Lin Xuan looked at the woman in front of him and gulped heavily.
He felt that Hua's figure was even more voluptuous than before.
Su Hua looked at Lin Xuan's reaction, a satisfied smile curving the corners of her lips.
"Do you like it, Ah Xuan?" Su Hua asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes."
Lin Xuan nodded.
There was probably no man in the world who could resist Hua's body.
Su Hua's eyes curved into crescents.
"Since Ah Xuan likes it, then enjoy it properly—"
Lin Xuan thought Su Hua's next move would be to lure him into bed.
To his surprise, Su Hua pressed her red lips to his ear, smiled faintly, and said, "This time, let me be the one tied up in chains, okay?"
Su Hua blew gently into Lin Xuan's ear.
Lin Xuan: !!!
Hua locked up in chains?
Why was he feeling a bit excited?
Click.
Click.
Su Hua put the chains on her ankles and also on her left wrist.
Only her right hand was left.
"I'll have to trouble Ah Xuan to help me lock up the remaining hand," Su Hua said with a curled lip.
With trembling hands, Lin Xuan fastened the chain onto Su Hua's right wrist.
Su Hua's skin was very fair.
The silver chains suited Su Hua surprisingly well.
Her pitch-black hair was spread out across the large bed.
She was only wearing a red nightgown that barely reached the top of her thighs.
It gave off a particularly decadent feeling.
Lin Xuan stared blankly.
Seeing Hua like this, he actually felt a sudden urge to ravage her like crazy.
He suddenly understood why Hua would get so excited every time she locked him up with chains.
Damn!
Anyone would get excited seeing this!
"Ah Xuan," Su Hua licked her lips.
"Come here, hmm?"
"I'm waiting for you."
Su Hua crooked a finger at Lin Xuan.
Enticed, Lin Xuan uncontrollably walked toward Su Hua step by step.
Waves of intimacy surged through the bedroom.
Seduced by the little woman, Lin Xuan completely sank into the net of passion she had woven.
The next morning, Su Corporation.
Secretary's Office.
Jiang Qing checked the time; it was already ten o'clock.
President Su hadn't appeared at the company yet.
Just as she thought, President Su probably wouldn't be coming to the office today.
However, she didn't know how long President Su's absence would last this time.
She figured it would be seven days at most before she returned.
Any longer than that, and even if Young Master Lin was incredible, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
A senior executive came into Jiang Qing's office holding some documents.
"Secretary Jiang, where is President Su?" the executive asked.
Jiang Qing replied, "President Su isn't coming to the company today."
"Alright then, I'll come look for her tomorrow," the executive said.
Jiang Qing said, "President Su probably won't be coming tomorrow either."
The executive frowned, "Then I'll come the day after tomorrow."
Jiang Qing replied, "The day after tomorrow probably won't work either."
The executive: "Then three days from now?"
Jiang Qing: "Still no."
The executive's brow furrowed deeply, "Secretary Jiang, exactly when will President Su come to the company?"
Jiang Qing thought for a moment and replied, "It'll be at least seven days from now."
Last time, when Young Master Lin's identity as Doctor Xiaoyao was exposed by President Su, she didn't come to the company for many days.
This time, President Su's punishment for Young Master Lin would only be fiercer.
"Secretary Jiang, what is President Su doing that she's not coming to the company for so long?" The executive was full of curiosity.
Secretary Jiang replied, "President Su should be with Young Master Lin."
The executive suddenly understood, "I get it, President Su went on a trip with Young Master Lin to enjoy some private time together."
Jiang Qing nodded, "Probably."
"If you have anything that absolutely needs President Su's attention, organize it and give it to me."
"Okay," the executive nodded.
Seven days passed.
Jiang Qing thought Su Hua would come the next day, but there was still no sign of her.
On the ninth day, still nothing.
The tenth day...
Looking at the dates on the calendar, Jiang Qing couldn't help but let out a string of colorful language.
"Holy crap!"
"Young Master Lin is so fierce!"
To actually be able to last this long!
Finally.
On the fifteenth day, Jiang Qing was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Night Garden.
Sitting and waiting for Su Hua.
Calculating the time, it had already been half a month.
They say there are only exhausted oxen, no ruined fields.
She wondered if Young Master Lin was doing okay right now.
Finally.
Footsteps came from the staircase.
Jiang Qing looked over.
Su Hua looked refreshed and energized, while Lin Xuan looked as if his life force had been sucked dry.
It seemed Young Master Lin had truly suffered during this time.
As soon as Lin Xuan reached the first floor, he slumped onto the sofa, not wanting to move a single muscle.
Although during this half month, Hua wasn't dragging him into bed to do that kind of thing anytime and anywhere.
They did take breaks in between.
But what man could withstand such torment?
Over this half month, the servants and staff were usually sent away.
They only came in at specific times to clean, and Jiang Qing would bring some documents to be processed.
The rest of the time, whenever Hua wanted it, she would entice him.
Fortunately, he had trained his physique in his pocket space for a long time, taken quite a few pills, and regularly drank the all-inclusive tonic soups fed to him by Butler Wang.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to hold on.
"Sigh." A breath escaped Lin Xuan's lips.
He stared at the living room ceiling with an expression that said he had nothing left to live for.
Su Hua went to the restroom midway.
Jiang Qing winked and said, "Young Master Lin, have you been doing well lately?"
Lin Xuan gave Jiang Qing a gloomy look.
What kind of question was that? Look at him, did he look like he was doing well?
Lin Xuan didn't want to speak.
Jiang Qing chuckled and said, "Young Master Lin, don't be discouraged. You're actually far more impressive than any other man in the world right now. No other man could have lasted this long."
Perhaps this was also one of the reasons President Su liked Young Master Lin so much.
As the saying goes, conquering a woman in bed gives you a high chance of winning her heart.
This was probably the case for Young Master Lin and President Su.
Lin Xuan: "..."
Not comforted at all, thank you.
The only reason he was this strong was because he had his cheat.
If he didn't have his cheat, he feared he wouldn't even have lasted a single day.
Lin Xuan sighed deeply.
If only the heavens could grant him diamond kidneys, how great would that be...
"Young Master Lin." Jiang Qing gave Lin Xuan one last sympathetic look. "Take care of yourself."
"Get lost."
Lin Xuan swore, which was a rare occurrence.
"Then I won't bother you anymore, Young Master Lin." Jiang Qing chuckled, making a zipping motion over her mouth.
Su Hua returned.
She looked through the documents Jiang Qing had brought back, reviewing them one by one.
For the ones without issues, she signed her name.
"I will go to work tomorrow," Su Hua said. "Hold a meeting at 10:00 AM."
"Yes, President Su," Jiang Qing respectfully agreed.
"If there's nothing else, you may leave."
Su Hua issued an order for her guest to leave.
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
