novelraw Chapter 1: Saving a Lost Nun at a Comic Con?
Chapter 1: Saving a Lost Nun at a Comic Con?
July in Xingcheng.
As the comic convention began around nine o'clock in the morning, the summer sun shone through the glass dome of the convention center, casting dappled light and shadow on the bustling crowd.
The air was thick with the smells of sweat, cheap perfume, and fast food, and the deafening anime theme song blaring from the stereo almost drowned out all conversation.
"Wow, handsome guy, your photography skills are amazing! Can you add me on WeChat and share some pictures?"
"this……"
Ding Heng looked at the nun cosplayer in front of him, who was bare-chested and wearing black stockings, and sighed in disappointment.
A series of prompts then flashed through my mind...
[This nun has lost her virginity and her rating is too low. She does not meet the mission objectives. Please choose carefully!]
"Excuse me, I have an appointment with someone, please excuse me."
Ding Heng quickly left, then turned his attention to the other nun cosplayers.
Two weeks ago, something claiming to be the "Holy Light Cultivation System" suddenly bound itself to Ding Heng, declaring that it would assist him in becoming the "Guardian of Holy Light" and the "greatest paladin in history."
The first beginner quest follows – as part of the paladin's assessment, purify a young, pure, and beautiful fallen nun, helping her regain her faith in the Holy Light.
Ding Heng was dumbfounded. You have to understand that this is China. There are only more than 5000 officially registered nuns in the whole country, and most of them are middle-aged women in their fifties and sixties!
Where are you going to find a young, pure, beautiful, yet depraved nun for me?!
Also, with so many prefixes, is your system even legitimate?
Fortunately, there's always a way out. One day, while Ding Heng was browsing short videos as usual, a video of a two-dimensional nun changing clothes suddenly popped up, and the system prompted a detection.
[Loss of chastity, low score; this nun does not meet the mission objectives. Please choose carefully!]
This does not meet the mission objectives!?
So your system acknowledges that she is a nun?
Does wearing a two-dimensional nun's habit make you a nun?
That's easy...
Ding Heng typed "nun" into the search bar and scrolled through short videos, only to be met with the message "Does not meet mission objectives."
In particular, no one is exempt from the "loss of chastity" clause.
Left with no other option, Ding Heng decided to try his luck at the comic convention.
However, he just couldn't understand why these people doing borderline cosplay were so daring.
Especially the girl who tried to add him on WeChat earlier, her eyes were practically sparkling with love. It felt like Ding Heng could just snap his fingers and drag her to a hotel for a private photoshoot.
If this isn't considered depravity, then what is?
Ding Heng continued deeper into the comic convention, encountering several more nun cosplayers along the way, but all of them were rejected by the system.
Just as he was about to give up, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
A cute trainee priest named Phoebe is standing on tiptoe, trying to search for something in the crowd.
[System notification: The fallen have appeared.]
[New player quest officially released: The morning prayer bells shattered, the young nun's prayers began to be interspersed with whispers, and the holy emblems showed dark spots under her robes.]
Young, light-forged oath, holy flames hum within your scabbard, go! Go to find her! Cleanse her from darkness, make her kneel before the holy light in repentance, let her know that true holy light fears no shadow, and can illuminate even the abyss.
[Mission Rewards: 500 Divine Merit, +3 to Faith Attribute, unlocks the skill "True Sight".]
What the heck?!
Ding Heng was completely stunned. The cute little "Phoebe" in front of him looked harmless. How could she be associated with depravity in the slightest?
The system seemed to be able to read Ding Heng's thoughts and continued to provide hints.
The Dark Erosion always chooses the purest vessel; the deepest corruption often begins with the brightest soul. Young, sagacious oaths of light—do not be easily deceived by the enemy's appearance.
Ding Heng took a deep breath. Although he still couldn't figure out the relationship between "Phoebe" and "Fallen," the system had already given him a hint.
Then we must make her convert to religion!
……
Wenjing looked around at the various cosplayers, her legs trembling with nervousness.
This outfit I'm wearing... is just too embarrassing.
A golden wig—topped with a large white bowler hat.
The gorgeous white dress is two-piece, with a small section of her slender, fair waist showing in the middle.
She wore a short top that clung tightly to her chest, and a huge blue scarf hung in front of her, swaying gently with her movements.
The high-waisted white mini skirt she wore reached mid-thigh and was decorated with speckled gold threads.
The sleeves covered her slender arms, and the sheer white stockings extended from under her skirt, disappearing into the high heels of her boots, which were a bit too high for her.
Just yesterday, Wenjing was an ordinary girl who had just graduated from high school. She knew nothing about anime and manga, always wearing ordinary T-shirts and casual pants, and was enjoying the leisurely feeling after finishing the college entrance examination.
Until two hours ago, she was coaxed and tricked by her best friend into going to the comic convention.
"Xiaojing! Try this! We prepared it especially for you!"
Zhao Yanxi cosplayed as Chisaki, a black-haired high school girl from the new cosplay series "Naraka," with an excited expression.
"What...what is this?"
Wenjing's face flushed red as she looked at the clothes in Zhao Yanxi's hand.
"Also a character from the Mingchao series, Sister Phoebe, she's really popular lately!"
"But this skirt is so short, it probably only goes up to me..."
Wenjing looked timid and gestured with her hand to indicate the length of the skirt on her thigh.
"Not too short, not too short. Look at that lady, her thighs are almost completely exposed. Compared to that, this character's clothes aren't revealing at all... Don't worry, this is a comic convention, no one will think it's strange!"
Zhao Yanxi forcefully shoved the clothes into Wen Jing's arms, urging, "Go change quickly, Hua Yue and I are waiting for you outside!"
Wenjing tried to control her breathing, and her heartbeat gradually calmed down.
With Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue, my two best friends, it should be fine, right?
She carried the clothes into the cubicle and began to change into them one by one.
The zipper on her top was at the back, and it took her a bit of effort to zip it up.
The long sleeves are a bit tight, making my arms feel uncomfortable.
Next were those pantyhose...
She hesitated for a moment, then took off her underwear and prepared to put it on to see how it looked.
But just as she took off her underwear, the door to the cubicle was suddenly pulled open a crack, and a hand quickly snatched the clothes she had placed on the stool.
Ah! Wenjing jumped in fright and quickly grabbed the doorknob.
I'll keep your clothes safe for you.
Zhao Yanxi let out a mischievous laugh: "These pantyhose have a padded crotch; wearing too many will make you swelter. Change and come out quickly!"
Wenjing, her face flushed, shouted loudly, "Wait! Give it back to me!"
The footsteps faded into the distance, and she looked at the pantyhose in her hand, her face burning hot.
The silky material glides up the skin, over the thighs and buttocks, gradually pulling down to the waist, and finally culminating in high-heeled boots.
It feels so... weird.
Wenjing looked at herself in the small mirror in the cubicle.
The girl in the mirror had a rosy blush on her gentle and lovely oval face. Her round hat was perched crookedly on her head, and the white silk under her skirt reflected a faint luster under the light bulb.
She reached out to straighten her hat, then adjusted the handkerchief on her chest, and finally mustered the courage to push open the door.
There was no one outside the changing room. Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue, who had promised to wait for her, had disappeared without a trace.
The corridor was packed with people, all dressed in strange and unusual clothes.
A giant robot holding a plastic gun barrel walked by hand in hand, and a realistic zombie scared her half to death.
There were too many people attending the anime convention during the summer, and it was too noisy.
In the distance, a girl dressed as Chisaki was taking photos, but that wasn't Zhao Yanxi.
Turning around, I saw several boys surrounding a girl cosplaying as Alice, asking for her contact information. It wasn't Hua Yue.
She took her phone out of her bag and called the two of them, but the phone rang for a long time before no one answered.
The background noise in the venue was so loud that you couldn't hear the cell phone ringing at all.
Wenjing sighed, put her phone back in her bag, and began to walk slowly down the corridor, her high heels clicking on the smooth floor.
Every few steps, she would stop and look around, her white bowler hat tilting to the left and right as she turned her head.
Suddenly, the crowd jostled, and Wenjing was pushed from behind, staggering forward.
The next second, a steady and strong hand firmly grasped her arm, stabilizing her body.
Wenjing turned around and looked up to examine the tall boy in front of her.
He was estimated to be at least 180cm tall, wearing light gray cargo pants with a loose black T-shirt, a camera hanging on his chest, and a professional camera bag on his back.
The boy had very defined features, thick black eyebrows, and a buzz cut, which gave him a somewhat fierce and roguish look. However, his square, upright face softened the impression considerably, reminding Wenjing of her cousin who had just been discharged from the military.
"Be careful, there are a lot of people here, don't fall."
Wenjing steadied herself, and the arm that Ding Heng was holding began to feel slightly hot.
"Th-thank you."
"You're welcome."
Ding Heng released his grip and looked Wen Jing up and down.
From the round hat on her head, to the scarf on her chest, to the white stockings under her skirt, and finally to the high heels of her boots.
His gaze moved very slowly, as if he were carefully admiring a work of art.
"Cosplaying Phoebe?"
"Um……"
Wenjing nodded, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt.
"Quite cute," Ding Heng smiled. "Did you come with your boyfriend?"
"No, I came with two female classmates... I don't have a boyfriend."
For some inexplicable reason, Wenjing didn't know why she had to explain that she didn't have a boyfriend, and her voice unconsciously lowered.
Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Why did they leave you here all alone?"
"There's no way around it, there are just too many people at the anime convention, it's easy to get separated."
Wenjing defended her two best friends, and looked around again, but still couldn't see Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue.
Seeing her uneasy expression, Ding Heng leaned forward slightly, gradually closing the distance between them.
"What's your name?"
"I... my name is Wenjing, Wen as in culture, Jing as in stillness."
Wenjing, who had never been approached by anyone outside of school before, was slightly flustered and subconsciously answered in a voice barely audible.
After she finished speaking, she regretted it a little... Her sister had warned her not to tell strange men her name.
"Wenjing, Wenjing..."
Ding Heng repeated softly, as if savoring the moment, before introducing himself.
"Hello, my name is Ding Heng!"
"Hello Ding Heng... How old are you?"
"eighteen."
"Did you just finish the exam?"
"Um."
"What a coincidence, me too!"
As the two chatted, Ding Heng's gaze drifted downwards, passing over Wen Jing's upright chest and slender waist.
"I didn't look closely just now; I thought you were a middle school student."
Wenjing's face suddenly turned red.
She hates it when people say she looks like a middle school student. Although she is indeed not tall, only 158 cm, and looks young, she is already eighteen years old!
"I...I'm not young anymore!"
Wenjing retorted, her voice finally rising a bit.
Ding Heng glanced at the outline of Wen Jing's top again.
"It is indeed quite large."
"snort!"
Wenjing pouted.
Ding Heng continued, "Is this your first time at a comic convention?"
Wenjing sighed, "My friend dragged me here. She said I only knew how to study by rote and wanted to broaden my horizons..."
No wonder.
Ding Heng sighed, "Looking at you, you're like a primary school student who can't find his mother after school."
Wenjing lowered her head, her cheeks puffed out, but she remained silent in rebuttal.
Just a moment ago I was a middle school student, and now I'm a primary school student again...
Ding Heng kindly asked, "What is your friend cosplaying as? I'll help you find it."
Wenjing didn't know the characters' names, so she could only try her best to describe Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue's appearance.
Ding Heng listened and nodded. After Wen Jing finished speaking, he pointed to the side and said, "Why don't we go sit down first? There are too many people here, and it's hard to hear what they're saying."
Wenjing looked in the direction he pointed and saw several rows of blue plastic chairs in the distance, with vending machines next to them.
She hesitated for a moment.
It's definitely better to sit and wait there than to stand here and be jostled by people.
But... is it appropriate to go with a guy I just met?
Ding Heng noticed her hesitation and took out his phone from his pocket.
"How about this, add me on WeChat, then go sit over there. If your classmate finds you, send me a message to let me know. If you haven't found them after half an hour, I'll try to think of something else for you."
Ding Heng turned his phone screen towards her, which displayed a WeChat QR code and a profile picture of him when he was three years old. His nickname was "Ding Heng".
Using a childhood photo of oneself as a profile picture often greatly reduces aggression. When Wenjing saw the dirty little boy, she couldn't help but laugh out loud and subconsciously nodded.
"Okay... alright."
She frantically pulled her phone out of her bag, scanned the QR code, and sent a friend request.
"Good Luck Xiao Jing" has requested to add you as a friend.