The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

334: The Fusion of Two Arts (**)

Chapter 334: The Fusion of Two Arts (**)

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Neji read the name of the bed in his head, amused at the finding of such an artifact.

He decided not to tell Vinci about it as he squeezed her by the waist.

"You remember why we came here, right?"

"I nearly forgot."

Vinci replied to his question in a flirty tone. She had begun to lose her initial stiffness around him in the past hours.

"I have seen a lot today, right? Yet, you are still the most artistic thing in this place."

She grabbed Neji by his arms and gently pushed him down on the bed. His back hit the soft bed, and she hopped to his side.

"Stay like this... I want to check you out first."

She said as she cleared her throat. A small blush appeared on her face, it was clear that she had never done this.

Due to how little Gil wore (that Neji didn't change), his body was mostly open to see from the get-go. So Vinci didn't have to undress him.

"Um,"

Da Vinci hesitated.

"Can you let loose whatever sealing you use to lower your charm? Like with Ishtar."

"Sure. I'll unseal it slowly. Just tell me if it becomes unbearable. An artistic mind may be more affected than normal."

Da Vinci nodded, as Neji started to increase his CHA points slowly. The process was a simple matter of bringing the Status Page in front of his eyes, and then focusing on the [^] icon beside CHA.

Vinci leaned over to stare at his abs. Her eyes trembled like fine wine as they watched the process of Neji's abs growing refined. It looked more accurate and more symmetrical.

More perfect.

That didn't make sense.

The subtle changes were a mind-numbing experience for Vinci. How could this be? It looked so perfect as it was, yet it grew more perfect every second. What was this? How could something like this bypass her eye?

At one point, a trail of blood dripped down her nose.

"Ah!"

Vinci tried to catch the blood with her hand. She didn't want her filthy blood to fall on the fine art beneath her face. However, her hands were too slow. A drop of blood fell to fill Neji's navel.

A feeling of self-shame washed over Vinci. However, that feeling was overwhelmed by the sense of shock and bewitchment. Her mind overclocked and the scene from a moment ago rewinded in her head.

The scene of a drop of blood falling to his navel, how it bounced, and how it wavered. How his muscles flinched at the sudden feel of the liquid.

"...Gorgeous."

'Weird bitch.'

Da Vinci exclaimed in pure fascination, as Neji chuckled in his head.

"I stopped unsealing it, by the way. You are having a nosebleed."

"Ah. Yes. S-sorry."

The usually calm and genius Vinci wasn't here. At this moment, she was just a little artist. Grateful and fascinated by the sight in front of her.

"Um,"

She hesitated and looked up to meet his eyes. However, looking into his eyes was not a good idea.