Poor Boy To Tycoon/C21 He Had Been Hit by the Special Martial Arts Skill
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C21 He Had Been Hit by the Special Martial Arts Skill

"Dear host, I was merely offering some words of good fortune. I'm hoping you'll hit the jackpot," Meimei said with a charming smile. "Keep it up! Luck is on its way! If you opt out now, you'll truly end up with nothing!"

Fong Chao was down to his last hundred Karma Points.

He was so frustrated he felt like he could scream.

Damn it! Am I really going to burn through all these Karma Points and still not win a single prize?

This lottery system is a total rip-off!

Each attempt came with a steep price.

What to do?

Keep going?

Or call it quits?

Fong Chao was concerned that continuing might mean squandering his remaining points for nothing.

But he couldn't bring himself to stop; he desperately needed those skill points to become stronger.

Torn, Fong Chao's gambling spirit took over.

With a clenched jaw, he thought, Screw it! I refuse to believe I can't win big!

All in, one more draw!

"Let's keep going!" Fong Chao told Meimei.

"Right away! Host, you're so decisive!" Meimei beamed, "We've deducted 20 Karma Points for the draw fee. Please proceed with your draw!"

Without further ado, Fong Chao reached into the lottery box and randomly pulled out a paper ball.

"Host, I have a premonition that you're going to win this time," Meimei chimed in.

"And if I don't win? Can I smack your butt?" Fong Chao asked, annoyance in his voice.

"Host, have you developed a keen interest in my behind?" Meimei gave Fong Chao a coquettish glance, oozing with allure.

She provocatively arched her back, accentuating her S-shaped figure to become even more captivating.

Fong Chao glanced at Meimei's posterior and mused, This virtual woman is way too intelligent, nothing like a rigid NPC.

"And what if I am?" Fong Chao retorted.

"If that's the case, you might just get your wish," Meimei flirted, throwing Fong Chao a suggestive look.

"Ah? What do you mean by that?" Fong Chao had an uneasy feeling.

"Check the contents of the prize ball first," Meimei suggested.

Fong Chao unwrapped the ball and read the message inside: "Congratulations! Host, your dream is about to become reality. Meimei's pert bottom is all set for the feel of your hand."

"Ah?!"

Fong Chao was somewhat bewildered.

"What does this mean?" he asked Meimei.

"Host, it means you've won the prize," Meimei replied with a playful wink.

"What? My prize is to spank you?" Fong Chao was flabbergasted. It dawned on him that the NPC was actually penalizing him.

"Exactly! Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?" Meimei giggled, her hand covering her mouth.

"No, no! Spanking you isn't my dream; that was just a joke. I can take back what I said earlier, can't I?" Fong Chao said, forcing a smile.

"No! Host, I'm afraid it's too late to change it. You must now accept your dream and spank me," Meimei declared.

Fong Chao was thoroughly disheartened.

"Fine! Then I suppose I have no choice but to see what your butt feels like," Fong Chao conceded.

"Please, host," Meimei invited, as she braced herself against a table by the door and presented her behind.

Her pert little behind was dizzyingly enticing.

"I'm really going to do it," Fong Chao said, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

"Go ahead, host," Meimei urged, glancing back at Fong Chao with a seductive smile that was utterly captivating.

Fong Chao clenched his teeth and gently slapped Meimei's behind.

"Smack!"

The sound was crisp and distinct.

"Ooh!"

Meimei emitted a sultry moan that resonated deeply, sending a shiver through Fong Chao's spine.

Damn.

Fong Chao wondered, could this really be just an NPC?

It felt too lifelike.

The sensation of his palm on the woman's behind was incredibly realistic, stirring something within him.

"Alright, host, you've now experienced the feel of my behind. Would you like to continue with the lottery?" Meimei asked, her tone now serious as she dropped her coquettish demeanor.

"Yes! I definitely want to continue!" Fong Chao said resolutely.

So far, he had drawn three times, spending 60 Karma Points, and aside from spanking the alluring NPC's behind, he had nothing to show for it.

His heart ached as if it were being clawed at by a cat.

"Alright, I've deducted another 20 Karma Points for the lottery draw. You now have only 60 points left, which means you can draw three more times," Meimei informed him.

"Understood."

Fong Chao stifled the disappointment welling up inside him and reached into the lottery box, pulling out a paper ball as he usually did.

"Congratulations! Host, you're definitely in for a big prize this time," Meimei encouraged once more.

"I'm hopeful that I'll win something significant," Fong Chao replied, though he was concerned that skepticism might lead to Meimei deceiving him again.

"Well then, Host, please proceed with the draw!" Meimei said with a beaming smile.

Fong Chao unfolded the paper ball and was momentarily puzzled by its contents. It read, in bold letters: Summoning Arts Skill Book. Beneath that, a smaller note clarified: With the Summoning Arts, the host can summon a powerful entity three times a day to possess him for one minute. During this minute, the host will gain immense strength.

A surge of elation filled Fong Chao after he read the description.

"This could be quite interesting," he murmured to himself.

"Ding!"

The familiar notification sound echoed in his mind again.

"Congratulations, Host, you've acquired the Summoning Arts. Here is your Skill Book; please take good care of it!" Meimei handed the Skill Book to Fong Chao.

Without hesitation, Fong Chao accepted the Skill Book and eagerly opened it, using it immediately.

A white glow surrounded him, and as it faded, Fong Chao realized his mind was filled with new knowledge—the intricacies of the Summoning Arts.

He could summon a vast array of characters: Guo Jing, Zhang Wuji, Yang Guo, Old Huang Xie, Zhou Buntong, Huang Feihong, Huo Yuanjia, and many others. He could even summon villains like Ouyang Feng and Jiang Baihong.

But the question lingered in his mind: Were the Summoning Arts truly useful?

Fong Chao felt a twinge of anxiety.

At that moment, a commotion outside caught his attention. Fong Chao quickly exited the Skill Point Shop and was greeted by loud voices clamoring just outside his home.

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