Target: Ling Hanrui
Age: 27
Height: 175 cm
Looks: 92/100 — Urban beauty, seductive with that cold office-lady vibe
Figure: 85/100 — Long legs, slender waist, just enough ass to tease
Measurements: 78 bust, 6 waist, 7 hips
Relationship: Wife's best friend
Virginity: No
Mood: Smug, arrogant, chatty, excited, secretly horny
Status: Married, 4 months pregnant, hasn't been fucked in ages
Intimacy Level: -45 (She looks down on you. At 100, she's obsessed.)
Traits: Greedy, vain, feminist, overly emotional, meticulous, romantic, naïve
Conquest Difficulty: ★★★★
Likes: Luxury shit, flashy cars, expensive watches, showing off, fake vacation pics on social media. Dreams of sipping cocktails by the sea.
Weaknesses:
Hardcore feminist indoctrinated by pastel-pink blog trash = perfect opening to wreck her marriage
Horny as hell during pregnancy, but her uptight husband hasn't touched her in months
Secretly fingers herself every night while he's out working overtime
Obsessed with status and material things—worships luxury like a religion
Lonely, needy, and craving attention
Recently got into a bitchfight with a coworker over a promotion—willing to «sacrifice» for the win
System Prompt: Side Mission Activated
Objective: Get Ling Hanrui to fuck you while pregnant and beg you to come inside her.
Failure Condition: If she strongly rejects you or you get exposed = system resets.
Reward (Choose One): ① 1 million RMB ② Expertise in medicine and feminist manipulation
As the system interface hovered beside Ling Hanrui's body, Li Bin narrowed his eyes.
So it really was her this time. Figures.
That stuck-up bitch and her limp-cock husband had been messing with him and Wenwan for months—throwing snide remarks, acting superior, always trying to cause drama.
Now it was payback time.
Armed with her full psychological breakdown, Li Bin started plotting.
"Hanrui, seriously? You drove here by yourself? With that belly?" Wenwan said sharply as she rushed over and opened the car door. "Don't you know that's dangerous? Dr. Cui, how the hell can you not know better?"
Wenwan looked genuinely worried as she helped her friend step out.
Hanrui, on the other hand, was clearly more interested in showing off her new ride than talking about safety. Her perfectly polished nails grazed the shiny door frame like she was posing for an ad.
"Hey, don't blame me!" her husband, Cui Tianjiao, said with an awkward laugh as he got out from the driver's side. "I told her to wait until after giving birth. But she insisted. Had to have it now. Just picked it up this morning. She wouldn't even let me drive it."
The guy smiled, but his eyes were glued to Wenwan's body—creeping up from her thighs to her tits like he was starving.
Cui Tianjiao looked like your average docile husband: pale skin, neat haircut, gold-rimmed glasses. The soft-spoken intellectual type. But a bit chubby and weirdly delicate—almost girly. His appearance screamed "safe and boring."
"What do you think, Wenwan? Pretty sweet, right? BMW 3 Series, top model this year."
She didn't give a damn about the car.
Her eyes went straight to Hanrui's stomach, checking that the baby bump wasn't too stressed.
Seeing Wenwan's lack of interest, Cui couldn't help himself. He had to fish for a compliment.
Too bad Wenwan wasn't into cars. She wouldn't know the difference between a BMW and a rusty pickup. She drove a beat-up Volkswagen POLO to work, didn't even care.
If there was one thing Wenwan did obsess over, it was real estate—land, apartments, value retention. Not horsepower.
Even so, the car was eye-catching. A glossy, dark-blue BMW 325. Sleek curves, shiny chrome.
Wenwan gave it a brief second glance and nodded politely.
"It's pretty. Looks like it fits someone like Hanrui."