When it came to pleasing Su Bai, Chen Yusheng had developed a complete methodology. After all, their relationship had begun with her role as his gaming companion, and from the start, she had carefully studied Su Bai's personality type—marking the first time in her life she'd ever seriously analyzed a guy.
Su Bai wasn’t the easiest person to understand. His thought processes operated in strange ways, but fortunately, Chen Yusheng just happened to sync with him perfectly.
Lately, as they spent more time watching anime together, Chen Yusheng noticed something: this guy, "Big White Goose," was utterly obsessed with stockings.
Men’s fascination with stockings was often criticized by female classmates, since most girls didn’t actually enjoy wearing them—finding them stuffy and uncomfortable—while the garment itself carried an air of suggestiveness.
Chen Yusheng, however, saw things differently. Putting aside the fact that she personally liked wearing them, wasn’t it perfectly normal to dress in ways that pleased your boyfriend?
Couples should make each other happy. It wasn’t fair for girls to just sit back and wait for guys to fawn over them. That made no sense.
During an afternoon nap, Chen Yusheng lay beside Su Bai, watching him scroll through short videos.
Su Bai was the type of guy who would openly watch suggestive content in front of his girlfriend, offering blunt critiques and even discussing which outfits would suit her better. Shameless, really.
But when you thought about it, compared to those secretly wild capitalists with far more depraved tastes, Su Bai’s preferences were actually pretty mild.
His love for stockings, though? That was downright devout.
Chen Yusheng noticed him replaying one particular video several times. The content wasn’t anything special—just the usual heavily filtered, borderline-suggestive influencer swaying to music.
"Trash tier," Su Bai remarked sharply. "Zero dance skills."
"Didn’t your childhood friend learn dance?" Chen Yusheng caught the keyword, asking with an amused smile.
"Did she? If she did, she’s long forgotten. Her waist might as well be made of iron—if she’d pursued dance professionally, she’d have retired young from injuries." Su Bai scoffed. "Besides, these days, studying dance is pretty much a dead end. Too many downsides. Someone as opportunistic as Jiang Qiuran would never bother. Better to coast through broadcasting studies—easy and stress-free."
Before college, high schoolers often harbored naive dreams about mastering their majors and leading intellectually fulfilling lives.
Then reality hit. Just passing your courses was hard enough. Most students just picked whatever had decent job prospects.
Ironically, lighter coursework left room for students to explore their own paths, whether pursuing personal interests or internships…
Su Bai had to admit Jiang Qiuran’s pragmatism wasn’t wrong—just her personality and values were a bit off.
"She’s really that calculating? Then why does she keep sending you those little videos…?"
Chen Yusheng knew Su Bai sent her money in return, but it still baffled her. The whole thing felt morally questionable.
Su Bai smirked mysteriously. "Ah, that’s where you’re mistaken. Some girls are just wired to crave being controlled—even mistreated. Honestly, I should’ve noticed her tendencies earlier."
"Any new content from your childhood friend today?"
"Yep. Classic ‘goddess dorm’ material…"
Su Bai pulled up the video, and they watched together.
At first glance, this habit seemed bizarre. Chen Yusheng had found it strange too, but after Su Bai "encouraged" her to watch enough times, she’d grown accustomed to it—even started enjoying it.
If she didn’t watch, curiosity gnawed at her about what new antics Jiang Qiuran had concocted.
But watching gave her this odd, conflicted feeling.
And when Su Bai coaxed her into reenacting Jiang Qiuran’s performances in front of him? That’s when the artistry truly peaked.
Somehow… Chen Yusheng lowkey enjoyed this weird ritual.
Human kinks were nothing if not malleable—especially under Su Bai’s domineering influence.
In the video, Jiang Qiuran’s outfit was meticulously planned: a snug basketball cheerleader uniform, likely custom-made.
"Big White, this outfit’s just for you~ Go team!"
The camera panned across the dorm room—empty except for her. No surprise there. This "goddess dorm" had two residents permanently lodged at the Yashige Hotel, and Liu Yuanyuan rarely stayed except to sleep.
Plenty of alone time for Jiang Qiuran’s creative endeavors.
She propped her phone at the perfect angle and recorded a dance.
Her lithe, seductive movements made Chen Yusheng frown.
"It looks good though? Why do you mock her?"
"Good how? It’s amateur at best. Can’t compare to actual dancers—just coasting on her figure. And even that’s overrated. Some might like that slender, girlish build, but I prefer curves."
Su Bai delivered his analysis with faux gravitas.
Still, Jiang Qiuran was undeniably talented at toeing the line. Every video she sent Su Bai was packed with inspiration, fueling new ways to entertain his harem.
Bless the childhood friend!
Honestly, Su Bai valued variety. With multiple romantic interests, you had to cultivate layered, sophisticated pleasures.
"I don’t get it." Chen Yusheng disagreed with his critique. To her, Jiang Qiuran’s dance was undeniably alluring—maybe Su Bai was just immune, having grown up with her?
Made sense.
Childhood friends had always been underdog heroes for a reason.
"This dance isn’t too intense. You could try it."
"Me? Dance?!" Chen Yusheng laughed. She knew her athletic limits—couldn’t even jump rope without tripping over herself.
"Come on, it’s just an excuse to move around. Even a genius AI girl needs exercise. How else will you handle future workloads?"
Under Su Bai’s coaxing, Chen Yusheng half-heartedly attempted some stretches.
All while Su Bai stared shamelessly.
No sugarcoating it—she was hilariously uncoordinated.
Chen Yusheng’s self-assessment was accurate.
Yet there was something endearing about her clumsy warm-up routine, especially paired with that perpetually deadpan face. The contrast was adorable.
(Not that Su Bai would ever say that out loud. He’d just enjoy the view.)
Afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a radiant glow over Chen Yusheng’s flawless skin. Between her awkward movements and ethereal beauty, she looked like a video game character brought to life—a breathtakingly clumsy goddess.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
