(Regarding the psychological suggestion plot point, I made up some of it as I'm not a psychology expert myself. It's purely for the story's needs, so it may not be entirely accurate. If you're reading this part, please don't be too critical about these details - the drugs and psychological suggestions are just plot devices used for the two female leads to capture the male lead.)
Mo Xuan found it surprising that he seemed... to have become unusually compliant with her wishes.
But Luo Shiya in his arms seemed even more elated, tightly embracing Mo Xuan's neck and deepening the kiss. Mo Xuan's breath felt as if it had been stolen away, and he could only smell the pleasant perfume on Luo Shiya's body.
"I'm sorry, Xuan, I love you..."
As the kiss ended, Luo Shiya's eyes were misty, her voice soft. Mo Xuan's mind went blank, and when he heard Luo Shiya say she loved him, he initiated another kiss.
Gradually, the two slid down against the wall. Mo Xuan realized for the first time that Luo Shiya, who appeared cold and unapproachable to others but was as gentle as a sister to him, could be so passionate. She held his head tightly, as if wanting to merge him into her very bones, to devour him completely.
"I love you, Xuan..." Luo Shiya breathed heavily, whispering in Mo Xuan's ear. "Don't leave me, never leave me..."
"Shiya, I..."
Before Mo Xuan could answer, Luo Shiya kissed him again. A faint taste of blood slowly entered his mouth - someone's lip had split, but Luo Shiya paid no attention to it. It seemed nothing else mattered to her except the man before her.
She wanted everything of his - body and soul, she wanted to claim it all for herself!
After a long while, Luo Shiya finally separated from Mo Xuan. She caressed his reddened lips, stained with lipstick, and smiled slightly: "You finally willingly embraced me..."
"Shiya, I, I..." Mo Xuan looked at the woman before him with confused eyes. "Why me? I'm not worthy of you..."
"If I say you're worthy, then you are." Luo Shiya gently pulled Mo Xuan's head to her chest. "Don't think about these things, think about Wei'er, think about Xue'er. Xuan, you... were destined to be mine and Muqi's..."
"Muqi?"
Mo Xuan suddenly seemed to have an awakening and struggled to leave, but Luo Shiya appeared to have anticipated this and held him tightly, refusing to let go.
"Don't think about it, isn't this good enough?" Luo Shiya held him firmly, burying his face in her chest. "Xuan, don't think too much. You just need to remember that you're the children's father, you're our man..."
"No, I, I can't breathe!"
Luo Shiya's embrace was truly becoming life-threatening.
Luo Shiya quickly released Mo Xuan's head. After just a few breaths, she seemed addicted and kissed him again. At this moment, Mo Xuan's phone rang. While kissing him, Luo Shiya pulled out his phone - another unknown number.
"Shiya, I need to answer the phone..."
Finally able to catch his breath, but Luo Shiya didn't give him the chance, kissing him again while sliding to answer the call, deliberately putting it on speaker.
"Mo Xuan, it's me." Su Yanran's tired voice came through. "It's been a long time... can we meet?"
Hearing Su Yanran's voice, Mo Xuan was surprised, but Luo Shiya immediately spoke: "We're in the middle of kissing, Miss Su. Did you forget what I told you yesterday?"
"You again?" Su Yanran's voice rose several octaves as if she'd been struck in a sore spot. "Who exactly are you? Let Mo Xuan answer the phone!"
Just as Mo Xuan was about to speak, Luo Shiya kissed him again, even more passionately and frantically than before.
After the kiss ended, Luo Shiya saw the ended call and smiled, then gently caressed Mo Xuan's face with the phone: "What, want to get back together with her?"
"No!" Mo Xuan shook his head quickly. "I'm just curious why she would contact me?"
"You're not allowed to be curious. From now on, you can only be curious about me and my sister." Luo Shiya licked her lips as if still unsatisfied. "Let's go back. We can buy the sake later."
...So, she just came out to do this? Mo Xuan sighed, allowing Luo Shiya to domineeringly pull him out of the private room.
Unexpectedly, they ran into Luo Muqi, who immediately darkened upon seeing her sister and Mo Xuan's reddened lips.
"Sister, what's wrong?" Luo Shiya asked, feigning ignorance. "Why so angry?"
Luo Muqi shot Luo Shiya a fierce glare, then grabbed Mo Xuan's hand and left, while Luo Shiya simply adjusted her clothes and returned to their private room with a smile.
"Muqi, let me explain..."
The familiar private room, the familiar wall, but this time it was a different person sitting on his lap, like a greedy beast, frantically kissing Mo Xuan's face and lips.
Mo Xuan didn't know what had come over him. He hadn't resisted Luo Shiya, and with Luo Muqi... he just let her do as she pleased.
He felt this wasn't right, but there seemed to be a voice in his mind telling him not to reject them, that they were the ones who loved him most, that he shouldn't reject their affection.
"Brother, you're going to be the death of me..."
Luo Muqi's hands wandered restlessly under Mo Xuan's clothes, touching his skin. Mo Xuan's body stiffened slightly.
Just then, Mo Xuan's phone rang again - it was Su Yanran. As soon as Mo Xuan took out his phone, Luo Muqi snatched it away and answered.
"Mo Xuan, is it you this time?"
"No, I'm like my sister." Luo Muqi laughed like a mischievous little devil, though her eyes blazed with intensity. "Oh, I misspoke, but it doesn't matter now. Are you sure you want to keep listening?"
Luo Muqi hung up directly, then looked at Mo Xuan with a mocking smile: "Brother, you're being a bit greedy..."
"...I didn't even get to say a word, I... mmph... Muqi, my lips are going to be ruined..."
Luo Muqi ignored Mo Xuan's words and instead kissed him domineeringly...
At that moment, in her office, Su Yanran's phone slowly slipped from her hand. It wasn't the same person, and the voice sounded like someone around her age.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
Su Yanran's newly bought phone was thrown again. Amidst her grief, there was more of a feeling of humiliation.
What did they take her for? A part of their play, or a stimulant? Deliberately answering the phone to excite themselves by tormenting her?
What was even more unacceptable was that Mo Xuan had others by his side!
"Mo Xuan, do you have to punish me like this?"
Su Yanran lay on her office desk, her suppressed sobs echoing. After a long while, she suddenly stood up, hastily wiping the tears from her face.
"Mo Xuan, you're mine, I won't give up!"
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?"
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...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
