Chapter 258
Outside the door, Ye Jinliang was still banging loudly.
But immediately after, Pei Susu's exasperated roar echoed through the hallway:
"Ye Jinliang, do you have bubbles in your brain?! Get your ass back here!"
The crisp sound of a slap, a cry of pain from an ear being twisted, accompanied by the sound of dragging footsteps—the commotion outside the door quickly faded away.
"Ouch! Susu, be gentle, it hurts, it hurts..."
Ye Jinliang's wails gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Inside the private room, quiet was restored.
All that remained was the maximum underworld-vibe background noise of "Ju-On" on the projector screen, along with the intertwined and increasingly heavy breathing of the two people.
Gu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the young woman's slender ankle.
Through her cotton socks, Gu Ran rubbed the fragile skin on the inside of her ankle with just the right amount of pressure, occasionally sending shivers down her spine.
At the same time, his eyes stared intently at Ye Zhenzhen, who was huddled in the corner of the bed.
Being stared at made her feel flustered and confused. She tried her best to maintain a cold exterior, as if this could project her authority as an older sister.
"You... stay away!"
As she spoke, she didn't even notice how badly her voice was trembling.
She instinctively raised her other foot, and her small foot, wrapped in a white cotton sock, stretched out toward him.
A fragrant breeze wafted over.
As a seasoned connoisseur, he didn't even try to dodge...
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
That was completely unnecessary!
What a pervert...
She gasped and abruptly pulled her foot back.
With a solemn expression, she put on a fierce little face, "Are... are you a dog?!"
"This is my respect for fine cuisine!" Gu Ran said, looking completely righteous.
"...Get lost!" Her pretty face grew even redder.
In the exact second she retracted her foot and left her defenses wide open, Gu Ran accurately seized the flaw and pressed his body over hers.
He pinned her whole body securely into the soft quilt of the round red velvet bed.
His legs also aggressively forced their way between her knees.
Gu Ran propped one hand on the bed beside her ear, while his other hand firmly clamped both of her wrists, pinning them above her head.
He completely sealed off all her routes of escape.
The terrifying images on the screen were still flashing. Kayako's twisted face, accompanied by the sound of grinding bones, was creepy to the extreme.
But Ye Zhenzhen's senses were now entirely occupied by the young man's scorching body temperature and his crisp soap scent.
Her hands were firmly pinned down; she had nowhere to hide.
Her long eyelashes trembled violently a few times before she finally closed her eyes tightly in resignation.
She tilted her chin up slightly, revealing her slender swan-like neck, and began to wait.
One second...
Two seconds...
Ye Zhenzhen nervously held her breath. She waited for a long time, but the expected touch on her lips never came.
Then, puzzled, she quietly opened one eye.
As soon as her vision focused, she saw someone's dark eyes looking at her with a half-smile.
His eyes were full of teasing!
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
He really is a dog!!!
Realizing how shameful her "take me as you please" appearance just now had been, her fair cheeks instantly turned completely red, the blush spreading all the way to the roots of her ears.
She gritted her teeth in anger and puffed out her cheeks in a huff.
She abruptly turned her head to the side, staring fixedly at the purplish-red wall lamp in the corner, swearing she would never look at a certain bastard again.
Never!!!
Gu Ran looked at the tsundere and stubborn appearance of the girl beneath him and chuckled aloud.
"Quite the temper you have."
He freed one hand and slipped his fingertips under the hem of her shirt.
He accurately found the sensitive soft flesh at her waist and began to tickle her with just the right amount of force.
Once, twice...
She was naturally ticklish. Her tense little face instantly broke character, her cold and aloof facade shattering into pieces.
Following Gu Ran's movements, she couldn't help but twist and struggle like a fish out of water.
"Ah! Gu... Gu 'Dog' Ran... you bastard~"
Ye Zhenzhen was laughing so hard she was a bit out of breath. A few tears even leaked from the corners of her eyes as she repeatedly begged for mercy.
Gu Ran then stopped what he was doing, looking down from above at the panting girl.
Ye Zhenzhen's clothes were slightly disheveled, her eye rims were slightly red, her eyes rippled with moisture, and her chest heaved heavily from panting.
"I can stop."
Gu Ran's voice was a bit hoarse as he reached out and gently stroked her delicate lips.
"If you take the initiative to kiss me."
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
Shame... shameless!
As if seeing through her thoughts, Gu Ran immediately started moving his hand again.
"Don't... don't move, I can't take it anymore..."
Under the unfilial younger brother's gaze, which was half-threatening and half-coaxing, Ye Zhenzhen bit her lower lip and was forced to comply.
She slightly puckered her rosy lips and slowly leaned forward.
Closing her eyes, she took the initiative to press against those thin lips.
The touch was soft, carrying the unique sweet fragrance of a young woman.
The moment their lips met, Gu Ran turned the tables and took control.
He reached out and firmly gripped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her soft hair, and launched an invasion.
Ye Zhenzhen: "!!!"
But she didn't open her eyes; she just reached out and weakly wrapped her arms around his neck.
However, Gu Ran reached back and grasped one of her small hands.
He guided it under his own shirt hem, moving it gradually downward along the firm lines of his abs.
The temperature inside the private room gradually rose.
Gu Ran also felt his body growing increasingly hot.
He stared earnestly at the girl and asked.
"Are you hot?"
Wh... what?
The next second, the girl suddenly widened her eyes, dying of shame and indignation!
"You... you!"
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
