Legend has it that every girl is a princess, so each one has a Prince Charming in her heart. Especially when she's in danger, if a prince on a white horse descends from the heavens to rescue her from misery, there's no doubt the princess will open her heart to him. If the prince is good-looking, handsome, tall, and muscular, then eight out of ten princesses would throw themselves into his arms. Who knows, in a moment of passion, she might even offer herself to him...
Sylvia Snow once had such a dream—her Prince Charming would appear at her most dangerous moment. Right now, her dream had more than half come true...
Why do I say that? Heh, because the prince did show up and rescued her from misery, saving her from the clutches of those beasts and keeping her innocence... But there was one problem—the prince didn’t arrive riding a white horse. Instead, he showed up wearing the tiniest pair of red underwear, with a little hole in the front. Sylvia Snow admitted this look was quite in line with modern society’s pursuit of individuality and breaking norms, but she really couldn’t accept it...
So, when Shawn Young finished off those three little thugs, stepped in front of her, and asked in a voice full of masculine charm, "Miss, are you okay!?" Sylvia Snow just couldn’t handle his visually shocking outfit. She quickly turned her face away, not even hearing what Shawn Young said to her.
"Uh... Miss, are you alright? Don’t worry, I’ve already dealt with those three guys. Are you hurt!?" Shawn Young had no idea what Sylvia Snow was thinking. He thought she was upset, so he jumped in front of her again and kept asking. He was curious—he really wanted to see the "*" expression a beauty would make after being saved by a hero. (Note: This line is from that animal Xu Xi. Xu Xi’s theory is that after a beauty is rescued by a hero, her face will show an expression like *, blushing! Yes, blushing! Of course, this is just a theory, so don’t try this at home, kids.)
Sylvia Snow felt really embarrassed, and also a bit rude. After all, this guy in front of her, despite his unique style and overly bold appearance, had undeniably saved her. Sylvia Snow was a good kid, and good kids are usually polite. When someone helps them, they say thank you...
So Sylvia Snow opened her eyes, planning to sincerely thank her savior, maybe even promise to deliver a banner to his door one day—just some polite words for the occasion. Then she’d hurry off, because this guy’s appearance had shattered all her beautiful fantasies about Prince Charming!
"Ah!! You... you... you pervert! Get out of my sight!!" The words of gratitude Sylvia Snow had prepared suddenly turned into this, deeply wounding Shawn Young’s heart.
You really couldn’t blame Sylvia Snow for suddenly saying that—Shawn Young’s sense of image was just too lacking. When Sylvia Snow opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Shawn Young’s blindingly red, tattered underwear! That splash of red was like a haunting, demonic color, burned deep into her mind. And that bulging "yurt"—it was radiating pure arrogance...
Especially those few naughty little curly hairs poking out of the hole in the front of the tattered red underwear—they really shocked Sylvia Snow. She even swore she’d straighten her own wavy hair as soon as she got home!
Shawn Young looked at Sylvia Snow, who was covering her eyes, and finally realized his 'mistake.' His face flushed bright red and he hurriedly stammered, "Oh... sorry, Miss, I-I didn't mean to do this, I-I'll leave right now..."
As Shawn Young spoke, he backed away in a panic, intending to leave this heartbreaking little grove. But as he retreated, he accidentally stepped on one of the thugs lying on the ground, clutching his crotch and groaning in pain, making the guy let out another miserable scream—"Ow! Hero! Please, don’t step on me again, have mercy! If you keep this up, I’ll spend the rest of my life as the Eggless Old Man..."
Shawn Young quickly turned to look, only to realize he’d stepped right on the thug’s crotch—no wonder the guy was screaming so miserably!
At that moment, a thought popped into Shawn Young’s head. If he went back looking like this, even though it was late at night, what if someone saw him entering Southern University? He’d never live it down! After all, he was usually a well-behaved student at school—so he had to get some clothes to wear back! Naturally, his eyes landed on the pleading thug.
Seeing Shawn Young staring at him without blinking, the thug’s heart started pounding. He felt a wave of unease wash over him—a strong sense of danger...
"Hero! Wh-what do you want?" the thug gulped and asked cautiously, because Shawn Young’s look was just too weird.
"Take off your clothes! Right now!" Shawn Young suddenly glared fiercely and barked at the thug.
"Ah! Hero... why do I have to take off my clothes? Are you going to take me to the police station?! Hero... please, I was just confused for a moment... I won’t dare do it again... I promise!!" The thug was terrified and pleaded frantically.
"Cut the crap, hurry up and strip! If you don’t, I’ll do it myself! But if I have to do it, you’re really not going to like it!" Shawn Young threatened, making a menacing grab-for-the-eggs gesture right in front of him.
"Ah!! Hero... please, no! I give up! I really do—I’ll take them off, right now..." The thug was scared out of his wits. He knew firsthand that Shawn Young’s egg-crushing skills were ruthless and precise! His own eggs were already aching, and there was no way he could outrun this crazy guy, so surrender was his only option.
The thug stripped off his clothes in a flash and tossed them onto the grass, then pitifully covered his chest and pleaded, "Hero! Can I go now?"
Shawn Young shook his head at him and said coldly, "Take off your pants too!"
"Ah!! Hero... why do I have to take off my pants? Sure, I’m a thug, but do you really have to humiliate me like this?!" The thug broke out in a cold sweat, feeling like bad luck was haunting him tonight.
"Quit whining... Are you taking them off or not?! If you don’t, I’ll..." Shawn Young made a monkey-grabbing-peach gesture at him.
"Whoa... Fine! You win! I’ll take them off! I’ll do it right now..." Tears of humiliation welled up in the thug’s eyes, but he didn’t dare resist—Shawn Young’s evil claw could grab and twist his eggs at any moment! Between saving his eggs and keeping his pants, he chose his eggs. It was just a pair of pants, after all...
Once the thug took off his pants, he clamped his legs together and looked at Shawn Young with the tragic expression of a bullied bride, pleading, "Hero... I’ve done everything you asked. Can you let me go now—just let me go, like letting out a fart..."
"One last step... Now take off your underwear too!"
To the thug, Shawn Young’s voice sounded like the roar of a demonic pervert straight from hell.
The thug felt his backside clench in terror—he was sure he’d met a "backdoor egg-grabbing master!" He burst into tears, shaking his head and crying out to Shawn Young, "No! You pervert!!"