Manipulative Harem God

Zhang Wei, with a widened grin, "Now, where were we?"

!?

Hu Ning, slightly taken aback by the unexpected resistance, narrowed her eyes, internally noting, 'Strange, why isn't it working?' Confusion flickered across her face as she attempted to understand why her usual hypnosis had no effect on this man.

Undeterred, she maintained eye contact, dismissing his shameless words. However, her confidence wavered as the surroundings abruptly transformed into blinding white light.

!?

Panic set in, and she started shivering uncontrollably, feeling an overpowering force at play.

In the midst of her disorientation, a colossal, ethereal white dragon materialized, wreathed in mystical flames.

The sudden appearance of this fantastical creature startled her, and before she could comprehend the situation, the spectral dragon lunged at her.

"Ahhh!"

The piercing scream echoed through the cabin as she was forcefully propelled backward, crashing into the neighboring seats. Zhang Wei, observing the unexpected turn of events, couldn't help but smirk.

"Looks like your little tricks don't work on everyone," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Approaching Zhou Jiajia with an air of nonchalance, Zhang Wei's hands were casually tucked in his pockets.

A sly chuckle escaped him as he observed her attempting to blend into the background—a scene reminiscent of a classic high school thug encounter.

Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Wei was no stranger to such tense situations, and a knowing glint sparkled in his eyes.

As the drama unfolded, Xiong Mei keenly observed the undeniable familiarity between them. "Do they already know each other?" she wondered aloud, sensing that this encounter was far from their first.

Intrigued, she nonchalantly opened a pack of complimentary snacks, deciding to relish the spectacle of someone else grappling with the same discomfort she had endured in the past.

As Zhang Wei approached, Zhou Jiajia's heart raced. Memories of their previous encounter flooded back, and she braced herself for whatever might come next.

Zhang Wei, however, maintained a relaxed demeanor, his hands casually in his pockets.

He strolled over, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Long time no see, Litte Jia. Miss me?"

Zhou Jiajia, caught off guard, stammered, "W-what are you doing here?"

He leaned against the seat in a casual manner, "Just a coincidence, running into you at 30,000 feet above ground. Small world, huh?"

Xiong Mei, intrigued, munched on her snacks, muttering to herself, "This is getting interesting."

Zhou Jiajia, still puzzled, shot back, "Are you following me or something?"

Zhang Wei smirked, "Quite the opposite. By the way, how's life treating you after our little store adventure?"

Zhou Jiajia, trying to keep her composure, responded, "Not as eventful as yours, it seems. What's with Hu Ning, what did you do to her?"

Zhang Wei chuckled, "Oh, just a little entertainment. She tried some tricks, but it seems she can't handle the dragon."

Zhou Jiajia's eyes widened, glancing at the scene where Hu Ning was being attended to by the flight crew. "Dragon? What on earth is going on?"

Zhang Wei leaned in, his tone low, "Welcome to my world, where the supernatural is just another Tuesday."

Zhou Jiajia didn't understand anything until Zhang Wei started to unhook his pants. "Do you want to take a look at the dragon as well...?" he teased.

"That dragon!" Zhou Jiajia's face instantly flushed in realization, and she turned her face to the side, avoiding his eyes.

Zhang Wei chuckled, taking over Hu Ning's place.

Overhearing the conversation, Xiong Mei muttered to herself, "This guy sure knows how to scare innocent girls."

She shook her head, bitterness etched across her smile. The people of the country remained oblivious to the fact that their favorite idol had already been stolen. Zhang Wei was destined to face a chaotic journey in the days to come.

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In the tense silence, Zhou Jiajia could hear her own heartbeat, each thud a testament to her fear. As Zhang Wei confidently assumed a seat beside her, she couldn't muster the courage to confess that the place belonged to Hu Ning. Instead, she endured in silence.

Zhang Wei, sitting in close proximity, found a perverse pleasure in playing with her escalating fear. Unable to resist, he abruptly grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him. "Do I look scary?"

A shocked gasp escaped Zhou Jiajia as she instantly shook her head.

Zhang Wei nodded knowingly, "Then why are you behaving like this? Have you never questioned when we would meet again? It seems fate desires our union..." His chuckle added an unsettling layer to the atmosphere.

Zhou Jiajia's face reddened slightly, "T-There is nothing like fate," she stammered, even though his words managed to strike deep within her, the resonance lingering as an unsettling presence that would haunt her every solitary moment.

Zhang Wei nodded, "There isn't indeed," he laughed, planting a quick kiss on her lips, causing her to freeze momentarily.

!!

The scene unfolded before Mu Han's eyes, her gaze twitching involuntarily. 'Not her,' she couldn't help but remark. However, whether it was Lei Xia or anyone else, the entire crew knew that the entire flight delay was solely due to him.

Offending someone of his stature was out of the question. Mu Han had an identity to maintain, and the revelation couldn't happen just yet.

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"W-why don't you leave me alone..." Zhou Jiajia's voice trembled, the vulnerability in her eyes palpable.

In just a few minutes, a mesmerizing transformation unfolded. Even Xiong Mei, who was well aware of his skills, couldn't help but be impressed and shocked.

'How does he manage to do that?' she mused, watching his ability to trap these delicate butterflies in an alluring trap of holy nectar, using his charm to make them stick.

"I... thought you abandoned me..." Zhou Jiajia whispered, her voice now tinged with a slight sob. Her eyes, red and glistening, betrayed a mixture of hurt and longing. Curled up like a ball over him, she seemed entrapped in a spell, while he sat with a hand gently placed on her back.

"I never abandoned you," Zhang Wei's voice was soft, a deceptive tenderness lingering. "I just wanted you to realize how much you needed me."

Xiong Mei couldn't help but frown, the dynamics unfolding before her eyes were unsettling, a delicate dance between manipulation and dependency.

Zhou Jiajia's monologue continued internally, 'Is this what love feels like? The sweet agony of being entangled, unable to break free. Maybe he's right, and I need him. But is this really the only way?'

Her internal dialogue waged a battle against her actions, a conflict she was keenly aware of. Yet, there was an elusive force she couldn't control, drawing her back into the tumultuous web.

As she distanced herself, the realization struck. It wasn't his assault that left her despondent, but the abrupt departure. Now, confusion and the enchantment of teenage emotions clouded her judgment, allowing the propaganda of cringe-worthy yet universally relatable sentiments to infiltrate her mind.

Xiong Mei set her purse aside, contemplating, 'I guess... The autograph is no longer needed.' She sighed, bitterness veiled beneath a façade of composure.

Why seek autographs when this new bird would essentially share the same cage as hers?

The Zhang Wei's effect was undeniable!

Just being near him seemed to catalyze a transformation, making these women shrewd in unexpected ways.