Seeing Lin Wanning dressed like this, Long Aotian instinctively turned his head away and forced an awkward laugh. "Is this... is this the costume for your performance at the evening party?"
Lin Wanning looked down at him, then leaned in with a playful smile. As she drew closer, the faint, delicate fragrance of her body lingered in the air between them.
"No, this was specially prepared just for you, brother."
With that, her fingers lightly traced the edge of his clothing, undoing it with a gentle touch.
"W-Wanning, isn’t this going too far? Ying will be back soon," Long Aotian stammered, his breath growing uneven.
At those words, Lin Wanning’s hands paused for a brief moment.
But then her resolve hardened again, and her movements quickened slightly.
Soon, Long Aotian found himself unable to cover up even if he tried.
"You won’t tell Ying," Lin Wanning stated with certainty.
Her gaze trailed down his body, and a faint blush suddenly spread across her cheeks.
She stood up, retrieved her phone, and placed it nearby.
"Wanning, what exactly are you trying to do?"
"I told you—I’m giving you a little surprise."
Tilting her head, Lin Wanning smiled softly. "You’ve helped me, more than once. I really wanted to make you happy too. But after thinking it over, it seems this is the only way a woman can bring a man joy."
Long Aotian opened his mouth to protest, but Lin Wanning pressed a slender finger to his lips.
"I know you’ll refuse with your words, but your body won’t."
Her suggestive gaze left him flustered, unable to hide his reaction.
In the next moment, one of her long, shapely legs draped over the armrest of the chair.
"Don’t... don’t do this..." Long Aotian was a healthy young man, full of vigor, and after days of pent-up energy from being around the little girl, it was only natural he’d react this way—any man would!
She slid off one of her black stockings and draped it over his eyes.
The scent of her skin, lingering on the fabric, flooded his senses.
Through the sheer material, he could vaguely make out her movements.
When the stocking was removed, Lin Wanning’s fair skin was fully exposed to the air.
The blush on her face betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned in again. The brush of her skin against his sent his temperature rising.
Noticing his reaction, Lin Wanning’s smile deepened. She cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to look directly at her—to see all of her, laid bare before him.
As Long Aotian’s breathing grew ragged, she laughed softly, her usual cool demeanor melting into tenderness. "See? Your body isn’t rejecting me at all. So... I must have some charm in your eyes, don’t I?"
Long Aotian turned his head away in embarrassment—this was beyond his control now.
Seeing his reaction, Lin Wanning sighed and pressed her forehead against his. "I know this is wrong, but I can’t turn back anymore. Just this once, okay?"
"Falling for you... even I couldn’t stop myself. I won’t say a word—this will be our secret. I’ve wronged Ying, and I don’t want to hurt her. I’m a bad girl..."
"I just wanted to give everything precious to the person I love, so just this once..."
With those words, she lowered her head and kissed him, their skin pressing close.
A gentle breeze swept by, tousling the young man's hair and lifting the young woman's long locks, brushing softly over their hearts like a silent witness to their tender, unspoken affection...
Her loose hat sat crookedly atop her head.
A glimmer of tears welled in her eyes as she bit her red lips, strands of disheveled hair clinging to her flushed cheeks...
Long Aotian felt Lin Wanning pause her movements. His throat tightened as he swallowed hard, his gaze tracing the blush spreading across her delicate body...
Noticing his stare, Lin Wanning whimpered, "It hurts..."
"L-Let me go..."
Pursing her lips stubbornly, she murmured, "No... if I let go, you'll run away..." Then, sniffling, she forced herself to continue...
Seeing Lin Wanning like this, and everything unfolding between them—
She was pouring out all her emotions to him without restraint.
She was laying bare everything she had before him.
She was giving him even her most cherished body.
"You fool!"
Long Aotian sat up and kissed the corner of her lips—cool, soft, and faintly sweet.
Unlike the fresh, innocent scent of that little girl, yet somehow so similar.
Caught off guard, Lin Wanning gaped, her mind freezing as if someone had hit pause.
All her thoughts came to a halt, her clumsy movements stiffening.
In an instant, her emotions surged to their peak. Clutching Long Aotian tightly, her cool tears dripped onto his cheeks as she yielded willingly to him.
After the blissful union...
It was Lin Wanning who now lay on the recliner.
Long Aotian gently wiped her body clean.
Neither spoke, unsure of what to say.
Right or wrong, what had happened could not be undone.
The faint traces of red on the tissue marked the loss of Lin Wanning's innocence.
"You don’t have to take responsibility, so don’t feel pressured."
Long Aotian sighed softly. What was done was done—he would never shirk his duty, but guilt gnawed at him over Ying.
He didn’t dare tell her. What if she got angry? What if she never spoke to him again?
The thought of Ying’s disappointed gaze was unbearable.
As Long Aotian knelt before her, Lin Wanning cupped his face gently. "I wanted this. I’ll bear all of Ying’s unhappiness—just promise you’ll remember Wanning, okay?"
Leaning closer, her voice softened. "After all... you’re my first man."
Hearing this, Long Aotian’s heart wavered. He wasn’t made of stone, especially when faced with Lin Wanning’s whispered plea—
"After all, you’re my first man."
It left him utterly flustered.
Meeting her eyes, he stammered, "I... I just don’t know what to do right now."
Lin Wanning’s heart fluttered at his words. She knew she had succeeded. "I told you, I don’t need you to take responsibility. I won’t come between you two—just... think of me when Ying can’t be there for you."
"Huh?" Long Aotian froze for a moment. Didn't she say it was just this once?
Seemingly sensing his surprise, Lin Wanning gave a sly smile, her tender gaze locking onto him. "When I said 'once,' I meant once... today."
"W-what do you mean?"
Her arms wound around his neck, her lips parting slightly with a hint of temptation. "As long as it doesn’t interfere with Ying... I want you to spend time with me too, brother..."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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?"
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
