"Oh?"
Upon hearing Ye Feng's slightly provocative words, Li Mucheng quickly caught his drift. She took a small sip of coffee in front of him.
"So, Teacher, what you're implying is... if I were to terminate the agreement voluntarily..."
Li Mucheng suddenly stood up as she spoke, slowly walking behind Ye Feng. She placed a delicate hand on his shoulder, her graceful figure leaning down as she brought her lips close to his ear, exhaling warm breath.
"Does that mean you'd get to spend time alone with Yu Xin?"
"N-No way!"
Ye Feng outright denied it, tilting his head away from Li Mucheng's proximity. He turned to face her, his expression serious as he looked at her stiffened face.
"Mucheng, both you and Yu Xin are my students. How could I possibly..."
"My, my~ Teacher, you say 'Yu Xin' so sweetly~ Have you been calling her name like that when you're alone with her?"
Seeing the smirk on Li Mucheng's lips, Ye Feng couldn't shake the feeling that her smile carried a hint of something unsettling. At the same time, an alarm suddenly blared in his mind—something he had never experienced before.
What's going on? Why is the system alerting me? Is there some kind of danger?
Without wasting time to check the system, Ye Feng stood up and swiftly maneuvered around Li Mucheng.
Mistaking his tension for guilt, Li Mucheng assumed he was trying to escape. A cold snort escaped her as the last glimmer of hope in her eyes faded away.
Run, Teacher. In the end, I'll make sure you understand the consequences of betraying me. A disobedient teacher needs to be disciplined before realizing his mistakes.
But to her surprise, Ye Feng didn’t head for the door. Instead, he moved closer to her.
"Huh?"
Before she could react, Ye Feng suddenly scooped her up into his arms, startling her into instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Eh?!"
"Mucheng, don’t move!"
Ye Feng’s gaze fixed on the living room window, his brow furrowing. If there was any danger, it had to be coming from outside—yet he couldn’t pinpoint the threat. His only priority now was to get Li Mucheng to safety.
"T-Teacher...?"
Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, the icy resentment in Li Mucheng’s heart melted slightly, as if a strong hand had pulled her back from the brink of an abyss.
"No time to explain, Mucheng. I’ll tell you later."
Holding her tightly, Ye Feng rushed toward her bedroom, shielding her with his body as much as possible.
After a flurry of movement, he gently placed her on the edge of the bed before turning to lock the bedroom door and draw the curtains. The sudden actions made Li Mucheng realize something, her pale cheeks gradually flushing with color.
Teacher... is he... is he going to...?!
Why? Why so sudden?
Is this his way of calming me down? No way! The matter with Su Yuxin can’t just be brushed aside like this!
At least... at least twice... no, three times! Yes! Three times!
As the alarm in Ye Feng’s mind faded, the tension in his chest finally eased.
"Phew..."
He exhaled deeply and slumped into a chair. Just as he was about to explain, he noticed Li Mucheng staring at him with an odd expression.
At first, he thought his actions had frightened her—until she patted the space beside her, clearly signaling for him to sit there.
"It’s fine, Mucheng. I’ll stay here."
"Teacher, are you sure about the chair? I may not have experience, but I’ll agree to anything as long as you don’t mind."
She blinked rapidly, as if trying to mask her shyness. But deep down, she knew—hesitation led nowhere. She was determined to take the first step.
"What are you talking about, Mucheng? What does the chair have to do with anything?"
Confused, Ye Feng watched as Li Mucheng smoothed her skirt and began untying the strap on her shoulder. Realizing things were escalating, he swiftly grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Mucheng! What are you doing?!"
"Oh my~ I didn’t expect Teacher to be so eager. If you’re taking the lead, then I’ll just wait for your move~"
She smirked, her cold yet alluring expression sending a shiver down Ye Feng’s spine. But with sheer willpower, he pushed aside his stray thoughts and sat beside her.
"Mucheng, you’ve misunderstood. As your teacher, how could I ever do something like that? Don’t joke like this again, understand?"
"......"
Li Mucheng’s expression darkened instantly. Her hands clenched the bedsheet, her resentment reaching its peak.
"Teacher... do you think toying with me is fun?"
"Huh? I’m not toying with you. Just listen—"
"Enough! I don’t want to hear another word from you! I’ve had enough!"
Her sharp cry cut him off. She had no patience left for negotiations.
"Mucheng..."
Seeing her unstable emotions, Ye Feng’s chest tightened. After all, Li Mucheng was the first girl he’d met in this world—and in a way, he owed his life to her. Watching her like this pained him.
In that moment of hesitation, Li Mucheng suddenly lunged at him.
......
The sensation of her soft body crashing into him left Ye Feng frozen. Normally, he would’ve pushed her away—but an inexplicable sense of foreboding held him back.
Noticing his lack of resistance, Li Mucheng discreetly retracted the stun gun from her sleeve, closing her eyes as she savored his warmth.
"Mucheng."
"Mhm."
Hearing her calmer tone, Ye Feng finally spoke softly.
"Will you listen to my explanation now?"
"......"
After a pause, Li Mucheng nuzzled deeper into his chest, as if searching for comfort.
"Fine."

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?"

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”