"Number 3 kisses the King."
Hearing this, Ye Shuang opened his card to check his identity and found that he was indeed commoner Number 3, while Bai Yuyou was the King, so...
"If it's truth..." Ye Shuang was just about to say something when An Shiyu next to him said,
"There is only one chance to choose truth for every three commands."
Hearing this, Ye Shuang's mouth twitched. Since when was this rule added? But Bai Yuyou had already leaned in, her lips decisively and directly covering his. The refreshing fragrance of the young girl made Ye Shuang zone out for a few seconds before he reached out and gently pushed her away.
Bai Yuyou's eyes were a bit hazy, her jewel-like pupils covered with a faint mist.
Perhaps because of her initiative, Ye Shuang was a bit surprised by Bai Yuyou leaning in.
"I like this," Bai Yuyou said softly. It wasn't her first time kissing Ye Shuang, but for some reason, she felt her heart beating a bit fast, as if something inside was about to break out of its shell. This budding feeling made the young girl unable to resist touching her chest.
At this time, Tang Keke next to them had already clenched her fists.
"Next time, asking for the number directly won't be allowed. That's a rule violation," An Shiyi said.
"Oh."
Sitting for a few seconds, it soon came to a new round of the game. At this time, Ye Shuang spoke up, "Why don't you guys play first? I'd better go hang up the clothes."
Perhaps because of the interaction with Yuyou just now, Ye Shuang's mind was currently a bit messy.
"Sigh, so playing with us for a while is not as important as your clothes." Hearing this, An Shiyu sighed as if she were very sad.
And An Shiyi next to her also hugged her knees, drawing circles on the ground with one hand,
"So this is Uncle's way of treating guests. Just keeping the guests company for a while is so difficult for you."
Saying so, the two fishes looked at Ye Shuang and sighed at the same time, looking exactly like they wanted to say 'You've changed, dog'. Seeing this scene, Ye Shuang also twitched his mouth.
"Alright, let's continue." Then he'd play for a while longer, but Ye Shuang always felt that playing like this would be very wrong.
Who knew what weird actions were hidden in the cards brought by the two fishes.
"There shouldn't be any large-scale action cards in there, right?" Ye Shuang asked.
"For example?"
"What do you think?"
"So Uncle, you actually want to play like that. I guess only adult anime has that. The largest scale we have here is SEX," An Shiyi said.
"That's good... Wait?!" Ye Shuang realized something was wrong right after he spoke.
"Oh, I'm kidding."
"Please don't tell jokes with a serious face."
"Oh."
Seeing An Shiyi's perfunctory little appearance, Ye Shuang didn't know why he couldn't hate it. Instead, he felt a faint sense of warmth. Perhaps his past self, before losing his memory, also bickered with the two fishes like this.
A new round of drawing cards. This time, Ye Shuang finally drew the King identity, but he looked at the action cards to the side, wondering if he could draw a relatively normal one.
"Draw a card."
Ye Shuang picked it up and found that it was indeed quite normal: [As the King, you need to sympathize with the commoners, hug for thirty seconds].
Compared to the previous ones of kissing and calling oneself a sow, it seemed that just a hug was quite normal?
At this time, Tang Keke next to him pointed at Bai Yuyou, and then gestured a number with her fingers.
"Number 2 cannot be chosen," An Shiyu immediately said upon seeing Tang Keke secretly giving a signal.
"Eh?!"
"Then Number 3," Ye Shuang smiled. In fact, any number would do.
Then he looked around and found that Tang Keke turned her identity card over; she was Number 3.
"Wu wu wu, Yuyou, I'm sorry. It's all force majeure," Tang Keke immediately said to Bai Yuyou.
Bai Yuyou: "?"
"Isn't it just a hug? You're making it seem like you're confessing to NTR," An Shiyu's eyes were a bit disgusted. "You can also choose truth."
"Truth is fine too," Ye Shuang also smiled and said.
"Then let's just hug." Hearing those strange contents just now, Tang Keke felt a bit guilty. Besides, it was just a hug with Ye Shuang; it wasn't a problem. After all, it was much better than those 'first experiences' just now. Tang Keke couldn't publicly expose her fetish system.
Hearing that Keke still wanted a hug, Ye Shuang reached out and gently hugged the young girl, but his hands were just placed on her back.
Ye Shuang actually wanted to not stick so close, leaving some space between the two of them, but it was obviously impossible; he was directly pressed against.
"Brother, it's fine. Just hug," Tang Keke noticed Ye Shuang's behavior and comforted him.
He didn't expect to be comforted by Tang Keke. Perhaps because of living together during this time, Tang Keke genuinely treated Ye Shuang as a family member and elder.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang no longer deliberately pulled his body back, but just hugged Keke like that—Tang Keke had a bit of baby fat, making her feel like a weighty piece of cotton when hugged, and the oppressive feeling of her slimes was even stronger than Ye Shuang imagined.
The thirty seconds ended quickly. Ye Shuang let go. Besides feeling a wave of intensity, Ye Shuang actually didn't have any thoughts.
"Then let's continue."
At this time, the two fishes exchanged a glance, but this action was not noticed by anyone else.
Ye Shuang drew a card again and found that he was a commoner.
And this time, the King fell into An Shiyu's hands.
"I am the King." An Shiyu waved the card in her hand, and then her gaze swept over Tang Keke's side with a half-smile.
"What are you doing?" Tang Keke subconsciously hid towards Bai Yuyou.
"Action card." An Shiyu slowly drew a card.
[Commoner Number 2 sits in Commoner Number 1's lap.]
Number 1...
Ye Shuang was stunned for a moment, then opened his card again to check, and found that he was Number 1.
Is it a coincidence?
Who is Number 2?
At this time, Tang Keke immediately asked Bai Yuyou, "Yuyou, what number are you?!"
"I... I'm not." Bai Yuyou took out her card; it was Number 4, while Tang Keke was Number 3.
In other words...
"Come, come, Uncle's chair is online." An Shiyi waved the Number 2 card in her hand, and then unceremoniously sat on Ye Shuang's thighs. The action was so smooth and swift that it even made Ye Shuang find it unbelievable.
"I haven't said truth yet..." Ye Shuang looked at An Shiyi sitting on his lap. At this time, her long hair even draped on the floor.
"I've already sat down, what truth is there to say." An Shiyi wriggled her body, and then found a more comfortable angle.
"I'll let you touch my thighs, stop generating electricity."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Why does this sentence feel like I've heard it somewhere before?
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
