“Was that a tail just now?” Hunter asked in surprise.
Bobby merely nodded without answering, but his eyes spoke volumes.
Hunter asked cheekily,
"Really? " he justified, cloaking his carnal desire in curiosity as he reached out again.
“No,” Bobbie stopped him with her hand this time.
“Haha, cats and foxes don't like people touching their tails,” Brock explained from the side.
“They're human embryos genetically edited with other species' genes.”
Though he was hopeless at doing things properly, Hunter was quite adept at underhanded tricks. He steered the conversation, asking,
“What advantages do the genetic modifications offer?”
“Yes,” Brock explained on their behalf, “enhanced senses—night vision, hearing, smell.”
As they spoke, Hunter noticed the catwoman behind him wrap her arms around Brock's waist, her body swaying with a sinuous grace. Her torso was indeed as supple as a cat's. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Pulling his gaze back to the fox girl before him, he asked,
“And you? How are you different from her?”
“I smell better than her.”
“Hahaha,” everyone laughed,
except for Bobbi. She remained silent, smiling with narrowed eyes. Her emerald pupils danced within her gaze, drawing Hunt's eyes in until he was utterly captivated. So he leaned in to strike up a conversation, wrapping an arm around her waist as he spoke,
"Do you have white fox genes? Your skin is so pale."
“Yes,” she replied simply.
“Then your sense of smell and endurance must be excellent. And you must be cold-resistant,” Hunter murmured, burying his face in Bobbi's shoulder as he examined her arm skin for differences from ordinary women, occasionally stealing glances at her chest.
“No, I don't have fox fur. I'm not cold-resistant,”
“Hmm, I remember your tail has fur...” Hunter said, reaching out to touch her tail again.
“Only there,” Bobbi grabbed his hand once more,
" Ha ha, white foxes are quick to react," Hunter, having been rebuffed once, resorted to flattery to save face. Then an idea struck him, and he turned to another catwoman,
“Do you have feline genes? Cats react fast, and so does Bobbi. Why don't you two race each other?” He looked at Brock,
“What do you say? Want to give it a try?” " Brock seemed intrigued too.
“Sure, what should we race?” asked Tulip, the catwoman.
“MotoGP,” Hunter pointed to the two 6-degree-of-freedom driving simulators.
“Alright, give it a shot?” Brock patted Tulip's back encouragingly.
Seeing this, Hunter quickly grabbed Bobbi's hand, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and urged her,
“Come on, give it a try.”
Under the urging of the two men, the women mounted the bikes. Just as they were selecting tracks, Hunter hurriedly suggested from the side,
“Circuit de Catalunya! Circuit de Catalunya! The classic track—choose that one!”
Truthfully, Hunter's recommendation had little to do with its classic status; he simply recognized it as a track where straightaways seamlessly connected with various turns.
Just as the race was about to start, Hunter complained urgently,
“Hey, Brock, they're getting the direct driving feedback, but we're stuck watching from the spectator view. We can't see the racing details like this!” He swung his leg over and sat behind Bobbi, then called out to Brock,
“You sit behind her too. Let's watch their race from a first-person perspective!”
Block grinned without a word and settled behind Black Cat Girl. Her waist was slender and delicate; Block dared not grip her tightly, settling for one arm around her waist and the other on her hip.
Before Hunter could wrap his arms around Bobbi's waist, the green light flashed. Both cars launched forward. Hunter was thrown back, his hands slipping from her waist. In a panic, he grabbed her tail instead.
Bobby gasped, but had no time to react as Tulip seized the inside line at the first corner. Under heavy braking, Hunter cared not who held the advantage—he seized the moment, using the acceleration to press himself against her.
Her waist and abdomen felt firm, with scarcely any subcutaneous fat. On the swaying simulator, she not only stabilized her own body but also absorbed the impact of Hunter's weight.
Amidst the constant acceleration and deceleration through the turns, Hunter felt completely at home. By the end of the lap, he somehow managed to get his leg tangled around the exhaust pipe. In the midst of such intense movement, this snagged limb felt anything but comfortable.
When Bobbie hit the brakes, Hunter's body lunged forward, his leg dragged behind, causing both discomfort and embarrassment. When Bobby accelerated, his body jerked backward, the trapped leg yanked painfully once more. As Bobby leaned the bike hard into the curves, Hunter's thigh skin was torn left and right. Yet Bobby paid him no mind, focused solely on driving to win the race. Hunter couldn't understand why she took such a trivial game so seriously.
Just as Hunter endured this agonizing torture from Bobbi's reckless driving, Lin Yuhui noticed significant flaws in his aura, weakened by pain and distraction. Seizing the opportunity, he approached from behind, sensing his way in through Hunter's lower back and slipping inside.
Lin Yuhui tentatively probed the edges of Hunter's body, gradually gaining access to his senses. This vessel seemed to alleviate his mounting anxiety. Yet inside Hunter, he disliked the smell. As a man, Lin Yuhui detested smelly men—especially scum like this, who'd sleep with anyone and embodied every vice imaginable. His own fastidious nature made it unbearable.
So Lin Yuhui passed through Hunter's body again, seeking to feel the woman named Bobbie ahead. Only then did he realize that liking women and becoming one were two different things. Being pulled and squeezed from behind by a stinking man like Hunter felt awful. He had no choice but to retreat back into Hunter's body, using this foul-smelling shell as a temporary vessel for his soul.
"Ah, ah, Alright, alright, Bobbie, stop! Stop! My leg's stuck!"
Hunter finally cried out from the motorcycle's backseat, unable to endure it any longer.
After a night of debauchery and a hangover, Hunter didn't return home until the sun was high in the sky the next day. Lin Yuhui, inhabiting his body, no longer felt the sun's scorching heat. Still, wasting his life tagging along with this fool day after day felt like a tremendous waste. Heh, even without a physical body, he couldn't shake the habits of his past life.
The moment Hunter arrived home that morning, the robot butler summoned him to see his father. Upon entering the room, his old man met him with a cold stare.
“Hmph, good-for-nothing,”
Only his mother beside him smiled warmly at him.
Hunter knew his father disapproved of him. Having just lost his eldest son, the one he'd pinned all his hopes on, it was no wonder he resented Hunter. The old man probably thought, Why wasn't it you who died? So Hunter didn't argue with his father. As long as he got his money, that was all that mattered.
“The board has decided. Starting tomorrow, you will take over your brother's position as CEO. Do you hear me?”
Hunter couldn't believe his ears. He stared wide-eyed at his father, his mind already painting pictures of himself commanding attention in the corporate world.
“You good-for-nothing! Did you hear me?”
“I heard,” Hunter replied mechanically, still reeling from shock, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Remember: no skipping work, no making decisions on your own. Just sign whatever comes your way. Got it?"
“Got it.”
“Go.” The old man said coldly, then turned his head away.
At that moment, his mother stood up with a beaming smile, took her son's hand, and chatted warmly with him as she led him out of his father's room.
At that moment, Lin Yuhui thought: Should I switch to possessing someone more respectable in his company?
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and then Add to home screen.