"Su...!"
The short cry barely had time to escape his throat.
A pink haze surged like a tidal wave, carrying an intoxicating magic that rushed in from all directions, enveloping Qin Luo completely in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, it felt as though an invisible, velvety hand had seized his consciousness, sending his mind into a dizzying whirl.
The familiar living room scenery before him was swiftly erased, as if wiped away by an eraser, leaving only chaos in its wake.
Then, a dreamlike expanse of pink flowers unfolded before his eyes.
Each blossom was radiantly vivid, petals drifting gently in the breeze like a tender, mesmerizing rain of flowers.
An overwhelmingly sweet fragrance seeped into his nostrils, winding its way through his breath and quietly numbing every nerve, dissolving his will to resist.
Hiss...
Qin Luo's consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
Am I... being charmed?
Su—Mu—wan!!
You wretched young mistress!!!
"Ehehe!"
Seizing the moment, Su Muwan slipped out of Qin Luo's arms as nimbly as a fish.
She stood to the side, tilting her head as she observed Qin Luo, watching his gaze grow more and more vacant.
Only then did the corners of her lips curl upward into a sly, triumphant smile.
First, she playfully wiggled a finger in front of Qin Luo's eyes. When he showed no reaction, she rose onto her tiptoes and leaned in closer.
Her warm breath, laced with amusement, brushed against his ear as she whispered, "Serves you right for teasing me earlier. Now it's my turn."
"Luo Luo~~ I didn’t learn all these techniques just for fighting, you know~~"
Her voice brimmed with the glee of a child who’d gotten her way.
So then...
Su Muwan gazed delightedly at the dazed Qin Luo. Where should she start playing?
As she pondered, she extended a slender finger, its tip crackling with an almost electric energy, and lightly traced the sharp contours of Qin Luo’s face.
Haaah~ Haaah~
Why did this suddenly feel so thrilling?
Su Muwan’s breathing quickened slightly.
Her finger trailed slowly down the bridge of Qin Luo’s straight, high nose, savoring its firmness.
Then, it wandered to his faintly pink lips, her fingertip grazing them lightly, sending a faint shiver through him.
Wahh!!
After doing this, Su Muwan yanked her hand back, her face burning scarlet like a ripened apple.
She covered her cheeks and flopped onto the sofa, rolling around in silent screams.
Pervert! Pervert!!
Su Muwan, you absolute pervert!!!!
What kind of books have you been reading to turn out like this?!?!
"No!! No, I can’t!"
Su Muwan panted heavily, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she stared at the motionless Qin Luo.
Gulp!
Don’t forget why you’re doing this, Su Muwan!
She swallowed hard, then shakily reached for Qin Luo’s wrist.
Meanwhile, though Qin Luo’s consciousness was foggy...
A voice abruptly echoed in his mind.
[Luo Luo Luo Luo Luo~~!!]
Huh?
Qin Luo lifted his head groggily.
Before him, Su Muwan sat primly on the sofa, surrounded by the pink sea of flowers.
Her expression was calm.
[I... I really want Luo Luo to pat my head!!]
Pat her head...
Qin Luo studied the expressionless Su Muwan before him. The young mistress’s demeanor was odd.
She wasn’t speaking, so why could he hear her voice?
Why?
[Ah... Luo Luo is looking at me... so embarrassing...]
Hiss!
Qin Luo’s eyes widened. Wait a minute!
He stared at the stoic Su Muwan.
Could it be...
He...
Could now hear Su Muwan’s inner thoughts?!
But wasn’t he charmed?
Wasn’t this flower field proof of that?
[Why isn’t Luo Luo making a move? Could it be... I’m not charming enough...]
"No, that’s not it."
Qin Luo instinctively spoke, his voice breaking the tense silence in the room.
Outside the illusion—
"!!"
Su Muwan had just grasped Qin Luo’s wrist when his murmur startled her like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She jerked back, wide-eyed, staring at Qin Luo in disbelief. "Qin Luo? You’re awake?"
Had the Charm Magic failed?!
But...
Su Muwan gulped, eyeing Qin Luo, who had fallen silent again after that one remark.
Realization dawned.
Oh, she was scaring herself.
The Charm Magic’s effect was to immerse the victim in their most intoxicating fantasy.
Maybe... Qin Luo was trapped in some illusion right now?
She exhaled in relief and settled back down.
Just as she was about to resume her actions while holding Qin Luo’s wrist—
Snap!
Su Muwan: ?!!
Qin Luo’s previously limp hand suddenly clamped around her wrist like an eagle’s talon, gripping with startling strength, as unyielding as an iron shackle. Her heart skipped a beat.
Su Muwan snapped back to reality, her pupils trembling.
Wait—
Are you actually charmed or not?!
From Qin Luo’s perspective—
After he spoke, the "Su Muwan" before him frowned.
Coldly, she said, "Qin Luo, what nonsense are you spouting now?"
[So... so sudden... The way Qin Luo is looking at me is so intense...]
Qin Luo took a deep breath and, under "Su Muwan’s" disdainful gaze, said earnestly, "Young Mistress, you’re incredibly charming!"
"Su Muwan" froze, then looked at Qin Luo as if he were a bug, sneering, "Hah?"
"A mere stray dog I picked up off the streets dares to spout such ridiculous words?"
"Know your place."
"All you need to do is grovel at my feet every day."
"If I’m in a good mood, I might even let you drink my foot bath water."
"But only after I’ve trampled you ten thousand times a day. Understood?"
[Charm... charming... Is he talking about me?]
[So embarrassing...]
Hearing "Su Muwan’s" inner voice, Qin Luo nodded. "I understand, Young Mistress."
"Su Muwan" narrowed her eyes. "You understand... Hey—"
Before she could finish, Qin Luo reached out.
But before he could touch her, "Su Muwan" reacted swiftly, pressing a foot against his chest to push him back.
Flustered, she snapped, "I said don’t move!"
"A lowly stray like you, daring to lay hands on me?"
"I’ve decided—today, your punishment is eating my spit-mixed rice!"
[Wh-wh-what’s happening...]
[Did Qin Luo notice my thoughts?]
Assuming this was just Su Muwan role-playing, Qin Luo gently grasped her ankle and pulled her closer, closing the distance between them.
Softly, he murmured, "Young Mistress, I get it now...."
In the illusion, "Su Muwan" widened her eyes: "What do you... mmm!!"
At the same time.
Outside the illusion, the real Su Muwan also stared in shock, her pupils trembling as she looked at the dazed Qin Luo before her: "Qin Luo!! You—mmm!!"
Hey!!
Why are you still so unruly even under a charm spell?!
What kind of intoxicating illusion are you seeing that’s making you act like this?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
