Drunk from Just One Chocolate

The matter was resolved.

Living room of the Su Family Villa.

Qin Luo leaned back on the sofa, replaying the series of maneuvers he had executed in his mind.

The first step had been to manipulate Ouyang Xuan. He could tell the man already understood everything deep down—he just needed someone to whisper those thoughts into his ear.

Even if the alliance leader had claimed that the ancient sects were allies, not enemies...

After tens of thousands of years, who could guarantee they wouldn’t try to consume modern civilization?

Ouyang Xuan had been caught in that very dilemma. Qin Luo had merely helped him pierce through that thin veil of hesitation.

Combined with a few well-placed rumors, Ouyang Xuan had come to trust him completely.

Next, using Ouyang Xuan’s authority as acting minister, Qin Luo had convened a meeting of the alliance’s core members.

He’d begun with a seemingly nonsensical opening, coaxing everyone into uttering the phrase: "Pledge loyalty to Lady Su."

It wasn’t that Qin Luo hadn’t considered forcing the words out of them using his verbal enchantment abilities.

But...

He had to admit it—he wasn’t a martial arts freak like Su Muwan.

His current strength only afforded him the barest means of self-preservation in this world.

So he had to play it safe.

Fortunately, the outcome was smooth. Everyone recited those harmless words without issue.

The effect of "Unified Army Command" ensured that none of the core members would betray them.

Only after securing this first step could he proceed with his plan.

The second phase involved using divination to predict the events of the alliance treaty negotiations.

This went off without a hitch.

As expected, the representatives sent weren’t the strongest, but they weren’t pushovers either.

In the past, a force like this could have suppressed half the alliance.

But alas...

He had Su Muwan on his side.

Initially, he’d only asked her to act on a whim, suspecting she must have grown even stronger.

After all, what was the point of her daily "training" otherwise?

Yet who could have guessed she was this strong?

She single-handedly wiped them all out.

With their spirits and bodies shattered, the ancient sect representatives were easily swayed into becoming allies.

The third step—infiltrating the sects themselves—was the most crucial.

He called it...

The Ancient Sect Assimilation Project!

The goal? To expose them to modern influences and turn them into one of their own!

A faint smirk curled Qin Luo’s lips. In terms of raw power, the alliance—no, the entirety of modern civilization—might pale in comparison to the ancient sects.

But...

They possessed something the ancient sects had never experienced.

And that was...

Technology!

"Technology shapes the era"—such a statement might sound laughable in a world dominated by martial arts.

But that was only because people here had grown up reaping the benefits of technology.

They might dismiss it as trivial, but strip away the comforts of modern life, and society would descend into chaos.

The ancient sects, however, had never tasted the convenience or pleasures of technology.

And what Qin Luo intended to do...

Was to utterly cripple them from within!

Turn every last disciple into lazy, unmotivated couch potatoes who couldn’t care less about cultivation!

Once that happened, the sects’ downfall would only be a matter of time.

Heh heh heh...

Qin Luo chuckled softly. Thankfully, they’d already grown accustomed to the conveniences of tech, so they wouldn’t spiral into complete lethargy—

"Crunch crunch crunch~~"

"Giggle giggle!"

The sudden, crisp noises snapped him out of his grand scheming.

Bewildered, he turned his head—

And felt his eyelid twitch.

There, curled up in a corner of the sofa, was Su Muwan, legs tucked under her as she happily munched on a bag of plain potato chips.

Her delicate face was the picture of contentment, eyes glued to the TV screen as she periodically stuffed another chip into her mouth, producing those obnoxious "crunch crunch" sounds.

Qin Luo’s expression darkened. With a sigh, he stood and walked over to her.

Then, without warning, he flicked her forehead.

"Ow!"

Su Muwan’s face scrunched up in protest, her eyes widening indignantly. "Qin Luo, what was that for?!"

She looked like an offended kitten, puffed up and ready to swipe.

And just like that, Qin Luo’s good mood returned.

He reached out, pinching her cheeks between his fingers as he squished them playfully. "Tell me, my lady, aren’t you the least bit curious about what those people called you?"

"Mmmmph... Whuuut?"

Her speech was muffled by his assault, but her defiant glare remained firmly locked on him.

Grinning, Qin Luo continued kneading her face. "Back at the alliance meeting hall, they referred to you as the 'Frostbite Demon.' Remember that?"

"Mmm... Sooo?"

"Well, my lady, you can turn people into popsicles, we have that bronze cauldron that might alter timelines..."

"Huh?!"

The moment those words left his mouth—

Su Muwan's mind seemed to be overtaken once again by the intellect of the villainess from her past life. Her eyes lit up as she mumbled ambiguously, "You... mean to say that I’ll enter a dream later and alter the timeline?!"

"Bingo, that’s exactly it."

"Even if that’s true... but..."

Su Muwan glared at Qin Luo and exclaimed, "Why do you have to pinch my cheek while talking?!"

"Uh..."

Qin Luo blinked, his fingers still gently kneading her soft skin, almost addicted to the sensation. "Well, it’s just that the young lady’s cheeks are so soft... they’re really fun to squish..."

"Other people pet cats..."

"Does this count as... petting the young lady?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Su Muwan’s face flushed red. She struggled free from his grasp, rubbing her slightly reddened cheek while exclaiming in disbelief:

"No way!"

"What kind of shameless nonsense are you spouting?!"

Su Muwan was utterly stunned.

She stared at Qin Luo with wide eyes, her mind racing.

What’s going on? What on earth is happening?!

Back when she first met Qin Luo, he had been nothing but gentle and humble in front of her!

But now?

Look at him! Just look at him!

He’s even started bullying his young mistress with his hands!

"Such audacity from a mere Qin Luo!"

Su Muwan huffed indignantly, glaring at him.

As she spoke, she picked up another potato chip and popped it into her mouth.

Crunch.

The sound was deliberately loud, as if emphasizing her displeasure.

Qin Luo found it amusing. "Young Lady, do you really love potato chips that much? Are they really that tasty?"

With that, he reached out to take one.

But—

Rustle.

Su Muwan swiftly moved the bag out of his reach, clutching it protectively as she shot him a defiant look. "These are mine. You can’t have any—not after bullying me just now."

Qin Luo watched her pouty, adorable expression with great amusement, though he feigned hurt, placing a hand over his chest. "Wow, Young Lady, that really stings."

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

A possessive young lady guarding her snacks—absolutely adorable.

Seeing this, Su Muwan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. Maybe she was just that kind of woman.

So—

She rummaged through the snack box under the sofa and pulled out a delicate little case. Inside were small, exquisite chocolates.

Dangling one in front of Qin Luo, she snorted lightly. "Getting hurt over something so trivial? How pathetic of you, Qin Luo."

"Fine!"

"Since you’ve been somewhat useful lately, I’ll grace you with this chocolate."

Her tone was lofty, like a haughty little princess bestowing a favor upon her subject.

"Oh?"

Qin Luo eyed the chocolate, raising a brow before deliberately pouting. "Just one piece? Young Lady, you’re really stingy."

Su Muwan’s delicate eyebrows shot up in irritation. "Hmph! How dare you complain! This is a limited-edition liquor-filled chocolate I’ve been saving!"

"Alright, alright. But, Young Lady, you have to feed it to me."

Qin Luo grinned, opening his mouth expectantly.

Su Muwan’s face instantly reddened. She shot him a glare. "So demanding!"

Despite her words, her hand unconsciously lifted the chocolate, slowly bringing it toward him.

Just as Qin Luo thought she would simply place it in his mouth—

Su Muwan’s eyes suddenly gleamed with mischief.

In a flash, she popped the chocolate into her own mouth, then leaned forward with lightning speed, pressing her lips lightly against his.

Mmm—!

The chocolate melted between their tongues, its sweetness spreading instantly.

Qin Luo froze for a second before reacting—he wrapped an arm around Su Muwan’s waist, deepening the kiss.

A long moment later...

Su Muwan pulled away, her face flushed. She bit her lip, trying to sound composed. "Hmph. Happy now?"

But the slight tremor in her voice and her inability to meet his eyes betrayed her embarrassment.

Qin Luo smirked. "Mmm, delicious. Especially this unique feeding method. I’d love to experience it more often."

"In your dreams!"

Su Muwan, flustered, smacked his arm lightly. "This was a one-time exception. Don’t get any ideas."

"Hahaha!"

Qin Luo laughed, sidling up to her on the couch. Then, suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Oh, right, Young Lady—what did you say this chocolate was again?"

"Uh, liquor-filled choco..."

Su Muwan’s voice trailed off as her vision blurred.

She blinked hard, trying to clear her sight, but the dizziness only worsened. Her body swayed slightly.

???

Qin Luo immediately steadied her by the shoulders. "Muwan? Muwan? What’s wrong?"

Su Muwan leaned against his chest, tilting her head up to gaze at him with dazed eyes, though her lips curled stubbornly. "I... I’m perfectly fine. It’s just that the sofa seems to be spinning..."

"Qin Luo, your face has turned into three... that’s a bit too many. Which one should I kiss, hmm... blblblblbl..."

"Muwan? Muwan??"

Qin Luo was stunned.

Wait, are you seriously knocked out by just one—no, one piece of chocolate?

Back during Truth or Dare, you drank red wine like it was nothing!

And another thing—

What level are you even at? How can you still get drunk like this??