"N-no... I'm fine... Brother Ye Feng, please continue~"
Although Su Yuxin had mentally prepared herself for being tied up, when the rough rope actually began to coil around her body again and again, her face turned as red as a ripe apple. She lowered her head, too embarrassed to look at Ye Feng.
"Then... I'll keep going. Yuxin, bear with it for just a little longer. I'll finish soon."
Ye Feng was also a bit flustered, his movements becoming somewhat stiff. Seeing that the system's kidnapping task hadn’t been completed yet only added to his anxiety.
What’s going on? I’ve already met the system’s requirements, haven’t I? Why is it acting so glitchy now, not responding for so long?
While lost in thought, Ye Feng accidentally used too much force, and the once-loose rope suddenly tightened.
"Mm♡"
As the rope grew tighter, Su Yuxin let out a soft gasp.
"Yuxin!?"
Seeing Su Yuxin in this state frightened Ye Feng. In a panic, he forgot about the task and hurriedly untied the knot, freeing her.
As the rope fell in loops onto the sofa, Su Yuxin’s body slumped uncontrollably into Ye Feng’s arms. Her breath was hot, as if her soul had drifted far away...
"Yuxin! Yuxin! Don’t scare me like this!"
Ye Feng was completely panicked now. He placed both hands on Su Yuxin’s shoulders and shook her gently.
After what felt like an eternity, Su Yuxin’s dazed eyes gradually regained focus.
"Mmm... Brother Ye Feng..."
Su Yuxin slowly lifted her head and looked at the worried Ye Feng. She reached out with her soft hand and touched his cheek, smiling foolishly.
"Yuxin! Are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital now?"
Ye Feng was truly frightened. He never expected Su Yuxin to end up like this, and he silently scolded himself for his actions.
"The hospital? No! That’s not necessary! Brother Ye Feng, don’t worry. I just... I just felt a little strange... so I spaced out for a moment, but I’m fine now."
"R-really? Are you sure you’re okay?"
"Really, I’m fine. Brother Ye Feng, don’t worry about me."
With that, Su Yuxin opened her arms and snuggled into Ye Feng’s embrace.
Feeling the warmth of the girl’s body was like holding an energetic little rabbit, occasionally nuzzling against his chest.
Although Su Yuxin was petite, her unique charm was in a league of its own. If one were to compare her to the sea, Xie Yuyan would be the towering waves of a storm, Su Yuxin the fierce gales, and Li Mucheng... well, she could be likened to the Dead Sea.
Su Yuxin rested her head on Ye Feng’s shoulder, and a familiar strawberry scent wafted into his nose.
"Y-Yuxin, okay. It’s about time I take you downstairs."
"Huh? It’s over already? Brother Ye Feng, aren’t you going to continue?"
"N-no, we’re done. I was just a little curious, Yuxin. Please don’t get the wrong idea."
"Brother Ye Feng, are you saying... that what happened today is a secret just between us?"
"Ah... yes, a secret just between us."
"I see~"
Su Yuxin’s sly eyes darted around mischievously.
"Then, Brother Ye Feng, will you compensate me for this?"
"Compensate? What kind of compensation?"
"Brother, are you trying to back out? If my father finds out about what just happened..."
"Alright, alright! Yuxin, please don’t say anything. I’ll give you whatever compensation you want, just please don’t spread this around, okay?"
"Well... I suppose I can agree to that~"
Su Yuxin placed her small hands on Ye Feng’s shoulders and slowly pulled her head away from his shoulder. The two of them stared at each other.
"But Brother Ye Feng, you have to keep your promise and give me the compensation you agreed to~"
"O-okay, I promise."
Ye Feng felt as though Su Yuxin’s sweet and innocent demeanor had suddenly changed, but with no room to argue, he could only nod in agreement.
I shouldn’t have done this. Not only did I fail the task, but I’ve also dug myself into a hole. What a complete loss.
"Hehe, then let’s call it a day for now. I’ll think about the compensation later. Brother, shall we head downstairs now?"
"Sure, let’s go."
......
"Hmm~"
After sending the humming, carefree Su Yuxin to the roadside, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief as a car pulled up. For some reason, he felt that Su Yuxin had grown bolder, just like Li Mucheng and Xie Yuyan. Do all girls become like this after getting close to someone they’re familiar with?
"Then I’ll be waiting at home for you tomorrow, Teacher?"
"Don’t worry, I’ll be there on time. But Yuxin, don’t show up unannounced like you did today, or next time I won’t let you in."
"Alright, alright, I got it."
Su Yuxin suddenly leaned closer to Ye Feng and gestured for him to lower his head toward her.
"What is it, Yuxin? Do you have something else to say?"
Just as Ye Feng leaned in, Su Yuxin stretched her fair neck and planted a soft kiss on his cheek with her strawberry-flavored lips.
"That’s interest~"
After saying this, Su Yuxin darted into the car like a startled rabbit. With the roar of the engine, she was gone in an instant.
"......"
Ye Feng stood dumbfounded on the roadside, staring in the direction Su Yuxin had left, at a loss for words.
This is bad... really bad...
......
"Big sister~"
In the hallway of the welfare center, a child’s voice rang out.
Wenwen, seeing Shen Mengli sitting alone by the window in her wheelchair, asked curiously,
"Big sister, you’re here. I’ve been looking for you in the garden for a while."
"Oh?"
Shen Mengli reached out with her slender hand and gently patted Wenwen’s head.
"I suddenly felt like watching the sunset, and I ended up losing track of time."
"Really? Was the sunset beautiful?"
"It was beautiful, like a dream. Who knows if it’ll ever appear like that again."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
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.”
