Ling Huan had just taken Yin Luoling’s hand, but she immediately shook him off.
Yin Luoling was fierce and aggressive, but in the next instant, her expression changed.
She instantly appeared timid, her voice crisp as she said, “S-sorry, Brother Ling Huan, brother… I… I’m not used to people suddenly holding my hand… a-and… men and women should not touch…”
Yin Luoling quickly calmed herself and tried to make amends.
Although she didn’t understand what was happening… why things were different from her past life, before Ling Huan bared his fangs, she absolutely couldn’t act rashly.
A small lapse could ruin the greater plan.
Ling Huan’s actions were somewhat different from his previous life, but that animalistic cruelty in his bones—he could never change it!
Just look at this beast, staring at her like that—he must be thinking about how to torment her!
Yin Luoling guessed at Ling Huan’s thoughts, but…,Poor little girl, she must have been scared out of her wits.
Ling Huan sighed inwardly.
From the letters his mother sent, he learned the origins of this sworn little sister of his.
He could only say… it was far too tragic.
No novel or TV drama would dare write something so miserable…
Is this truly the feudal era?
The wicked truly have no scruples doing evil…
His own mother’s head was chopped off and thrown before her… What kind of animal author could even write such an insane plot?
Besides, he really shouldn’t have—after all, this was a feudal society, etiquette should be strict… Men and women shouldn’t touch; they weren’t close enough to be casually touching heads yet.
Sigh, he was too reckless.
“OK, it’s no big deal!”
Ling Huan blurted out.
“O… what?”
Yin Luoling instantly grew wary.
She, Yin Luoling, didn’t recognize the sounds of that word, and even in the Immortal Realm there was no such strange pronunciation.
Was he trying to cast a spell on her?
Or—was it some kind of malicious witchcraft?
But Ling Huan… wasn’t he just a good-for-nothing beast of a playboy?
“Then—”
Ling Huan wanted to say more, but the words died in his throat as a sudden scene unfolded before him.
All of a sudden!
A screen popped up right in front of Ling Huan’s eyes.
What was this?
Ling Huan hardly needed to think—he blurted it out: System, damn, this is a system!
The standard benefit for all transmigrators—the mighty System.
Ling Huan jolted with excitement!
Having been reincarnated, he’d always looked forward to the day this thing would appear!
Because as long as you had a system, your future days would never be bitter!
Cultivation, immortality, roaming free across the world, the flair of flying into the sky and shouting “Sword, come!”—with tens of thousands of swords responding in unison!
Who wouldn’t want that!
Most importantly, cultivating immortality meant no illness or disaster, eternal life, and more time to have fun!
Even more important—once you had a system, the path of cultivation would be smooth!
Not aging or dying for a hundred years, and the rest of the time spent eating, drinking, having fun, wooing fairies… especially those fairies with mature, voluptuous charm…
Wouldn’t that be wonderful!?
Most important of all!
You could open up your harem at will!
No more agonizing over whom to choose, just accept them all!
I’m not a lecher—I just want to give all the beautiful fairies in the world a safe, reliable home!
Just as Ling Huan was basking in dreams of his bright future, the system’s screen fully loaded.
Yet all that enthusiasm was doused like a bucket of cold water when he saw the interface.
Ling Huan’s face instantly darkened, his expression sinking.
Because this system was called “Destined Villain Cultivation System.”
[Option One: Abuse and humiliate Yin Luoling. Reward: One Foundation Establishment-level cultivation manual, 200 spirit stones. The more severe the humiliation, the greater the reward; reach the peak of humiliation, and you’ll be rewarded with a divine physique.]
[Option Two: Do nothing. Punishment: Pain.]
Huh?
What kind of shameless system is this?
Bullying such a cute little girl for rewards?
Where’s your conscience?
Without a moment’s hesitation, Ling Huan chose [Option Two].
[Are you sure?]
Ling Huan didn’t hesitate and chose [Yes].
This was a cultivation world, where strength reigned supreme.
With a Foundation Establishment manual, one could train without obstacles.
Reaching Qi Refining by age twenty would earn entry into an immortal sect as a personal disciple, bringing shelter to the family—only benefits, no harm.
But being a villain!
It’s not that he disliked power, but once you’re the villain, you’re forced into constant scheming—plotting to kill others or fearing who’s plotting to kill you!
Always calculating, advancing step by step—even if you eventually become emperor or rule the world, in the end you’re all alone, unable to trust anyone.
Isn’t that exhausting?
What’s the greatest fear of immortality?
Loneliness.
It’s like hacking a game—being invincible, burning, killing, looting, doing evil.
At first it’s exciting, fun, but eventually you lose all desire to play.
Maybe some people enjoy that, but Ling Huan didn’t.
Loneliness was terrifying—he couldn’t bear it.
Besides…
If gaining power meant tormenting a little girl like this, his conscience couldn’t take it.
If he had to gain power by bullying a little girl, he’d rather not have it at all!
Just as Ling Huan confirmed his choice, the world suddenly froze!
All sounds ceased; even though the Ling residence was just a street away from the bustling marketplace, all that lively noise faded away.
Silence—absolute silence.
Heaven and earth were empty.
The only sound was his own heartbeat, pounding like a drum in his chest.
Ling Huan was dumbfounded.
He looked around, even waved a hand in front of Yin Luoling’s face, but she didn’t react at all.
He even poked her cheek, and still nothing.
This is… a time-stop scenario?!
Damn, isn’t this taking a weird turn?
Is this going from cultivation to an eroge?
Huh?
Could this be a cultivation-themed eroge?
[Host selected too quickly, suspected of an erroneous choice. Next, the host will experience three minutes of Option Two’s pain, as a lesson.]
Huh?
Agony surged through his entire body, as if countless invisible steel files were grinding away at his bones, and heavy iron hammers were pounding on his joints.
The searing pain stopped Ling Huan’s breath; he gasped sharply, but it brought no relief.
His throat felt clamped in an iron vise.
His mouth opened, but not a single scream could escape—only a few crushed, hoarse groans squeezed out from deep in his throat.
He collapsed like a puppet with snapped strings, curling up tightly.
His knuckles turned white from clenching so hard, digging into his sleeves.
Those three minutes dragged on like a century in purgatory.
Bean-sized drops of sweat soaked his clothes in an instant.
When that bone-gnawing pain finally receded like the tide, Ling Huan collapsed in relief, gasping harshly, clutching his chest as if he’d just dragged himself from drowning, greedily savoring every breath of life after disaster.
Such… terrifying pain…
[Host is given another chance: Will you choose Option One?]
The blue-glowing screen appeared again, offering him another Yes or No.
Pain… far too painful.
This system… it was forcing him to be a villain!
This choice was nothing but extortion!
Just… bully her a bit and gain huge rewards; refuse, and suffer such agony…
Even a fool would know what to pick…
Of course—
Keep choosing Option Two!
I’m a man—if my power comes from bullying little girls, like I said, I don’t want it!
Even if I die, my conscience is clear!
Come on, you damn system! If you have the guts, kill me!
If I surrender today, I’ll call you my grandpa!
How could anyone lay a hand on such a cute little loli?
That’s just beastly!
Ling Huan stood firm.
Worst case, I’ll cultivate on my own!
[Detected host’s unwavering resolve. Very gutsy. The system will change its decision.]
Oh!
A teachable child!
That’s right, your host is just that tough!
Hurry up and change it, forget the villain route!
Don’t you know villains die fast from causing trouble?
No future!
Even crime bosses end up seeking redemption; go down a dark path, and death awaits!
Better to stay clean—avoid twenty years of mistakes!
Let me tell you—
[Option Two’s punishment is changed—to death.]
?
Damn?
Grandpa… this isn’t how you play!
At that moment, the world was still frozen, which meant… this damn system was playing for real!
Ling Huan suddenly felt an invisible force slowly tightening around his heart…
If he dared refuse, his heart would be crushed on the spot!
Grandpa, I-I-I’ll choose one…
Sigh… A man under the eaves must bow his head.
The moment he finished choosing, the world snapped back to normal.
Noise returned; the cold in the air seeped through his sweat-soaked clothes, making him shiver.
No doubt… it was back.
Ling Huan looked at the adorable, porcelain-like little loli before him… he really didn’t want to do this…
But big brother’s got a knife to his throat—there’s no choice but to do it…
It hurt…
Wait, no.
Ling Huan suddenly realized, what if Yin Luoling couldn’t understand him?
That way, if he just said something to humiliate her and she didn’t realize it, it still counted!
Kill two birds with one stone!
“Yin Luoling, you…” Ling Huan took a deep breath.
Even if Yin Luoling couldn’t understand, he still felt guilty.
“You’re just a sour radish, don’t eat it.”
“…Huh?”
Yin Luoling was confused.
What did that mean…?
Sour radish, don’t eat?
Was he warning her not to eat sour radish?
She never liked the stuff anyway.
Though the system said nothing, Ling Huan immediately felt the force squeezing his heart tighten even more.
Damn!
So that won’t work?
She has to understand?
…
[Host enhancement in effect: As long as the host touches with both hands, it will heighten the target’s senses and intensify their sensations.]
What the hell…
Wasn’t this forcing him to beat up this adorable little girl?
Beast…
Enhancing her senses—wasn’t that making her suffer even more?
Ling Huan pondered, and by chance noticed the girl’s feet.
Come to think of it, Yin Luoling had spent the past year traveling with his parents on business.
Even riding in a carriage most of the time, she must have accumulated quite a bit of fatigue…
Suddenly!
Recalling what Yin Luoling had said about “men and women should not touch,” if he forced physical contact, wouldn’t that count as humiliation too?
And his hands would intensify her senses…
An idea came to Ling Huan’s mind.
He immediately grabbed Yin Luoling’s hand and headed straight for the room.
Yin Luoling was startled and instinctively tried to pull away, but held herself back.
Now wasn’t the time to fight back.
So, Ling Huan was still that beast, slightly different from before, but in the end, still wanting to humiliate her.
Yin Luoling let herself be dragged along, but in the end, the destination wasn’t the woodshed, but a bedroom.
Her own prepared bedroom.
Why was it different?
Before she could react, Ling Huan yanked her and threw her onto the bed.
Wha…
What was this bastard trying to do?
Yin Luoling was caught off guard, thrown onto the soft bed.
Before she could react, Ling Huan knelt down and, a bit roughly, grabbed her slender ankle and swiftly took off her shoes and socks.
“You… what are you doing!”
Yin Luoling was both shocked and furious!
She thought Ling Huan was finally about to show his true beastly colors, resorting to more direct violence or humiliation.
Her calf tensed, ready to strike a deadly blow at this beast—even if she couldn’t kill him now, she’d make him pay dearly!
However, the expected pain or humiliation never came.
A pair of warm hands wrapped around her small feet.
Next, an indescribable force came from his palms.
It wasn’t hitting, or pinching, but… kneading?
Massaging?
“Mm!” Yin Luoling’s whole body suddenly stiffened, as if a subtle current had run through her.
Ling Huan’s fingers, though awkward, pressed with uncanny accuracy, starting from her sole, following the arch up, kneading her tense instep, and carefully pressing each toe joint.
At first, the force brought a sharp, aching pain, but quickly, it dissolved like a lump of salt thrown into water, replaced by a tingling comfort unlike anything she’d ever felt!
A year of hardship, following her adoptive parents from place to place—even with carriage rides, an eight-year-old girl’s feet would be sore and tired.
Those aches buried deep in her bones were, under Ling Huan’s kneading, melting away like ice in the sun.
A warm current surged from her soles, racing up her spine and slamming straight into her crown!
“Ah…”
A faint, breathy moan, tinged with disbelief and satisfaction, slipped from Yin Luoling’s lips before she could stop it.
Her eyes widened, filled with horror and shame—she’d actually made such an embarrassing sound under her enemy’s hands!
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the overwhelming pleasure, her face flushing bright pink, but her body betrayed her, relaxing and even leaning into his hands.
The comfort following the ache made her whole body go limp, her nerves lighting up with pure delight.
She felt as if her feet were soaking in a hot spring, every inch of skin cheering.
At that moment, just as the comfort peaked, a shred of clarity yanked Yin Luoling’s mind back!
What was she doing?!
She was actually… enjoying herself under the hands of the beast who’d sent her to hell and killed her adoptive parents?!
Even… relishing it?!
Shame, rage at her own weakness, and her burning hatred for her enemy erupted like a volcano, crushing the bliss in an instant!
“Get away!!!”
A scream, half-sob, tore through the room.
Yin Luoling summoned all her strength.
Her massaged, limp foot suddenly burst with power, kicking Ling Huan square in the chest!
“Urgh!”
Caught off guard, Ling Huan was sent flying by a kick packed with all the girl’s humiliation and fury, crashing hard to the floor, gritting his teeth in pain.
“Beast! Scoundrel! Get out! Get out of here!!!”
Yin Luoling’s eyes blazed with shame.
She grabbed anything she could reach—soft pillows, embroidered cushions, the dresser box at the bedhead, the teacup on the side table, even a delicate embroidered shoe—and hurled them at Ling Huan with all her might, shrieking hysterically!
But that kick had already drained all her strength.
No, in truth, it was the pleasure just now that had sapped her energy.
Pillows and cushions hit softly, but the box and teacup were hard—Ling Huan cowered, arms up, dodging the “hail of bullets” in utter embarrassment.
“Ouch! Stop throwing things! Luoling, listen, let me explain…”
Ling Huan tried to defend himself while scrambling, but all he got was more projectiles and a piercing, furious “Get out!”
[Ding! Congratulations, host has completed the “humiliation” task! Target’s emotions have violently fluctuated; shame value at its peak! Reward: One copy of the Foundation Establishment manual Refining Qi Technique, 200 low-grade spirit stones. Keep it up!]
The cold system prompt finally sounded in Ling Huan’s mind.
It worked!
So it could be done like this!
Ling Huan was ecstatic, his joy completely eclipsing the pain and humiliation.
How could he dare stay any longer? He scrambled and crawled for the door.
Outside, Ling Huan stared at the system interface only he could see, at the ancient-looking cultivation manual and the glittering pile of spirit stones, and let out a long, relieved breath.
At the same time, the corner of his mouth curled up.
He… had discovered the way to play the system.
Hehehehehe!