Fatal Attraction

How do I unbind this trash system?

An Yi scowled and closed the system interface.

Useless!

I seriously suspect the creator of this system didn’t even finish nine years of compulsory education!

I’m never opening the system introduction again—if I do, I’m a turtle!

Hmm, pretty sure I’ve said that before…

Whatever. Some shameless writer kept yapping about changing the book title, but a month later, it’s still the same.

So, these things aren’t worth stressing over.

An Yi frowned as he looked at the silver dragon in his storage space.

It just barged in like that?

This is an alternate dimension! Even Hongtian at his full power couldn’t detect it.

Yet this dragon waltzed right in!

At least it had shrunk in size, so it didn’t take up too much space.

Still, having a dragon stashed inside him wasn’t exactly a long-term solution.

An Yi manipulated the storage space to hurl a roll of toilet paper at the dragon’s head.

No reaction.

Next, he flung a bottle of iced tea (filled with liquid) at it.

Still nothing.

Then, he summoned a black-and-gold greatsword.

The dragon’s amber eyes snapped open, locking onto him with overwhelming pressure.

"Shhh, good dragon, go back to sleep," An Yi hastily soothed, lowering the sword.

The dragon’s eyes closed again, and it drifted back into slumber.

Sighing, An Yi resigned himself to treating the space like a dumpster for oversized junk.

He mourned his already cramped storage, now even more claustrophobic.

"What’s the deal with this dragon?" Hongtian asked, glancing at the Venerable Monk.

"Not sure. A decade ago, Boss Nie spent over a hundred million to buy it from a collector. After storing it down here, he never asked about it again—probably forgot it existed," the monk replied.

Studying Hongtian, the monk raised a bushy white eyebrow. "You’re a demon too?"

Living underground, he’d seen plenty of monsters that could shift between beast and human forms, so a talking black dog didn’t faze him.

"The hell I am!" Hongtian bared his teeth and snarled.

An Yi cut in, puzzled. "So this dragon never moved all this time?"

The monk mused, "I never imagined it was alive. Ten years without a single twitch… the world truly holds endless wonders."

As he spoke, the monk settled back onto his meditation cushion, closing his one remaining eye. "Leave. I’ll pretend you were never here."

Clack!

A black longsword rested against his neck.

"Old man, you don’t seem to grasp the situation. I decide what happens now," An Yi grinned, flashing sharp teeth.

The Venerable Monk: "…"

Creak.

The door inched open.

"An Yi… An Yi, you asleep?" Nie Qinglan peeked in, whispering.

The room was silent.

"Out cold already?"

Glancing around to confirm no one was watching, she shut the door with painstaking care.

Tiptoeing to An Yi’s bed, her face burned crimson.

"That blockhead An Yi," she grumbled.

She’d given him so many chances, but he never took the hint. Now she had to make the first move.

Licking her lips, she smiled, revealing tiny fangs.

"How’d this ugly dog get in here?"

She eyed Hongtian, who’d been asleep in the car and was still dead to the world.

Whatever. As long as he didn’t interrupt.

"An Yi, wake up. I’m here."

Nie Qinglan whispered softly into An Yi's ear.

An Yi remained motionless.

"Then I'll have to take matters into my own hands?"

Nie Qinglan said, her face flushing as she reached for his clothes.

"I refuse to believe I can't break through you!"

She untied his pajamas, revealing blood-stirringly thin undergarments beneath.

Nie Qinglan quietly slipped inside.

"Such hard abs!"

Her delicate brows furrowed—how could this guy be so unyielding?

"An Yi?"

Curious, she turned on the light.

The fake An Yi lay completely still.

A sense of foreboding washed over Nie Qinglan. Her face paled as she cautiously reached out to check for breath.

"Ah!!!"

Click-clack! Click-clack!

High heels echoed through the underground passage.

Shirley walked gracefully, her curvaceous figure leaving a trail of fragrant air in her wake.

"Madam Nie!"

Bodyguards saluted her one after another along the way.

Shirley curled her crimson lips into a smile. "Good work, everyone. Stay vigilant."

"Yes!"

The guards watched her slender, model-esque silhouette sway, feeling their lives brim with renewed hope.

Clutching a vial of reagent nervously, Shirley kept her movements natural while scanning her surroundings.

By routine, Boss Nie should already be asleep.

No one would disturb her mission at this late hour.

As she neared the warehouse after the long passage, her pupils suddenly constricted.

"You... you're Boss Nie?" Shirley asked, horrified.

What shocked her wasn't that it was Boss Nie—but that the person before her had a face obscured by pixelation.

Only the blurry, low-resolution features vaguely resembled Boss Nie's.

"That's right, it's me."

Boss Nie cleared his throat.

Though his tone was calm and his voice a near-perfect imitation, the pixelated face was hardly convincing.

Elsewhere, Hongtian glared at the Venerable Monk bound in a tortoise-shell tie and hissed, "Stay quiet, or I'll bite you to death."

The monk, tightly restrained, could only nod helplessly.

Once the esteemed abbot of Lantuo Temple, now in retirement, he was being threatened by a dog.

The "Boss Nie" here was actually An Yi in disguise. He'd planned to bluff past the guards but hadn't expected to run into Shirley.

This woman was no pushover!

Shirley's lips curled into a smirk. "Drop the act. You're An Yi, right? I recognize your voice."

"No way, you can tell?" An Yi was stunned, silently cursing his system's uselessness.

The Evil Ghost Mask's transformation ability was only 75% complete!

His face could only morph to a pathetic 75%—utter trash!

He'd sacrificed his chastity for this mask, and this was all it could do?

It even needed upgrades!

Then again, the system never expected him to struggle this much just to lose his virginity.

Shirley swayed her slender waist as she approached, teasing, "Hehe, I took a wild guess, but it really is you!"

An Yi:

"...Got tricked?!"

Then again, he was the prime suspect.

Shirley closed in, her stunning face alight with amusement. "Tsk, this mask is so crudely made. It doesn’t resemble him at all."

"R-really?" An Yi took a step back, discomfort flashing across his face.

Undeterred, Shirley advanced further. Her wavy hair swayed slightly, her intoxicating fragrance enveloping them.

Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered like rippling water.

"Out with it—did you follow me here, little brother?"

She lifted An Yi's chin, her red lips parting. "Naughty boy. You already have Qinglan, yet you're still unsatisfied? Could it be... you have eyes for me too?"

"No, I didn't! That's not true! Don't spout nonsense!"

An Yi's throat went dry as he stared at those enviably long, alluring legs.

It was as if he saw Boss Nie approaching, wearing a vibrant green hat.

"The Young Mother-in-Law," "My Friend's Mom"—

In an instant, the titles of countless masterpieces swirled through An Yi's mind.