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[All main characters are over eighteen years old.] [Though I’ve only written original works before, aside from the protagonist, no other original characters will appear.
A million words of experience behind the wheel — read with confidence!] [Peak record: 32 harem members in a fantasy novel!
My old book was taken down five times.
The writing style runs a little wild, but I fear no censorship — I have my own ways of trampling it underfoot!] — Night.
A fierce wind tore through the clouds.
Rain came down in torrents.
Li Ancheng stood in the vast void, ten thousand zhang above the earth, not a single fold of his clothes stirred by the gale.
He lowered his gaze.
His divine sense spread like a downpour, piercing through the entire planet below in an instant.
“The spiritual energy’s decent, but…” The coordinates were off.
He’d planned to retire on Blue Star.
Had already styled his hair into a clean side part ahead of time, swapped his immortal robes for a fitted black dress shirt and black slacks.
He raised his eyes, gaze cutting straight through to the world’s root.
No Heavenly Dao.
No world consciousness.
Only pure, naked rules in motion.
He spread his five fingers, looked down at the neon lights and shadows below, and gently closed his hand.
BOOM!
Dimensional Gap.
Three layers of worlds, interlinked.
A torrent of information came flooding in.
Humans, yokai, devils, angels, elves, and a hodgepodge of subspecies besides…
Silhouettes of countless races and civilizations flickered through his mind.
“A melting pot?” Li Ancheng’s expression turned peculiar.
The demonic emperor’s pressure in his eyes, enough to crush every clan in the immortal realm — receded like a tide pulling back from shore.
In its place rose something far more languid.
Interest.
The power ceiling here was rock bottom.
No Heavenly Dao to suppress him.
A retirement playground, practically custom-built.
His quiet laughter was shredded by the gale before it reached anyone.
A single ripple spread through the void.
His figure vanished.
Only a murmur remained, scattered by the wind before it could fully form.
“Now then.
Where’s the nearest, richest ATM?” — A lavish bedroom.
Rurikawa Tsubaki clutched the hem of her black-and-white maid skirt so hard her fingers had gone white.
That sticky, disgusting gaze.
It slithered over her skin like a venomous snake.
Boinman was sunk into a velvet armchair.
His murky eyes dragged slowly upward from her trembling, slender calves, licking over her pink-flushed knees without any pretense of shame.
“No need to take it off.” He swallowed.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
His smile turned her stomach.
“Just lift your skirt.” Drop dead.
Drop dead!
Rurikawa Tsubaki’s lashes trembled violently.
Her eyes were full of humiliation and the sharp edge of killing intent.
But all she could do was bite through her lower lip.
Let the taste of blood spread slowly through her mouth.
Her slender fingers shook as they pinched the soft lace hem and began, inch by inch, to lift it upward.
“Whatever you wish, Mast—” “You’ll do.
Unlucky bastard.” A lazy, amused voice cut clean through the room’s thick atmosphere.
“Who?!” Boinman shot to his feet.
The lewdness on his face collapsed into terror in an instant.
Rurikawa Tsubaki’s pupils snapped tight.
At some point, she had no idea when, a young man in black had appeared out of nowhere beside Boinman.
One hand in his pocket.
Posture so relaxed it was almost offensive, like he’d just stepped out for a late-night stroll.
Before Boinman could scream, Li Ancheng extended one finger and tapped the air directly in front of the man’s brow.
“Soul Seizure.” Boinman’s features twisted.
A silent, agonized shriek erupted from somewhere deep in his soul.
His eyes went blank in an instant.
“Slave Seal.” A glint of dark light detonated in the depths of his pupils.
The man’s primary consciousness ceased to exist.
Dimensional strike.
No struggle.
No process.
Boinman straightened stiffly, bent at the waist a full ninety degrees, like a dog bred for absolute obedience.
“Master.” “Mm.” Li Ancheng didn’t even spare him a glance.
He flicked his hand.
“Get out.
Close the door.” “Yes.” Boinman’s movements were mechanical as he withdrew from the room.
Click.
The heavy carved wooden door shut.
Start to finish: under 3 seconds.
Clean, efficient, and deeply unsettling.
Li Ancheng turned guest into host and sank into the velvet armchair like he owned it.
ATM acquired.
Now then…
His gaze drifted to the girl frozen like a statue before him.
Those 2D characters from Blue Star’s anime sphere, the ones who had consumed countless loads of his vital essence in a past life, they were standing in front of him right now.
Breathing.
Real.
The great demonic emperor.
Still pure yang to this day.
Could he tolerate that?
This wasn’t the immortal realm or some cultivation world, where taking a Dao companion meant walking on eggshells, terrified the other party might carry some exotic toxin.
Here, he was invincible.
No need for caution.
No need to tiptoe.
He didn’t like using slave seals on women, though.
That would be a waste.
Conquest had to run from body to heart.
Peel away the masks, layer by layer.
Li Ancheng’s gaze dropped.
He looked at the trembling girl in front of him, and the corner of his mouth curved into something playful.
“Miss Rurikawa.” He beckoned.
“How do you feel about switching masters?” …Monster!
Rurikawa Tsubaki forgot how to breathe.
She forced her hammering heart down and moved toward him, one step at a time, each one like treading the edge of a blade.
None of the revulsion she’d felt facing Boinman.
What she felt now was something older and more instinctive, the bone-deep trembling of prey standing before an apex predator.
But when she finally gathered her nerve and stole a quick glance at his face, her heart betrayed her completely, skipping a beat without permission.
This face was absurdly, almost criminally unfair.
Handsome to the point of otherworldliness, carrying a cool detachment like something that had descended from far above the clouds, and yet radiating a pull that felt genuinely dangerous.
(Though of course, still a touch inferior compared to you fine readers on the other side of the screen.) “I’m a pure human, by the way.” Li Ancheng propped his chin on one hand, voice easy, casually deflating whatever theory she’d been building.
“Relax.
I won’t force you like that piece of trash did.” “I’m someone who only enjoys seeing a woman’s true self.
After the mask comes off.” True self…?
Rurikawa Tsubaki’s heart gave a small, sharp lurch.
She lifted her skirt hem slightly, forced the tremor out of her voice, and bowed with deliberate obedience.
“Thank you very much for the rescue…” “Ma-Master.” “Hah.” The soft laugh reached her ears.
An irresistible force seized her waist, and the world tilted violently sideways.
“Ah!” A short cry.
Her black leather pumps flew off and landed somewhere on the expensive carpet, leaving her delicate arches wrapped in nothing but white ankle socks.
The next second, she was seated on Li Ancheng’s lap, fitted against him like she’d always belonged there.
The heat radiating through his black dress shirt hit her like a brand.
Her entire body locked up.
“Since you’ve already called me Master.” Li Ancheng’s arm settled naturally around her slender waist, his voice low and close against the curve of her ear.
“That means you’re mine now, doesn’t it?” Warm breath ghosted across the pale skin of her nape.
He tilted his head and inhaled slowly, drawing in the sweet scent caught in her hair.
She’d been tricked.
Rurikawa Tsubaki’s mind went white.
Her toes curled hard inside her ankle socks.
This man…
was ten thousand times more dangerous than Boinman.
Every instinct she had screamed at her to run.
But then Boinman’s eyes flashed through her mind.
That hollow, vacant stare.
A man reduced to a puppet with no one left inside.
Every impulse to fight froze solid somewhere in her marrow.
“…Yes.” She bit down hard.
Her eyes burned red at the rims.
Her voice came out thick with tears, heavy with despair.
“Master, Tsubaki is yours…” “Oh?” Li Ancheng paused.
He leaned back slightly, those deep black eyes locking onto her with unhurried amusement.
“Muscles tense.
Breathing elevated.” “Your body is fighting me.” “Rurikawa.
I told you.
I like the truth.” Completely seen through.
Rurikawa Tsubaki closed her eyes.
Her long lashes shook without stopping.
In front of this man, every mask she had ever worn was a joke.
A few seconds of absolute silence.
She opened her eyes slowly.
Her glistening, tear-bright gaze reflected his flawless face back at her.
To survive.
To avoid becoming that kind of hollow puppet.
She swallowed against a throat gone dry as sand.
And then, like an offering laid on an altar, she tilted her head up.
Her lips, cold and trembling, brushed across his.
A touch.
Then apart.
BOOM!
Shame detonated through her entire body.
The flush burned up from her neck and didn’t stop until it reached the tips of her ears.
She kept her head bowed, tears finally spilling over despite everything, her voice barely audible.
“If…
if this is what Master wants…” “I’ll…
I’ll try to get used to it…” Li Ancheng looked at the girl in his arms, completely undone, burning with shame and fury, and yet obediently, helplessly bowing her head.
The corner of his mouth curved with quiet satisfaction.
“Good.” “Let me introduce myself.
Your new master.” A pause, easy and unhurried.
“Li Ancheng.” ➤ Next: Sleepless Rainy Night, the Second Maid’s Allegiance