Emily stared at Helena in shock. "Sister Helena... you're joking, right?"
Seeing Helena's unchanged expression, Emily's eyes widened into perfect circles. "So, you really imprisoned your own brother?"
"Yes," Helena replied, unsure why Emily was reacting so strongly. "And I almost succeeded too."
Emily was utterly stunned.
She quickly followed up with another question, full of confusion. "But why would you do that? Did Luo Wei do something wrong?"
Helena smiled sheepishly. "I don’t even know what I was thinking back then..."
"But..."
She looked down at Emily, who was much shorter than her. "Since we’re both aberrations, you must understand that feeling, right?"
"What feeling?" Emily asked curiously. "The backlash?"
Helena quietly reminisced. "That sudden shift... when you’re not yourself anymore. Your mind gets consumed by rage, and everything becomes so extreme. When I saw my brother talking to other women, I wanted to kill them all!"
Emily shuddered, suddenly feeling a pang of fear.
She had glanced at Helena’s brother a few times earlier...
"And..." Helena’s recollection wasn’t over. "Sometimes, seeing him get along so well with others made me unbearably sad. It felt like he was slipping away, like he didn’t belong to me anymore. So, I just wanted to hide him away where no one else could see him..."
"Are these... really the kinds of thoughts you had?" Emily grew even more intrigued. "What about Luo Wei? He couldn’t have been okay with that, right? What if he resisted?"
Helena’s serene expression twisted into something terrifying.
"Then I’d chop off his arms and legs! That way, he’d never leave me!"
Emily jumped in fright.
Meanwhile, Luo Wei, who was chatting with the duchess on the other side of the room, suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
What’s going on? Why did Helena’s corruption level spike just now?
The two girls were getting along fine earlier—did Emily say something to upset her?
He quickly glanced back and saw the pair huddled together, whispering animatedly. They didn’t seem to be arguing at all.
Luo Wei frowned and turned back around.
Helena peeked at her brother cautiously, relieved he hadn’t noticed anything.
"Sorry about that..." She gave Emily an apologetic smile, seeing how scared she looked. "I don’t know what came over me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that..."
"You were so scary just now..." Emily said, still shaken.
Helena’s face fell, returning to its usual gentle demeanor.
"Those were just my old thoughts. I wouldn’t do that now..." She sighed bitterly. "Lately, I’ve been wondering if I went too far back then. Maybe that’s why my brother keeps his distance from me..."
Emily noticed the regret in her expression and tried to cheer her up. "But I think Luo Wei is really kind to you! It doesn’t seem like he dislikes you at all. Don’t overthink it!"
"You don’t get it! You don’t!" Helena’s face scrunched up in frustration. "The way he treats me is different from how he treats them! I can tell! I’d rather he didn’t act so gentle if it means he’d really see me!"
Hearing this, Emily’s eyes flickered with understanding. She sighed in shared frustration.
"Yeah... They all treat us like little sisters. Even Sister Monica is the same..."
"It’s so annoying!"
Perhaps out of solidarity, Emily clenched her tiny fists, eager to encourage Helena.
"So! Sister Helena! You can’t stay like this! You have to take action—no more hesitation!"
"Then what should I do?" Helena’s eyes lit up as if she’d found her guiding light. "Emily, teach me!"
Emily smirked triumphantly, instantly transforming into a self-proclaimed "love expert." "Like I said before—you need to take the initiative! Make sure your brother understands your feelings!"
"But I have tried taking the initiative..." Helena groaned. "It worked before, but now I can’t even beat him in a fight!"
Emily gave her a deadpan look. "Does your idea of 'taking the initiative' always involve dismembering Luo Wei? What kind of twisted love is that? Why not just show him your charm?"
"My... charm?" Helena blinked blankly.
"Exactly!" As Helena’s self-appointed strategist, Emily decided it was time to enlighten her. She discreetly glanced at Evelyn.
"Since your brother likes Sister Evelyn... there must be something special about her that draws him in. That’s what you need to learn!"
Emily scrutinized Evelyn carefully.
Finally, her gaze landed on Evelyn’s chest.
"Mm-hmm! That’s it!"
She turned back to Helena’s modest chest and shot her a disdainful look.
"So tiny."
"Men love big breasts! Your brother must be into Sister Evelyn because of that!"
"If you were as well-endowed as her, I guarantee he wouldn’t ignore you!"
"Oh..." Helena blinked. "Is that really it?"
Emily nodded vigorously.
"But..." Helena groaned again. She’d been trying so hard—drinking milk, eating papayas—but nothing worked. Some things just couldn’t be helped...
Yet, watching her brother flirt with that vampire across the room, Helena couldn’t take it anymore. She refused to stay invisible! She had to do something!
She made up her mind—
"Emily..."
"Look at me again. Do I look different now?"
Emily’s eyes locked onto Helena’s chest, and her jaw dropped.
In less than a second, it had grown so much bigger!!
"Sister Helena, you—"
"Still not big enough?" Helena’s cheeks flushed as she adjusted another size up.
Now it was even larger.
Emily quickly waved her hands. "Stop, stop! You’re about to burst out of your dress!"
Helena hastily shrunk back down.
Amazed by what she’d just witnessed, Emily asked, "Sister Helena, what are you? Some kind of shapeshifter?"
Helena giggled. "What? No! I’m a high-tier aberration!"
Emily gazed at her enviously. "I wish I could do that too... I want to grow up faster..."
"I can’t keep it like this forever, though," Helena admitted helplessly.
Maintaining her form with supernatural energy for too long would trigger backlash. Even though she no longer had to worry about turning into a grotesque monster—thanks to her brother—he’d definitely notice if she kept this up...
The mere thought of her brother discovering her secret attempts to enhance her bust made Helena want to crawl into a hole out of sheer embarrassment...
Still, no matter what, Helena felt deeply grateful to Emily. Though it was just a few words of advice, it was as if Emily had opened the door to a whole new world for her.
She could already see the dawn breaking—the day when her brother’s eyes would be filled with nothing but her!
How thrilling!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
