The woman had just finished bathing, her body still carrying the delightful fragrance of shower gel.
She wore a long nightgown that perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.
Su Hua caught the lingering scent of medicinal herbs in the air.
Wasn’t that the tonic soup Butler Wang had brewed for Ah Xuan?
Before, Ah Xuan often drank herbal concoctions, and she had secretly looked into it, worried about his health. That was when she learned it was a potent tonic—beneficial for a man’s vitality.
Ah Xuan drank it frequently.
Only then did she understand why his stamina, endurance, and excitement had improved so quickly.
When Su Hua’s gaze fell on the empty bowl in Butler Wang’s hand, a satisfied curve touched her lips.
Ah Xuan had drunk it again.
That meant the next three days could be… longer.
No, not just three days…
The longer it lasted, the more deeply Ah Xuan would remember—that his first instinct should be to rely on her as his support, not to seek help from others.
Butler Wang had done well. Perhaps it was time to give him a raise.
"Butler Wang," Su Hua called.
"Young Mistress, how may I serve you?" Butler Wang responded respectfully.
"Starting today, your salary will be doubled," Su Hua declared.
Butler Wang was stunned.
Why had the Young Mistress suddenly decided to raise his pay?
He hadn’t done anything extraordinary.
Lin Xuan noticed Su Hua staring at the medicine bowl and nervously rubbed his nose. "Hua Bao, I was a bit sore all over after beating up Lin Li and Lin Chang the other day, so I asked Butler Wang to brew me some pain-relieving herbs. Right, Butler Wang?"
Lin Xuan shot Butler Wang a meaningful look.
Butler Wang caught the hint and nodded. "Yes, exactly. It’s just a pain-relieving tonic, completely harmless."
"So, Hua Bao, don’t worry. I’m not sick," Lin Xuan said with an innocent expression.
"Mm." Su Hua’s red lips curled slightly. "Ah Xuan, I believe you."
Though Su Hua usually disliked being lied to, she had no objections this time.
Seeing that Su Hua didn’t suspect a thing, Lin Xuan exhaled in relief.
As always, Hua Bao hadn’t doubted him. His dignity as a man remained intact!
He couldn’t let her know he regularly drank this tonic—honestly, it was embarrassing for a grown man to need such a boost.
"Ah Xuan, you should go take a bath now," Su Hua said.
"Oh, right."
Lin Xuan nodded and turned, only to see Butler Wang giving him an encouraging thumbs-up.
Finally, he understood Butler Wang’s implication.
The butler probably thought he and Hua Bao would be… in bed tonight.
Lin Xuan shook his head.
Butler Wang must not know about Hua Bao’s period. Even if she wanted to do something, it wouldn’t last long.
From the moment he entered the bathroom until he finished his shower, Lin Xuan didn’t notice anything unusual about Su Hua’s expression.
Nor did he spot the chains by the bed.
Humming cheerfully, he even indulged in a relaxing soak.
But when he stepped out of the bathroom, he was met with Su Hua dressed in a maid outfit.
Lin Xuan: "!!!!"
Holy—!
Su Hua approached him, rose on her tiptoes, and wrapped her soft arms around his neck.
"Master," she cooed sweetly.
"Let me introduce myself. I’m your little maid for tonight~"
"Hua Bao, don’t tease me," Lin Xuan gulped. "You’re on your period, remember?"
"It doesn’t matter~" Her fingers trailed down his chest.
"I can still take good care of you."
Lin Xuan: "…"
Care? What kind of care?
Memories of past encounters flashed through his mind—
Was Hua Bao planning to…?
Before he could finish the thought, Su Hua pushed him onto the bed.
"Master, let me serve you properly."
Su Hua had mastered many seductive techniques, and even fully clothed, she had Lin Xuan utterly spellbound.
A dark glint flickered in her eyes.
It was time.
"Master, close your eyes, hmm?" Her voice was intoxicatingly sweet.
Lin Xuan obeyed, wondering what game she was playing this time.
Then came the clinking of chains.
The sound was eerily familiar—where had he heard it before?
Lin Xuan’s thoughts were hazy.
Click.
A cold sensation encircled his wrist.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Hua Bao, you—
The last time he’d heard that sound was when she’d locked him in the dark room for defying her and meeting Qin Ruoyao.
He tried to open his eyes.
"Master, be good. Don’t peek~" Su Hua leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.
Lin Xuan was too dazed to resist.
She had seemed soothed earlier—she wouldn’t lock him up again.
Besides, if she really intended to punish him, why the maid outfit?
This must just be another one of her little games… right?
Click. Click.
Su Hua secured his other wrist and ankles.
Looking down at the man bound to the bed, helpless, Su Hua smiled, her red lips curling with satisfaction.
"Master, you can open your eyes now~"
The moment Lin Xuan did, he saw her face—unnervingly exhilarated.
A bad feeling settled in his gut.
Wait—
He glanced at his limbs.
His instincts were right.
Actual chains!
"Hua Bao, what’s the meaning of this?" Lin Xuan frowned.
"Ah Xuan, you’ve been very naughty," Su Hua’s voice was sweet yet icy. "You hid dangerous things from me, and when trouble came, you didn’t think of me first."
Lin Xuan: "…"
So her earlier calm had been an act. She’d been waiting to ambush him!
"Naughty dogs must be punished. Ah Xuan, you’ll stay at Night Garden. I’ve already informed the university president, and I won’t be going to the company either. Oh, and your phone?"
Su Hua turned it off and carried it to the study.
Lin Xuan sensed true danger.
The way Hua Bao was acting… it seemed she really intended to turn him into Lin-dried…

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.”

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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?!