Chapter 14

Inside Longchao Pavilion, an exquisite figure materialized amidst swirling mists, abruptly returning to the second-floor room.

"Old Du."

She called out softly. Downstairs in the main hall of Longchao Pavilion, Old Master Du, who had been curled up taking a catnap, gave a violent start. With a few rapid, shimmering leaps, he quickly arrived outside the second-floor room.

Catching the familiar scent of smoke, Old Master Du glanced at the wide-open door. The indistinct figure hidden behind the screen caused him to prostrate himself in fear and trembling, his cat head touching the floor as he respectfully answered the voice:

"Boss, you have returned?"

"Mm~"

The woman behind the screen, none other than Boss Shen, exhaled a plume of thick smoke and asked in a seductive yet lazy tone:

"Where is Xiaotong? It's so late, is she still not back?"

"Answering the Boss, she did come back once, but went out again shortly after. I suppose she's out running wild somewhere again. Every time she finishes a commission, she's like this."

"Does she even have the money for that? Where could she possibly go to run wild?"

"…Per your request, Boss, I deliberately set aside an extra twenty Jiufang Coins for her this month."

"Only twenty?"

"You know how our financial situation is at Longchao Pavilion, Boss… Besides, hasn't most of the money been used by you, Boss, to buy all sorts of intelligence…? This Du speaks out of turn, please forgive me, Boss."

"Mm… Fine then~ Just let her bear with it a little longer. Once I go out this time and capture that Ancient Dragon Realm, everything will get better."

"…"

Cold sweat beaded on Old Master Du's forehead once again. He couldn't help but marvel at how truly boundless Boss Shen's divine powers were; the legendary Ancient Dragon Realm sounded in her mouth like something she could pluck effortlessly from the air.

"I wonder why Boss has summoned me this time?"

Old Du inquired. The Boss's memory wasn't particularly good. Sometimes when she was giving instructions, she would get sidetracked and simply forget; she would think she had given instructions when she hadn't, and thought she hadn't when she had.

Yet no matter whether she gave instructions for major matters or not, things always managed to drift in the direction Boss Shen desired. This left Old Master Du unable to pin her down—he always felt that Boss Shen possessed an unfathomable aura of supreme calculation and profound mystery.

"Oh, that's right."

Boss Shen suddenly remembered. Just now, she really had almost planned to finish a puff of smoke and then chase Old Du back downstairs…

"Recently, the Dragon Suppression Bureau and the Qianxiang Society have been extremely active around Zhongpu…"

"The Yu Clan over in Wuli District also seems to have some bigwig visiting…"

"And in Qinmin District, a tremendously powerful 'colossus' was suddenly unearthed—a never-before-heard-of force that leaves its traces everywhere, the Min Family…"

"The moment this family was exposed, I became very interested. According to my investigation, the next person in power for the Min Family seems to have already been decided, and quite recently, they are likely to appear in Zhongpu…"

"In short, Zhongpu is about to descend into chaos. Only if they fight among themselves will we have an opportunity… Tell Xiaotong to rein it in a bit lately and not get mixed up in it."

Behind the screen, Boss Shen's figure stretched slightly, a meaningful, sharp gleam flashing in her eyes.

"Du understands. When Tong returns, I will instruct her properly."

Old Master Du bowed in assent, though a wave of apprehension lingered in his heart, bringing a sense of an impending storm—although Longchao Pavilion was hardly a major faction and its influence was quite limited, if a tempest truly struck Zhongpu, it was unlikely any faction could easily extricate itself.

"Very well, nothing else. You may leave."

The door to Boss Shen's room clicked shut, and shortly after, the sound of splashing water echoed faintly.

"Understood."

Old Master Du's gaze turned murky and unfathomable. With a flash, he returned to the ground floor and curled up to sleep once more.

How difficult! I, old Du, am merely a cat, yet I manage such a massive enterprise for the Boss day in and day out, calculating down to every penny until I'm shedding fur from sheer exhaustion… What a worry! With things already this dire, a huge mess has to erupt in this remote backwater of Zhongpu District—surely I deserve to sleep a bit longer. Otherwise, I'll shed even more fur.

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Unfortunately, Boss Shen's warning seemed to have come a little too late.

Inside Kowloon Residence, in Dragon King Suite 909.

Min Moyou pressed a step closer, her entire body nearly flush against Tong.

Tong didn't dare to back away at all. Not to mention the sharp blade pressed against her lower back, she didn't even dare to make the slightest twitch—just after her little scheme had been seen through, Yeying had placed yet another short blade right against the main artery in Tong's neck.

The blade rested directly against Tong's skin, its icy touch radiating a fierce murderous intent straight to the crown of her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tong could vaguely see that the blade was dark purple, reflecting a black-green matte finish under the light! It looked poisoned…

(`?ω??)?

Tong had no idea what she had possibly done to deserve such "heavy-handed security" from the older sister behind her!

Min Moyou pressed closer. The first thing to feel Min Moyou's scorching breath was the generous prominence on Tong's chest.

With their toes practically touching, Tong's breasts were pressed into deformation, yet her soft bosom could do nothing to soften Min Moyou's hardline attitude:

"Can you undress me now? If you don't know how, I'll teach you myself."

Yeying was also very cooperative, withdrawing the dagger from Tong's carotid artery just a fraction, yet seemingly deliberately placing the short blade within Tong's field of vision so she could clearly see the naked threat.

"I can… I can…"

Tong stammered in agreement, gently raising her hands, lightly resting them on Min Moyou's suit jacket, gingerly undoing the buttons, and finally slipping the jacket off Min Moyou…

Why so gently? Because the moment she made any slightly larger movement, Yeying's weapon would pierce her flesh. Actually, once Tong became submissive, Yeying had deliberately pulled the dagger back a bit, leaving Tong some room to operate. Min Moyou also cooperated by spreading her arms. Yet these details were completely ignored by Tong's highly-strung nervous system.

Holding the suit jacket just removed from Min Moyou, Tong used her eyes to ask: Where should I put this? Min Moyou replied: "Wherever." So Tong casually tossed the suit onto the bed.

"Hmm?"

Yeying let out a dissatisfied nasal hum. Immediately, Tong felt the dagger at her lower back press forward a fraction, seemingly slicing right through the back of the bathrobe she was wearing…

"Wrong! Wrong! I… I'll go tidy it… up…"

Feeling the sharpness of Yeying's weapon all too vividly, Tong instantly folded, making a French surrender gesture with both hands. She pointed at the suit on the bed, inched away step by step to the bedside, slowly lowered herself, and—exerting nearly all the wisdom she possessed regarding the folding of clothes—finally managed to fold it into an ugly, misshapen square…

Didn't you say "wherever"…?! Why was she getting angry then?!?!?

Tong looked at Min Moyou with grievance— Are you going to say something? Will you at least say a word for me?!

"Fold it again! Get my master's clothes neatly folded!"

Yeying chimed in right on cue, scolding Tong coldly and leaving her no opportunity to communicate with her master via eye contact. Clearly, while Yeying said nothing out loud, inwardly she had been dissatisfied with Tong for a long time. Every single member of their Death Guard sextet wanted nothing more than to fly up to the phoenix branch and become Min Moyou's concubine.

Tong looked up and glanced back—she refused to believe it! She refused to believe Min Moyou could be so cruel! Min Moyou met Tong's pitiful eyes, but faced with such a loyal and protective subordinate, Min Moyou could only helplessly spread her hands.

"Alright, Yeying." "It's just a piece of clothing, worth several million Jiufang Coins. I've always just thrown things away once they get dirty." "No need to pick on her." "I'm still waiting for her to undress me."

Yeying sheathed her weapon and stepped back a meter, though her eyes remained fixed on Tong with a warning glare. "Yes, Master."

Free of the threat, Tong felt her limbs turn to jelly, and she nearly collapsed straight onto the floor—she was broken, truly broken inside…. She didn't even notice the bathrobe crossing her chest slipping open slightly to reveal a peek of skin—if she didn't vent some heat soon, Tong feared her poor little brain would fry from the surging adrenaline.

"What are you waiting for? Come here." "Chirp chirp chirp… I know……"

At Min Moyou's low summons, Tong dared not step out of line any longer, inching her body forward toward Min Moyou step by step. Next came the inner layer of the suit… Tong could even faintly make out the solid muscles beneath Min Moyou's clothes through the form-fitting fabric. Extending her trembling hands, she rested them on the first frog button beneath Min Moyou's collarbone. The moment she went to unbutton it, the back of Tong's finger brushed against Min Moyou's Adam's apple without her even realizing it—dammit, why was this button tied so tightly?! It was so hard to undo!

Min Moyou chuckled evilly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her Adam's apple bobbed, bumping against Tong's finger.

"Eep—!"

Tong was startled! In her panic, relying on her extraordinary superhuman strength as a Dragon Descendant, she accidentally tore right through the first and second frog buttons of Min Moyou's inner layer, yanking the collar wide open before stopping.

"What… what are you doing?!" "Swallowing. What, you don't swallow?"

How could Min Moyou admit that her eyes had involuntarily drifted toward Tong's wide-open cleavage, making her mouth dry and involuntarily triggering a physical stress response? Of course she wouldn't say that.

"Gulp—"

A very loud swallowing sound came from Tong's throat, and her gaze couldn't help but lock onto Min Moyou's neckline— Good grief, she was an aging spinster herself, and the most flesh-revealing male creature she usually interacted with was Old Master Du; the men around her were all wrapped up tighter than mummies….. It seemed that ever since kindergarten, Tong hadn't laid eyes on such an exposed male…

"What's wrong? Hungry again?" Min Moyou asked with a half-smile, staring at Tong's throat. "Hungry… No! I just swallowed too……" "Then why aren't you continuing? How much longer do I have to wait to take a bath? Can't even handle a tiny task." "You…! I…?! I know, I know……"

If you want to take a bath, go take off your clothes and wash yourself, you weirdo!!! Yet just as these uncivilized words were about to slip out, Tong once again felt that familiar, razor-sharp sensation return to her lower back! She had no choice but to swallow her words, drooping her head with a defeated, resigned air as she shuffled back in front of Min Moyou. Just let it end quickly! This is way too humiliating ahhhhhhh!!!

Tong looked up, and Min Moyou's collarbones came into stark view—smooth and deep lines, like a meticulously carved piece of art, faintly visible under the play of light and shadow, exuding an air of sex appeal and elegant charm…

"Gulp…" Damn it, I'm kind of craving this… Bah! Have some spine, you good-for-nothing! Pull yourself together!!

Tong forced herself to stop focusing on Min Moyou's collarbones and instead looked at the frog buttons she needed to undo. Her gaze shifted downward, only to instinctively focus right above the third button— Those athletic, well-defined muscle lines… Delicate skin texture… Powerful blood vessels hidden beneath the flesh, pulsing with scorching energy… This person looked all frail and delicate, so why was her body under those clothes so explosive…

Tong didn't dare to imagine what sight would greet her if she unbuttoned any further. She felt a bit excited, a bit shy, and inexplicably, a bit fond of it… Bahh!!! He just treated you like that, Tong!! Wake up to yourself, you fool!!!!

Unhealthy thoughts churned in Tong's mind as her trembling claws hovered right in front of Min Moyou's chest.

"Oh my~ Why are your hands shaking?" "Ah ah ah… No no no… N-N-No…!"

Min Moyou grabbed Tong's hand, pressing her restless little paws straight against her own chest—right where the third frog button of her inner layer was located. "Then, continue."

Tong's face flushed completely red, blood rushing to her head—wasn't this infinitely more stimulating than being held at knifepoint by an older sister?! "N-N-No… Don't!" "Don't?" "I-I-I-I you-you-you-you…" "Yeying."

At Min Moyou's call, that familiar sensation returned from behind Tong. Double the "excitement," absolute "stimulation"! "I said, continue." "I-I-I… I kn-know……"

By this point, Tong could no longer tell what kind of emotion she was feeling. Nervousness, panic, shyness, anger, grievance, shame, frustration… all mixed together into something thoroughly complicated. She, who usually made not a peep when injured in various battles, even had a tear spill from the corner of her eye, mingling with the cold sweat on her forehead. Her cheeks were burning so hot that the newly seeped tears couldn't even reach her chin before evaporating right on her face. Her vision was exceptionally blurry, completely stripping her of the ability to think…

Fumbling clumsily, it took Tong a full minute to undo a single frog button. "Continue."

Min Moyou pressed her hand down, resting it against her own chest and sliding it downward until Tong touched the next frog button. The streamlined contours of muscle, firm yet supple, transmitted the tactile sensation from Tong's fingertips and palm straight into her mind… Despite her blurred vision, her barren imagination uncontrollably traced the path her fingers had just traveled across her mind…

Until all the buttons were finally undone, and her hand slipped the inner lining past Min Moyou's arms and back, until the upper garments were completely stripped away. Ever since the buttons of the top had been fully undone, the unsparing Tong had kept her eyes tightly shut. Yet as a Dragon Descendant, her tactile sensitivity was also enhanced; the physical dimensions of Min Moyou's body had already been roughly mapped out in her mind… "What? Still got your eyes closed?" "My… my eyes hurt, got some sand in them…" "Oh, doesn't affect anything, right?" "Doesn't affect anything…" "Then why aren't you continuing?" "Oh oh…"

Tong fumbled blindly across Min Moyou's body—how on earth was she supposed to continue? There weren't any clothes left… Slurp~ Ahem! Weren't the clothes already taken off?

"What are you groping around for? Untie the belt." "Ahhhhh? Eh?!" "Ye—" "I-I-I understand! No… no need to trouble that sister again……"

However, Tong knew all too well that the area where the belt was located was undeniably a bit sensitive… With her eyes closed, what if she groped something she shouldn't be groping…?! Was their family's upbringing… strict and conservative? Like… that kind of thing where… once you touch someone you have to take responsibility or something…..? Aiya! What nonsense are you thinking about!! Should she just open her eyes then…?!

Tong's eyelids fluttered… Ahhhhhh!!! She really couldn't do it after all!!! Seeing it with her own eyes and imagining it in her head were two completely different concepts ahhhhhhh!! She couldn't do it! How could she possibly do this?!?? Then… then should she just… rest… her hands… on his… upper body first…… And then… then… grope her way down to the belt area…… At this point, that was the only option left. Otherwise, the back of her waist would feel chilly again. Anyway, she'd already groped and groped and groped him all over…

Squinting her eyes, Tong first reached toward the upper area, planting her hands squarely on Min Moyou's shoulders, and then slid down from the shoulders, bringing both hands inward toward the center…

"Click."

Finally! After enduring the eighty-one trials, surviving the beauties' trap, the spider cave, the kingdom of men, and the seduction of the vixen—cadre Tong finally succeeded in placing both hands on Min Moyou's belt.

What happened next was a blur… Anyway, the belt came off too, and Min Moyou finally let her go, walking into the bathroom wearing trousers. She surely hadn't groped anything she shouldn't have… right? Probably… right? Definitely! Definitely not!!! It had to be not ahhhhhhh!!

Feeling as though her very life force had been sucked dry, Tong dragged her body toward the bed, intending to sprawl out in a starfish shape and directly claim the super plush, soft mattress… Striving conscientiously, Yeying is watching you! Right, under the coercive glare of Yeying's gaze, Tong made a silent detour, stumbled over to the luxury single armchair Min Moyou had been sitting in, and collapsed like a puddle of mud without an ounce of dignity.

She was broken. Completely broken. Ruined, Played out to the absolute limit….

Wrapped in Min Moyou's reassuring scent, her mental energy utterly depleted, Tong plunged into dreamland in a split second.

Zzz…… Zzz~

Yeying glared resentfully at Tong—that sofa, stained with the master's scent, was supposed to be saved as a reward for Yeying herself! And it had been occupied by that damned thief?! Outrageous! Outrageous?!??!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Yeying took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down—she had witnessed the master's tolerance and pampering of that thieving girl with her own eyes. Since the opponent was fast asleep on that sofa from exhaustion while serving the master, Yeying reluctantly decided against waking Tong up. She would just teach her a lesson when she woke up. To make sure she understood who truly held the crown among the master's servants! It was just that the nights had grown chilly lately, and she wondered if the master needed an extra layer of clothing while sleeping… Like hugging me to stay warm or something…

Yeying silently walked over to the bathroom door to stand guard for Min Moyou. As for her motives, well, that remained unknown… Besides, when Tong had stripped Min Moyou's clothes earlier, Yeying's gaze had been locked firmly onto Min Moyou's body the entire time. Don't get any funny ideas, it was purely out of concern for Min Moyou's safety. She had always been the most responsible guard, constantly looking out for her master.

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Min Moyou stepped into the bathroom. It was still clean, with only a lingering trace of steam. It seemed Tong had behaved reasonably well while taking her bath. Immediately, a pile of haphazardly discarded clothes beside the washbasin caught Min Moyou's eye. Especially two relatively small garments. Though originally white cotton, countless washes had left the marks of time upon them… Namely that bleached-out, faded look that only appears after innumerable launderings. Vaguely, there seemed to be a few unnatural, yellowish stains clinging to them as well—one could tell at a glance that cleanliness wasn't exactly her top priority in daily life.

Min Moyou tried her best to suppress the urge to pick them up and take a sniff—actually, having become a Dragon Descendant, her sense of smell had also been vastly enhanced, so even without picking them up and bringing them close to her nose she could… Ahem, what I mean is, as the young master of a prestigious family and an overbearing CEO, surely she wouldn't stoop to such a disgraceful act, right? She didn't want to act like she'd never seen a woman before.

Keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead, Min Moyou walked deeper into the bathroom, bypassed a screen, and saw that the 2x4m luxury white porcelain bathtub still contained half a tub of water.

Min Moyou frowned, and blurted out, scolding toward the outside of the bathroom: "You didn't drain your bathwater, were you saving it for me to h… preparing for me to deal with it?!"

Outside the bathroom, Zzz… Zzz… Zzz~

Min Moyou received no desired response, and straining her ears, she caught the sound of Tong's light snoring. "Master, should I wake her up?" From outside the bathroom came Yeying's voice, in which one could seemingly detect a hint of perverted excitement…? "No need." "Yes, Master."

Whether it was Min Moyou's imagination or not, Yeying's consenting voice carried a trace of complex disappointment. "Come in, help me drain her bathwater, and then run a fresh tub for me." "Very well, Master!"

Min Moyou was certain it wasn't her imagination anymore; for instance, just then, the excitement mixed into Yeying's voice had been quite obvious. Tsk, was she a closet freak too?

Yeying quickly opened the bathroom door, let herself in, and closed it behind her. The bathroom, me, and the master, a lone man and a lone woman… Hnn~ I can't take it! The master smells so good~

Heh, If anyone thought Yeying would display some kind of lovesick, simpering face, they would be severely underestimating her. As the saying went, Yeying had undergone professional training! Outwardly, she didn't reveal a single trace; her gaze lingered on Min Moyou for no more than a passing glance as she meticulously carried out Min Moyou's orders. Her movements were clean and crisp. Standing to the side, Min Moyou couldn't help but sigh that watching Yeying serve her was its own kind of refined pleasure…

"Master, please enter the tub." "Good. You're even more satisfactory than I imagined." "Thank you for the praise, Master. Serving you is Yeying's honor."

Yeying bowed respectfully, executing the salute with utmost solemnity while secretly rejoicing inwardly: Heh heh heh… I've already pulled several steps ahead~

Min Moyou nodded, just as she was about to strip away the remaining clothes on her body and step into the bath, she was stopped by Yeying. ? "Master, let me help you~" ??

Min Moyou, still somewhat unaccustomed to her new identity, failed to react for a moment—what kind of detestable feudal aristocracy nonsense was this?! How truly sinful! "Alright."

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"Master, let Yeying serve you in your bath~ You've worked hard all day, let Yeying give you a massage to relax your muscles?" "Alright~~"

Min Moyou lay back in the bathtub while Yeying sat on the edge to serve her. Nimble little hands submerged beneath the water surface first washed Min Moyou's body, then began kneading and massaging to relax her muscles…

Vaguely, Min Moyou could still sense the lingering presence of Tong lingering within the bathroom and the bathtub. The tub was the very one Tong had soaked in, and being enveloped by the hot water in the tub felt as though Tong's residual scent was also enveloping Min Moyou's body… It felt as though Tong were embracing her, and she were lying in Tong's broad bosom while simultaneously enjoying Yeying's service. It was deeply reassuring, enough to cast away all worries. She suddenly understood those emperors who neglected their morning court.

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『System? Care to explain? What does that whole "preliminary materialization of my background" thing mean? Does it mean my fictionalized background has already come true?』

【Not quite, Host. Preliminary materialization means leaving some "clues" regarding the Host's fictional background in this world, allowing interested parties to discover them, laying the groundwork for the Host's fictional family background to manifest later on.】

『Give me specifics. To what extent are we talking about with these "clues"?』

"In other words, the family fabricated by the host does not truly exist in this world yet, meaning they cannot step forward to provide the host with sufficient direct assistance."

"However, they have already appeared within various factions and their archival records. For instance, inside the Dragon Suppression Bureau and its archives, members of the host's fabricated family have been officially planted—not hidden away, but proudly serving as guest consultants of the Min Family within the Dragon Suppression Bureau—along with relevant information and records concerning the host's fabricated family. Furthermore, partial properties and historical traces belonging to the background of the host's fabricated family have now materialized in other factions and neighborhoods."

"Congratulations, host. Total assets have increased. Physique ? Wealth Bonus: 10. Current Physique: 10 (Base) + 10 (Wealth Bonus) + 10 (Aohui Dragon Curse Bonus) = 30. Charm ? Wealth Bonus: 10. Current Charm: 80 (Base) + 10 (Wealth Bonus) = 90."

"Hmm? Where did I get that 10 from?"

"Breakdown: Jiufang Coin quantity ? Wealth Bonus: 5 (capped); Otherworldly Wonderland ? Wealth Bonus: 3; Min Family subsidiary assets ? Wealth Bonus: 2."

"Once the host's physique and charm receive these bonuses, the host's figure, physique, and facial features will continuously undergo subtle optimizations and reshaping, though the host will not feel any sensation during this process."

"My charm is at 90 now... No wonder Tong acted that way earlier."

"Could I push things a step further...?"

"For instance, making some even more outrageous requests?"