The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 183: Crawl?
Chapter 183 - 183: Crawl?
It was John's third elder sister, Alice, who was hiding on the balcony, ready to launch a sneak attack.
With Alice's skill level, it had been easy for her to locate John's temporary residence.
Naturally, climbing up from the ground to the fifth-floor balcony was no challenge for her, either.
In fact, when John had been talking to Emily earlier, he had already sensed Alice's presence.
There were two reasons for this.
First, the Mind Circle—Alice still wore the amulet John had given her. At a distance, it needed her to call his name to activate. But at close range, John could sense the Mind Circle's energy at any time.
Second, the vital energy within Alice's body originated from John himself. It was a seed he had planted in her during cultivation, so her presence was like a beacon to him—impossible to miss.
That was why John had excused himself to "shower in the next apartment." He knew Alice was the type who never played by the rules.
And sure enough, it was a sneak attack as soon as they met.
Fortunately, John had anticipated this. He caught her by the ankle with one hand, yanked her up until her body stretched out in the air, and with the other arm, he locked her waist and pinned her down effortlessly.
Alice blinked her long lashes, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she leaned in close to whisper into John's ear.
"Little John... you naughty thing... let me go, hmm?"
Somehow, since becoming a cultivator, Alice's allure had grown even more intense.
If she had been described as charming before, now it could only be called enchanting—even demonic.
She must've been a seductive fox spirit in her past life, John thought.
Still, he didn't release her. Pressing her firmly against the wall, he said sternly, "No way. With your personality, you're definitely up to something."
Alice giggled. "You really are getting to know me, little John. But if you don't let go... I'll bite your ear."
She nibbled toward his ear, her lips not even touching yet, but the fragrance alone sent a shiver down his spine. John had no choice but to let go.
As expected, the moment she landed, she threw a punch at him.
John dodged smoothly.
"Don't run! Let me beat you up first!" Alice shouted, chasing him with clenched fists.
"I'm not a masochist," John said, darting away. "If you want to hit me, catch me first."
"Oh-ho, you dare to provoke me again?"
They didn't use any vital energy. It was just a playful sibling fight.
From the balcony to the living room.
From the living room to the kitchen.
From the kitchen to the bathroom.
And finally, back to the living room.
Eventually, Alice tackled John onto the sofa and growled triumphantly, "Hah! Caught you at last. Now let's see where you think you're going!"
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After all the wrestling and tumbling—
John sighed. "Can't you tell I was going easy on you?"
"So what?" Alice smirked. "You're still caught."
John was speechless.
What could poor little John do when facing such a mischievous older sister? Nothing but let her mess around. He lay on the sofa, totally unresisting.
Before long, Alice grew bored. "Tch. This isn't fun. If you don't fight back, it's just not interesting."
She flopped back onto the couch, crossing her legs with a huff.
John sat up and asked, "Seriously though, Alice—what are you doing here? I already told you, I'm teaching at Providence College twice a week, and I might not come home some nights."
"Are you trying to say you're tired of me?"
John's face changed instantly at the wounded look on Alice's face. He braced himself for some incoming mischief. But surprisingly, Alice didn't push further. Instead, she shrugged.
"Of course I'm here under our eldest sister's orders—to keep an eye on you and see who dares to seduce our little John."
John's face darkened. "Must you make me sound so scandalous? And let's be honest—you just used that as an excuse, didn't you? You snuck over here on your own."
Honestly, John thought, if anyone needed keeping an eye on, it's Alice, not me.
"Fine, you got me." Alice laughed. "Yes, I came here secretly. I want you to help me cultivate. Please?"
She latched onto his arm, her fox-like eyes sparkling with mischief.
John shoved her off without mercy. "It's useless to try that look on me. Get off."
How dare she ask him to help with cultivation again?
The aftereffects of the last two sessions had been serious. He'd nearly suffered a backlash. If he hadn't pulled himself back from the edge at the last moment, it would've been a catastrophe.
As the saying goes—if you play with fire, you'll get burned.
Even with his strong will, John couldn't guarantee how many more times he could resist. Alice's face and figure were just too tempting.
"John, you heartless man," Alice pouted. "You want me to go away? Fine. Then I'll crawl toward you instead."
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. Then she kicked off her shoes and began crawling along the length of the sofa, twisting and stretching to show off every curve of her flawless figure.
The sofa itself was nearly fifteen feet long and made of high-quality imported leather. Opposite it was a massive flatscreen TV—this whole setup was pure luxury. It was the kind of sofa where someone could sleep all night and feel more comfortable than on a fancy Simmons mattress.
John had to admit—Alice's curves were as dangerous as they were dazzling.
But still—"Aren't you afraid the website review editor might see you like this and just delete you from the next Chapter?" he thought silently.
For Alice's future, John sat up and spoke seriously.
"Alice, I think you misunderstood me. I said leave. I didn't mean crawl."
"I know," Alice replied with a lazy smile. "I just wanted to test how soft the sofa was."
