My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 767 - 677: Charm Girl and Xiaoliu

After all this, even if there were still some who were dissatisfied, under the oppressive influence of the Dark Gold Rose, no one dared to stir up trouble. The players proceeded to the psychological assessment room according to the numbers on their name tags.

Xu Xiaoyou ignored the complaints of the people present, about to leave when her peripheral vision caught something in the crowd, causing her to pause slightly.

...

"Name."

"Frey?"

"Race."

"Charm Girl."

The assessor’s eyes became strange. She glanced at her own arms covered in fine hairs, and then looked at the shy young girl sitting in the chair.

"Have you ever had any emotional experiences?"

"Why ask this?" Frey lowered her head.

"It’s part of the assessment, please cooperate."

"No."

Frey was almost in tears,

The low birth rate in Rain City is a widely acknowledged fact. Most people don’t need to work; they can live a good life with subsidies, and sometimes add a little spice to daily life. Plus, if you have someone around, subsidies decrease, and getting married and having children is a significant burden.

This environment is suitable for the slow-paced Wulu People, but for the desire-rich Charm Girl, it’s a living hell.

Rain City is a civilized city, and naturally doesn’t have the kind of customs shops seen everywhere in other Nest Cities. Here, the immigration policies are strict; people inside can’t leave, and outsiders can’t come in, leaving no room for the growth of the customs industry since nobody needs to worry about livelihood.

Moreover, most Rain City residents bring that old aristocratic conservatism when educating their children.

God knows how she got through those student years. She’ll never forget the strange looks directed at her when she suggested skipping the emotional build-up and diving straight into interactions.

Thinking about the countless explicit movies she’s watched behind the curtain, Frey couldn’t help but twitch her lips.

Who could imagine,

In what is generally recognized as the end of the Silver Era, there would be a Charm Girl who has yet to have a true sexual experience.

Frey rubbed her forehead.

Over time, once she started working, she managed to suppress the Charm Girl’s nature with astonishing willpower. Except for occasional moments of restlessness, she was now as relaxed as those slow-paced Wulu.

Already a sage now.

Frey thought with a dark heart.

"What about sexual experiences?" the assessor asked.

"Also no." Frey turned her head away.

"What’s your view on relationships between the sexes?" The assessor tapped the table.

"Do you think it should be a natural progression, or more open and straightforward?"

"There should be some buildup, at least..."

The assessor shook her head sadly, writing a line on Frey’s evaluation notes.

——Severe sexual repression.

Frey tried to argue logically, but the harsh reality made her words weak.

This Charm Girl assessor sister clearly had more authority in this area than she did.

Next, the assessor asked Frey several questions about her physical abilities, skills, and professional knowledge. After answering, Frey signed a form and was soon asked to leave the room.

Frey slowly pushed open the door, and a youth who seemed somewhat melancholy walked past her.

She paused and looked at the youth’s back, with the assessor’s last words still echoing in her ears.

"What do you hope to gain from this simulation battlefield?"

"I want to..."

Frey’s throat moved slightly, she shook her head and sat on a chair in the nearby rest area.

Around her, people passed by, assessed individuals walked back and forth in front of her, the corridor’s response lights flickering, casting white light.

Frey slowly stretched out her hand, opened her fingers, looked at her smooth arm, then looked at her thin legs, touched her round ears, finally her gaze settled on the reflection on the tiles.

Even her lips were dry.

She felt she really didn’t resemble a Charm Girl.

Full figure, sexy lips, lots of hair, voice that seems to enchant people, a hundred-person killer; this is most people’s first impression of Charm Girls, right?

But her? Not only is her figure unremarkable, her ears aren’t pointed either, and she naturally holds no attraction for the opposite sex. If anything, her chubby cheeks might look somewhat cute?

Cute is a detractor for Charm Girls.

It’s nothing in front of seduction.

Who would like a Charm Girl that looks like a child.

Logic Studio’s combat uniforms and finely crafted firearms, she really liked, but something was missing.

She wanted to gain her first sexual experience in this simulation battlefield.

Frey leaned against the side armrest, her mind gradually starting to wander.

How real is the real battlefield?

Will there be many from the Insect Race?

As a Charm Girl, the first thing the young girl thought of wasn’t blood and combat, but pitch-black, smelly barracks, like wolves and tigers amongst comrades...

If she were captured by the Insect Race into their nest, what would happen?

Would someone come to rescue her?

Would she become foul and tarnished?

Frey’s face showed a mysterious blush, and she couldn’t help but rub her legs.

Ahaha, dame dame!

She quickly shook her head, covering her face, turning even redder, shaking her head repeatedly.

No, what strange things was she thinking about!?

She’d been a sage for so long, how could she suddenly start thinking about this.

Frey snapped back from her wandering thoughts, realizing that the youth she’d brushed past earlier had sat beside her at some point, watching her with concern.

"Are you... alright?" the youth asked.

"Do I have something on my face?" Frey stammered and pointed at herself.

"You look very red, are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Do you need?"

The youth offered her a packet of wet wipes.

Frey coughed dryly, taking the wipes, her gaze lingering on the youth’s hand. Through the sleeve, Frey could see the fine marks on the youth’s wrist, some looking like needle marks, others like scars.

"Looking at the number, we seem to be assigned to the same barracks, we’ll be comrades from now on."

A few strong figures walked out of the room, one of them raised an eyebrow, showing their arm muscles to their companion.

"I really envy them," the youth’s eyes showed longing, "they must be able to handle guns on the front battlefield and fight those Insect Race, if only I could contribute more."

"I didn’t pass the physical exams, so I can only work on logistics, what about you?"

"Drone matrix engineer," Frey replied.

"That’s amazing." The youth’s mouth opened wide, his eyes full of admiration. "That must be very skillful."

The intense gaze made Frey’s lips twitch.

How should she know what a matrix engineer does, she mentioned having network security engineer experience and was categorized as a technical personnel, whatever she’d have to learn on the fly...

Got used to it, that’s how it’s always been.

"Oh right." The youth remembered something, extending his hand. "I haven’t introduced myself yet."

"I’m Xiaoliu."

Looking at the thin hand, Frey paused for a moment before extending her own hand, shaking it solemnly.

"Frey Aurelia."

"Xiaoliu, is that your real name?"

"Just treat it as my game name."

"Look forward to working together."

"Yes, look forward to working together."