"I will," Qing Yu said smoothly. "I just… a woman like you shouldn't be alone, shedding tears where no one can see."
Her expression wavered.
"…Is it your husband?" he added softly.
That did it.
Anger flashed across her face as she stood abruptly. "You're overstepping. A slave has no right—"
Qing Yu dropped to one knee instantly.
"Forgive me," he said sincerely. "I spoke out of concern, nothing more."
She hesitated.
"If I were fortunate enough to have a woman like you," he continued, voice low and steady, "I would dedicate my life to keeping her happy. Cherished. Never neglected."
The air shifted.
The Canal Aura stirred—subtle, invisible, yet effective.
Her breathing slowed. Her gaze lingered on him longer than it should have.
She frowned, annoyed at herself. Why am I even listening to a slave?
"Hmph," she said, turning away. "You said you prune plants. These aren't ordinary shrubs. Can you even handle them?"
"Yes, my lady," Qing Yu replied without hesitation.
He rose and went to work, movements precise, confident. Not rushed. Not clumsy.
She watched him from the corner of her eye.
Since when did slaves look like this? She thought, disturbed by the warmth curling in her chest.
Her husband's face flashed through her mind—cold, distant, careless.
Her fingers clenched.
Why should I remain loyal to someone who treats me like nothing?
"I should leave," she murmured suddenly, standing. "Before I do something foolish."
She took one last look at Qing Yu—
—and found him already close.
Too close.
The space between them vanished.
My lady, are you leaving?" Qing Yu asked as he caught her hand.
She wanted to pull away—but she didn't. She wanted him to hug her, to comfort her.
"Yes, I am. How dare you hold my hand," she snapped, forcing anger into her voice.
"My lady, please don't go. I enjoy your presence," Qing Yu said, his fingers sliding slowly along her arm.
This slave is bold… she thought, a shiver running through her body as her most sensitive parts reacted.
"Get back to work," she said sharply, yanking her hand free and turning away.
Seeing his chance slipping, Qing Yu did something reckless.
He wrapped his arms around her, one hand grabbing her soft breast while the other pulled her into a kiss.
"Mmm~" she moaned into his mouth, her leg trembling. The kiss deepened as he played with her tongue, his hand kneading her chest before he finally pulled away.
"How—dare—you…" she gasped, breathless.
"I want to make you happy, my lady," Qing Yu said, his Canal Aura erupting at full power as his hand slid down to her private area.
I'm… so wet for a slave. I shouldn't be doing this—but I can't resist. His touch feels like heaven…
His fingers worked her mercilessly, her moans only encouraging him. Realizing it was her earlier mistake that led to this, she quickly activated the array hiding the space and made it soundproof. She suppressed her strength to his level so she wouldn't accidentally crush him—and allowed him to take her body.
"You're enjoying it, aren't you, my lady?" Qing Yu asked as he pulled his fingers free, her juices coating them.
He licked them slowly while staring into her eyes, then pulled her into another kiss, squeezing her ass firmly.
They separated, both breathing hard.
"Continue… I'm so close," she said, lust and hunger burning in her gaze.
Qing Yu smiled and pulled down his pants, his hard, thick cock standing proudly.
It's… so big, she thought, gulping.
"Suck it," Qing Yu said, secretly thanking the system for the loan.
He groaned as her tongue wrapped around him, her head bobbing desperately as she tried to take his full length—but it was too much. Still, she sucked hungrily, her pussy dripping as she enjoyed the way his cock choked her.
Qing Yu growled, thinking of his uncle.
"Damn, Uncle Twelve… your wife is this good and you still look elsewhere? You really are a bastard."
He pulled free, lifted her onto the table, and spread her legs before burying his face between them. His tongue explored every inch of her, plunging deep as she moaned without pause.
"Am I better than your husband?" Qing Yu asked, fingers still inside her.
She looked away, biting her lip.
"Answer me, my lady," he said, pushing three fingers deeper.
"Yes—yes! You are! Fuck!" she screamed as pain and pleasure collided, her orgasm crashing down, juices spilling around his fingers.
He pulled them out and thrust into her in one smooth motion, taking her missionary-style as he played with her nipples.
"Stop—I just came—I'm too sensitive," she pleaded.
He didn't stop.
Her moans echoed through the space, nails digging into his back as he fucked her tight, trembling pussy.
"Call me daddy," he whispered, biting her nipple.
"Ahh—Daddy~"
"Louder."
"Daddy!" she screamed.
"Good girl," Qing Yu said as he shuddered inside her. "From now on, I'll shower you with love like this every day."
"Okay… daddy…" she moaned.
They fucked until they climaxed together—then went again. And again.
Qing Yu spent the entire work period fucking his uncle's wife… or should he call her his wife now? He had claimed her, broken her, made her crave him and his cock.
Afterward, they lay naked atop the table, her resting peacefully in his arms as he whispered sweet words into her ear, making her smile and giggle. He learned her name was Quan Lee, and told her about the lack of resources in the prison. She promised that every time he came, she would bring him gifts.
As the sun set, Qing Yu returned to the slave quarters, grinning as the system notification appeared.
(Mission Completed — Rating: S
Reward: 100 Desire Points)
A new system function unlocked—Relationships.
Relationship with Quan Lee: 88
Anything above 70 meant genuine love.
Scrolling through the shop, Qing Yu noticed the potion he'd used now cost only 300 points.
"System… you bastard," he thought, feeling cheated—but it was too late.
Lying on his bed, he began planning how to extract maximum benefit from Quan Lee.
And he hadn't forgotten about dealing with the Warden.
Night passed quickly, though Qing Yu barely felt its passage.
He skipped dinner entirely, the memory of last night's poison still sharp in his mind. Hunger clawed at his stomach, but paranoia burned hotter. In this place, a full belly could be a death sentence. He lay awake until dawn, listening to the quiet breathing of the other slaves, memorizing the rhythm of the compound like a hunter learning the habits of prey.
At first light, Qing Yu rose, dressed, and returned to his usual duties.
Sweeping fallen leaves.
Pruning overgrown branches.
Keeping his head down.
To anyone watching, he was just another obedient slave trying to survive another day.
When he crossed paths with Quan, they didn't so much as exchange a glance. No smiles. No hesitation. But in the brief moment their shoulders brushed, meaning passed between them like a spark. A few measured steps later, Qing Yu murmured just loud enough for her to hear.
"Garden. After noon."
She didn't answer. She didn't need to.
The hours dragged beneath the sun's slow ascent. Heat baked the stone paths until the air shimmered. Sweat ran down Qing Yu's spine as he worked, but his mind stayed sharp, calculating. Quan was useful—but she was only the beginning. Power didn't come from a single weak point. It came from leverage stacked on leverage until resistance collapsed.
And by afternoon, his next piece walked straight into view.
The Warden's daughter.
She moved through the courtyard with an ease that came from never knowing fear, flanked by servants who watched the world for her. Qing Yu slowed his sweeping, letting his eyes linger just long enough to be noticed.
Perfect.
Now that Quan was firmly wrapped around his fingers—or his dick—he could use her to strike at the Warden. But that alone wouldn't satisfy him. Pain delivered quickly was mercy.
Qing Yu wanted him to suffer.
A grin tugged at his lips as he approached.
"Your beauty deserves its own religion," he said lightly, his tone warm, confident.
The compliment hit its mark. Color rushed to her cheeks.
"Brother Qing, you flatter me," she replied shyly.
"I merely speak the truth," Qing Yu said. "I didn't get your name the last time we spoke."
He extended his hand.
"Ping Ping," she said, placing her hand in his, blushing even harder.
"Well, Sister Ping," he said smoothly, "I'm glad I was granted the chance to behold your beauty. If I were given better fortune, I would reach for the heavens themselves—become strong enough to protect you."
He punctuated the words with an exaggerated, childish gesture—leaping slightly, arms raised as if trying to grab the sky.
Ping Ping giggled, the sound small at first before it blossomed into open laughter.
"I didn't know you were so funny," she said.
"I can be many things," Qing Yu replied shamelessly, eyes never leaving hers.
They spoke for a while—simple talk, harmless on the surface. He let her lead, asked questions that made her feel interesting, important. By the time he excused himself, her disappointment was obvious.
"Please don't tell your father about this," Qing Yu said suddenly, feigning worry. "He'll make me suffer."
Before she could respond, he hurried away, leaving her standing there confused… and just a little sad.
Exactly as planned.
Qing Yu circled to the back of the villa, moving only when servants' backs were turned. Once he was certain no one watched, he slipped through the concealed array and entered the secret garden.
Quan was already there.
She lay atop the stone table, naked, skin glowing softly beneath filtered sunlight. Qing Yu smiled. Today's mission wouldn't fail.
Earlier that morning, at the break of dawn—
( Daily mission assigned
You woke up with a raging hard on relive yourself before the day ends.
Difficulty----E
Rewards 5---10 Desire points )
Back in the present—
"You sure took your time," Quan said, pouting when she noticed him.
"Did my baby girl miss her daddy?" Qing Yu replied as he grabbed her breasts and kissed her hard, leaving her breathless.
They spent the next few hours having hard, vigorous sex.
(Daily mission completed
10 Desire points acquired)
"Ahh—" Qing groaned as he came inside her.
"I love you," Quan said suddenly, pecking his cheek.
"I love you too," Qing replied with a smile.
Before he left the garden, Quan pressed a small crimson fruit into his hand.
"This can help you advance," she said softly. "One to three stages, depending on your talent. It was hard to find."
(Red Spirit Fruit
Increases your cultivation by 1–3 stages
Useful only in the Body Strengthening Realm)
"Huh," Qing thought. The system can identify items too… impressive.
"How will you hide it?" Quan asked.
"Don't worry," Qing said calmly. "I have my ways."
As he walked through the array, he casually tossed the fruit into his inventory.