Listening to the harsh words spoken by Wei Yaoshuo, Mi Dao’s old face turned red. He was completely shaken by the possessive tone in his words, making his legs go weak. He secretly thought to himself, This game is really well done. The system has completely understood the essence of this character—his gentle demeanor hiding a dark side.
Mi Dao: “System, you’re amazing. Praise me!”
Suddenly receiving praise, the system: “？？？”
Although his legs felt weak, Mi Dao knew the show had to go on. He lowered his eyelids and coldly said, “Ah Shuo, I don’t need you to treat me like this.”
“But I want to,” Wei Yaoshuo replied, taking Mi Dao’s words and gently guiding him to turn and face him. Wei Yaoshuo gazed deeply at him, reaching out to stroke his cheek with a loving touch. He spoke softly, “Ah Shuo wants to be good to Shixiong.”
Mi Dao lifted his eyes to look at him, his face showing a hint of anger: “This isn’t you being good to me!”
Upon hearing this, Wei Yaoshuo smiled slowly and narrowed his eyes: “Then, Shixiong, how does Ah Shuo treat you well?”
Mi Dao gritted his teeth and said, “Withdraw the troops! Now! Immediately!”
“So, Shixiong is backing out, is he?” Wei Yaoshuo wrapped his arm around Mi Dao’s waist and pulled him closer, his grip firm and unyielding.
Mi Dao’s body pressed against Wei Yaoshuo’s, and when he looked up, he met Wei Yaoshuo’s gaze.
Within those dark eyes, a faint red light flickered, like a tiny flame burning in the depths of his gaze. It seemed ready to burst into a fierce blaze, consuming everything in its path.
Mi Dao froze, his face growing pale.
“Shixiong, don’t be afraid,” Wei Yaoshuo murmured as he tenderly kissed Mi Dao’s temple. His warm voice seemed to carry a blade, “If Shixiong wants to back out, Ah Shuo will back out. Ah Shuo will do whatever Shixiong asks, won’t he?”
Mi Dao’s face turned even paler. “….” Oh no, he got it.
This guy is hoping for me to back out, so he can go finish off that good son… Damn, can’t provoke this guy.
Mi Dao genuinely didn’t know what to say anymore. The good son was heavily injured, and Sheng Yiling had been lying unconscious for ten years, probably needing some time to recover. If he let Wei Yaoshuo go kill people now, that guy would probably be reborn right away.
It might be better to let both sides fight for a while. As long as Wei Yaoshuo didn’t act, the good son wouldn’t die.
Mi Dao bit down hard on his lip and fell silent.
Wei Yaoshuo watched the struggle in his eyes, the smile gradually fading. “Shixiong, you’re not backing out anymore, are you?”
Mi Dao didn’t respond.
The thick fog in Wei Yaoshuo’s eyes suddenly erupted. He spoke in a hoarse, terrifying voice: “So, in Shixiong’s heart, even the entire Sun and Heaven Sect is not as important as that person’s life!”
With those words, Wei Yaoshuo grabbed Mi Dao by the back of his head and kissed him violently on the lips.
Mi Dao was shocked and immediately closed his mouth tightly, struggling to push him away, but to his surprise, Wei Yaoshuo used his technique to completely suppress him.
Wei Yaoshuo pried open Mi Dao’s mouth, invading deeply, trapping his tongue, and took what he wanted recklessly. His movements were wild and frantic, like a starving beast, determined to devour the person in front of him.
A tingling sensation ran up Mi Dao’s spine, leaving his legs numb with the overwhelming stimulation. Wei Yaoshuo sensed that Mi Dao was about to collapse, so he scooped him up and carried him to the bed, pressing his body down.
Mi Dao felt himself harden under the kiss, his heart full of anticipation, but still, he had to resist. Between their lips and tongues, he vaguely pleaded, “No… Ah Shuo, no…”
Don’t stop! Don’t stop!
System: “…”
However, Wei Yaoshuo still stopped.
Mi Dao was utterly disappointed. “…” Why?!
Just as Mi Dao sank into deep resentment, Wei Yaoshuo, with a flick of his hand, conjured a blood jade ring. Before Mi Dao could make sense of it, he felt his left ankle being seized. Then he heard a “click” — a foot cuff was locked onto his left ankle.
The system’s notification echoed: “Ding! 18R plot triggered.”
Mi Dao: “!!!”
Ah! Ah! Ah—! What kind of play is this!!!
Mi Dao was stunned: “What are you doing?!”
Looking at Mi Dao’s panicked expression, Wei Yaoshuo smiled, tightening his grip on Mi Dao’s left ankle, making escape impossible: “Naturally, I’m locking Shixiong up.”
Mi Dao’s heart raced, but he still cursed: “Wei Yaoshuo, you’re insane! You can’t do this to me!”
Wei Yaoshuo ignored him, gently kissing the top of his foot and softly yet dangerously saying, “Shixiong promised that as long as I don’t kill that person, I can do whatever I want, right?”
Mi Dao froze, his words stuck in his throat.
In that moment, the only thing he wanted to say was: Don’t kiss my foot!
System: “…”
Wei Yaoshuo saw the fear in Mi Dao’s eyes, his long fingers tracing Mi Dao’s brow, eyes, and lips, asking tenderly, “Shixiong, are you afraid of me?”
Mi Dao trembled, unable to speak, his mind overwhelmed with: He touched my foot and then kissed my mouth…
Seeing Mi Dao bite his lip and remain silent, Wei Yaoshuo’s gaze grew even more tender, as he coaxed, “Shixiong, don’t be afraid of me.”
With that, Wei Yaoshuo kissed him again, gently removing all barriers, repeating over and over, “Shixiong, don’t leave me…”
Mi Dao spent the next several days—emphasis on several days—in this shameless and relentless cycle.
He really didn’t expect the hidden plot in this game to be so thrilling. Wei Yaoshuo had so many tricks up his sleeve! Mi Dao deeply regretted not trying to court Wei Yaoshuo when he tested the game earlier. It was such a waste!
In these short few days, Wei Yaoshuo had taken him all over the Lord’s City. From the bed to the low couches, from the windowsill to the bath, from the study to the council hall, and even to the highest tower of the main city.
Once, he had summoned a woolen artifact and flown him directly above the battlefield where the Sun and Heaven Sect and the demon tribe were fighting…
This was too exciting! This guy was a treasure chest, right?!
Mi Dao finally understood why this game was so popular among the players. Cultivators had unique physiques, great stamina, and a variety of artifacts to aid them—nothing was impossible, only unimaginable.
Cultivation, being omnipotent.
The only thing that bothered Mi Dao was the system’s “Ding! R-18 plot triggered” notification every time before things got heated. When they were about to kiss and set the mood, the system’s announcement always made him feel like he was about to deflate…
After hearing Mi Dao’s protest, the system fell silent for a few seconds before responding, “Ding! Congratulations, the host has acquired the item: Bamboo Umbrella.”
Mi Dao: “???”
The system smiled professionally, “If you don’t raise it, it’s a clear sky.”
Mi Dao: “…”
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