Chapter 073: Hao Yifei’s Perfect Body!

This place is truly wonderful—there’s even hot water for a bath!
But was it exclusively for Hao Yifei to enjoy, or was it a privilege granted to everyone? Xue Feng wasn’t sure.
Still, it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.
He slipped quietly inside and closed the door behind him.
A chance to glimpse a celebrity showering—how could he let that slip by?
According to the information he had, Hao Yifei was gifted with supernatural powers.
Soon enough, her singing echoed from the shower stall, tinged with a teasing, sultry quality that sent a shiver of desire through him.
Wasn’t this pure temptation?
Xue Feng suddenly understood what Zhao Bin and the others were thinking.
Spending every day with such a star—who wouldn’t be tempted?
Besides, these celebrities, don’t they always seem so lofty, so untouchable?
But are they really so pristine?
Aren’t they just playthings for the powerful, subjected to all manner of abuse?
Xue Feng remembered a news story he’d read about a famous actress from Korea—forced to entertain guests every single day of the year, not even spared on the anniversaries of her parents’ deaths.
Driven to the brink, she finally took her own life, and no one was ever held accountable for it.
Or those Western actresses, toyed with before their careers had even begun—a rite of passage, it seemed.
He was a man, after all. How could he let such a tempting sight go to waste?
So what if Hao Yifei was gifted? He was too!
At that thought, Xue Feng immediately activated his ability: Time Zero.
The air around him thickened; the world seemed to slow to a crawl.
He strode to the bathroom door and gently pushed it open.
Inside, Hao Yifei was washing her hair, her head covered in lather, eyes closed.
Every movement was slowed tenfold, utterly oblivious to Xue Feng's presence.
His gaze swept over the star before him.
No wonder she was chosen from thousands—her face and figure were the very definition of perfection.
Her most alluring features were full and round, her skin so delicate it looked like white jade, surely smooth and supple to the touch, water gliding off it in glimmering trails.
Her slender waist, the fullness of her hips—everything was laid bare before Xue Feng.
With every subtle movement of her body, the view below became more tantalizing, an intoxicating feast for his eyes.
Here stood the nation’s goddess, utterly naked, not a hint of defense or concealment.

She was completely unguarded, without the slightest attempt to hide herself.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host. Intelligence verified. You have acquired the ability: Copy.]
[Effect: You may now replicate any ability from those whose powers are weaker than yours.]
What an excellent ability!
Now, even the rarest powers possessed by others could become his own.
The voice in his mind thrilled him, a double delight for both body and spirit.
He longed to fully indulge in the vision before him.
But for now, he merely hid in the corner, making no sound, and then deactivated Time Zero.
His powers consumed great energy—he needed to conserve his strength for the battles to come.
Even after he released the ability, Hao Yifei failed to notice another presence in the bathroom.
The room was large, and Xue Feng was concealed behind the curtain.
“When will this kind of life ever end…”
Hao Yifei sighed suddenly, her voice heavy with sorrow, and began to dry herself off.
Though she could bathe, water was precious in the apocalypse; she had to be sparing. A quick wash every few days was all she could manage.
When she wrapped herself in a towel and went to open the door, she caught a shadow in the mirror—a silhouette she hadn’t noticed before.
She screamed in terror, utterly shocked.
She didn’t know when the person had appeared or how they’d entered her bathroom.
She’d been bathing the entire time!
“Zhao Bin, you bastard!”
She bellowed in fury.
With steam swirling in the dim light and her quick turn, she mistook Xue Feng in the room for Zhao Bin.
She knew that, in the entire base, only Zhao Bin would dare such a thing.
Originally, Xue Feng had intended to have a proper conversation with Hao Yifei.
But now that she’d mistaken him for Zhao Bin, a better plan presented itself.
He mimicked Zhao Bin’s tone, lowering his voice:
“Heh, nice body. I’ll go tell the guys.”
With a lecherous sneer, he turned and fled.
Hao Yifei wanted to chase after him but realized she was only wearing a towel.
But she’d had enough.
If he dared to spy on her in the shower today, he’d be in her bed tomorrow.

Boundaries are always crossed one step at a time.
Especially if Zhao Bin told others about peeping on her—her authority in the base would be utterly destroyed.
He must die!
Hao Yifei quickly dressed, murder in her eyes, and stormed downstairs.
Zhao Bin was in his room, an arm around each of two women.
The women forced smiles, but their eyes betrayed barely-contained terror.
Before them was a large platter of roast meat—meat from one of their companions, who’d been alive and speaking just yesterday.
There was no food shortage in the base; they hadn’t reached the point of cannibalism.
Zhao Bin had only one reason for this: he fancied fresh meat, so he simply grabbed a woman at random.
“Which of you is first?”
He grinned shamelessly, swirling a glass of red wine.
Before the apocalypse, Zhao Bin had been a low-level thug, collecting debts for others.
Don’t mistake men like him for true gangsters—he was only a lackey, drawing a monthly wage.
He chose that life because it let him profit without effort.
When the world ended, his boss’s throat had been torn out by a zombie.
But Zhao Bin had discovered he possessed a supernatural power—his body could transform into blades of steel, making him fearless before the undead.
He’d lived recklessly for a while, killing every man he met, discarding women after he’d had his fill.
But soon, he realized the difficulty of scrounging for supplies alone, and nowhere was truly safe.
Then he’d found a flyer and joined this survivor group, becoming a squad leader by virtue of his powers.
He enjoyed a life of luxury, with others providing him food and women—a king among men.
Now, his next target was Hao Yifei.
The celebrity would eventually become his toy—of that, he was certain.
For now, he’d vent his lust on these two.
His hand roamed over one woman, clutching her so hard she winced in pain but dared not make a sound.
Zhao Bin was pleased.
Bang!
At that moment, the door was kicked open.