He'd already said it once—and got slapped for it.
But when he asked a second time, miraculously, the psychological barrier wasn’t so bad anymore.
"What is it?"
Leon Zane repeated his earlier question.
Sure enough, when Prince Yuri heard it, he burst out laughing. "Tell me, buddy, are you still a virgin?"
"I am!" Leon Zane replied. "Otherwise, why would I be asking you for advice?"
"Ha! I never thought there were still innocent boys like you in this world..." Prince Yuri said with a smile. "Alright, let me give you some pointers! Tell me, how old is the girl?"
"She’s sixteen or seventeen!"
"That shouldn’t be a problem, right?" Prince Yuri asked, looking skeptical.
"Anyway... I just can’t get in! If I try to force it, she cries out in pain."
"Oh, come on!" Prince Yuri rolled his eyes. "I've lived this long and never encountered a problem like this before."
"Don’t tell me even you can’t solve it?"
"Listen, women can give birth to children—how could she not be able to handle a little... hmm?" Prince Yuri hinted with his eyes.
"So what’s going on, then?"
"She’s just too nervous!" Prince Yuri said. "You have to find a way to help her relax."
"How do I do that?"
"First, you need to create a romantic atmosphere."
"Okay, and then?"
"You need plenty of foreplay. And foreplay is an art—you have to know her sensitive spots. Do you know what a woman’s sensitive spots usually are?"
...
The more Leon Zane listened, the more he imagined all the sensitive spots on a woman—his mouth went dry and his blood started to race.
By the time Prince Yuri finished, Leon was too embarrassed to straighten up.
He was pitching a tent down below.
As soon as Prince Yuri finished, Leon quickly covered his lower half and said, "I need to pee too. Wait for me a minute."
"Just over there, past the woods—there’s no one around."
"Alright!" Leon hurried off.
Then he started using the Tranquil Heart Technique.
He tried for ages, but the tent was still there.
"Ugh! Seriously..." Leon muttered, staring at the tent. "Why won’t it go down?"
"Want me to help?" Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.
Leon Zane jumped in surprise and turned around—sure enough, it was that same woman from before!
"I... ah!" Leon was about to speak when the woman kicked him right in the tent.
Leon let out a miserable cry and squatted on the ground, unable to get up.
"Perverted creep! If I see you again, I’ll kill you. Get lost!" The woman kicked his shoulder, flipping him over.
This time, the tent went down—and so did Leon.
"What did I ever do to you!" Leon yelled back, "You’re the real perverted stalker! Why do you keep following me everywhere?"
The woman didn’t reply. She just gave him a cold look and walked away.
Twice now, he’d sensed something strange—almost like dragon energy!
Yet both times he ran into this psycho—was he cursed or something?
"Don’t just walk away! You hit me and then leave—doesn’t the law mean anything to you? Hey, stop! If you’ve got guts, don’t walk away! Hey!" the pervert shouted after her.
...
Leon Zane couldn’t ride a horse anymore.
Prince Yuri finally managed to get him a carriage. By the time Leon returned to the General’s Manor, everyone was already having dinner.
General Evan Xiao, Grace, and Shannon were all sitting together, chatting as they ate.
"Grace, you’ve reached the Spirit Master level! According to tradition, you should throw a banquet and celebrate for three days," Shannon said.
"No, no, no!" Grace waved her hands. "I’m busy, I don’t have time for all that."
"What are you guys talking about?" Leon Zane called out.
All three turned to look at him.