[Warning 1: This book is inspired by various abstract and outrageous games.
Minors should read this under the supervision of their parents.]
[Warning 2: Yuri.
Wild Yuri with beautiful girls.]
“Try not to laugh challenge.”
“If you laugh, you’ll transmigrate into the game you played most recently.”
This was a cliché challenge, so Itachi laughed without a care.
And so, he transmigrated.
He transmigrated into a game he had just recently purchased, titled:
Saint Laurent’s Fall Diary
…
Inside an incredibly luxurious reception room.
A blonde girl wearing nun’s robes sat on a sofa, uneasily rubbing her knees.
Behind her sofa stood five dark-skinned, burly men, surrounding and staring at the girl.
It created the famous ‘five blacks and one white’ scene.
In front of her was a fat middle-aged man wearing a monocle, his face filled with a sinister and crafty expression.
“Miss Loran, regarding the fifty thousand gold coins you owe…”
“If you don’t repay it soon, we’ll have to personally demand it from the Church and Viscount Kane, won’t we?”
“You wouldn’t want to lose your status as a Candidate Saintess and be kicked out of your family, would you?”
“If that happens, I’m afraid we’ll only be able to see Miss Loran at a Happy Nightclub in the future.”
He sized Loran up with a malicious gaze.
“With your looks, I’m sure you’ll be very popular.”
Loran broke into a cold sweat and stammered, “Please…
please give me a few more days.
I’ll definitely be able to pay it back.”
The fat merchant sneered.
“Heh…
do you even believe that yourself?”
“How about this, I have a proposal.”
“Personally, I actually value your potential quite a bit and am willing to relax some of the debt terms for you.”
“However…”
He drew out his tone and waved his hand.
Three hooded female Dark Elves walked out and stood by the table.
“These ladies are magic masters I’ve hired at great expense.”
“They possess a special magical technique called the Mark of Desire.”
“If you, Miss Loran, voluntarily accept this mark, then I will only require you to pay interest every week.”
“Of course, if you fail to pay the interest, you must follow my orders and do some things for me.”
“If you can pay off the fifty thousand gold coin debt, the mark will automatically be removed.”
“What do you think?”
Loran’s face turned pale.
She had read the walkthrough for this back on Earth.
This fat bastard made it sound simple, and although ‘Mark of Desire’ sounded sophisticated…
In reality, it was a Succubus Crest.
If she let them carve that thing, she’d likely become a submissive slave to her master before she even knew it.
She was about to refuse.
But just as she showed an unwilling expression, the fat bastard waved his hand.
The five burly, dark-skinned men behind her immediately closed in.
The meaning was clear.
Become a slave now, or become one slowly?
Choose one of two.
Loran was frightened out of her wits.
In the end, she bit her lip in resentment and nodded helplessly.
Immediately after, she was semi-forcibly escorted into a secret room by the three female Dark Elves.
…
After a long while, a blonde young man walked into the reception room.
His name was Panno Lionheart.
The Empire’s Fifth Prince.
To compete for the throne, he had allied with Dark Elves, vampires, and a large number of emerging merchant nobles.
He was practically omnipotent in the Royal Capital.
Now, he was attempting to extend his claws toward the Church of Light.
Loran, who had transmigrated here, was his pawn.
Upon seeing the Fifth Prince, the fat merchant quickly stood up and eagerly handed over a magic ring.
“Your Highness, the matter has been settled.”
“As you expected, Miss Loran accepted our demands.”
Panno nodded and put on the ring with satisfaction.
The runes on the ring lit up with a pink glow, and a slight sense of connection appeared in his mind.
“Are you sure the Mark of Desire won’t be discovered by the Church?” he asked.
The fat middle-aged man nodded.
“The three Dark Elf masters have all confirmed it; it won’t be discovered by the Church.”
“Miss Loran will gradually become your loyal slave while retaining her full autonomy.”
“It’s just that…”
Panno frowned.
“Just what?”
“It’s just that this process will be a bit slow.
If Miss Loran could be ‘developed’ a bit, the process could be accelerated.
After all, this technique is derived from Succubus Magic.”
The fat middle-aged man emphasized the word ‘developed,’ and the meaning behind it was self-evident.
Panno shook his head.
“I’m heading to the Northern Legion immediately.
Arrange for people to do those things yourself; just keep her purity intact.”
The fat middle-aged man replied immediately.
“Understood.
I will certainly satisfy Your Highness.
You can personally pluck the ripe, delicious fruit when you return.”
“Haha…
that girl surely won’t suspect that her true master is the Great Highness yourself.”
…
Several hours later, Loran had left the merchant’s manor and returned to her residence.
Inside a delicate little church on New Bud Street in the Old Port District of the Royal Capital’s East City.
Loran was lying on the sofa, rubbing her belly with tears in her eyes.
A magical inscription had already been carved onto her smooth lower abdomen, occasionally glowing with a faint pink light.
At the same time, a strange heat was brewing in her body, making her gasp involuntarily.
“Is there any transmigrator more pathetic than me?”
“I just transmigrated and I’m already in massive debt, plus I’ve been branded with a stomach-version Seal of a Hundred Heroes.
It’s enough to leave one utterly bewildered.”
She was more wronged than Dou E; that ‘try not to laugh challenge’ was actually real.
You should know, the games she usually played weren’t actually adult games.
They were things like ‘Wrestling with Four Merchants,’ ‘Gears of Nicholas Tse,’ ‘Noel-den Ring,’ ‘Dead by Kun-light,’ and ‘Guardian of Super Balloons.’
She had only played an adult game that day on a whim…
According to the information she knew, the difficulty of this game was practically hellish.
There was no record of anyone ever completing a ‘pure’ playthrough.
As for the mark on her abdomen, its owner was the Fifth Prince, who was plotting a rebellion.
One player had tried to assassinate the fat merchant, but it didn’t solve the mark at all.
Instead, they were caught by the Fifth Prince and severely ‘disciplined,’ unlocking the ‘Nobles’ Plaything’ achievement.
She didn’t dare report it to the Church either.
The Fifth Prince’s power was immense; at most, he’d face some minor punishment.
But she would truly be done for.
It was a complete dead end.
“Unless a system shows up…
Where’s the mandatory system for transmigrators?
Save me!”
Loran wailed weakly.
At that moment, a translucent, illusory screen unfolded before her eyes.
A progress bar rapidly filled up, accompanied by an electronic voice.
“Law adaptation complete.
Game system functions restored.”
“Ohohoho!
There really is a system!”
Loran immediately sat up, her excitement beyond words.
She then quickly browsed through the various information displayed on it.
But the more she looked, the uglier her expression became.
The interface was simple, featuring various unlit skills.
They required the collection of Faith and Gold Coins to unlock.
It was exactly the same as the growth system in the game.
That was a huge problem.
How many built-in systems in this kind of game were actually decent?
Loran looked it over for a long time.
Was she sure this wasn’t some kind of ‘Sow Breeding System’?
Look at these skills.
[Peachy Dance], [Nun Uniform Scantification], [Coquettish Posing], [Striptease Business Transformation], [Master Juicer]…
Could these things even pass censorship if they were written out?
Of course, there were also perfectly normal skills.
They existed, but the costs were ridiculously high.
Without using the strange skills to earn money and Faith, she couldn’t afford them at all.
Loran’s tears streamed down unbidden.