I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 390 Since You Won’t Give Me Face, I’ll Take Your Personal Space
Chapter 390: Chapter 390 Since You Won’t Give Me Face, I’ll Take Your Personal Space
Lu Ben’s pupils shrank instantly. His entire body tensed as a surge of danger exploded in his mind.
When?!
He spun around in one swift motion, his battle intent rising instinctively as his senses sharpened to their limit.
Standing behind him… Was a man. A very large man.
Fat to the point of absurdity, his body nearly spilling out of his clothes.
Yet despite his size, there had been no sound. No presence.
Nothing that had alerted Lu Ben until it was too late.
“Who are you?” Lu Ben demanded, his voice low and guarded.
Every instinct in his body screamed danger. He hadn’t sensed him. Not even a trace.
The fat man’s eyes curved into a smile, his expression oddly cheerful… yet deeply unsettling.
“Now, now… no need to be so tense,” he said leisurely, clasping his hands behind his back as he took a slow step forward.
“Who I am isn’t important.” His gaze swept over Lu Ben, as if examining him from head to toe.
Like a butcher inspecting fresh meat.
“You’ll have plenty of time to learn about me…” he added, his smile widening.
“For a very… long time.”
A faint chill ran down Lu Ben’s spine. The way the man spoke… It didn’t sound like a threat.
It sounded like a promise.
“Zhang San,” the fat man finally said, patting his own chest lightly. “You can call me that.”
His eyes gleamed with a strange excitement as they lingered on Lu Ben.
“After all…”
“It’s not every day I get such a lively specimen delivered right to my doorstep.”
Zhang San’s eyes lit up with unconcealed delight, his lips curling into a grotesque grin.
The moment he saw Lu Ben, all his suspicions were confirmed.
No ordinary person would sneak into a place like this at such an hour.
To him, Lu Ben was nothing more than a rat that had wandered straight into a cat’s den.
And what did a cat do when it caught a rat? It played with it.
Meanwhile, Lu Ben’s entire body tensed.
Every strand of hair stood on end as a deep, primal warning surged through him.
His countless battles, his brushes with death, his narrow escapes and everything within him screamed the same thing…
Run!
He didn’t hesitate.
“Whoosh!”
With a flick of his wrist, a sword shot forward like a streak of lightning, aimed directly at Zhang San’s chest.
The blade hummed with spiritual energy, sharp enough to split stone.
But Lu Ben didn’t even bother to see if it hit.
The instant he released the attack, he pivoted on his heel and burst toward the exit with explosive speed.
His figure blurred as he pushed his movement technique to its limits, every ounce of strength poured into escape.
He didn’t care about dignity. He didn’t care about fighting.
Survival… that was all that mattered. The door was right there. So close.
Just one more step and then…
Thud.
Lu Ben’s body froze.
Instead of bursting through the doorway, he found himself pressed against something enormous… and disturbingly soft.
The impact didn’t feel like hitting a wall. It felt like sinking into a mound of flesh, elastic yet suffocating.
His pupils shrank.
“How…?”
His mind went blank for a split second.
He was certain… absolutely certain… that Zhang San had been behind him.
So how could he be here?
Before Lu Ben could even process it, thick, heavy arms wrapped around him from all sides, locking him in place.
The grip was suffocating, like iron chains hidden beneath layers of fat.
Zhang San had already moved.
And he had moved faster than Lu Ben could even perceive.
“I didn’t know you were the romantic type,” Zhang San said with a chuckle, his voice laced with mockery and something far more sinister.
“Running straight into my embrace like this… how bold.”
His arms tightened.
“Come now, little boy,” he added, his tone dropping into a low, almost playful murmur. “We have much to do tonight.”
“No!”
Lu Ben tried to shout, but the sound came out muffled.
His face was buried deep within Zhang San’s thick layers of flesh, pressed so tightly that even breathing became a struggle.
A nauseating warmth surrounded him, and every movement he made only caused the grip to tighten further.
He tried to circulate his spiritual energy but his expression changed instantly.
It wasn’t responding properly. No… it wasn’t just that. It was disappearing.
Lu Ben’s heart skipped a beat as he felt the spiritual essence within his body being siphoned away at a terrifying speed.
It was hidden at first, like a faint leak… but within moments, it turned into a raging current, draining him from the inside out.
“What is this?!”
Panic surged through him.
He struggled harder, muscles tensing, veins bulging, but it was useless.
Zhang San’s embrace was like a bottomless swamp… the more he fought, the deeper he sank.
His limbs felt heavier with each passing second, his strength rapidly fading.
His techniques… sealed. His energy… devoured.
Even his senses began to dull under the crushing pressure.
Zhang San let out a low, satisfied hum, his eyes half-lidded as if savoring a fine meal.
“Struggle all you want,” he said softly. “It only makes things more… enjoyable.”
Lu Ben’s vision blurred slightly as weakness crept into his body.
His thoughts raced, searching desperately for a solution, but every option seemed to close off before it could even form.
This wasn’t a normal opponent. This wasn’t someone he could outfight or outmaneuver.
This was something far worse. A great cultivator hiding in pure fat. And he had already been caught.
A cold, suffocating dread gripped Lu Ben’s heart as he realized the truth. If this continued…
He wouldn’t just lose. He would be completely drained body and soul until nothing remained.
Before long, unsettling lewd flesh slapping sounds echoed throughout the morgue… muffled, distorted, and drawn out in a way that made the air itself feel heavy.
They continued without pause, stretching on for what felt like an eternity.
Lu Ben’s world descended into pure and inescapable torment.
