World Traveler Villain

{Chapter: 112 Look, look}

Jill looked at William's expression and immediately understood that he wanted to use the power of the bead. "Don't tell me you actually plan to eat this thing?"

"Eat it?" William's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Now that you mention it, that's not such a bad idea. Of course, Jill, good things are meant to be shared. How about this—you take a bite, I take a bite?"

"Disgusting!" Jill's expression twisted in revulsion. "There's no way I'm eating that! Who knows what kind of monster it would turn me into?"

"Well, let's put it away for now." A faint blue glow flickered across William's hand, and the corpse bead vanished.

Jill's eyes widened in surprise. "Where did it go?"

"It's stored away," William said, raising an eyebrow playfully. "If you're curious, I can explain it to you."

"Forget it," Jill muttered, turning her head aside. She wanted to know, but she wasn't about to indulge his teasing. "You've already turned into some kind of weird robot. Honestly, what could possibly be more absurd than that?"

"Well then, since you're clearly so comfortable with me…" William reached out his arms toward her.

It was then that Jill realized she was still suspended in midair. "Wait! Can't you just let me float like you? There's no need to carry me!"

"That's not an option," William replied with a slight shake of his head.

Jill glared at him. "Can you at least explain why I can't?"

"I could make you float," William said, his tone matter-of-fact. "But flying? That's different. The only way I can take you is if I carry you. No exceptions."

Jill let out an exasperated sigh, resigned to her situation. "Fine, just don't make this weirder than it already is."

"Of course," William said with a grin as he carefully lifted her into his arms.

"You're such a dog," Jill muttered, though her tone carried a faint trace of amusement.

William's smirk widened. "A dog? Maybe. But have you ever seen a dog as handsome and strong as me?"

"You're not just a dog. You're a lecherous dog," Jill retorted, rolling her eyes.

William chuckled. "Since you've already labeled me, I'd hate to disappoint."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jill's expression hardened as suspicion flickered in her eyes.

"What do you think?" William leaned closer to her face, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Something fun, obviously."

Jill's hand shot up to block him, her palm pressing against his face. "Don't even think about it, William! I'll kill you, I swear. Don't come any closer!"

But William ignored her protests, his grin only growing wider. "You smell amazing," he murmured, leaning down to sniff dramatically at her neck.

"Damn it, William!" Jill shouted, her face flushing with both anger and embarrassment. "I'll kill you!"

"Relax, relax!" William finally pulled back, his teasing smirk still firmly in place.

"Relax? Are you serious?" Jill snapped.

William's hand suddenly pinched her thigh, earning a startled yelp from her. "You pervert! Stop touching me!"

"I can't help it," William replied with a mock sigh. "Your thighs are just so smooth. It's irresistible."

"Put me down! Right now!" Jill's voice rose with frustration.

"Alright, alright," William said, still grinning as he began their descent. "But just so you know, I've decided not to wash this hand for a month. That feeling…"

Jill's face burned with humiliation as she realized what he was talking about. "You're disgusting," she muttered under her breath, silently vowing revenge.

It only took William a few minutes to bring them back to the ground, but he deliberately stretched the flight to nearly half an hour, driving Jill to the brink of madness.

The moment her feet touched solid ground, Jill shoved him away and took several steps back, putting as much distance between them as possible. "Stay away from me!" she yelled. "From now on, keep at least three meters between us!"

"Three meters?" William repeated, tilting his head. "That's oddly specific."

"Don't come any closer!" Jill warned, pulling her gun and aiming it directly at his head.

William raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing. "Relax. Put the gun down. You'll ruin it if you handle it like that."

Jill lowered her weapon begrudgingly, glaring at him as she sat down on the ground. "Explain something to me," she demanded. "Why don't ordinary human-mutated zombies have corpse beads like the one we found?"

"Ordinary zombies are too weak," William explained, his tone turning serious. "They don't generate enough energy to form something like a corpse bead. But super mutants are different. Their beads are formed when the T-virus combines with other substances—like the water corpse beads found in mutated great white sharks."

He paused mid-sentence, his gaze drifting elsewhere.

Jill followed his line of sight and immediately realized her mistake. Sitting in her short skirt, she hadn't noticed that her black thong was visible.

"Stop staring!" Jill yelled, quickly pulling her skirt down to cover herself.

"Well, since you've noticed…" William's figure blurred as he suddenly appeared beside her, reaching toward her legs.

Jill reacted instinctively, clamping her thighs around his head. "You damn pervert!" she shouted, gripping her gun and striking him on the head.

Bam! Bam!

Despite her efforts, the blows left no mark on his skin. William didn't even flinch, his smirk as infuriating as ever.

"Damn it!" Jill's temper boiled over as she pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang!

The shots rang out, hit William at point blank.

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