【Ran Ran: "Video"】
【Ran Ran: Hmph, you jerk Su Bai, you must be feeling pretty smug right now?!】
Su Bai clicked on the video.
His expression shifted instantly.
Even with headphones on, it was hard to keep a straight face.
Seriously, girl, do you have some weird kinks or what?
Su Bai was stunned—it seemed he had genuinely unearthed a darker side of his childhood friend’s personality.
Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
People need to expose their vulnerabilities to those closest to them—it makes it easier to navigate society.
On the flip side, if Jiang Qiuran indulged these preferences with another man, she’d probably get taken advantage of.
Good thing she’s got me, her childhood friend.
Su Bai watched the little video Jiang Qiuran sent him with great relish, replaying it several times before saving it.
Compared to the seasoned Japanese "artists" Su Bai usually enjoyed, his little childhood friend had a unique charm.
The professionals might be smooth, but sometimes you crave the raw, amateurish appeal of a newcomer.
The only downside? Su Bai was feeling restless now.
It was the middle of the day—he couldn’t exactly "reward" himself in the dorm.
What’s the point of having money if you’re still relying on your own hands?
So Su Bai decisively called the Wan sisters.
He told them to wait outside their dorm.
Then he headed downstairs, hopped on a shared bike, rode to the parking lot, fired up his Panamera, picked up the Wan sisters, and drove straight to their usual battleground.
The riverbank.
Admittedly, this spot was perfect for some outdoor "musical exploration."
Quiet, secluded, scenic.
Plenty of greenery for shade and fresh air.
Wan Xinyan clearly had just woken up from her nap—still drowsy, dressed simply in a T-shirt, light jacket, and sweatpants.
The kind of casual outfit a college girl would wear to class, effortlessly fresh.
But on her, it couldn’t hide the breathtaking curves.
If anything, it made her petite, doll-like face even cuter.
"Aww… Su Bai, where do we start?"
In the backseat of the Panamera, Wan Xinyan stretched lazily, glancing around the car’s interior.
Heh…
This one had even better vibes than the last car.
Though she knew nothing about cars, even Wan Xinyan could tell this new Panamera was way more expensive than the previous GLE.
"Help me out here, maid-san!"
Su Bai patted her head.
Wan Xinyan understood immediately.
...
Ten minutes later.
Su Bai leaned back against the plush leather seat, arm around Wan Xinyan, window half-down as he gazed at the river view.
Ahhh… bliss.
His mind was finally at ease.
Wan Xinyan could tell, though she was a little puzzled. Su Bai should’ve been resting in his dorm at this hour—what had gotten into him?
But since he didn’t bring it up, she wisely didn’t ask.
If this were any other girl, being reduced to a glorified stress-relief tool for Su Bai would’ve been infuriating.
She might’ve even snapped, demanding, "Do you even love me?!"
But Wan Xinyan wasn’t some petty, spoiled brat.
Being Su Bai’s maid—along with her sister—was their career.
Think about it: if your boss suddenly dumped extra work on you at the office, would you question them?
No. You’d just do it.
As for whether Su Bai was thinking about another girl while with her… who cared?
What mattered was that when Su Bai had an urgent "need," he called her. That alone proved she and her sister were valuable to him.
The Wan sisters—winning!
Honestly, Su Bai’s stats were just too high.
"Su Bai, wanna hang out more later?"
"Sure."
"Yay~ That’s awesome!"
"What’s so great about it?"
"I thought I wouldn’t get to see you today. When you texted, I was so surprised—and happy~"
Wan Xinyan’s voice was sweet and syrupy.
Half-truth, half-flattery. She hadn’t loved being woken up from her nap, but the fun afterward made up for it.
Every time, Wan Xinyan would quietly compare.
Would serving some random rich guy ever feel this good?
Amused by her expression, Su Bai pinched her cheeks playfully before saying, "It was kinda sudden. I just really wanted to see you."
"Anytime you need me, I’ll come running, Su Bai~"
"What about me? What about me?!"
Wan Xinyue, who’d been sidelined until now, couldn’t take it anymore.
She pouted, staring at Su Bai with hungry, resentful eyes.
Of course, Su Bai wouldn’t ignore her.
...
On the way back to campus, Wan Xinyue was too exhausted to drive, so Su Bai took the wheel.
Seeing him full of energy—even more lively than when they’d left—Wan Xinyan was genuinely amazed at human diversity.
How could one guy’s stamina be so inhuman?
...
"Su Bai, why’re you late? Out with another girl?"
"Sorry, sorry. I’ll buy drinks for everyone later."
"Haha, no worries, man. No need—the student council’s handing out free drinks today since so many freshman teams are practicing here..."
The guys weren’t actually expecting Su Bai to pay.
He was pretty generous with small expenses like this.
When you’re loaded, tossing around a little cash to keep people happy is just basic strategy.
But since the student council was handling it, Su Bai didn’t steal the spotlight.
He just focused on playing.
While Su Bai was immersed in the game, the Wan sisters dragged their tired bodies back to the dorm.
Luckily, they’d packed spare clothes in their backpacks before leaving.
Now, their skirts and stockings were completely different.
Their roommate shot them a complicated look.
A mix of shock and envy—mostly envy, disguised as disdain.
After all, not many college girls would openly admit they wanted to be a rich guy’s harem.
Out of petty rivalry, girls who knew the Wan sisters often talked trash behind their backs.
But now, seeing their flushed skin, exhausted yet content expressions, and even more alluring figures, the roommate’s jealousy was practically oozing.
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
