"I'll faint if I soak any longer. Let's wash up first."
"Okay."
Angelina reluctantly moved her cheek away from Ye Chuan's arm. After leaving the hot spring, they sat on small wooden stools. Angelina picked up the goat milk soap nearby and gently rubbed it to create a handful of rich, dense lather.
She walked behind Ye Chuan, applying the soapy lather to his back and scrubbing gently.
"The ladies in town said the lather needs to be rubbed very fine to get all the dirt out," Angelina's voice came from right behind his back. Her long white hair hung down, the tips catching some soap bubbles, swaying gently with her movements.
"Be careful, don't slip." Ye Chuan glanced back at Angelina, noticing the snowy white curves dotted with a few bubbles.
He reached out and gently wiped the bubbles off her body, then picked up a wooden comb nearby and gathered her cascading long hair into his hand.
"Turn around, I'll wash your hair for you."
Angelina obediently turned around. Ye Chuan carefully massaged the goat milk soap lather into her hair, afraid of pulling and hurting her.
"I want bubbles on the front too."
"Alright."
The hot spring vapor swirled around them. Angelina leaned against his knees, eyes closed, the corners of her mouth curled up high, her long, thick eyelashes catching fine beads of moisture.
She had never imagined she could have days like this.
No longer afraid of being beaten, no longer afraid of going hungry, no longer having to curl up on a freezing floor. And there was someone who would gently wash her hair and truly care about her.
If only days like this could last forever.
...
The next morning.
Angelina, wearing a pale yellow apron, was busy in the kitchen.
Ye Chuan sat at the wooden table in the living room, carefully wiping his fine steel longsword. The blade was polished bright, reflecting his focused profile.
This weapon was quite handy. Though a bit worn, its quality was still decent.
Just then, a gentle knock came from the courtyard gate, followed by a soft, delicate female voice laced with hesitation:
"Excuse me... is Lord Ye Chuan home?"
"Hmm?"
Ye Chuan put down the sword and got up to open the door.
The moment he pulled open the wooden picket gate, he saw the little girl standing outside.
A petite figure, pointy ears, and a black tail trailing behind her—it was Sophia, the little succubus he had saved in the Black Pine Forest earlier.
She wore a clean linen dress and held a woven rattan basket in her hands. The moment she saw Ye Chuan, her eyes lit up, and she quickly gave a deep bow:
"Lord Ye Chuan! Benefactor!"
"Sophia?" Ye Chuan paused for a second, then smiled and stepped aside to let her in. "Come in and sit down. What brings you here? Have you been doing well in town?"
"Thank you, My Lord." Sophia carefully stepped into the yard. Looking at the courtyard full of blooming daisies and the clean, tidy house, a flash of envy crossed her eyes.
Angelina also walked out of the kitchen. Wiping her hands, she brought over a cup of warm honey water, placed it on the table in front of her, and offered her a faint smile.
Even though she was barely 1.4 meters tall, she had the air of a true hostess.
Sophia hastily thanked her, sitting awkwardly on the sofa, and handed over the rattan basket:
"Lord Benefactor, these are flower pastries my sisters and I made together. Thank you for saving us before. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't even know where we'd have been sold off to by now."
The flower pastries in the basket were baked to a golden brown and carried a faint floral scent. It was obvious they had put a lot of heart into them.
Ye Chuan took the basket, smiling and waving his hand. "No need to be so polite, it was no trouble at all. Are you getting used to living in town?"
At the mention of this, the smile on Sophia's face instantly faded. Her pointy ears drooped, and her eyes filled with helplessness. She couldn't speak for a long while.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Ye Chuan noticed something was off and quickly asked.
Sophia bit her lip, her eyes turning slightly red. She finally spoke, her voice choking up a bit:
"Lord Ye Chuan, we... we've run into some trouble. We really have nowhere else to turn, so we came to bother you."
"Previously, a kind uncle took us in and let us help out in his shop, providing us with food and lodging... But a few days ago, his son opened a new shop in the Royal Capital and asked him to go help, so he's moving his whole family there."
"Once he leaves, we'll have nowhere to live and no work... We wanted to find jobs in town, but... but absolutely no one dares to hire us."
"No one dares to hire you?" Ye Chuan asked, puzzled. "Why? The people in town are very friendly, how could no one hire you?"
Sophia showed an embarrassed and troubled expression, explaining softly:
"Because... we are succubi. We are born with the talent of charm. Even if we don't intentionally use it, as long as we accidentally touch someone of the opposite sex, they will be charmed by our aura."
"When we were still helping out at the bakery, a male customer came to buy bread. My sister accidentally touched his hand, and the customer lost his mind on the spot. He almost caused a huge scene in the shop."
"Since then, none of the shops in town dare to hire us... The tavern, the grocery store, the tailor shop. Even if we don't ask for wages, they don't dare let us help, terrified of another accident."
"We also tried helping people mend and wash clothes, but mostly the men in town work outside, and their wives are a bit unwilling to let us touch their husbands' clothes. There's barely any work for us to do."
"Now that the uncle is leaving, we won't even have a place to stay... Lord Ye Chuan, we really are out of options, that's why we came to beg you. Could you... could you help us think of a way out?"
After saying that, she bowed deeply to Ye Chuan again. She was only in her teens, and with her sisters, they had no one to rely on. In this unfamiliar town, they simply didn't know how to survive.
Especially with their identity as succubi making things so awkward.
Hearing this, Ye Chuan fell silent.
He hadn't expected the succubus talent to cause them such immense trouble. No wonder they couldn't find work.
Triggering a charm effect just by touching the opposite sex was indeed a huge problem. It made sense that the shops in town didn't dare to hire them.
Ye Chuan nodded. Looking at Sophia, he asked seriously, "Sophia, besides mending and washing clothes, what else can you do? Are you good at anything?"
"Uh... we're actually willing to do anything," Sophia said.
"Anything?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Yes," Sophia nodded.
"In that case..." Ye Chuan pondered. If that was the case, there were quite a few options.
"Let's give it a try first." Ye Chuan stood up. "Let's go, we'll go see your sisters first."
After all, he couldn't make any final decisions right now anyway.

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."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!