The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence. The gaunt man immediately looked up upon seeing Ye Chuan, then pretended not to recognize him and turned to leave.
"Hey." Ye Chuan crossed his arms. "Old man!"
The gaunt man quickened his pace.
"A~s~a~m~a~g~e~, h~o~w~c~a~n~y~o~u~b~e~s~o~a~t~t~a~c~h~e~d~t~o~s~u~c~c~u~b~i~?" Ye Chuan drawled sarcastically, forcing the gaunt man to halt abruptly. He turned around with a stern expression.
"I only come here to train my willpower. It’s beneficial for magical cultivation."
Ye Chuan clicked his tongue, his face full of disdain.
"That’s right, this gentleman often comes here to train his willpower," chimed in a well-endowed succubus standing beside the gaunt man, smiling sweetly.
Ye Chuan: "..."
Gaunt man: "..."
"See? My will is unbreakable," the gaunt man declared stiffly.
"Your face is certainly unbreakable."
Ignoring him, Ye Chuan followed a younger succubus to his private room.
The lighting inside was dim, with only a simple bed and a peculiar gem embedded in the ceiling emitting a soft pink glow, setting the mood.
"Customer~ Do you have a specific succubus in mind, or shall we arrange one for you?" the younger succubus asked playfully.
"Pretty ones, with big assets," Ye Chuan replied.
"Got it~" The succubus handed him a set of clean clothes. "Please change into these first. I’ll make the arrangements~"
With that, she left.
Ye Chuan changed into the provided outfit—a simple, thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, convenient for the upcoming massage service.
Knock knock knock~
"Customer~"
The door opened, and a voluptuous succubus entered. Her looks and figure were top-tier, and her eyes sparkled with amusement as she saw Ye Chuan sitting on the bed.
"Hello, customer~"
"Come on, let’s test your skills," Ye Chuan said, patting the bed to signal her over.
"Oh?" The succubus giggled at his directness before approaching. "Please lie face down."
Ye Chuan complied, and she sat on his calves, her soft hands working to loosen his muscles.
"How’s the pressure, customer~?"
"Not bad." Her technique was indeed skilled. Ye Chuan could feel the tension in his back easing as he closed his eyes, enjoying the massage.
She worked on his back and calves in turn.
"Customer~ You can sit up now."
A while later, just as Ye Chuan was about to doze off, her sweet voice roused him.
He sat up, twisting his body until his joints cracked.
Nice.
"Now, please lie back," the succubus said with a muffled laugh, sitting on the bed in a "seiza" position and patting her thighs.
Ye Chuan didn’t hesitate to rest his head on them.
Glancing up, he saw that the ceiling light was mostly obscured—though not as impressive as Lan Xiaoke’s, the shadow cast was still sizable.
As the succubus kneaded his shoulders, the shadow swayed tantalizingly in his view.
"The light’s a bit too bright. Block it for me."
"Sure~" She bent forward, covering his face entirely.
Ye Chuan gave a thumbs-up.
Under her ministrations, he drifted off beneath the "milky veil," only waking two hours later when a voice called, "Customer~ Time to wake up~"
Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar younger succubus smiling at him.
"How was the massage?"
"Pretty good." His muscles felt thoroughly relaxed—well worth the ten silver coins.
"Now, customer, what kind of dream would you like?" She pulled out a sheet of paper. "You can describe it to me~"
"Let me think… If I wanted to see someone specific, could you recreate them in the dream? Even if you’ve never met them?" Ye Chuan asked.
The succubus immediately puffed out her modest chest proudly.
"Customer, you underestimate us! As long as you’ve seen them, we can recreate them perfectly in the dream—down to the last detail! And if you have any special requests, we can fulfill those too!"
"Any dream?"
"Hehe." She grinned mischievously, looking adorable.
"Alright." Ye Chuan quickly listed his requirements, his curiosity about custom dreams thoroughly piqued.
"Got it! Your requests are all noted. Quite simple, really."
"Really that simple?"
"Yep~ Some customers ask for a hundred people. You only want three." She retrieved an incense burner from a nearby cabinet.
"This is hypnotic incense. Just close your eyes, and you’ll drift off~"
Ye Chuan glanced at the burner before shutting his eyes.
To ensure the incense worked, he suppressed his Chaos Immortal Body, and soon, his consciousness blurred—
He dreamed.
A very peculiar dream.
It felt like he was back in his room, playing games on the bed with Luo Xi, Qian Shuang, and Little Ke.
"Chuan-Chuan, my turn!" Luo Xi snatched the controller.
"Ye Chuan, I want to play too," Qian Shuang murmured softly.
Lan Xiaoke nuzzled against him, massaging his shoulders. "Ye Chuan, when’s my turn~?"
There wasn’t a hint of dissonance—his awareness was crystal clear. If he hadn’t known it was a dream, he might’ve believed it was reality.
"Let’s keep going."
...
The night passed without incident, XX.
When Ye Chuan woke again, it was already the next day.
Staring at the pink gem on the ceiling and feeling the lingering lightness in his mind, he muttered, "No way… That dream was way too real. Everything felt exactly like the real thing."
He could still recall every detail as if it had actually happened.
Of course, he knew it was fake.
"So this is the power of succubi? Terrifying." Ye Chuan sucked in a breath before slowly sitting up.
Soon after, a knock came at the door, and the familiar younger succubus entered.
"Customer, your session is over~ Are you hungry? We offer meal services too~"
"Not really." Though he didn’t need food, curiosity about this world’s cuisine made him add, "What’s on the menu?"
"Here you go~" She handed him a menu.
After a quick scan, Ye Chuan ordered, "A cream soup and a grilled meat sandwich."
"Coming right up~"
Leaning back against the headboard, Ye Chuan watched her leave, lost in thought.
"Hmm..."
"I didn’t get to explore enough. I’ll have to try again next time."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
