Fyren pulled Xena into a utility room and shut the door behind them.
He exhaled sharply.
"That was close."
Xena laughed. "You're that scared of them?"
"What do you know?" Fyren shot back. "These guys are all skilled mountain outsiders with serious kung fu. It wouldn't even take two moves to kill me."
Xena asked, "Do you think they bought it?"
"They must have."
Fyren said, "Otherwise they would've confronted us already."
"So what's next?"
Yeah, what next?
Sabrina was waiting in the presidential suite, and now Copper King's trio was staying in the same hotel.
[Did they plan this? If so, the act might not hold up.]
[Sabrina alone is trouble enough—with three masters added to the mix, getting out unscathed will be tough.]
[No choice! Too dangerous. Need to send Xena away first—can't involve her in this.]
Fyren suddenly smiled. "Xena, I've got a foolproof plan."
"Oh?" Xena had heard everything, of course—she knew Fyren was putting on an act. "Do tell."
"Here's the deal: go home and wait for my signal. I'll contact you when everything's ready on my end."
Xena stared at him. "You're worried something might happen to me?"
"That's not it—I have my strategy."
"Bullshit! You're just worried about me. Admit it—are you worried or not?"
Fyren sighed. "Why can't you understand plain English? I do have a plan, and I need your help."
"Cut the crap! If you care about me, just say so. Plans, my ass—hey, we're alone here. Don't you wanna do me? Right here?"
Fyren knew exactly what Xena meant. "Okay, okay—get out."
"Hehe."
Fyren quickly messaged Iron King and the others, explaining the situation.
Then he headed straight for the presidential suite, glancing at Xena. "Watch my cues when we go in."
"Got it!"
Sabrina opened the door after the bell rang. Seeing Xena, she froze momentarily before smiling. "Please, both of you—come in."
Fyren strode in and dropped onto the couch. "Well? What's this about?"
"Drinks?"
"Skip the small talk. Get to the point."
"Nothing much. I just wanted to thank you properly for helping me the other day... and see you again."
Fyren cut in, "What the hell did you do to Eliza?"
"What happened to her? Is she still unconscious? Fyren, I truly don't know why she passed out suddenly. Could her blood sugar have dropped?"
Fyren paused. "From now on, address me as 'Young Master.' Nothing else. I prefer it that way."
"Oh? Young Master—so that's how you like to be called. Young Master?"
Xena was thoroughly disgusted by Sabrina's slutty demeanor.
This woman was public enemy number one for women worldwide!
Any female—unless it was her own mother—would 100% call her a slut behind her back, even her so-called best friends.
No—come to think of it, even her mother probably thought she'd raised a slutty daughter.
This woman was a whore to the bone!
The kind who looked completely normal at first glance—no particularly outrageous makeup or revealing clothes—yet radiated that perfect blend of innocent "green tea" aura mixed with slutty vibes.
Precisely this type of woman often became men's dream goddess while being crowned the ultimate bitch by other women.
The more sophisticated this kind of bitch was, the more she attracted hatred from her own gender.
[We're all women here—who doesn't know what's really going through your mind? What's with the act?]
[Only those dumb men worship you as some pure goddess. To us, you're just a scheming bitch, a green tea bitch, a flirtatious bitch... the bitchiest of all bitches!]
Xena wasn't about to back down. She seethed internally:
[I should've worn my battle outfit today!]
[This simple skirt-and-stockings combo can't compete with this woman at all!]
[Damn her—wearing that backless evening gown with high-end jewelry accessorizing every detail, especially those heels that make her legs look miles long...]
[As much as I hate to admit it, this slut's body is flawless. Even I'm jealous of those legs!]
[So infuriating!]
Sabrina sized up Xena with a single glance, already calculating:
[Oh? Looks about twenty, doesn't she?]
[Too young. That princess-style dress and cotton stockings? How childish.]
[And those plain shoes...]
[Little girl, maybe read some fashion magazines before trying to steal men from your elders?]
[Did you really think this outfit could compete? How naive.]
[I'll obliterate you in seconds with this getup.]
In female rivalries, both parties always know exactly what the other is thinking.
Xena instantly recognized the mockery in Sabrina's eyes—the silent critique of her "immature" fashion sense lacking mature feminine charm.
With a loud "Hmph!", Xena dramatically unbuttoned two buttons at her chest, fanning herself. "It's so stuffy in here!"
Fyren remained clueless about this feminine warfare.
He cared about practical matters—he was here on business. Women's outfits barely registered beyond a cursory glance.
"Let's cut the pretense. We're all adults here. Just tell me what you want—what will it take to wake Eliza? You—"
His words died when he glanced sideways and froze.
Xena had two defining features:
First, she absolutely nailed the loli aesthetic, genuinely appearing as innocent, lively and cute as a high schooler.
Second... her bust was downright explosive.
[A childlike face with massive breasts]—that summed her up perfectly.
Now with two buttons undone, a generous portion of those snow-white mounds spilled into view, the dazzling pale curves jiggling hypnotically.
Fyren's brain short-circuited momentarily.
His inner monologue screamed:
[SO BIG! What the hell did this girl eat growing up?! How is all her body's fat concentrated THERE?!]
"My God! Normally it's fine when covered by clothes, but suddenly unleashed, it's like a tiger breaking free from its cage—so damn eye-catching!
Could you even hold it with one hand? It's practically impossible! If you rolled it out flat, you could probably play with it like..."
Fyren's mind wandered, and Xena instantly sensed victory. A smug smile spread across her face.
Sabrina sat stunned.
She heard it again!
Not a hallucination!
She could actually hear Fyren's thoughts!
This guy... likes them big?
Sabrina couldn't help glancing down at herself. Damn it—in this department, she couldn't compete with this little girl.
How the hell did she develop like that? It's unnatural!
Slender arms, slender legs, a tiny savage waist... yet so disproportionately blessed up top!
Infuriating!
Wait—are you challenging me?
Sabrina looked back at Fyren—already frozen, his gaze locked onto Xena's neckline like a tractor beam.
Xena came alive.
Oh, you think little girls can't have big assets? Fyren's a total pervert who loves voluptuous curves. Should I crawl back into my mother's womb and reshape myself?
Sabrina seethed internally.
With deliberate grace, she adjusted her dress and sat demurely on the sofa, gently cradling a teacup with a soft smile... while positioning her thighs at a perfect forty-five degree angle.
Fyren's head snapped back involuntarily.
[Fuck!
Those straight, toned, shapely calves slightly parted, accentuated by high heels—utterly suggestive.
But now I'm seeing the thighs too—a woman's most lethal weapon!
Especially the tantalizing curves where thighs meet... utterly hypnotic.
Enough to make any man's imagination run wild!
No! No! No! This woman's body is too dangerous!
[And those black garters hugging her thighs—perfectly sculpted, my ass!]
Any woman with legs like these could make men grovel at her feet!
Fyren's robotic stare fixed on Sabrina's thigh junction as he mechanically muttered:
"I'm here... to save Eliza... she's important... you must..."
Sabrina shifted slightly, crossing her legs.
Fyren's breathing hitched, his voice growing more wooden:
"Hand over... the antidote... okay..."
Watching her hard-won advantage slip away, Xena burned with fury.
Now it was Sabrina's turn to smirk.
Little girl, you think you can beat me just with your chest? Not even close!
Men are all the same—leg-obsessed degenerates. Breasts just need to be adequate, not excessive.
Consider this a free lesson.
Xena gasped, then glared at Fyren's captivated expression.
Shameless Fyren! I have thighs too!
Unacceptable!
I can lose to anyone—but not to her!
Xena suddenly stood and ripped off her coat, violently tearing at her princess dress.
Fyren startled.
"Hey! What are you doing? Why are you suddenly taking off your clothes? And why are you tearing your own dress?"
"Stay out of it!"
Xena thought to herself: I've had enough of this vixen!
I have to say—Xena is a genius.
When it comes to girls hooking up with guys, she's practically uneducated.
But when fighting with women? Her creativity knows no bounds.
Especially since her school days—having been teased by countless boys—Xena had learned a thing or two.
After some strategic tearing, Xena's dress was completely transformed.
The princess dress became a halter top, revealing her shoulders, collarbone, and a generous portion of her bust up top, her thighs at the bottom, and her flat stomach and slender waist in the middle.
At this moment, Xena exuded a different kind of beauty.
A lethal kind of sexiness, to be exact.
The kind that shattered conventional beauty standards!
Fyren had never imagined an innocent princess dress could become so devastating after some deliberate damage.
Xena's entire demeanor had shifted—from an eloquent, pure beauty to... well, someone wearing a now-short, torn dress that made men's blood boil just by looking at it...
The kind that makes you want to tear off the remaining bits...
In short, the perfect trigger for a man's most violent fantasies.
Fyren's jaw hung open, his brain short-circuiting.
Xena put on a pout and said pitifully, "Fyren... do you like it?"
As she spoke, she curled up on the couch, legs pressed together and tucked back, her index finger slipping between her lips for a gentle bite. "Are you... going to bully me again?"
Fyren's mind had officially flatlined.
He nodded dumbly. "Next time... I'll do the tearing. Holy shit... it's perfect."
Xena glanced sideways at Sabrina, mentally crowing:
You really think you can compete with me?
Let me tell you something—every woman in the world combined wouldn't be enough to take me on!
Sabrina's brain buzzed, fury steaming from her seven orifices.
I'm Sabrina—the sole disciple of the Lustful Woman Sect! The top seduction goddess who destroys men by giving them exactly what they want!
And I'd lose to some little girl from Northlandia?!
Her eyes turned glacial. Fine, sister will fight you to the death today!
Sabrina yanked out her hairpin, letting her long hair tumble down in deliberate disarray. Then—rrriip!—she tore her dress straight down the middle...
Fyren whipped his head around at the sound. "Hey! What are you—"
Finally snapping back to reality, he jumped up. "What the hell are you two doing? Why are you undressing and tearing clothes? You—"
To his shock, both women shouted in unison, domineering as queens: "None of your business! Sit down and watch!"
Fyren froze.
Nodded. "Oh."
And obediently sat back down. A sudden thought struck him:
Wait... why did I come here again?
Why can't I remember...?
Oh! Ohhh! I see! Panties! They're purple!
Damn, I'm such a bastard—how can I get distracted at a time like this!