"Boyfriend?"
"What boyfriend?"
Xia Muzhu blinked her eyes and asked curiously.
"Uh..."
"Are you still single, sis?"
Lin Yu asked with some surprise.
"Yeah, I'm single."
Xia Muzhu nodded matter-of-factly.
"I see."
"I thought someone as amazing as you would have a lot of suitors."
Lin Yu replied with a smile, but inwardly, alarm bells were ringing.
Holy crap!
No boyfriend?
Did I get the wrong person?
The thought flashed through Lin Yu's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
No way.
Xia Muzhu had to be the second female lead—otherwise, that eerie sense of familiarity when he first saw her wouldn’t make sense!
Besides...
Lin Yu sneakily glanced at the ample curves of Xia Muzhu’s chest and silently marveled.
Since transmigrating, he’d never seen anything on this scale before—it matched the second female lead from the hentai manga perfectly. There was no way he was wrong!
In the manga, every female lead had her own male counterpart, but that didn’t necessarily mean a boyfriend.
Take Tang Manman and her spineless childhood friend, for example. They’d grown up together, had feelings for each other, but just hadn’t confessed yet.
Could it be that Xia Muzhu also had a similar almost-lover, just one step away from making things official?
Lin Yu lowered his gaze, deep in thought, but couldn’t recall any details about Xia Muzhu’s canon love interest.
Frowning briefly before relaxing, he decided not to dwell on it. After all, Xia Muzhu was right here—her destined partner couldn’t just vanish, could he?
He’d meet him sooner or later.
And when he did, maybe more memories would come back.
The two changed direction and headed toward Xia Muzhu’s home.
Entering the unmanned residential complex, passing through the broken gate, Lin Yu followed Xia Muzhu into the elevator and rode up to the sixth floor. They stopped in front of Unit 603, where Xia Muzhu pressed her finger against the fingerprint lock.
"Beep. Beep."
Two faint but audible electronic tones sounded, and the door swung open.
"Make yourself at home. I’ll go cook the fish."
Once inside, Xia Muzhu gestured for Lin Yu to sit while she carried the grocery bags into the kitchen.
Seizing the opportunity while she was gone, Lin Yu quickly scanned the surroundings for more clues.
First, the apartment wasn’t small. Just the visible living room, kitchen, and dining area combined were easily over 100 square meters—proof that Xia Muzhu lived comfortably.
Second, in the southwest corner of the living room was a box filled with toys and game controllers, and by the shoe rack at the entrance were several pairs of cartoon slippers with Ultraman prints.
These details suggested Xia Muzhu wasn’t living alone—she likely shared the place with a young child, probably a boy.
Combined with her earlier outburst when they first met, this had to be her middle-school-aged younger brother.
After surveying the general layout, Lin Yu turned his attention to the fingerprint-locked security door.
The door’s security was top-notch—the chances of a stranger breaking in were practically zero.
At this thought, Lin Yu’s brow furrowed slightly.
The moment he’d stepped inside, he’d felt a vague sense of déjà vu, as if the hentai manga had briefly depicted Xia Muzhu’s home.
But that didn’t necessarily mean her second intimate scene took place here.
After all, in the original manga’s plot, the antagonist often coerced Xia Muzhu into doing things at her own home.
So it made sense that the place felt familiar.
Wait—
Lin Yu suddenly caught onto a crucial detail.
In the original hentai plot, when the antagonist forced himself on Xia Muzhu in her own home...
How could her canon love interest not show up?
This was a netorare (NTR) manga!
Without those beloved—(forcefully crossed out)—those universally despised NTR tropes, could it even be called an NTR manga?
With this realization, Lin Yu frowned and racked his brain, hoping this clue would trigger his memory and reveal who Xia Muzhu’s destined partner was.
As he dug deeper into his memories, fragments of explicit scenes gradually sharpened in his mind.
Finally.
In one particularly unspeakable scene, Lin Yu spotted Xia Muzhu’s fated lover.
Hidden behind a slightly ajar door, the figure’s widened eyes reflected the intense movements of the two on the bed—filled with shock, pain, envy, resentment, and a mix of other complicated emotions.
Lin Yu strained to focus and, through the crack, finally got a clear look at the cuckold’s face.
…?
Staring at the youthful face and petite frame behind the door, Lin Yu’s mind flooded with confusion.
Whose kid is this, peeping at something they shouldn’t?
As he internally complained, a sudden epiphany connected all the scattered clues.
He turned his head sharply toward Xia Muzhu, busy in the kitchen, and froze in shock.
Her destined partner… couldn’t possibly be her little brother, could it?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
