"No thanks, the wine tastes awful! It's so bitter and astringent, disgusting." Emily stuck out her tongue and pushed away the wine glass Lin Feng handed to her.
She was very disgusted with the pale yellow liquid.
Emily couldn't help but complain, "What's so good about this? Men are so strange..."
Although the wine smelled strongly of wheat, it stung her tongue slightly when she drank it, and the lingering taste on her tongue was also unbearable to her.
"Just have one cup."
"You said the same thing just now, but I've already had several cups!" Emily's cheeks were already a little red, and she grabbed a roast pork leg and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Have another cup, darling, if you don't get drunk, how can I take advantage?" Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and rubbed her mouth with the wine glass, "The barley wine here is the best in the world, you can't taste it anywhere else."
"Then I'll have another cup."
After being coaxed for a long time, Emily finally obediently picked up the wine glass and drank the beer sip by sip.
In the process, her expression was very painful.
Yuna was holding an empty wine glass in her hand, staring blankly at Lin Feng.
Her face was also bright red.
"You too, have another cup!"
Yuna took the offered wine glass, drank a few sips, and said, "I feel a little dizzy..."
She had already been fed several large glasses by Lin Feng.
She would probably experience a drunk beast-eared girl soon.
"How does it taste?"
"I don't think it tastes bad. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I'm used to it now." Yuna burped, her ears twitching, and her furry wolf tail swaying gently.
"It obviously tastes terrible." Emily complained while hooking Yuna's shoulder, leaning on her like hanging from her neck.
After another hour, when he had both of them quite drunk, Lin Feng observed the two beast-eared girls with interest.
At this time, Emily and Yuna were fighting over the clothes pole in front of the door.
"The master is mine!"
"It's my turn today!"
After fighting over the clothes pole, they fought over the stool, walking staggeringly and speaking blurrily.
Their drinking tolerance seemed quite good.
Except for fighting over things, they didn't seem to do anything weird.
This was far cry from the drunks he had encountered before crossing worlds.
Those who were well-behaved like scholars before drinking turned into hooligans immediately after getting drunk, throwing things around and causing troubles...
Lin Feng took a sip of wine from his glass, inadvertently glancing at Rosalind.
She had been sitting there with her legs crossed, seldom speaking from the beginning until now, but had drank quite a lot of wine.
"Auntie, are you drunk?"
Rosalind glanced at him and mercilessly knocked Lin Feng on the forehead, "I told you not to call me auntie, just use my name."
"Calling you by name feels too intimate." Lin Feng secretly glanced at the other two beast-eared girls.
They were curled up in a ball on the bed, snoring away...
Two superb beauties looked extremely sultry...
"Too intimate to call me by name? Then... why don't you call me big sister?" Rosalind said with a smile, then waved her hand, "Just kidding, I'm already over forty, that form of address no longer suits me."
"Big sister!"
Rosalind was stunned to hear this and took a big gulp of wine.
"Big sister!"
"Stop stop stop!" Rosalind looked very embarrassed, she was even a little shy, "I can't believe you have the audacity to say that, it's giving me goosebumps."
Although she complained verbally, Lin Feng could see that she really liked this form of address.
Her attitude belied her words.
"That's what I'll call you from now on."
"Suit yourself." Rosalind shrugged, but kept smiling, "It's so late, shouldn't you go to bed?"
"I'll sleep later."
Rosalind glanced at the two beast-eared girls who were dead drunk. Suddenly she realized, "Am I disturbing you? I get it, I get it, I'll go back to my room right away."
"No, don't go, chat with me for a bit."
Rosalind looked deeply at Lin Feng, even raising her eyebrows, "Call me big sister, let me hear it."
"Weird big sister with strange tastes."
Lin Feng got kicked.
After that, the two just stared at each other.
"Seems we have nothing to talk about."
"Yeah."
"Then I'll go back to sleep first." Rosalind finished the wine in her glass in one gulp, ready to go back to her room.
"You can really drink, not drunk yet?"
"Me? I've drank a little before, so it's not that easy to get drunk." Rosalind gently patted her cheeks, the slight flush made her look very sexy.
As expected of a mature woman.
The atmosphere and timing were just right.
"So, have you considered it?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng keenly noticed her glance at Emily.
Then her throat moved up and down.
"How about a few more drinks?"
Lin Feng thought Rosalind would refuse, but she didn't.
She poured herself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.
The wine kept going down her throat glass by glass.
Soon she lost consciousness.
"Big sister?"
Rosalind softly hmm-ed.
"Let me take you back to your room later?"
"Thanks."
After settling the two beast-eared girls, Lin Feng obediently took Rosalind back to her room.
When he woke up in the morning, he felt the bed was empty.
As expected, she was gone when he opened his eyes.
After getting dressed and going to the living room, he saw Rosalind bending over to organize equipment.
She looked especially energetic today, seemed a hundred times younger.
"Up so early?"
"Yeah."
The two wanted to greet each other as usual.
Last night's events were like a dream.
"Big sister, I still want..."
"Shhh! Don't say it!" Rosalind rushed over to cover Lin Feng's mouth, "Don't mention that again."
"I won't say it, but the hush money..."
"I know, I know, you'll get your benefits from me in the future."
She sneaked a peek at the still sleeping Emily, guiltily pushed Lin Feng's shoulder, and whispered anxiously, "You go get ready too, hurry hurry."
After returning home from Ulu Valley, Lin Feng spent a relatively peaceful period.
His relationship with Rosalind had also become more intimate.
Her favorability was now up to 80%.
The relationship between them had changed qualitatively.
Every time when it was deep in the night, Rosalind would sneak in to find him, but pretend nothing happened during the day.
"Give me a kiss."
"I promised you this kind of thing can only happen at night." Rosalind's heart felt itchy, she peeked out sneakily to observe outside.
"They went out to buy groceries."
How could Lin Feng be so easily dismissed?
"That's still not okay!"
"She already agreed, what are you still sneaking around for?"
"I don't care, it has to be secretive. And, what's good about an old auntie like me..."
"You're clearly a pretty young lady!"
"Don't think a few sweet words will make me obediently..."
Rosalind complained while pushing and pulling, soon Lin Feng got his way.
After finishing up, they tidied up the scene a little. Just then the two grocery-shopping beast-eared girls came back.
"What's up? You're all sweaty." Emily scratched her head in puzzlement.
"I was doing housework just now, the top of the cabinet was so dirty." Rosalind closed her legs together, hastily changed the subject, "You weren't hassled when you went out today, right?"
"As usual, some people deliberately shortchange and hassle us because we're beastmen." Emily habitually hugged Lin Feng, she felt something was off, "You were doing housework too? You're all sweaty."
"Yeah."
Lin Feng nodded.
Just as Emily was about to stick her nose out to sniff, at the critical moment, Rosalind grabbed a carrot and blocked her nose.
"You must be tired from going out to buy groceries. Eat something to replenish your energy."
"Oh? Okay then." Emily took the carrot and started gnawing, but still felt something was not quite right.
On the other hand, Rosalind's heart was in her throat.
Living this sneaky little life was so thrilling...

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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”