"Mmwah~"
A soft sound escaped near Ye Feng's lips, but after just a moment, Shen Mengli pulled back shyly and nestled against his chest, murmuring under her breath.
"There... are you satisfied now, Feng...?"
"Huh? That’s it?"
Clearly, Shen Mengli’s timid gesture left Ye Feng unimpressed. He gently lifted her chin with one hand.
"I don’t feel satisfied at all."
With a teasing grin, he pinched her cheek lightly before whispering into her ear.
"Does Mengli’s love for me only amount to this much?"
"N-no... that’s not true! I love you so much..."
"Then why did you only give me a peck? Seems like you don’t love me at all."
Faced with Ye Feng’s provocation, Shen Mengli nearly shook her head in a panic, terrified he might doubt her feelings. But then she noticed—despite his stern words, the playful smile never left his face. Realization dawned on her: this was all a ploy to make her take the lead.
"Feng~! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! You just want me to take the initiative, don’t you?"
Caught red-handed, Ye Feng didn’t bother hiding it. After a brief pause, he nodded.
"Exactly. I prefer it when Mengli’s the bold one~"
"Mmm..."
His blunt honesty left Shen Mengli speechless. After hesitating for a long moment, she finally propped herself up on his arms and slowly sat up.
"Splash—"
The sound of water rippling filled the quiet bathroom as Shen Mengli rose. Under the hazy glow of the lights, her delicate figure was illuminated, and Ye Feng’s pupils constricted in awe.
"Mengli... you’re so beautiful..."
"Idiot... saying something like that now... it’s embarrassing!"
She shot him a sultry glance, one hand pressed against her chest as if to steady her racing heart. After taking a deep breath, she spoke slowly, as though steeling herself.
"I... I’m ready."
The words seemed more for herself than for him.
"Splash—"
Water lapped against Ye Feng’s chest as a shadow fell over his vision—followed by the tender press of soft lips.
"Hnng..."
Shen Mengli poured all her strength into that kiss, collapsing into Ye Feng’s arms moments later. Yet her lips remained locked onto his, refusing to part.
"Mmm..."
Ye Feng stroked her silvery hair gently, while her scorching breaths fanned against his skin, igniting a restless heat in his chest.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly before Shen Mengli finally pulled away. Dizziness washed over her, and she slumped against Ye Feng’s shoulder.
"Haah... haah..."
Watching her gasp for air, Ye Feng patted her back apologetically. "You okay, Mengli? Sorry for making you go that far—"
Before he could finish, her lips sealed his again. To his shock, the shy, flustered Shen Mengli was gone—replaced by a woman burning with desire, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.
"Mmwah... heh..."
"M-Mengli?!"
Ye Feng’s eyes widened as he stared at her sudden transformation.
Is this really the same Mengli I know? Since when did she become so... aggressive?
Just as he was about to stop her fervent advances, a white cloth draped over his face.
Wait—a cloth? Don’t tell me Mengli is—!
The faint scent of her lingered on the fabric. As Ye Feng reached to pull it away, Shen Mengli pinned his hands down, her warm breath tickling his ear.
"No touching~ This is my time now~"
With that, she guided his hands back into the bathtub. The sound of splashing water filled the room as darkness swallowed the world outside...
"Achoo!"
Ye Feng stood on the balcony in a thin T-shirt, his mind replaying everything that had just happened. After such an intense encounter, he’d expected to shower together—only for Shen Mengli to purr in a sultry voice:
"You go ahead, Feng~ Our night together has only just begun~"
What kind of monster have I awakened?!
A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the look in her eyes. Beneath the overwhelming love was something else—a chilling intensity he’d never seen in her before. Or perhaps...
He’d simply never unleashed it. If she truly embraced that side of herself, the consequences would be... catastrophic.
"Ding."
The sudden chime of the system snapped him out of his thoughts. Though puzzled, he quickly pulled up the interface—after all, it had been silent for so long.
But when the system panel materialized before him, the brief message made his eyes widen in disbelief.
[Collection Unlocked: "The Shadowed One" — Shen Mengli]
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?"
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
