Time flew by, and before they knew it, the afternoon had arrived.
On the large bed,
Lu Xuexue lay flat on her back, her cheeks flushed as she scrolled through her phone, browsing through intimate photos of themselves in various embarrassing poses.
Gu Ximan rested her head on Lu Xuexue’s shoulder, her cool tea-brown hair tangling around the other girl’s collarbone as she wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. "Xuexue, we’re really going to be family now~~~"
Hearing this, Lu Xuexue’s face turned even redder, but she still managed a sweet smile and nodded. "Mhm, I can’t believe Brother Gu actually agreed."
"That’s because we worked so well together. And during the photoshoot, didn’t that jerk Gu Luo keep sneaking glances at our legs? How brilliant was my beauty trap?" Gu Ximan raised an eyebrow, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles along Lu Xuexue’s slender waist.
"Brilliant."
The memory of the photoshoot made Lu Xuexue’s face burn hotter.
The bold plan Gu Ximan had proposed while they were changing in the bathroom was still fresh in her mind—twin tails, white stockings, the alluring pose of their legs intertwined, and the way they deliberately brought their slender legs closer to the camera.
If they were going to take photos, they might as well push the boundaries.
No normal guy could resist that.
"So... does that mean we’re Brother Gu’s girlfriends now?" Lu Xuexue bit her lower lip lightly, her voice soft but brimming with barely concealed anticipation.
"Well... for now, I guess so."
Gu Ximan thought for a moment, sounding a little uncertain. "But even though that jerk Gu Luo agreed, he also said there’s no need to spell things out too clearly—those who get it, get it. He probably wants to let things settle first."
"Mhm, I’m already so happy that Brother Gu agreed. Ximan, we can take it slow." Lu Xuexue paused, then suddenly blushed and whispered shyly,
"...Ximan, I need to confess something."
"Huh? What is it?"
Gu Ximan turned her face, her nose almost brushing against Lu Xuexue’s flushed cheek.
"It’s just... just..." Lu Xuexue’s face was so red it looked like it might drip blood as she leaned closer to Gu Ximan’s ear and murmured in embarrassment, "Last night... Brother Gu touched my... you know..."
"What?! That... that pervert!" Gu Ximan immediately puffed up her cheeks in indignation. Who would’ve thought that Gu Luo, who seemed so proper, was actually a wolf in disguise?
Not only had he touched her, but he’d also gone after little Xuexue.
And this was only their first night sleeping together.
If they ended up living together, wouldn’t he devour them both alive?
And so, the two beauties curled up on the bed, whispering secrets back and forth, their conversation never straying far from Gu Luo.
As they chatted, Gu Ximan suddenly recalled the dream she’d had the night before.
A wave of heat surged through her body.
Her throat tightened, and her heartbeat sped up uncontrollably.
"Huh? Ximan, what’s wrong?"
Since they were pressed so closely together, Lu Xuexue quickly noticed the change. The skin where they touched burned with unmistakable warmth.
Hearing Lu Xuexue’s soft, sweet voice, Gu Ximan suddenly laughed.
The girl’s skin carried a faint milky fragrance, making her instinctively lean in for a deeper whiff.
"Xuexue, you smell so good."
"......"
Lu Xuexue blinked her dewy eyes and mentioned that the shower gel at home had strong lingering fragrance.
Gu Ximan hugged her tighter.
"What’s up, Ximan...?"
"Nothing~"
A few minutes later,
Gu Ximan quickly realized something was off.
There was no feeling.
None of the sensations from her dream.
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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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
