Click—
Accompanied by the crisp sound of the shutter, the flash of the top-tier softbox lit up the spacious master bedroom, permanently freezing the stunning interplay of light and shadow of that moment.
Tonight, the luxurious master bedroom of the East Lake Private Club had been temporarily transformed by Su Bai into a highly professional, private photography studio.
Su Bai held a Hasselblad medium format camera equipped with a top-tier portrait prime lens.
In his arsenal of master-level skills, which included driving and modifying cars, expensive high-society hobbies like lighting composition and portrait photography naturally came just as easily to him.
On the other side of the lens, Chen Yusheng, who had always been known for her aloofness, was experiencing an unprecedented and novel sensation.
Su Bai had always firmly believed that Chen Yusheng's true essence was black silk stockings.
To study the art of shooting black pantyhose, Su Bai had dug out a large box full of various high-end luxury stockings from the club's massive wardrobe, arguably pushing the potential of this single fashion item to its absolute limit.
"Lift your chin a little higher, and don't force your gaze. Just keep that same feeling you have when you're in the lab. Yes, exactly that kind of contrast."
Standing behind the camera, Su Bai directed her with practiced ease.
At this moment, Chen Yusheng was wearing a loose white men's shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs.
On her lower half, she wore a pair of ultra-thin, sheer 15D black pantyhose.
Stockings of this thickness accentuated her already straight and shapely legs, making them look as smooth as mutton-fat jade, shimmering with a faint, pearlescent glow before the lens.
Paired with her naturally cold, expressionless face, the visual impact was simply maxed out.
Shengsheng truly had the strongest sense of contrast—cold on the outside, hot on the inside.
Click, click!
After taking a few continuous shots, Su Bai lowered the camera, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "The first set, 'The Female Scholar After Work' series, turned out great. Go change into the next outfit, Professor Chen."
Chen Yusheng's cheeks flushed red, but her watery eyes sparkled with excitement.
The second outfit featured over-the-knee black stockings with a strong anime vibe.
The slightly thick, matte velvet material tightly wrapped around her slender calves. The tops of the stockings featured character illustrations from an anime crossover, and between the stockings and her pleated skirt, that invincible strip of snow-white absolute territory was exposed.
When she sat somewhat shyly on the high stool, her legs slightly crossed, that youthful and pure yet seductive aura unique to a female college student practically overflowed from the frame.
However, the main event of the night was still the final outfit.
When Chen Yusheng changed into the last set of gear and walked out from behind the folding screen looking slightly nervous, Su Bai's breath involuntarily caught in his throat.
It was an incredibly lethal set of black suspender stockings.
Complex lace garters dug tightly into her pale thighs, with several black ribbons extending upward to connect to a waist cincher that could be gripped with a single hand.
This retro, court-style design amplified the seductive power of her peerless legs by more than tenfold.
"Big White Goose... isn't this set a bit..."
"No, this is called art."
The burning heat in Su Bai's eyes could almost melt the lens. He set down the Hasselblad camera worth hundreds of thousands and strode toward the female lead who had already completely succumbed to art.
"However... let's end today's photography session here. Next, as your exclusive photographer, I need to personally inspect the quality of these shooting props."
The soft lights in the master bedroom were casually turned off. A private exchange, deeper and more passionate than photography, officially commenced in the night.
...
Early the next morning.
Sunlight refracted through the surface of the East Lake, shining into the spacious underwater stage pool area on the second basement level of the club.
After concluding last night's madness, Su Bai was still outrageously energetic.
He changed into a pair of casual black swimming trunks and went to the heated pool, ready to wake his body up with a refreshing morning swim.
Just as he walked into the pool area, a soft breathing sound and the rustle of clothing caught his attention.
Su Bai stopped in his tracks. His gaze passed through several large potted plants by the pool and landed on a rest platform not far away.
He saw Ke Yujia wearing a tight-fitting light pink practice outfit, stretching her body alone on a spread-out yoga mat.
This Little Sniveler he had brought back from Yun County was currently displaying her mind-boggling physical talents as a professional dancer.
One of her legs was planted straight on the ground, while the other was pulled high up from behind, crossing over her head, and even forming an exaggerated negative-angle over-split with her supporting leg.
Her slender waist bent backward into a stunningly beautiful exclamation mark. Her entire body seemed completely unhindered by bones, possessing an unbelievable flexibility.
Su Bai didn't make a sound. He simply stood quietly in place, admiring this morning portrait woven with strength and gentle beauty.
It was a full five or six minutes before Ke Yujia slowly lowered her leg. She picked up a towel nearby to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, panting softly.
Clap, clap, clap.
Su Bai smiled and clapped his hands, walking over with long strides.
"Ah! Brother Su Bai!"
Hearing the voice, Ke Yujia turned her head like a startled fawn. Seeing Su Bai wearing only swimming trunks and revealing his perfect muscle lines, her small face instantly flushed red.
"It's so early in the morning. Why didn't you sleep a little longer in your room instead of coming here to suffer?"
Su Bai walked to her side and naturally reached out to tidy the damp hair sticking to her cheek. "You are my woman now. In the future, even if you want to dance, it will just be a hobby. You don't need to train as hard as you did in the dance troupe and rely on others' moods to make a living."
Hearing Su Bai's domineering yet pampering words, Ke Yujia's heart felt as sweet as honey.
She naturally leaned against Su Bai's arm, rubbing against it like a little kitten asking to be petted. Looking up with her innocent doll-like face, she said obediently, "I know Brother Su Bai treats me well. But... I've been practicing dance since I was little. If I drop my basic training for even a day, my bones will stiffen. I want to always maintain my best condition."
Su Bai chuckled softly and pinched her nose. "As you wish, just don't exhaust yourself."
Su Bai turned and dove into the heated pool, darting through the water like an agile swordfish.
Standing by the pool, Ke Yujia looked at the god-like, perfect man in the water. A trace of determination and a cunning glint flashed through her clear eyes.
Of course she knew she didn't need to rely on dancing to make money anymore.
However, in this private club filled with competing beauties, she knew her situation better than anyone else.
Compared to them, she, Ke Yujia, was just an ordinary, invisible girl from a county town.
Whether it was looks, family background, or education, she held no advantage in any of them.
The only thing she could bring to the table was this petite, exquisite body with its freakish level of flexibility, honed from practicing dance since childhood!
"I have to keep stretching every day and maintain this flexibility to the absolute limit."
Ke Yujia secretly clenched her little fists in her mind, the blush on her cheeks spreading all the way down her slender neck. "Only by doing this can I... cooperate with Brother Su Bai at night to pull off those highly difficult positions that no one else could possibly manage."
This was Ke Yujia's unique specialty, and it was her secret weapon to firmly secure her place beside Su Bai in this household.
In order to better serve her Brother Su Bai, no matter how painful her early morning stretches were, she gladly endured it all!

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!

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?"

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...

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.”