"Ye Feng, how can you make it so hard for me to stay reserved?" Xie Yuyan blushed, unable to meet Ye Feng's gaze, her shy demeanor resembling a budding flower.
"Reserved? There's no need for that with me, Yuyan. Why put on an act between us?"
"Mmm... you're right." Seeing Ye Feng's complete lack of objection, Xie Yuyan felt the veil of restraint in her heart slowly unravel. She had initially believed that as their relationship matured, she needed to consider more—after all, as someone by Ye Feng's side, she had to temper her emotions. But when Ye Feng told her there was no need to dwell on trivial formalities, she finally cast aside her pretenses.
Suddenly, Xie Yuyan extended her slender arms, wrapping them around Ye Feng's neck. Her sapphire eyes, gleaming like dazzling gemstones, locked onto the one she loved.
"Ye Feng, if that's the case... then I’ll show you my true self~"
"Good, that’s the Yuyan I know. But we’re still outside—let’s not break decorum, alright?"
"Don’t worry, I know my limits~" Xie Yuyan licked her lips teasingly, closing the distance between them until their lips met in a deep kiss.
"Ye... Ye Feng... it’s finally my turn..."
"Do you know what my reaction was last night when I heard Mengli’s voice? Mwah~"
"Wh... what was it? Mmm..."
"From that moment, I swore... that when you were mine... gulp... I’d go all out... lick... completely lose myself."
"Alright, as long as it’s what you want, Yuyan, I’ll respond to you."
"See... Ye Feng, you’re the best~"
"Chu♡"
......
"Huh? Wh-what is this...?"
Li Mucheng stood frozen at the entrance of Ye Feng’s room, swallowing hard as she took in the chaotic scene before her.
After Shen Mengli finished lunch, Su Yuxin had pulled her aside for advice, leaving Li Mucheng alone in the manor. Initially, she had planned to call the maids for a thorough cleaning, but considering Ye Feng’s room might be... inconvenient for others to handle, she decided to tidy it up herself before his return.
Yet the moment she stepped inside, a familiar scent overwhelmed her senses.
Li Mucheng knew exactly what it meant. Even with her usual composure, she panicked, fleeing the room in a fluster. Pressing a hand to her chest, she gasped for fresh air.
"This... this is too much! Doesn’t Teacher realize he’ll ruin his health like this?"
Despite her scolding, her nose subtly twitched, inhaling the lingering traces of Ye Feng’s presence. Unbeknownst to her, his scent was like an intoxicating poison, eroding her rationality.
"Mmm... Teacher’s... Teacher’s scent..."
Fortunately, Li Mucheng’s willpower held firm. Shaking her head to dispel the haze, she took a few fearful steps back from the room—a place that now seemed designed to unravel her mind.
"Wh-what should I do...? Should I even go in and clean?"
Biting her lower lip, she hesitated before finally stepping forward. Perhaps her heart had already made the decision long ago.
"Ex... excuse me..."
The moment she re-entered, her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
It’s... it’s everywhere... Teacher’s scent is everywhere.
N-no! If I stay any longer, I’ll lose control...
Li Mucheng shook her head violently, trying to purge the intrusive thoughts. But excitement surged through her veins, pulling her deeper into the sinful atmosphere—until a small hand suddenly gripped her shoulder.
"Who’s there?!"
Startled, she spun around to find Shen Mengli standing behind her.
"M-Mengli? What are you—where’s Yuxin?"
"She’s napping in her room. We chatted for a bit, and then I came here."
Shen Mengli guided Li Mucheng out, though her eyes flickered curiously toward the room.
Did Mucheng discover something? But I made sure to clean up all the plastic bags... unless I missed something?
Frowning slightly, Shen Mengli wasn’t sure what to say—but Li Mucheng’s expression didn’t seem to match her suspicions.
"M-Mucheng, what’s wrong?"
"Mengli... I... I..."
Li Mucheng stammered, unsure how to explain her turmoil.
"I just wanted to help clean Teacher’s room, but... I couldn’t bring myself to go in."
"Oh, is that all? Don’t trouble yourself with it. It was my fault—Ye Feng and I made a mess last night. I’ll handle it."
"But your condition..."
"I’ve recovered a lot, thanks to your care. Really, I’ve got this."
"O-okay... but call me if you need anything."
Though relieved, Li Mucheng couldn’t help feeling a pang of disappointment as she glanced back at the room.
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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?"
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.”
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
