【Gu Luo: What's up, Ximan?】
For some reason, Gu Luo felt an inexplicable twinge of guilt in his heart.
It was like being caught red-handed by his girlfriend while flirting with another girl.
【Gu Ximan: Hmph hmph, remember to write a 1,000-word reflection later!】
【Gu Ximan: [Photo]...】
This time, Gu Ximan sent several artistic photos.
The first one was another catgirl picture, with cool tea-brown twin tails casually draped over her shoulders.
It perfectly revealed her slender waist, exuding a unique kind of sensuality.
Next were photos in a Lolita-style dress, with layers of lace skirts blooming like flowers, adorned with puffy sleeves and delicate bows, radiating sweetness.
Gu Ximan’s leg lines were equally flawless, their curves showcased vividly in the photos.
Compared to Lu Xuexue’s cuteness, Gu Ximan’s sexiness and liveliness stood out even more.
Gu Luo looked at these two completely different styles of photos, feeling a peculiar ripple in his heart.
One soft and adorable, the other cute yet sexy.
Perfect, absolutely perfect.
After admiring them for a while, he typed:
【Gu Luo: Wow, these are all seriously stunning!】
【Gu Luo: Quoting [Photo]1: The vibe in this one...】
【Gu Luo: Quoting [Photo]2: The expression is just... wow...】
【Gu Luo: Quoting [Photo]...: ...】
Unlike with Lu Xuexue, Gu Luo gave detailed comments on every single one of Gu Ximan’s artistic photos.
And by "comments," it was essentially an unrestrained stream of praise.
Of course, given Gu Ximan’s striking looks and enviable figure, any one of these photos alone could leave anyone mesmerized.
Every word he said was genuine.
He made sure to pour on the emotional validation.
【Gu Ximan: Hmph hmph! At least my dumb big brother has some taste.】
After being showered with compliments, Gu Ximan was clearly in high spirits, her words brimming with unconcealed delight.
【Gu Luo: Every word came straight from the heart, honest truth.】
Gu Luo initially considered praising Gu Ximan’s photography skills and casually mentioning how nice Lu Xuexue’s photos were too.
But after some thought, he decided against it.
Praising one little sister in front of another just wasn’t a good idea.
Besides, Ximan had a jealous streak—she might just storm over and pummel him with her "Ximan Fists" the next second.
Sure, her punches felt like a massage, but it was best not to provoke the little tyrant.
Moreover, Ximan hadn’t even brought up Lu Xuexue’s photos. Since she didn’t mention them, he shouldn’t either.
This was the art of sister management (a.k.a. survival).
And so, Gu Luo kept chatting with both Lu Xuexue and Gu Ximan, showering both little sisters with endless praise.
A few times, he nearly sent the wrong message to the wrong person, his heart leaping into his throat.
For some reason, Gu Luo couldn’t shake the feeling that he was turning into a bit of a playboy.
But upon reflection, wasn’t this just normal conversation with his sisters?
Probably just lingering side effects from spending time with the little angel, the little devil, and the others.
After another ten minutes, he finally managed to leave both sisters in cheerful moods, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Right now, he really wanted to be a businessman negotiating a multi-million-dollar deal.
This night had been way too much.
First, the little devil Shu He pranced around in a black lace nightgown, her snow-white legs swaying distractingly, even sharing the same cup of water with him.
Then, the little angel Shu Ning clung to him like a koala the entire time.
Add to that the sexy and adorable artistic photos sent by the tsundere Ximan and the shy Xuexue.
Honestly, it was a miracle he’d held out this long.
Afraid of another ambush by the little devil, Gu Luo decided to wait until after midnight to use the bathroom.
Locking the door was pointless against Shu He—she had a key.
If she caught him in the act, she’d have him wrapped around her finger forever.
......
Tuesday.
12:01 AM.
Gu Luo peeked out of his room like a thief, cautiously scanning the pitch-black hallway for any movement.
All clear.
Hunched over, he tiptoed toward the bathroom, each step oozing guilt.
He pushed open the door, turned on the light, and flipped the exhaust fan switch.
Commit to the act—sell the lie to yourself first.
He was just here for a bathroom break.
Yep, that was all.
Next, he pulled out his phone and muted the volume.
As everyone knows, Japan has its "four no-sprays."
Music, movies, anime.
Thirty-four minutes and fifty-two seconds later...
Being the cleanliness freak he was, Gu Luo meticulously scrubbed every inch of the toilet before flushing.
Refreshed, he stretched lazily, turned off the exhaust fan, and stepped out—only to lock eyes with a pair of bright, amused ones.
"Ah—!"
Gu Luo stumbled back in shock, slamming against the wall, completely frozen.
Shu He sat elegantly on a stool she’d dragged from the living room, one leg crossed over the other, chin resting on her hand, watching him like he was a circus act.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Shu He... do you know how dangerous it is to scare people like that?"
Gu Luo clutched his pounding chest, his soul nearly leaving his body.
It was the middle of the night!
"I was just waiting for the bathroom."
"There’s one on the first floor too."
"I prefer the second floor."
"You..."
Rubbing his temples, Gu Luo sighed. "You’re just lazy. Or not that desperate..."
"So, what was big brother doing in there just now?" Shu He straightened slightly, swinging her legs playfully.
"In the bathroom? Obviously using the toilet. What else would I be doing?" Gu Luo replied matter-of-factly, face unflinching, tone full of conviction.
He’d gone through the whole routine.
No way she could call him out.
"Ohhh~" Shu He drew out the word, then tapped her phone screen. "I started waiting at 12:04. So you were in there for at least half an hour."
"Thirty minutes, and your legs didn’t go numb at all?"
She paused, glancing down meaningfully.
"Tsk. Not bad, I guess."
Her gaze seemed to linger on his legs—or maybe not just his legs.
Hearing her razor-sharp analysis, Gu Luo’s scalp prickled, his face burning instantly.
......
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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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
