1 Chapter 001 [Passionate Naked Chat]_1

In a dimly lit room, Chen Fan sat shirtless in front of his computer.

His muscular upper half was crisscrossed with a dense array of scars, a stark testament to past battles. It looked like a patchwork quilt meticulously sewn back together.

The soft glow from the computer screen illuminated his facial features. His muscles were taut and twisted, and there was a spine-chilling murderous intent emanating from his crimson eyes.

"My dear, you look so tense, loosen up a bit. Imagine, it's just you and me, naked in a bathtub. You're exploring my body." A blonde in a black nightgown sat before the computer screen. Her pale, slender fingers gently caressed her firm chest. In a criminally seductive voice, she whispered, "Honey, be rough, I like it when you're savage. Mmm... exactly like that! Oh, honey, you're driving me mad! I can't take it. I want you to violate me with that superior glance like you did in the car, and then take me like a wild beast..."

On the video feed, her seductive figure barely concealed by the translucent nightie was impossible to ignore. Her impeccable curvy silhouette, the inviting cleavage, and the symmetrically sexy collarbones were in full exposure against her pale skin, an irresistible temptation.

Gazing at the seductive figure on the screen and the woman's sultry speech, the red in Chen Fan's eyes slowly dissipated, only to regroup almost instantly. He raspily said, "They all have to die!"

Seeing this, worry flickered in the woman's eyes on the screen.

She knew Chen Fan's expression was symptomatic of his PTSD acting up—pretty badly this time.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is a mental health problem that occurs after someone leaves a warzone and their psyche starts disarraying.

Those suffering from PTSD often take refuge in drugs, alcohol, or women upon leaving the battlefield, with some even engaging in self-harm or suicide.

When she first treated Chen Fan, Daphne thought him a fledgling soldier who'd seen his first real combat and couldn't quite shake its effects due to his youth.

However... as the therapy progressed, Daphne started to see the deeply hidden turmoil within Chen Fan.

It was a world filled with intense sorrow, guilt, and melancholy.

After getting close to Chen Fan's inner world, Daphne realized how terribly she'd misunderstood him. Chen Fan's mental fortitude was the strongest she'd seen in her entire career!

She couldn't even fathom how much resolve a person needed to survive with such memories.

As one of the UK's most authoritative psychologists, Daphne had dealt with numerous PTSD patients, none as severe as Chen Fan!

Yet, aside from his periodic episodes, Chen Fan managed to skillfully hide his inner turmoil, presenting a façade of navigating life nonchalantly.

This, as Daphne remembered, was Chen Fan's fifth episode.

At first, he resisted fiercely. Seeing him in excruciating pain, Daphne impulsively appeased him with her body to pull him back from the endless abyss.

Afterward, when she saw his condition stabilize, she didn't regret her actions. Unknowingly, she'd found herself ensnared in his world, unable to escape.

Her first time with Chen Fan was three parts impulse, seven parts emotion.

For Chen Fan's subsequent three episodes, Daphne had used the same method to help him vent.

Each time he'd reach an emotional catharsis, return to normal, and Daphne would gain utmost satisfaction, his explosive body and animalistic actions were downright addictive...

Similarly, Daphne believed Chen Fan was equally smitten with her body. After all, she was what let him pull through every time.

So, when she got his call announcing another episode, she immediately initiated a video call—a bid to alleviate his pain through an erotic escapade.

But...she hadn't expected the intensity of Chen Fan's episode this time. Given his current state, she feared a video call wouldn't suffice to stabilize his emotions.

"Sweetheart, they're all dead. You've killed them." Daphne slowly shrugged off her black nightie, revealing her smooth white body. Flicking a glance at her chest, she licked her lips and pointed at her bountiful bosom, coaxing, "Honey, can you stop thinking about that now? What you need to do now is savor them..."

"They're dead? Right, I killed them! I tore that bastard's bones out!" Daphne's words didn't seem to stir any lust in Chen Fan. However, his face lit up remembering something. A chilling bloodthirst revealed itself in his eyes but then his voice trembled again, "But I killed her, she was innocent..."

"Honey, it's not your fault, not your fault at all. You shouldn't blame yourself." Daphne's brows knotted tightly. She understood her seductive acts wouldn't help Chen Fan much this time, and it worried her greatly.

She craved to use her body to comfort him, to let him vent all his emotions on her. However, being miles apart, she felt utterly helpless.

If Chen Fan couldn't stabilize his emotions soon, she dared not imagine the consequences of a full-blown episode.

Just as Daphne fretted, there were light footsteps outside the study. The noise drew nearer before quickly fading away.

The door creaked open, and a tall girl tiptoed in like a thief, stealthily slipping inside.

She had flowing black hair, casually tossed over her shoulder. Her dark eyes shone like stars beneath straight bangs. She possessed a refined face, silky skin delicate as lamb fat, and bright red lips that revealed a lustrous set of teeth. Her beauty was exquisite.

Wearing only a white nightgown, her seductive figure was barely hidden. The loose fabric accentuated her curvy form, her chest a prominent feast to the eye. You could even faintly discern two points poking against the fabric.

As the room was dimly lit, she squinted and noticed Chen Fan, shirtless, motionless, staring at the computer screen. Even from afar she could barely make out Daphne's figure on screen.

She gasped at the sight and quickly slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. She hesitated, then tiptoed closer to Chen Fan to get a better look.

Meanwhile, on the screen, Daphne arched her back towards the camera, presenting her rounded butt. As she gently swayed, her secret garden came in and out of view. Simultaneously, she reached back to spank her pert derriere. Licking her lips, casting seductive glances, she murmurously entreated, "Sweetie, don't think about those things anymore. Come on, hold my waist..."

This time her act stirred Chen Fan. He swallowed, his breathing becoming slightly ragged.

"So this is how you roll, Chen Fan! Up early to have a steamy cam session with a virtual whore!" The girl who'd slipped into the study, her face reddening at the sight of Daphne's lascivious movements on the screen, stomped her foot in shyness and scolded.