At the door of the Student Council President's office, a girl raised her hand to knock but was abruptly grabbed by the young mistress.
The girl who had been leading the way trembled in fright, immediately ready to apologize, only to hear the young mistress's icy voice cut through the air.
"Shut up."
The girl's apology died in her throat. She quickly covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly, signaling that she understood and wouldn’t make a sound.
Shen Qinghan stood by the door, leaning slightly closer to listen to the commotion inside.
"President, are you comfortable?"
"I never knew you had such a talent. Not bad..."
"Then, President, about the expulsion matter..."
"Hmm?"
"Ah, no! President, you can’t push harder—it’ll break!"
Shen Qinghan: "..."
Hearing the "questionable noises" from inside, Shen Qinghan’s mind flooded with giant question marks. What were those two doing in there? Why were they talking about comfort? Unless...
In an instant, the young mistress’s imagination ran wild with indecent scenarios. It wasn’t just her—the girl beside her, who had led her there, was also stunned, her face burning red. What on earth was the President doing inside?
Could it really be... what she was thinking?
Unable to hold back any longer, Shen Qinghan’s chest heaved before she slammed her palm against the door. Coincidentally, it wasn’t locked, and the force sent it swinging open.
Those outside finally saw what was happening inside—and why those "shamefully strange" sounds had been made.
Because... Ye Cheng was currently lying on the floor, serving as Dongfang Zhixia’s footstool. Yes, literally.
"Huh? Who said you could come in?!"
The sudden, violent intrusion made Dongfang Zhixia bristle. Her gaze turned frosty before she even saw who had barged in, her sharp reprimand ringing out instantly.
The girl who had led Shen Qinghan trembled and immediately began apologizing.
"I’m sorry, President! I’m so sorry—"
"Oh? You’re here?" Only then did Dongfang Zhixia realize the intruder wasn’t the girl but an old acquaintance.
Shen Qinghan remained silent, merely narrowing her eyes at the scene before her. Now, she could no longer ignore Dongfang Zhixia—the moment she laid eyes on her, a glaring title and label appeared:
"A deceitful, shameless woman who breaks her promises!"
Meanwhile, Ye Cheng stayed sprawled on the floor, obediently playing the role of a footstool to cater to the President’s twisted whims.
Rewind to about ten minutes earlier.
Ye Cheng had rattled off his "product features" like a menu to the President, and among them, Dongfang Zhixia had chosen the "human footstool" option.
What a relief. For a second, he’d thought she’d make him lick her shoes. What a wasted... no, what a needless worry!
Thus began Ye Cheng’s career as a "footstool"—albeit a sentient one. Sensing the President’s unusual mood today, he decided to use one of his limited "Trait Insight" chances from his cheat ability.
This garbage golden finger only ever gave him useless stuff—bubblegum, cigarettes, "superb muscle definition"... Wait, that last one might actually be useful?
So far, the most practical ability he’d gotten was Trait Insight, an absurdly overpowered skill. He’d used it before to calm the black-hearted young mistress when she was furious.
He’d planned to save his remaining two uses for emergencies—like when the young mistress got upset again. But now, it seemed he couldn’t wait. The young mistress wasn’t angry anymore; the President was.
Screw it, he’d use it now!
[View current status?]
He confirmed, and Dongfang Zhixia’s traits popped up:
[Name: Dongfang Zhixia]
[Gender: Female]
[IQ: 8]
[Charm: 9]
[Physique: 7]
[Health Status: Fine]
[Trait Insight Comment: The most dazzling jewel of the Dongfang Family in a century. Proud, domineering, and raised surrounded by admirers. Discerning and rational, she despises lies and falsity, preferring sincerity. However, her pride prevents her from ever lowering her head. Best approached through submission or outright groveling.]
[Current Status Hint: Troubled by last night’s dream and the fact that her secretary caught her in a compromising situation. Venting through physical or verbal aggression toward Ye Cheng may alleviate her frustration.]
Ye Cheng: "???"
Seriously?!
You’re not even pretending anymore?!
"Venting through physical or verbal aggression" toward him? Why him specifically? Couldn’t she pick someone else? Or was he somehow involved in whatever embarrassing incident the secretary had witnessed?
What baffled Ye Cheng even more was—how could that airheaded secretary have caught the President off guard? And what was the President’s secret, anyway?
Could someone as majestic and flawless as her really have a shameful side? Like... getting caught using "new energy" toys at night?
No way. The President seemed too upright for that.
Glancing over the stats, Ye Cheng noted they were similar to Shen Qinghan’s—both had terrifyingly high IQ and Charm scores (8 and 9, respectively). But in Physique, the President crushed the young mistress, whose measly 4 was weaker than an average person’s. That explained why Dongfang Zhixia recovered quickly from injuries while Shen Qinghan was still hobbling on crutches.
If they ever fought for real, Ye Cheng figured the young mistress would lose unless she resorted to dirty tricks. In which case, he’d have to step in...
The most absurd part was the "recommended approach." The trait comment might as well have screamed "GROVEL, YE CHENG!" And later, it didn’t even bother hiding it—making him the target of the President’s venting was the key to improving her mood.
Damn it, was he some kind of masochist?!
This trait insight felt like a rip-off. Ye Cheng wanted a refund.
Hell, even without the prompt, he was already groveling before the President—he was practically licking her shoes! What a scam!
Fuck!
But still...
The President really was something else.
Not only did she smell amazing, but she was also incredibly soft—though in a different way from the young mistress. Hers was the supple, vibrant softness of someone athletic and full of life.
Ye Cheng, who was currently being used as a human stool, had a lot to say about this. The only downside was that the student council president was a bit heavy—probably close to 120 pounds.
Ye Cheng estimated that the president was just a little shorter than him, around 5'9", slightly taller than the young miss, who stood at about 5'8". But the young miss was light as a feather, likely under a hundred pounds.
Unsurprisingly, the president’s weight had gone to all the right places—a fact Ye Cheng, now serving as a stool, could personally attest to.
So much for those novels lying about "under a hundred pounds." At that weight, you’d be skin and bones. Someone like the president, with her "firm" figure, was far better. Perfect, even!
Ye Cheng was still lost in the useless agony of trying to request a refund for something and the bizarre joy of being a stool when the faint, ominous click-clack of familiar footsteps reached his ears.
That sound… wasn’t that the young miss approaching?
No way. She should still be at home today. She wasn’t supposed to come to school…
Just as Ye Cheng thought this, the office door was flung open by none other than the young miss herself. He looked up, meeting her icy glare head-on.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Ma Huateng, am I about to die?
"Get up," Shen Qinghan said calmly, staring at Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng flinched, bolting upright in a panic—but he seemed to have forgotten about the president still sitting on him.
And then—
Thud!
"Ow—you bastard!"
Dongfang Zhixia’s furious voice echoed through the office as she hit the floor.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Well, Ma Huateng, I’m definitely dead now…
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?"
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
