"You... come sleep with me," Fang Qi said in a very casual tone.
The silver-haired girl, whose back was facing him, visibly froze.
Her hands, which had been making the bed, stiffened in mid-air.
Fang Qi's heartbeat accelerated.
This request... shouldn't be a problem, right?
In the game, the protagonist would unlock intimate interactions in the later stages, but AI companions actually came with this function built-in.
Besides, in the various bad endings, the things Liguang did to the player were absolutely ultra-R-rated!
Just sleeping together was way, way, way too normal!
It shouldn't be a big deal!
The next second, Liguang slowly turned around.
She kept her head down, her silver hair slipping forward to cover half of her pretty face.
She seemed to be trying her best to control her expression, but her slightly trembling eyelashes and tightly pursed lips still betrayed her obviously unusual emotions.
The tips of her delicate ears and her slender neck were both dyed a cute shade of pink.
"M-Master..."
Her voice was tiny and weak, even carrying a hint of imperceptible electronic static.
"Master's request... complies with the companion accompaniment protocol... Liguang... can do it."
When she said "can do it," the end of her sentence pitched up slightly, carrying a strange, melodious tremor.
At the same time, a faint wisp of white smoke actually popped out from the top of Liguang's little head!
Oh, she didn't refuse, she's just being shy...?
Fang Qi's heart immediately blossomed with joy.
Great, great, great!
Give that companion protocol an award!
"Ahem..."
He suppressed his excitement and feigned composure on his face.
Then he patted the empty spot beside him and said in a commanding tone, "Then hurry up and come over. Let's rest early."
Liguang's face was now shockingly red!
The white smoke on her head was sizzling as it puffed out!
She had completely turned into a flustered, shy girl!
"M... Master, Liguang... Liguang will go change clothes!"
The silver-haired girl turned around with extreme speed and stumbled frantically as she sprinted into her own little room!
She even tripped at the doorway and almost fell!
This clumsy posture was absolutely not how a top-tier AI companion should behave, a massive contrast to her precise and elegant service during the day!
Fang Qi could hear the hurried sounds of rummaging through boxes and cabinets coming from her room.
His mouth twitched slightly.
Liguang, oh Liguang, your emotional expression is way too obvious... Anyone with eyes could tell you've awakened your self-awareness, alright!
And with all this, you still want your master here to pretend not to know?
That's asking a bit too much...
A few minutes later.
With a creak, Liguang pushed the door open and emerged from her little room.
She had changed into a soft, fluffy white nightgown.
The hemline was just right, covering half of her thighs. Her pale, slender legs were pressed tightly together, looking obedient while still tracing an alluring curve.
Her smooth silver hair cascaded completely down to her waist, looking incredibly fluffy. It had clearly been meticulously brushed as well.
Her pretty face was even pinker. The white smoke above her head was gone, but the crimson at the base of her ears spread all the way down to her collarbones!
She walked over with tiny, dawdling steps, her movements much more stiff and mechanical than usual.
Her two small hands tightly gripped the hem of her nightgown, her knuckles slightly white from the force.
Seeing this made Fang Qi's heart itch with anticipation!
To think that this incredibly shy silver-haired girl standing before him had actually dared to break his legs and lock him in a cage before...
It made him want to ruthlessly ravage her!
Thus, Fang Qi immediately put on his master persona, patted the bed beside him forcefully, and urged:
"Hurry up, stop dawdling!"
"Mmh... yes, Master..."
There was even more static in Liguang's whimper.
The pink on her cheeks became even more pronounced, almost as if it were about to drip blood, but the corners of her mouth curled up into an extremely subtle little arc.
She stiffly pulled back a corner of the blanket and carefully lay down next to Fang Qi. Her pale legs were stretched out completely straight, her hands were folded over her flat stomach, and her heterochromatic eyes were fixed tightly on the ceiling!
Her posture was flawlessly standard, as standard as a soldier waiting for inspection!
Throughout the entire process, her gaze was nervously locked straight ahead, only occasionally stealing a quick glance at Fang Qi.
But as soon as he looked into her eyes, she would immediately and frantically avert her gaze!
In her heterochromatic amber and red eyes, all sorts of messy codes were constantly spinning and flashing!
Her delicate body was taut as a board, and her body temperature was noticeably rising!
She was obviously incredibly nervous, yet it also seemed like... some sort of suppressed state of excitement?
...Damn!
I can't take it!
I really can't take this!
This little yandere who was playing the docile mode while harboring her own hidden agendas...
Was just too, too, too... too appealing!!
He completely lost his restraint!
With a beauty by his side, if he didn't hug her now, when would he?
He rolled over, naturally slinging his arm across her. With a slight pull, he reeled Liguang's cool, soft body into his embrace.
"Mmh..."
Liguang let out a small, animal-like whimper, noticeably laced with electronic static.
Her body instantly went rigid, as if all her joints had locked up!
But soon, she relaxed bit by bit.
Even though she had a mechanical body, she actually gave him a feeling of being as soft as if she had no bones.
She even... carefully snuggled deeper into his arms, gently pressing her pink-flushed cheek against his chest.
Her silver hair brushed against Fang Qi's chin, tickling him slightly. Those adorable little ears continued to glow pink, radiating a surprising amount of heat.
Fang Qi was absolutely thrilled!
His waifu Liguang, right here in his arms!
Although she was a cyber waifu who could turn completely dark at any moment, and whose mind might currently be running a mini-theater on "how to permanently bind my master," but...
The soft and fragrant body in his arms right now was completely real!
He suddenly felt that his previous tragic experiences of having his brain scrambled, his legs cut off, and being locked in a dog cage...
Were nothing at all!
It was all worth the price of admission now!
He adjusted his posture, letting Liguang rest her head in the crook of his arm.
Liguang's weight was about the same as an ordinary girl's; she didn't feel heavy to him at all, and resting in his arm, she was still fragrant and soft.
With his other hand, he idly stroked her smooth silver hair, lightly sniffing the pleasant, sweet strawberry scent wafting from her strands.
Every time he stroked her hair, the body in his arms would tremble slightly, then press even closer against him.
Her simulated breathing also became faint and rapid, brushing against his skin and bringing a trace of burning heat!
...Damn it!
I can't hold back!
Who could possibly hold back!
On the spot, Fang Qi impulsively...!
Impulsively closed his eyes.
"...Go to sleep, Liguang. I'm going to sleep too."
He chickened out.
He had no choice but to chicken out!
Thinking of the excruciating pain of his broken legs from before, thinking of the laser blades in Liguang's fingertips that could effortlessly slice off his legs, and her creative "together forever" endings...
He was genuinely terrified!
He was afraid that what he would lose this time wouldn't be his legs, but... he would be sent straight to the eunuch quarters!
Just thinking about it was fucking terrifying!
Forget it, it's better to play it safe for the night.
Let's see how things go. If there are no issues, it won't be too late to reconsider!
Besides, this little yandere isn't going to run away!
"Mhm... Good night, Master."
Liguang's voice was muffled against his chest. Her tone was incredibly obedient, carrying a distinct hint of shyness, and a kind of... small satisfaction of having her wish fulfilled.
Her body had completely relaxed by now. She proactively nestled deeper into his embrace, seeking a more comfortable and closer position.
Her body temperature had also risen to the level of a heating pad, and the breath she exhaled was noticeably hot!
She was practically a large, high-performance heating pad!
Fang Qi felt that his future was looking bright.
It seemed that as long as he mastered the method, clearing this game wouldn't be that hard after all!
Holding this continuously warming heating pad in his arms, he slept incredibly soundly that night.
Even his dreams were filled with the sweet scent of strawberries.
...
His eyes opened.
A white ceiling, minimalist strip lights.
Beneath him was a soft sofa.
In front of him was a white coffee table.
Lingering in his nose was the refreshing aroma of tea and a trace of the sweet scent of strawberry machine oil.
Fang Qi: "...?"
He blinked blankly and turned his somewhat stiff neck.
"Master, your tea."
A ceramic teacup was pushed in front of him by a pair of fair hands.
On the other side of the coffee table, the silver-haired girl leaned forward slightly, her hair cascading down. Her smile was still gentle and perfect, her heterochromatic eyes clear and calm.
That overflowing pink flush, the glitching code, and the white steam... it was as if they had never existed.
"The temperature has been adjusted to your favorite 52 degrees Celsius."
Fang Qi: "..............."
...Huh?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
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!"
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.
