Su Bai's strong arms locked around Zhou Jialu like iron tongs. Through the red and blue Spider-Man tight suit, he could clearly feel what the so-called "special design" of this outfit was all about.
The tension of the fabric was extremely bizarre. Even when Zhou Jialu struggled and twisted ever so slightly in his arms, the tight material would follow her movements, creating an intense rebound and friction against her waist, abdomen, and hips.
"Mmh..."
Zhou Jialu's body suddenly stiffened, and an uncontrollably sweet, soft moan escaped her throat. Her naturally seductive face, already flushed red, now looked as if it could drip water, and even her slender neck was tinged with pink.
Biting her lower lip hard, she pressed her hands weakly against Su Bai's chest, her voice trembling. "Junior... let go of me first. This outfit... it feels really weird to wear..."
The more she struggled, the more the special stitching of the outfit contracted.
Su Bai looked down at her extremely shameful appearance, her body going soft from the outfit's effects, and the wicked fire in his heart flared up. But he didn't immediately carry her to the large double bed to get down to business. Instead, a wicked smirk curled on his lips as he released his grip.
Zhou Jialu's legs gave way, and she almost fell to the floor, barely managing to steady herself against the nearby fitting mirror.
"I can let you go." Su Bai crossed his arms, leaning leisurely against the wardrobe door, his aggressive gaze sweeping up and down her exaggerated, tightly bound S-curve figure. "However, since the original design of this outfit is meant for moving and walking around, wouldn't just standing there be a waste of this high-tech fabric?"
Zhou Jialu froze for a moment, her watery peach-blossom eyes full of confusion. "What... what do you mean?"
Su Bai didn't waste words. He pulled his phone from his pocket and skillfully opened a short video app. Swiping a few times, he found a suggestive dance video that had recently gone viral online.
In the video, a female influencer wearing a tight hip-hugging dress was frantically swaying her hips to a highly rhythmic beat, performing various provocative squats and shaking movements.
Su Bai turned the phone screen around and shoved it right in front of Zhou Jialu's face.
"Senior, aren't you the head maid? Since you are here to serve me, you have to satisfy my demands in every aspect." Su Bai's tone was domineering and brooked no refusal. "Follow the movements in this video and shake for me for a bit."
"What?!"
Seeing the bold and uninhibited moves in the video, Zhou Jialu was completely dumbfounded. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically, her resistance extremely strong. "No, no! This is too shameful! I... I can't dance to this kind of thing! Plus, I'm wearing this stupid outfit. If I do those moves, I..."
She couldn't even finish her sentence. Just imagining swaying her hips and squatting while wearing this tight suit with an automatic massage function made her feel like her sanity would completely collapse.
"You have to dance even if you can't." Su Bai took a step closer, looking down at her with an undeniable sense of oppression in his eyes. "Didn't you just say that Shengsheng picked this outfit and you only wore it to help her test the size? Since it's for testing the size, of course, we need to test the fabric's stretchability under extreme movements. What, the head maid won't even satisfy this small request of mine?"
Zhou Jialu was rendered speechless by Su Bai's gangster logic. Looking at his burning gaze, she knew there was absolutely no escaping today. As the head maid of Su Bai's harem, she had an extreme, bone-deep submissiveness toward him.
"I... I'll dance then..."
Zhou Jialu bit her lip in humiliation, a layer of mist forming in her eyes.
Though seemingly reluctant, her flushed, excited cheeks had already betrayed her true thoughts.
Oh my, junior really knows how to play...
She took a deep breath, released her grip on the mirror, and walked stiffly to the empty space in the center of the bedroom.
Su Bai smiled in satisfaction, turned the phone volume up to the max, and placed it on the nearby nightstand.
The dynamic and highly rhythmic music instantly echoed through the spacious master bedroom.
"Move to the beat. If your movements aren't up to standard, I will punish you." Su Bai pulled over a single sofa and sat down with his legs spread wide, like a tyrant inspecting his prey.
Zhou Jialu closed her eyes and began to clumsily sway her waist to the rhythm of the music.
At first, her movements were a bit restrained, just swaying slightly. But as the music's tempo increased, the dance moves from the video required her to make large-scale...
When she tried to do a deep squat for the first time.
"Ah!"
Zhou Jialu let out a gasp, her whole body suddenly shivering. Under the pull of her large movements, the special fabric of the tight suit instantly tightened, directly magnifying that indescribable friction sensation several times over.
Her legs went uncontrollably weak, almost dropping her straight to her knees.
"Keep going, don't stop."
Gritting her teeth, Zhou Jialu could only brace herself and continue swaying along with the video's movements.
The red and blue Spider-Man tight suit gleamed enticingly under the lights. As she twisted her waist, her plump, round peach-like buttocks traced a breathtaking curve. With every squat, the tension of the outfit bound her perfect figure to the extreme.
In just a few minutes, Zhou Jialu was already covered in sweat. Her seductive face was so red it looked like it could drip blood, her eyes turning hazy and unfocused. Her red lips parted slightly as she panted heavily.
Her body began to tremble violently, and her movements became increasingly soft and powerless, entirely because the special effects of the tight suit made it impossible for her to concentrate.
"Junior... I can't do it anymore... Please... let me stop..."
Zhou Jialu pleaded with Su Bai in a crying tone while continuing to twist her body. She barely had the strength to stand steady anymore, relying solely on her submission to Su Bai to keep herself going.
Watching his senior in this extremely shameful state, her body trembling continuously yet forced to obediently dance provocatively for him, Su Bai felt an intense satisfaction in his heart. That ultimate visual enjoyment and psychological sense of conquest made the blood in his entire body boil.
He knew the time was right.
Su Bai suddenly stood up from the sofa and crossed the distance to Zhou Jialu in a few strides.
Zhou Jialu was completely drained by this point. Seeing Su Bai approach, she collapsed softly into his arms, her entire body frighteningly hot, like a puddle of mud.
"The outfit is nice, and the dancing is even better."
Su Bai scooped her up by the waist and roughly tossed her onto the large, soft bed.
Zhou Jialu rolled once on the bed and lay on her back, her chest heaving violently. She looked at Su Bai with hazy eyes. "Junior... the zipper is stuck... I can't take it off..."
"Can't take it off? Then there's no need to take it off."
Relying on his terrifying, inhuman strength, Su Bai grabbed the fabric at the collar of the bodysuit with both hands, completely ignoring the stuck zipper.
Riiip!
A harsh sound of tearing fabric exploded in the bedroom.
That special bodysuit, which supposedly used a high-molecular composite material and was incredibly tough so much so that it did not budge even after Zhou Jialu tugged at it for a long time was just like a fragile piece of scrap paper in the face of Su Bai's inhuman strength.
The red and blue fabric was forcefully torn in half right down the middle by Su Bai, the immense power even snapping all the stitching along the edges.
Zhou Jialu let out a scream, frightened by this sudden, violent display of power. Her eyes widened as she watched Su Bai casually tear that ridiculously expensive bodysuit to shreds, her heart experiencing a massive shock.
This was high-elasticity fiber! How did her junior's strength reach such an inhuman level?!
But before she could recover from her shock, Su Bai's burning body pressed down, completely sealing away all her exclamations.
...
After an unknown amount of time, the commotion in the master bedroom finally subsided.
Zhou Jialu leaned limply against Su Bai's chest, lacking the strength to move even a single finger. Her stunningly beautiful face still bore an unfaded blush, her eyes were watery, and a few drops of sweat hung from her long eyelashes.
Like a docile kitten, she pressed her face against Su Bai's chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.
Su Bai leaned against the headboard, one arm wrapped around Zhou Jialu's smooth shoulder, while his other hand reached for the phone on the nightstand.
"Where did you buy that outfit from earlier? Send me the link to the online store," Su Bai suddenly said.
Zhou Jialu froze for a moment, then weakly propped herself up and looked at him in confusion. "Why do you need the link? You tore the outfit apart, and... and it was so uncomfortable to wear. I never want to wear it a second time."
"Who said I am making you wear the same one? Since it is a good thing, we naturally have to explore it more. I think the other girls should get to enjoy it too."
Su Bai directly grabbed Zhou Jialu's phone from beside her pillow, took her hand to unlock the screen, and then opened the order history in the shopping app.
He clicked into the store that specialized in these special sexy bodysuits and began browsing with great interest.
"Oh, there are quite a few styles," Su Bai commented as he swiped through the screen. "This Venom style is not bad, a full-body tight fit, and black is slimming. And this one, the Ultraman style, this is interesting. Let's get a set of this Hatsune Miku one too; it will definitely look great on Shengsheng."
Looking at those bizarre yet highly visually impactful bodysuits in the store, Su Bai did not hesitate to start adding them to the shopping cart like crazy. As long as it caught his eye, regardless of the size, he bought it all.
After browsing for a while, Su Bai picked out over thirty special bodysuits of different styles in one breath and directly clicked to pay the full amount.
Zhou Jialu looked at the successful payment screen popping up on her phone, along with that long list of orders, and was completely speechless. Just thinking about how she and the other girls at the club would be forced to put on these weird outfits and perform all sorts of shameful dances for Su Bai in the future made her scalp tingle.
She weakly punched Su Bai's chest, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes rippling with emotion, giving him a coquettish glare.
"You are so bad."

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with 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.”