells possibly serve as a neutralizing antibody for another host?”

After delivering that counter, she quickly began rambling about random, disjointed topics, her own mind completely failing to understand why she suddenly felt such an intense, frantic urge to fill the silence with noise.

When she finally ran out of words, the room plummeted into an absolute, heavy quiet.

Duan Xiaolin remained completely motionless.

She held her breath for a prolonged interval before finally mustering the psychological courage to look directly into the man’s face.

Since she had accidentally broken his glasses earlier, his vision was no longer shielded by the silver-rimmed lenses. Without that glass barrier, the dark, intense desires swirling in his green eyes were entirely unmasked, and he was staring straight at her with an absolute, predatory focus.

If Pei Xiqing continued to play dumb at this point, the performance would be far too obvious.

One glance was all it took for her system to completely decode the deep, lethal meaning burning in his gaze.

Pei Xiqing sat on the edge of the cold coffee table, her bare toes curled into the plush carpet. Looking up at the man, she whispered softly, “My vocal track has nothing left to release.”

In short, she had run out of excuses.

Duan Xiaolin was always a flawlessly patient hunter.

Hearing her formally surrender the floor, he slowly murmured, “Understood.”

Pei Xiqing swallowed unconsciously.

Shifting her small, pale toes nervously against the carpet, she mumbled, “I wonder what sector Xiaobai routed his run to. It seems his handler hasn’t returned his leash yet…”

Just as she attempted to stand up and break the perimeter, the man’s large hand suddenly shot out, violently catching her wrist to yank her frame directly toward him. The sheer kinetic force running through his arm was so massive she lacked even a microsecond to register a physical reaction or mount a struggle. Within a single frame, her entire body was ruthlessly suppressed by his iron grip.

The surface of the coffee table was freezing.

She hadn’t even managed to stabilize her footing. In the blink of an eye, the man had wrapped his powerful arms securely around her narrow waist, lifting her effortlessly to deposit her directly onto his lap.

Feeling the overwhelming density of his masculine strength and the sheer, unyielding physical toughness of a man accustomed to absolute dominance, Pei Xiqing felt a sudden, sharp ache ripple through her nerves.

“Brother Duan…”

The vast majority of the time, she operated with sharp, calculated intellect. When her radar detected a threat, her processing units would instantly predict the trajectory, allowing her to either execute a compliance script to pacify the target or deploy a tactical evasion.

She wasn’t genuinely terrified of any faction in the wasteland. When navigating a crisis, she often simulated a timid, cowardly baseline, but the unvarnished reality was that her internal core remained entirely detached. Very few variables truly mattered to her.

To run an honest diagnostic: the singular entity Pei Xiqing valued and loved above all else in this universe had never been a secondary asset. It was always herself.

Duan Xiaolin possessed a terrifyingly profound understanding of exactly what kind of psychological architecture she operated on, and he calculated the infinite, volatile variables her timeline might introduce in the future.

Duan Xiaolin smoothly shifted his leverage, pressing Pei Xiqing’s frame back against the heavy cushions of the sofa.

Her spine sank into the upholstery.

Given the deep layers of pillows and blankets cushioning the impact, her biology didn’t register any structural pain, but the sudden, violent velocity of the maneuver left her cognitive units momentarily dizzy.

The kiss Duan Xiaolin delivered was completely severed from his usual icy, restrained administrative style; it was blistering, feral, and utterly consuming.

Pei Xiqing’s physical defenses rapidly collapsed under the assault. After just a few intense exchanges, her lips were swollen a brilliant red, and the tip of her tongue felt completely numb. She desperately wrenched one hand free, pressing her palm flat against the man’s broad, rock-solid chest as she gasped for breath. “Halt the sequence for a microsecond… the neutralizing serum is currently battling an active viral load inside your veins… your system just absorbed the injection. If you drive your physical output this high right now, your biology will… hit a critical failure.”

It was pure, fabricated nonsense.

Her analytics knew exactly what Duan Xiaolin intended to execute.

But this was far too… too dangerously impulsive.

Their medical logs lacked any definitive data regarding the potential cardiovascular side effects the serum might trigger under extreme physical stress.

To her utter shock, Duan Xiaolin easily caught the arm bracing against his chest, smoothly twisting her wrist to pin it securely behind her back, tangling his fingers deep into the messy strands of her dark hair to lock her head in place.

Leaning his heavy frame closer, he buried his face into the sensitive curve of her neck, his breathing ragged and hot against her skin as he released a dark murmur. “If my system hits a critical failure, I’ll simply mutate into a zombie alongside you. Doesn’t that perfectly balance the ledger?”

“Has your logic processor completely short-circuited?!”

He let out a low, vibrating chuckle against her collarbone, his large hand firmly gripping the back of her head. “Bite me again.”

The man’s massive hands locked onto her narrow waist, his thumbs ruthlessly kneading the soft curve of her hips. Pei Xiqing felt a sudden, overwhelming wave of heat completely saturate her nervous system.

She tilted her head slightly, wincing as a sharp sting flared at the corner of her mouth. He had actually bitten her lip hard enough to draw a trace of pain.

Pei Xiqing looked up at Duan Xiaolin, her clear eyes rapidly filling with a bright, defensive mist of tears. “Why did your behavioral algorithm suddenly shift into a predator state?”

Duan Xiaolin arched a dark brow. “Clarify the query.”

“You’re acting like a tyrant,” she complained, deliberately injecting a tremor into her voice. “My system is terrified.”

Despite her verbal protest, the woman trapped beneath him looked utterly captivating—her eyes wet and misty with a beautifully calculated, pitiful vulnerability, the corners of her eyes flushed a delicate, bruised red.

The visual completely detonated Duan Xiaolin’s remaining compliance bars. His throat felt like sandpaper. He firmly pinched her soft cheek between his fingers, his dark eyes ruthlessly scanning her features from left to right. “My office is permanently disabling the gentle protocol for tonight’s shift. Deploying a crying script will yield absolutely zero utility.”

Pei Xiqing’s dark hair was completely disheveled against the cushions, her cheeks burning a brilliant crimson. She heard his low voice vibrate through the quiet room again.

“My board possesses the infinite capacity to tolerate your volatile nature, granting your timeline secondary chances over and over again. But your memory units must permanently lock down the directive I issued to your station before. Now that your boots have finalized this trajectory, your system is strictly barred from ever executing a retreat vector.”

He slowly narrowed his eyes into lethal, uncompromising slits.

“My desk cares absolutely nothing about the demographic of your past, but my registry must permanently anchor the supreme priority slot in your future.”

Pei Xiqing’s processing units briefly stalled.

Feeling the sheer, overwhelming wave of possessive hostility radiating from his frame, her vocal track jammed, entirely unsure of how to structure a response.

It appears the asset suffering from severe psychological insecurity… is actually him.

The man’s large hand firmly gripped the nape of her neck, tilting her head up as he ruthlessly brought his mouth down to crash against hers again.

As their lips and tongues violently entangled, Pei Xiqing was kissed into total submission, her physical leverage completely erased by his overwhelming strength. Unable to brace against his weight, her frame began to slide precariously toward the edge of the sofa cushions.

Duan Xiaolin actually diverted a fraction of his processing power to manually adjust her coordinates.

He effortlessly hauled her sliding frame back to the center of the cushions multiple times, firmly pinning her down to continue the sensory assault.

Yet, the physical dimensions of the sofa ultimately proved far too restrictive for the sequence.

Pei Xiqing’s cognitive units were spinning wildly, and before her mind could log the geographic transition, she suddenly realized the man had smoothly lifted her into his arms and deposited her onto the massive mattress inside the master bedroom.

He hadn’t even bothered to seal the bedroom door behind them—knowing full well that zero assets inside this base possessed the clearance to breach his private quarters. The man’s calloused hands slid over her skin with a rough, deliberate friction, sending violent, electrifying currents racing through her nervous system until her entire body trembled. Within a few heavy breaths, their discarded bathrobes—which they had only just slipped into after the shower—were carelessly tossed onto the hardwood floor.

Pei Xiqing’s head felt impossibly heavy, her rational firewalls on the verge of being completely swallowed by the rising tide of desire. She wrapped her slender arms securely around the man’s neck, leaning close to whisper directly against his ear. “Does the Chief Judge truly desire to mutate into a feral zombie?”

The verbal provocation in her tone was glaringly obvious.

Her own analytics were baffled by how her vocal track still possessed the audacity to deploy a teasing script while pinned in this highly compromised position.

But her system simply couldn’t resist.

The exact millisecond the query cleared the air, the man let out a dark, raspy laugh, his large hand gently stroking the length of her long, tangled hair. “What precise response does your station expect me to deliver? Have your processors calculated the physical invoice for broadcasting a line like that during this specific operational phase?”

“If my teeth actually execute the bite? I’ll infect the supreme, highly-respected Chief Judge with the mutant strain, and from that milestone forward, your entire system will be biologically forced to obey my commands.”

She puffed out her lower lip, stubbornly insisting on delivering the banter.

“Obey your commands?”

“My registry ranks as the supreme Alpha among the infected horde. Does your database reject the file?”

He murmured, his voice a low, vibrating hum, “Then my uniform shall gladly submit to your orders.”

Pei Xiqing opened her mouth and lightly pressed her teeth against his sharp Adam’s apple.

She executed a slow, teasing drag with the tip of her tongue.

The pressure deployed absolutely zero kinetic force.

A violent, electric shudder racked Duan Xiaolin’s massive frame. He instantly reached up, pinching her soft cheek as his eyes turned entirely black. “My analytics confirm it—you are genuinely lawless.”

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