After finishing a day's work, Coach Long finally returned to his apartment.
A modest two-bedroom, one-living-room unit in a middle-class residential complex.
Except the cabinets were filled with alcohol.
Grabbing a bottle at random, he sat down on a massage chair worth several thousand yuan and turned on the TV.
The sports channel was broadcasting a game between the Spurs and the Lakers.
The first thing on screen was Kobe scoring a layup.
Coach Long had always been a devoted fan of Kobe, but right now, he wasn’t in the mood to cheer.
In fact, the celebratory noise from the TV even felt irritatingly loud.
So he slammed the bottle in his hand onto the floor.
Shards scattered everywhere as Coach Long tilted his head back and took a deep breath.
He couldn’t go scorched-earth—he didn’t dare.
His job as a physical education teacher was good; he couldn’t afford to lose it. Even if he couldn’t stay at Guangba Middle School, he could still transfer to another school.
So he couldn’t afford to turn against Lin Mo or do anything to him.
The best course of action was to stay as far away from Lin Mo as possible.
But why did he have to endure such humiliation?!
Why!?
Coach Long punched the couch hard.
Finally, an idea struck him.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"It’s me. Get over here now. I’m pissed. I said get your ass here now! Do you understand human language?!"
A faint voice responded on the other end.
Coach Long hung up, but his rage hadn’t subsided much. He kept drinking, completely ignoring the broken glass on the floor.
At this moment, Lin Mo—invisible—was sitting on the other side of the couch.
He was curious: Who exactly was Coach Long calling?
From the voice on the phone, it sounded like a young woman, still quite young.
Wait, if this bald creep had women around, why was he still simping for Lei Qi’s aunt?
The truth quickly surfaced.
The doorbell rang, and Coach Long kicked aside the glass shards before opening the door.
A plainly dressed college girl stood at the entrance.
"I told you, this is the last time. Delete those photos, or I’ll go to the police."
Coach Long smirked obscenely. "Sure, sure, last time. I’ll delete them right in front of you. But I expect you to satisfy me properly this time."
With that, he yanked her into the room.
Lin Mo was stunned.
Wait… this kind of situation?
Photos? Blackmail?
What kind of coercion plot was this?!
Lin Mo phased through the door. The girl had already started undressing, but she was doing it slowly, clearly reluctant.
"I’ll say it again—this is the last time."
Coach Long stripped quickly and lay on the bed, leering at her.
"Of course, no problem. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, right? If you ever want more, just come to me. My stamina isn’t something your average guy can match."
Right then, Lin Mo materialized.
"Mind telling me what’s going on here?"
The girl, seeing a third person in the room, immediately covered herself.
Coach Long bolted upright, pointing at Lin Mo.
"How the hell did you get in here?!"
Looking at the two of them, Lin Mo activated Soul Capture.
"Explain. What’s happening here?"
Under control, Coach Long tilted his head back and spoke mechanically.
"She was my student. I assaulted her, took photos, and blackmailed her into being my plaything."
That one sentence alone was enough to get this banned.
Seeing Coach Long like this, the girl seemed to snap out of it. She carefully put her clothes back on and looked at Lin Mo.
"Is this… a superpower?"
Lin Mo nodded. "Yeah, a superpower. I can make you forget this painful past. Want me to?"
She wasn’t at fault—Coach Long was. So Lin Mo was willing to offer some help.
The girl froze. "Is that… possible? I want… I want to forget all of this. Can you make my body go back to how it was before?!"
Tears streamed down her face as she covered it with her hands.
Lin Mo nodded. "No problem. But first, let me deal with Coach Long."
He turned to the man.
"Besides her, have you done this to anyone else?"
"One more. But she threatened to call the police, so I left her alone."
Lin Mo sneered. Willing to commit crimes but scared of the cops.
"And what’s the deal with Lei Qi’s aunt? Why were you simping so hard for her?"
"Because girls like her won’t marry me. I need to get married, so she’s my only option."
Makes sense. What college girl would marry a middle-aged P.E. teacher?
What kind of Japanese drama plot is this?
"Now, delete all the photos."
"Yes!"
Coach Long got up and sat at his computer, deleting the images.
Lin Mo turned back to the girl, now fully dressed.
"Senior, you’ll forget all of this—even Coach Long. Your body will return to its original state. Is that what you want?"
The girl paused. "You’re from Guangba Middle School too?"
"Yeah. I just wanted to see how scummy Coach Long really was. Turns out he’s even worse than I thought."
She glanced at Coach Long, then hesitantly asked, "What’s… going to happen to him?"
Lin Mo grinned. "He’ll die. A piece of trash like this is only useful to society if he’s dead, don’t you think?"
Hearing this, the girl’s heart seemed to settle. She nodded firmly at Lin Mo—then started taking her clothes off again.
"If that’s the case, then please accept my gratitude properly."
Hold up!
Lin Mo hadn’t expected this turn of events.
He immediately restrained her with spiritual energy.
"Calm down. I helped you because it was the right thing to do, not for any ‘reward.’"
The girl shrugged. "Since you’re going to fix me anyway, why not enjoy it? I’ll make sure you have a good time."
Damn!
What kind of person did I just save?!
Lin Mo raised his hand, sealing her memories and using Divine Restoration to undo the physical changes.
This technique could even fully heal Ma Li’s foot, but that would be too miraculous.
Right now, he was repairing the girl’s body, even curing her anemia and low blood sugar.
Finally, he used Soul Capture to send her home.
Now, it was just him and Coach Long.
After the man finished deleting the photos, Lin Mo performed a Soul Search.
After witnessing the depths of Coach Long’s depravity, he couldn’t help but wonder—how was this man still alive?
During his school days, he had hired thugs to break his academic rival’s legs and drugged his roommates to sabotage their grades.
As a teacher, he gave students terrible advice and pushed training methods that prioritized results over their health.
And then there were the female students.
From inappropriate touching to outright assault.
Lin Mo turned to Coach Long.
"You really do deserve to die."
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