This is like zombies offering some benefit to an ordinary human to make them obey.
The original host had seen the Insect Mother—that thing was literally just a massive, slimy, disgusting blob. After ruling out the possibility that Du Ran had mental issues, Little Wei couldn’t fathom what kind of sick person would make a deal with bugs.
Unless… the wriggling of bugs felt more stimulating than a normal man’s?
Little Wei nearly gagged.
It probably wasn’t as twisted as she imagined.
"If that’s the case, then there’s only one possibility left. She isn’t Du Ran at all." As Ling Wanbai uttered these words, a cold sweat broke out across her body.
If her suspicions were correct—if the Insect Race already had a subspecies capable of parasitizing and controlling humans—then humanity faced a fatal threat.
"Little Wei, I’ll report this incident seriously," Ling Wanbai said, her expression tinged with lingering fear.
"Mm-hmm." Little Wei nodded.
Why was Ling Wanbai holding her hand while talking?
"You and I actually make a good match," Ling Wanbai suddenly remarked.
Little Wei: ?
"Let’s get married." Ling Wanbai’s request was blunt and straightforward.
Little Wei: ?
She wanted to tell Ling Wanbai to piss off, but swallowed the word at the last second.
"No thanks."
Little Wei’s heart was firmly set on rejection.
"Do you actually like Zhang Yunxiao?" Ling Wanbai’s expression darkened.
She didn’t even know why, but seeing Little Wei confess to Zhang Yunxiao earlier had left her feeling inexplicably stifled.
Worse than losing first place in an exam.
And that was saying something—because she always ranked first in the entire Federation.
"Huh?" Little Wei genuinely hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn.
But liking Zhang Yunxiao? That was entirely made up.
"No," Little Wei denied.
She wasn’t into men—why would she like Zhang Yunxiao?
Meanwhile, the straight-laced Ling Wanbai seemed to have finally had an epiphany. She lowered her head, lips pressed together.
"So you’re saying I need to pamper you? Is that the condition for marrying me?"
Little Wei side-eyed her, skepticism written all over her face.
"Do you even know how to pamper someone?"
Honestly, after experiencing so many worlds, only Chengzi and her master had been good at taking care of others. Sister Mo Qing was nice but a bit fierce.
And Ling Wanbai? She’d be even fiercer.
"Don’t underestimate a UR’s capabilities when it comes to something so simple," Ling Wanbai retorted coldly, visibly irritated by the doubt.
Little Wei: …
What did pampering have to do with combat strength?
And why was Ling Wanbai acting like she was dead set on marrying her?
Coach, she didn’t know how to solve this problem.
"We should get to class," Little Wei forced a dry laugh.
"Tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it." Ling Wanbai grabbed her hand.
Before Little Wei could react, her back was against the wall, her breath instinctively hitching.
What was happening?
Huh?
No no no, absolutely not.
"What are you doing?" Little Wei gulped involuntarily.
They were too close—she could see how smooth and soft Ling Wanbai’s skin was, practically begging to be touched.
"Tell me. What do you want me to do?" Ling Wanbai’s gaze remained locked onto her, unyielding.
She marveled at Little Wei’s delicate, flawless skin. Even among the academy’s top-tier double-S ranks, no one could match this level of cuteness.
Ling Wanbai swallowed hard.
Then their lips met.
Little Wei was so startled her pupils momentarily dilated.
Her face flushed crimson in an instant.
But it was just a chaste peck—Ling Wanbai pulled away almost immediately.
Her mind blank, Ling Wanbai looked vaguely regretful.
Before Little Wei could process anything, Ling Wanbai declared, "I’ll take responsibility."
Little Wei: ???
This wasn’t about responsibility.
Why had she kissed her?
It couldn’t just be because she was cute, right?
Little Wei silently grumbled to herself.
"I’ve marked you. That was my mistake. Tomorrow, I’ll take you home to meet my parents."
Little Wei: ???
She was speechless. Apparently, Ling Wanbai’s earlier talk of "marking" had gone completely over her head.
Then again, with Ling Wanbai’s personality, she definitely wasn’t the type to secretly browse educational materials on her neural interface.
But after that kiss, their clothes were slightly disheveled. Little Wei’s gaze inadvertently drifted to Ling Wanbai’s exposed collarbone, and her ears instantly burned.
Damn it, the Chengzi in this world was practically evolving into a pineapple.
I wonder if this pineapple would taste sweet if I took a bite.
Ugh!
This was dangerous.
Stay pure, Gu Wei! No lewd thoughts!
But given Ling Wanbai’s personality in this world, would she even know how to… align things properly? She was utterly clueless.
"You can’t get pregnant from just a kiss," Little Wei muttered, snapping out of her daze and patting her flushed cheeks.
"I don’t know much about these things," Ling Wanbai admitted awkwardly.
"Then educate yourself," Little Wei shot back.
For some reason, Ling Wanbai felt unusually warm. She tugged at her collar and resumed explaining the problem set.
But as Little Wei listened, something felt… off.
Wait.
Why was there… down there?
Her eyes grew slightly misty, her fingers curling involuntarily. This sensation—it was exactly like the first world. She remembered now: double-S individuals experienced this every fifteen days.
Back then, Little Wei hadn’t paid it much attention.
Now, her pheromones were flooding the room, saturating the air. Even Ling Wanbai, mid-lecture, was visibly affected by the overwhelming scent.
She wanted to go to her.
It was an irrational, primal urge.
Like a devil whispering in her ear:
Come here~
There’s something sweet and soft waiting—no chewing required.
Ling Wanbai unsheathed her sword, dropping to one knee, unable to look directly at Little Wei.
She knew what was happening. In situations like this, unmarried double-S individuals had to… handle things themselves.
"Should I take you to the bathroom?" Ling Wanbai asked hoarsely.
"No," Little Wei gasped. She was drowning in the waves of heat.
It hurt.
She could barely breathe.
This was only the second time the original host’s body had reacted like this. Supposedly, it only got worse with each cycle.
But with Ling Wanbai right there, Little Wei couldn’t exactly start fiddling under her skirt.
"Go to the bedroom," Little Wei gritted out.
Right now, the last thing she needed was Ling Wanbai nearby. Distance would ease the torment.
"Okay." Ling Wanbai stood hastily.
But instead of heading to the bedroom—
Little Wei’s eyes widened in alarm.
"What are you—?"
Oh no, don’t come closer!
"I…" Ling Wanbai dropped to her knees before her. Before Little Wei could protest, a golden light surged into Ling Wanbai’s mind.
Her pupils trembled.
Fragments of unfamiliar memories flooded in—a girl who looked strikingly like Little Wei, always tricking her into cooking, unbearably tsundere.
And she… wasn’t like this either.
"Little Wei, I remember now. I love you." Ling Wanbai cupped the back of her head and—
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
