Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 121: Forget About a Good Night’s Sleep Tonight
Chapter 121: Forget About a Good Night’s Sleep Tonight
Chapter 121: Forget About a Good Night’s Sleep Tonight
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Miss Rennie, having received her orders, turned crisply on her heel and left without another word.
Lin Wei watched her retreat, his mind wandering far away for a moment. Then, almost absently, he turned to the man beside him.
“By the way, Vice Commander Guga, did Miss Rennie ever tell you where I live—or, well, just how capable I am?”
“Hmm?”
Guga, ever the devoted clergyman of the Holy See, blinked in confusion. But his response was unfailingly professional.
“She has mentioned your address before, Mr. Lin. And she did remind us—if the Alchemist has been absent for a while, we’re to send a patrol by your place, just in case.”
“As for your abilities, that’s all classified. Secretary Rennie only told us that you’re a powerful Alchemist. Nothing more.”
So, she never let slip the truth about my real strength.Lin Wei could only give a helpless sigh, remembering the utterly exhausted look on Rennie's face as she'd left.
Tch... So much for having a peaceful night’s sleep.
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Time passed quietly.
As dawn broke, the Retribution Knights stationed at the Academy gradually departed.
Only a third remained to keep watch—the rest scheduled to rotate in again by evening.
Lin Wei paid little attention to these arrangements. As long as the Holy See was satisfied with its security patrols, it was none of his concern.
Until eight o’clock the next morning.
“Lin Wei! Where are you on the work?!”
Nerinette barreled into the office at what felt like a full sprint, breathless from the moment she burst in.
Her face—which yesterday had looked ashen and hollow-eyed—was now almost that of a regular person, though the tension in her gaze betrayed her. Even after returning home and finally succumbing to exhaustion, her sleep had been plagued by endless worries: failed potion experiments, or the nightmare of the Evil God’s cultists breaking in and destroying the precious stores she’d slaved to create.
To top it off, when she arrived this morning, the sight of the Retribution Knights posted outside had nearly given her a heart attack. Thankfully, nothing was actually amiss.
“Morning, Director Nerinette.” Lin Wei looked up and waved with his usual ease.
Gone was the weary, overworked zombie; in his place stood someone calm, rested, and utterly unbothered—a sight that instantly reassured her he wouldn’t just drop dead at any moment.
Meeting her eyes, Lin Wei indicated the storeroom behind him, his tone casual:
“Everything’s done. All the supplies the Holy See requested are ready.”
“All that’s left is for the Church to deliver them to the front lines. As for the rest of the Department’s commissions, someone else will have to take care of those.”
“What...?”
If she hadn’t been deeply grounded in reality, Nerinette would have wondered if she’d fallen into some fever dream.
But when her gaze shifted behind Lin Wei, her jaw dropped.
Where empty racks had stood just yesterday was now a dazzling display of amplification potions, lined up in neat rows—filling every inch of space, all the way to the ceiling.
The Alchemy Department’s storeroom, which had been all but barren, was now overflowing.
No warning. No explanation. Just evidence of effort on a scale that was, frankly, a little terrifying.
“You... aren’t you... this...”
Nerinette could hardly form a coherent sentence.
She pointed at the spilling mountain of amplification potions, then at Lin Wei, who lounged in his chair as if this was as ordinary as brewing tea.
She knew that color—she didn’t need to open a single vial to recognize their quality. They were all the highest grade.
But what stunned her most was the unmistakable holy radiance infusing every bottle: an aura that, lately, only Lin Wei’s hands had ever managed to imbue.
And now? All of them, done, perfectly arranged right in front of her?
“Eight thousand... How did you make eight thousand?!”
Nerinette’s brain simply refused to process the number.
A tremor of elation rose in her chest, threatening to send her into outright hysteria. She spun to face him, arms flailing, utterly dumbfounded.
“How long was I even asleep?!”
“Lin Wei, is this what my future looks like? Marry me! There’s no way to repay you for something this incredible—I’ll have to give you my whole heart!”
She wasn’t joking—not even for a moment.
Last night, she’d chosen to put her faith in Lin Wei, as always. He’d never given her reason to doubt.
But even so, she’d never imagined he could accomplish something this impossible.
Eight thousand amplification potions produced in a single night?
Ordinarily, the whole Alchemy Department would need weeks to assemble that many—if all went smoothly.
But here they were, created overnight, by some miracle.
Did Lin Wei secretly recruit a team of hidden master alchemists to help him?
That had to be it. Perhaps there truly was a secret circle of reclusive geniuses living somewhere in the Imperial Capital, their existence known to no one.
Otherwise, how could anyone explain this?
Lin Wei merely smiled, half amused, half exasperated. “Director Nerinette, let’s not get too worked up. As for how this was accomplished—you really don’t need to ask.”
“My methods are... unconventional, and they’re not easily replicated. The important thing is: the Holy See’s commission is complete.”
“As for requests from other organizations, I’m afraid I can only help so much. At best, I can source materials for you at market price.”
Truly, he could have told her he’d done everything himself—but that wasn’t necessary.
After all, this was just a way to stave off boredom. What mattered was enjoying life at one’s own pace, with a little leisure thrown in.
To overreach—to take on every task out of greed—would do no good for anyone.
“All right, I get it! Say no more.” Nerinette took a deep, steadying breath and forced herself to calm down.
One way or another, it was finished. The worst crisis was behind them.
“As long as the Holy See’s urgent order is done, the rest can wait until everyone’s recovered. That’ll give me a chance to acquire more materials from nearby cities, too.”
“Wait, hold on—” She paused, frowning at the supply shelves. “Why do we still have so many materials left over? By my count, we barely used enough for five thousand potions.”
The surplus ingredients only deepened Nerinette’s confusion.
It was one thing if the manpower issue could be solved—that, at least, meant plausible teamwork. But how had so much raw material gone untouched?
All she’d done was leave for a single night’s rest.
Why does it feel like I slept through an entire era of advances in potion-making?
As the bright day continued, the calm was shattered by raised voices from the hall.
“What’s this, Nerinette? Couldn’t finish your commission and then ran to beg the Holy See for help?”
“You know, if you’d just come to me—friendly and apologetic—your dear senior might have lent you a hand.”
Even before Nerinette could process her thoughts, that unmistakable, arrogant voice boomed from the corridor.
A group strode into the Alchemy Department.
It was none other than the very alchemists from the Royal Noble Magic Academy who’d instigated so much trouble yesterday.
Short hair, crimson eyes, a haughty arch to her brow—Wilma embodied every inch of noble arrogance, right down to the Academy uniform she wore with disdainful pride.
Especially that predatory, victorious smirk she wore—she acted as though she’d come simply to collect her winnings.
“Wilma!”
Nerinette, nerves buzzing, didn’t hesitate; she strode straight up, fire in her eyes.
“The Holy See’s commission? You’re looking at it finished. Every last bottle.”
“Huh? What nonsense are you babbling now?”
Wilma gaped at her, clearly doubting Nerinette’s sanity.
Nerinette stopped before her, jabbing an accusatory finger toward Wilma's nose, all courtesy abandoned.
“Kneel. Right now. Apologize and admit you were wrong. Understood?”
“Hurry up, Wilma—I’ve been waiting all night for this!”