Chapter 183: Classic Shonen Anime Fan Service—This Is What You Pay for Membership For! 【Monthly Ticket Bonus Update】

In the wide-eyed shock of the Dimensional Audience,

Yufemia’s form-fitting Saintess robes suddenly bulged outward under an invisible force.

The silver-white fabric tore apart, scattering into a flurry of shimmering “silver butterflies” that swirled around her—now reduced to little more than a sheer chest wrap.

Shiiiiiiit.

The audience collectively gasped at the sight of Yufemia’s sculpted, statuesque figure, her porcelain skin glowing like alabaster.

Holy crap—so this wicked woman’s body is actually this hot?!

Damn, I’m into this. More, more, more!

But the Starlight Production team clearly knew the boundaries of “appropriateness.”

Before the audience could savor the sudden, unexpected gift, Yufemia’s flawless upper body was swiftly wrapped in a cascade of silver threads.

These delicate, shimmering strands intertwined and coiled, rapidly forming a sleek, form-fitting armor—sensual yet regal, provocative yet elegant.

Though the armor was modest in coverage, its seductive power was far greater than the earlier half-naked reveal.

The tight-fitting material clung to her every curve, perfectly accentuating the breathtaking arches of her chest.

The Dimensional Audience erupted in awe—some even muttered that Starlight must have a secret sideline in ero anime production.

Because only years in the underground “erotic anime” industry could produce such a masterful blend of sensual elegance and visual temptation.

But just when the audience thought this was the peak of Starlight’s creative ambition—

the team once again stunned them with their absurd technical prowess and insane production budget.

With a sharp crack of cracking bone, six silver spider-legs erupted from behind Yufemia.

Smooth, polished, and etched with intricate patterns, their tips gleamed like surgical blades, cold and deadly.

As her upper body finished transforming, movement rippled through her lower half.

Her long, white-stockinged legs were slowly wrapped in silver filaments—starting at the arches, then spiraling up the calves, finally coiling around her full, rounded hips.

The layered wrapping, the subtle bulges of flesh squeezed into tight rings—each motion intensified the visual impact, pushing the scene into another dimension of spectacle.

Whoever thought of wrapping the body in silk—genius!

Before the audience could fully absorb the scene, a segmented armor plate suddenly bloomed at Yufemia’s waist—covering the most “risky” zone—hovering perfectly on the edge of the censorship line.

The effect was instant: a sudden, jarring sense of almost, of almost getting what they wanted—only to be yanked back mid-flight.

Classic “censored at the last second.”

The dreaded “cun zhi” moment.

“Mmm… So long… been… waiting for this feeling,”

Yufemia’s voice, now deep and languid, vibrated through the air—so smooth it made the audience’s bones melt.

When she lifted her head again, faint silver markings had appeared at the corners of her eyes.

They slithered down her neck, curling like serpents along her delicate collarbone.

Each line added an eerie, intoxicating allure—inviting the gaze to follow their path… to explore the unknown.

And with that, the ultimate, budget-defying, technically flawless transformation sequence… was complete.

“Holy crap—THIS is what we pay for membership for!”

“Brothers, screenshot NOW! This moment won’t last three seconds!”

“No, wait—already filled my entire hard drive!”

“Wait… this bad girl is actually kinda hot? How’d I end up hating her earlier?”

“Just like the old master said—good women shouldn’t be wasted, bad women shouldn’t be ignored!”

“Why the hell are you making this kind of art in a shonen series instead of dominating the ero anime scene?”

True, Yufemia had played the role of a textbook villain—cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless.

But the sheer bombshell of this fan service had cracked the resolve of many a weak-willed viewer.

No one could blame them.

Starlight had just weaponized their deepest desires—how could any seasoned anime veteran resist such a test?

Though Yufemia’s transformation had given Chen Kong and the silver-haired observer watching the Dimensional Screen a very satisfying eye feast,

Chen Kong himself remained utterly focused—because he wasn’t watching a fantasy.

This was real.

And Yufemia’s promise to eat him—piece by piece, flesh by flesh—was no idle threat.

He wasn’t going to die.

Not like this.

Not as someone’s snack.

Even if the gap in power was obvious, Chen Kong chose to strike first.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three bullets—entirely forged from Void Pattern Stellar Energy—shot from the Void Weaver with pinpoint precision.

Each aimed at a critical weak point: Yufemia’s forehead, the seam in her chest armor, and the joint of her lower spider-legs.

Even as he fired, Chen Kong subtly twisted his wrist—adding a slight spin to each bullet, creating a perfect, unpredictable trajectory to throw off her defense.

But against a veteran like Yufemia—someone who’d survived countless battles and mastered every form of combat—this was child’s play.

Zzzzzt! Zzzzt! Zzzzt!

Six silver spider-legs blurred through the air, intercepting each bullet mid-flight with flawless accuracy.

And as she deflected, her hands lashed out with silver threads—launching a counterattack.

Chen Kong was forced to dodge again—frantically weaving through the barrage, narrowly avoiding death on multiple occasions.

Yufemia smirked, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Is that all you’ve got? Honestly… I did overestimate you.”

Before he could react, Yufemia’s legs exploded off the ground.

She shot forward like an arrow, her body a blur.

As she closed the distance, she snapped her wrists—launching a storm of silver threads from her fingertips.

Chen Kong’s pupils contracted—instinctively flipping into a backflip, barely dodging the deadly web.

But even in mid-air, he retaliated.

He channeled Stellar Energy into the trigger, then threw the two guns like daggers.

They spun through the air, carving elegant arcs, each releasing a barrage of unpredictable, zigzagging bullets—

the signature move of Feather Gun Duel Art: Feather Shot.

Yet Yufemia was faster.

Mid-leap, she planted four spider-legs into the wall for stability—then unleashed a brutal, downward leg slash aimed straight at Chen Kong’s face.

“The Dreamer Replication!”

A golden star-mark appeared on Chen Kong’s forehead—

the Golden Demon Ox insignia flared to life.

Muscles bulged across his body as he raised his arms—blocking the strike with raw, defiant strength.

But Yufemia’s tactics went beyond brute force.

With a flick of her wrist, she’d already anchored her threads to the surrounding walls—using them like puppet strings.

Her body balanced mid-air, freed from the need to stay grounded.

And as Chen Kong blocked her first attack, her right leg spun upward—delivering a devastating crescent kick aimed at his face.

But Chen Kong wasn’t just copying Liu Ma’s Golden Demon Ox.

He’d also mastered Shadow War Horse.

A sharp backward step—saved his life.

And as he landed, he caught both returning guns mid-flight.

Yet Yufemia only laughed—her eyes filled with amused disdain.

“Think learning to throw and catch guns makes you a Duelist?”

“Wudou Tian Du’s Gun Duel Art? This is just flashy nonsense.”

With a sharp snap, her arms flashed—

two razor-sharp wrist blades hissed out from her forearms.

Now, with eight deadly spider-legs and two blades—Yufemia held ten weapons at once.

“Come on, then. Though it’s a bit of a waste… still, for a Stellar Prodigy, I’ll show you my pride—Ten Blade Style.”

(End of Chapter)

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