Xiu Liang [POV]
Right now, I am in the absolute, undeniable epicenter of a life-and-death situation.
Forget the dungeon irons. Forget the executioner's discount rack. Forget becoming a luxury meat-shield for rogue flying swords.
The current crisis is infinitely more catastrophic, infinitely more terrifying, and completely lethal to my fifty-year-old heterosexual reputation.
As you all know by now, the creepy, bastard, perverted, and offensively attractive Crown Prince of the Yang Kingdom is actively trying to steal my chastity.
I tried to escape. I really did! The absolute second he took that teasing step forward, my modern survival instincts screamed at me to deploy a tactical maneuver.
I scrambled off the plush imperial bed, my eyes darting frantically toward the nearest window, preparing to throw my newly silk-clad body through the lattice work like an action movie star.
But to no avail. Before my uncultivated, noodle-like civilian legs could even clear the rug, a blast of pure, high-realm *Qi* slammed the perimeter down, and I was effortlessly captured.
So here I am. Trapped on the grand bed, completely pinned beneath his towering, imposing figure while he looms directly over me, looking exactly like the beautiful, blue-eyed devil he truly is.
His head began to lower toward mine, his sharp, striking features filling my vision.
I was using every single ounce of physical strength my slender arms could muster, desperately pushing against his iron-clad chest.
But heck! What on earth did this royal brat eat growing up to be strong like this?! It felt like trying to push a solid marble monument out of a public park!
*System 888, get your mechanical rear end over here and help me escape this situation right now!*
I shrieked into the depths of my soul, my internal voice hitting a pitch that could shatter crystal.
"Host!" the little toaster-tier System chimed back, its voice echoing inside my skull with an infuriatingly helpless tone.
"I truly want to help you, but I am completely useless when it comes to physical altercations! I possess no physical body! I am merely a collection of digital algorithms and glowing screens! So host... please endure! I just know deep within my programming that help will be coming your way soon! Hang in there!"
*You are truly, profoundly useless!*
I roared back mentally, my hands slipping slightly against the smooth silk of his robes.
*Why did the universe force a system like you onto me?! Where are my defensive shields?! Where is my sudden burst of immortal cultivation?!*
I didn't even have the spatial capacity to listen to the System's subsequent digital whining, because 100% of my focus was currently dedicated to resisting the bratty Crown Prince.
"Let me have a taste," the Crown Prince murmured. His baritone voice wasn't cold anymore; it was deep, thick, and dripping with a dark, heavy undercurrent of absolute hunger.
"NO! Hmmm—"
I managed to shout a single, defiant word of protest, but before I could even finish the syllable, the world completely stopped spinning. His lips slammed directly into mine.
My brain instantly short-circuited. I tried and tried to aggressively twist my head away, to bite, to thrash, to do *anything* to break the contact, but his large, unyielding hands locked onto the sides of my face, completely immobilizing my jaw.
The absolute second I felt his tongue aggressively slide past my teeth and enter my mouth, my eyes bulged out to the size of dinner plates.
*Oh my God! Oh my God! This is actually happening!*
I thrashed around like a caught fish, kicking my legs and desperately trying to find a scrap of leverage to escape his lips, but his cultivated, high-tier body didn't budge a single millimeter.
He was completely unshakeable. Worse yet... he was actively exploring my entire mouth, claiming every square inch of it with an aggressive, deeply sensual intensity that I could feel all the way down to my toes.
It was hot. It was suffocating. I was rapidly running entirely out of oxygen, my chest heaving against his as my lungs began to scream for air.
The absolute second the Prince noticed my breathing hitching, he finally, slowly relented.
He pulled his face back, rising up slightly. And right there, suspended in the dim light of the bedchamber between his lips and mine, was a single, highly distinct string of saliva.
My soul completely exited my body for the third time today.
*What did just happen?! I am a middle-aged corporate veteran! I am a macho man! What is this high-definition romance novel nonsense?!*
The Crown Prince slowly lifted a pale thumb, casually licking his lips as his striking blue eyes tracked my thoroughly flushed, dazed expression.
The gaze he leveled at me was filled with an unvarnished, burning lust that made my ears turn the color of a vibrant hibiscus. But with a terrifying level of royal discipline, he swiftly composed himself.
He stood up, elegantly smoothing out the gold embroidery of his robes, fixing his appearance until he looked completely fresh, pristine, and entirely new—as if he hadn't just spent the last two minutes dismantling my straightness.
He turned on his heel and glided toward the massive lacquered doors.
"I am going out," the Crown Prince stated, his cold, majestic authority snapping perfectly back into place. He paused at the threshold, casting a dangerous glance over his shoulder.
"Don't ever think about trying to escape from me. But... if you do try, that will actually be entirely in our favor. Because I will deeply enjoy punishing you... with pleasure."
I shuddered, pulling the silk sheets up to my chin.
*Pervert! Psychopath! Absolute royal menace!*
"And oh... we forgot to say one thing," he added smoothly, his lips curving into a small, devastating smirk just before he stepped out of my sight.
"Sweet and soft. We like it."
*Click.*
The heavy doors shut behind him, leaving the room dead silent.
I sat there on the bed in an absolute, catatonic daze.
*Wtf! Did he just say... sweet and soft?!*
A wave of intense, blinding humiliation hit me. I wanted to sprint out of the palace, find a shovel, dig a deep hole in the imperial gardens, and bury myself alive in the dirt where no one could ever look at me again. And why the absolute heck were my cheeks still burning like an open furnace?!
*Waaa! Die! Just die, you perverted Crown Prince!!!*
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System 888 [POV]
*Click. Whir. Save to Cloud Storage.*
Oh, wow. While my beloved Host was currently having his sweet, dramatic, and highly unforgettable romantic time on the imperial mattress, I was also incredibly busy having an absolute blast adding premium content to my personal media collection!
Every single second of that encounter—from the initial kowtow to the final high-definition saliva string—has been meticulously recorded and saved in high-fidelity 4K quality.
The absolute truth of the matter is quite simple: I actually could have helped my Host escape that entire situation if I truly wanted to. As an advanced transmigration program, I possess a built-in teleportation function that could have snapped him right out of the palace and dropped him somewhere safe in the wilderness.
But here's the catch—executing a high-level spatial transfer requires the immediate expenditure of premium System Points.
And honestly? I can't afford that right now, can I? More importantly, why on earth would I let a golden, top-tier romance opportunity like this slip right through my digital fingers?
The Creator told me to protect him, and as far as my processors can tell, there was absolutely zero physical harm done to my Host's body. A little tongue exploration never killed an MC! So really, it's completely okay!
*Folder Named: "Host's Imperial Honeymoon Log" — Updated successfully.*
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C.P. Longwei Zian [POV]
The cold wind of the palace corridor brushed against my face as I walked away from the heavy doors of our private bedchamber.
*What a close call,* I thought, my fingers tightening slightly beneath my long, sweeping sleeves.
I had to exert every single ounce of my high-realm spiritual cultivation and mental restraint to prevent myself from going any further.
The temptation to completely consume that ridiculous, expressive little creature right then and there had been nearly overwhelming.
But... it is still not the right time. I must exercise patience.
Right now, I have to redirect our imperial focus toward the filthy mongrels who actually believe they possess the power to tear down our authority and drag this entire kingdom into the dirt.
Even though the current King—our imperial father—is residing in an incredibly weak, decaying physical condition, he is not entirely blind.
He still maintains a vague awareness of the political shadows swirling through the court. But his light is fading fast.
I know for a fact that his mortal life is rapidly coming to an absolute end. Because of this ticking clock, I must put our long-term strategies into immediate, ruthless action.
Colluding with rival foreign kingdoms just to systematically dismantle the royal family of the Yang Kingdom and execute a hostile coup? Hah! What an absolute, laughable delusion.
We will never allow it to happen.
With a cold, murderous expression returning to my features, I shifted my stride, heading directly toward the grand, heavily guarded perimeter of the King's Palace to secure the lineage.
Meanwhile, back in the western hallway, poor little Xiaofan was still frantically sweeping the exact same square meter of floorboards, her mind entirely consumed by the horrific gossip she had just overheard from the maidservants.
According to the maids, Brother Xiu Liang had been carried into the Prince's room looking pale, and a series of loud, frantic screams of *"NO! Hmmm—"*
had echoed through the wood, followed by the Crown Prince walking out looking completely satisfied and clearing his schedule.
*Oh no...* Xiaofan thought, a single tear of pure, sisterly misunderstanding forming in her eye as she clutched her broom.
*Brother Xiu Liang must have been tortured so severely that he lost his voice! The Prince must have used a high-level spiritual technique to extract information about the Tang Family from him! Gege sacrificed his own comfort to keep my placement a secret!*
She froze, her tiny assassin fist clenching with absolute determination.
"Aha! Right! I've got a plan!" the little girl giggled out loud with newfound happiness, a terrifyingly innocent smile breaking across her face.
"If the Crown Prince is holding Gege hostage as a political prisoner... then I will simply have to find a way to make the Crown Prince fall in love with me, become the Crown Princess, and then legally order Gege's release from the dungeons!"
Believing with absolute, unyielding 14-year-old logic that she had just cooked up the greatest diplomatic strategy in human history, she began skipping down the hallway, giggling like an absolute idiot while completely setting the stage for a catastrophic three-way romantic misunderstanding.