“Mmm...”
“Hah...”
“Mwuah... gulp...”
Amidst the intense atmosphere of their kiss, Li Mucheng felt her mind growing hazy, as if she had stumbled into a stiflingly hot sauna.
“Tea... teacher...”
Hearing Li Mucheng’s seductive, breathless voice, Ye Feng sensed something was off but still whispered hesitantly, “Wh-what’s wrong, Mucheng? Are you feeling unwell? Should we stop...?”
“N-no... that’s not what I meant... I meant it’s too... ngh...”
Li Mucheng cut herself off mid-mumble, suddenly realizing the indecent words she was about to utter. Flustered, she covered her face with both hands and blurted out,
“Forget it! P-please forget what I just said, Teacher!”
“I never knew you had such a cute side too, Mucheng...”
“Stop talking!”
Ye Feng’s words were the final straw, utterly shredding the last remnants of Li Mucheng’s embarrassment. Her hands slowly slid down from her face, revealing eyes that had faintly taken on a heart-shaped glint.
Oh no.
Seeing Li Mucheng’s expression, Ye Feng instinctively tried to push her away to snap her out of it—but it was too late.
“Tea... teacher, I... I love you.”
Li Mucheng leaned down, nuzzling her face against Ye Feng’s neck while peppering it with kisses. Her actions stirred something deep within him, an itch akin to a cat’s claws teasing at his heart.
How... how is Mucheng so skilled at this? It’s like she’s doing it all on instinct.
Perhaps noticing Ye Feng’s puzzled look, Li Mucheng blinked playfully before whispering into his ear, “Teacher must be wondering how I know so much, right?”
“N-no! I wasn’t thinking that at all. Don’t go assuming things, Mucheng.”
“My, how dishonest Teacher’s mouth is~”
As if the mood had reached its peak, Li Mucheng propped herself up against Ye Feng’s chest, poking his cheek teasingly before adding,
“But I love stubborn Teachers like you too. As for these skills... I learned them all from my phone.”
“Huh? From your phone?”
“Mhm~ Just a few taps on the screen, and I knew exactly how to make Teacher happy during our... interactions.”
Li Mucheng moistened her lips, then looped her arms around Ye Feng’s neck, pressing herself against him.
“So... how does Teacher rate my service?”
“Ahem... i-it’s excellent, of course.”
“Hehe, there’s even better to come. Let me show you everything~”
With that, Li Mucheng slipped a hand under the pillow, pulling out a small, square packet the next second.
“Mu-Mucheng, you—!”
The moment Ye Feng saw the little square in her hand, he realized why she had been hiding her hands behind her back earlier—she had come prepared from the very beginning.
“No need to be so flustered, Teacher~ Just leave the rest... to me.”
Li Mucheng began tying up her hair, and under Ye Feng’s stunned gaze, the unforgettable night began...
All Ye Feng vaguely remembered was how endlessly long the night felt. Only when dawn’s first light crept in did he finally close his eyes.
......
“Achoo!”
Ye Feng woke with a sneeze early the next morning. A chill ran through him, and when he opened his eyes, he found his blanket had been stolen by Li Mucheng, who was curled up beside him.
“No wonder I’m freezing...”
He sniffled, the air still thick with Li Mucheng’s scent, which inevitably brought back memories of the previous night. Even he couldn’t help but blush.
Last night... had been far, far too much.
“Mucheng?”
Ye Feng gently shook her shoulder, trying to rouse her. But Li Mucheng didn’t react at all until he gave her another, more insistent nudge. Only then did she mumble drowsily,
“Teacher... no more... let me rest... I admit defeat...”
“......”
Ye Feng smirked helplessly. The same Li Mucheng who had been so aggressive and relentless last night had now turned into a limp, exhausted mess. The contrast was almost laughable.
“What’s this? Weren’t you the one who insisted on ‘fighting until dawn’? And now you’re saying you’re wrong~?”
He poked her soft, smooth cheek teasingly. Maybe it was his imagination, but after last night, her skin seemed to glow even more radiantly, like flowers nourished by spring rain.
“Mmmph! Stop teasing, Teacher... I just want to sleep...”
Li Mucheng barely cracked her eyes open, her entire body devoid of strength. Even her words came out in slow, disjointed murmurs.
“Fine, rest well today. I should get going soon. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
“Mm... be safe, Teacher.”
“Yeah.”
Ye Feng ruffled her bun-style hair before heading to the bathroom. It looked like he’d have to switch rooms when returning to the estate tonight—the current one could only be described as a complete wreck.
“Ngh...”
Hearing Ye Feng’s footsteps fade, Li Mucheng weakly shifted her body, settling into the spot where he had slept. A content smile graced her lips, though she still muttered under her breath,
“I thought men had long cooldowns... Why is Teacher different? Sure, it was amazing and intoxicating... but my body feels like it’s falling apart...”
“Ugh... is this what they mean by ‘hurts so good’?”
......
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
“Young Miss, everything is ready. We’re just waiting for your order.”
A tall man in a black suit and sunglasses bowed respectfully before Su Yuxin, who was dressed in an adorable light-yellow princess dress, her makeup subtle yet charming.
“Good. The moment Brother Ye Feng steps inside, seal off every entrance. Not even a fly gets through. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Once the bodyguard left, Su Yuxin twirled in her dress, hugging a strawberry plushie as a faint smile curled on her lips.
“At last... the day has finally come. Brother Ye Feng is mine—no one can take him away!”
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.”
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?"
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?!
'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.
