"Eh? Again tonight?"
Ye Feng looked at Li Mucheng, who was wearing thin pajamas, and asked in confusion. If it had been the rainy day, he wouldn't have questioned it, but today’s weather wasn’t dangerous like yesterday. Yet here she was, standing at his door, asking to sleep with him.
"N-no... is it not okay, Teacher?"
Li Mucheng lowered her head, putting on a pitiful expression as she avoided Ye Feng’s gaze. But her feet, planted at the doorway, were inching forward into the room. What puzzled Ye Feng the most was how she kept her hands behind her back, as if clutching something.
Ye Feng glanced out the window before speaking. "But Mucheng, it’s not raining or thundering tonight. Besides, this is the guest room—since when does the host sleep in the guest room?"
"T-then... then come sleep in my room!"
"That’s not the issue here!"
Ye Feng pressed a finger firmly against Li Mucheng’s forehead, his tone stern. "What happened yesterday was an exception. Mucheng, you should go back to your own room and sleep. I have plans tomorrow."
Just as Li Mucheng, realizing her little scheme had failed, was about to leave dejectedly, she froze upon hearing Ye Feng mention his plans. She lifted her head, locking eyes with him.
Under the intensity of her gaze, Ye Feng instinctively took a step back, stammering, "M-Mucheng, what are you...? Whatever it is, can we talk about it after I get back?"
"Teacher, you’re always like this!"
Li Mucheng stepped forward, crossing the threshold into his room. With every step Ye Feng retreated, she advanced, leaving him no space to escape.
"Time doesn’t wait for anyone! There’s no such thing as ‘later’—if we keep dragging things out, it’ll be too late!"
"Uh..."
Cornered against the wall, Ye Feng braced his hands in front of him, watching as Li Mucheng’s expression darkened. "Mucheng, calm down, okay? I’m not pushing you away. It’s just... sharing a room right now is still too soon..."
Thud.
Before he could finish, Li Mucheng turned and shut the door behind her. Without another glance, she marched straight to his bed, completely ignoring his protests. Then, under his stunned gaze, she yanked the covers back and dove beneath them.
"Huh? M-Mucheng, you—"
"Mmmph..."
Muffled noises came from under the blanket before her voice finally cleared up.
"I... I don’t care! I’m sleeping here tonight. If Teacher doesn’t want to share the bed, then go sleep in my room!"
"......"
Hearing her words, Ye Feng knew she was dead set on staying. Even if he went to her room, she’d find some excuse to follow him.
"...Sigh."
With a resigned exhale, Ye Feng turned off the lights and slowly approached the bed. Sensing his movement, Li Mucheng peeked out from under the covers. Once she confirmed he was coming closer, she tucked something under the pillow before hiding again.
Rustle.
The moment Ye Feng lay down, Li Mucheng flung herself into his arms. Unfazed, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
"Eep... T-Teacher?"
Li Mucheng hadn’t expected him to be so receptive. Just as she thought this night would become one to cherish forever, Ye Feng spoke first:
"You can stay, but no moving around. Stay like this, got it?"
"Mm..."
"Don’t even try. Whatever ideas you have, drop them. I’m in full control tonight—mmph!"
Before he could finish, Li Mucheng sealed his lips with hers. Every time he tried to turn away, she followed, relentless, until a misstep finally let him gasp for air.
"Hah... Mucheng, stop! I have to go to the amusement park tomorrow."
Ignoring him, she tried to kiss him again, but this time, he overpowered her, pinning her down. Left with no choice, she resorted to words.
"I’m not messing around! I just... I just... I’m jealous!"
Her voice grew quieter, but Ye Feng caught every word. He never imagined the usually proud Li Mucheng would say something so vulnerable.
"W-what? Jealous?"
"N-no! I didn’t say that! Teacher, you misheard!"
Realizing she’d slipped up, Li Mucheng flushed crimson and began lightly pounding Ye Feng’s chest with her fists. When that didn’t work, she buried her face against him, refusing to move.
"......"
"Mucheng?"
"T-Teacher... I... I have a request. Will you grant it?"
Gulp.
Ye Feng swallowed hard. Something told him this "request" was trouble. Still, he asked, "What is it?"
"I... I want to give myself to you completely."
Her fair cheeks burned red as she whispered the words against him.
"Ahem... Mucheng, you’re just tired. Let’s just slee—"
"Teacher!"
In one swift motion, Li Mucheng flipped over, pressing down on him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath scorching against his skin.
"I love you. So... let me give myself to you, okay? Please... Let tonight be the night I become someone new. I want to make up for all the mistakes I’ve made with you."
"......"
Ye Feng wanted to refuse, but no words came out. Finally, he relaxed beneath her.
"Mucheng... Are you sure you won’t regret this? Even if someday I—"
"I won’t! I’ll stay by your side forever! So... please be gentle with me."
Her shy plea shattered the last of his resistance. With a heavy breath, he pulled her close.
"Heh... Teacher... I love you~"
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?"
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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.”
