Chapter 293-294-295 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 293-294-295 |
“Are you hungry?”
“…A little.”
“Want me to make you something to eat?”
“…Too tired to move.”
“You don’t have to move. I’m the one doing the cooking.”
“You said that last night too. And look at me now.”
After some consideration, they decided to stay in bed.
“What did you use to trap my System?” Qingying asked, playing with his hair. “What is that scroll?”
“Tell me something nice, and I’ll tell you.” He leaned closer, but she pushed him away playfully.
“I don’t actually know,” Chen Yin shrugged. “Just think of it as something similar to a System.”
“Will it try to kill you too?”
“Probably not,” Chen Yin said, thinking about the scroll. He had used it for a long time without any problems. It wasn’t like the Heavenly Dao Fragments.
But he remembered the System’s words: There aren’t many things that can contain the Heavenly Dao…
What secrets are you hiding, scroll?
“What are you thinking about?” Qingying asked, noticing his silence.
“I’m looking at your Plot Record,” he said truthfully.
“You can see my Plot Record even after taking my System?”
“Not just that,” he grinned, pinching her cheek, “I can even use your System’s abilities now. But I’d rather not. It’s still a tool of the Upper Realm.”
“That’s true,” Qingying nodded, “and you’re so strong, you don’t need my useless abilities anyway. Come on, let me see what treasures you found in there!”
Chen Yin entered the scroll’s space and checked Qingying’s Plot Record.
After reading a few lines, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Plot Record: Main Quest, go to Mount Buqi in Ziqing Province on the specified date.”
“Daily Quest: Eat pastries.”
“Daily Quest: Eat pastries.”
“Daily Quest: Eat pastries.”
“Daily Quest: System, you’re becoming too decadent. You’re an assassination System! Today, you must assassinate a local bully.”
“Daily Quest: Eat pastries.”
Chen Yin: “…”
“…That’s what you do every day?”
“What else is there to do?” Qingying grumbled. “I don’t choose the quests! What can I do?”
At least it’s not something ridiculous or harmful, Chen Yin thought. Compared to the other Plot Records, which were all filled with tragedy and revenge, Qingying’s was surprisingly… normal.
As for the Main Quest, it was likely the same as the others, to lure her to Mount Buqi for the harvest.
“Chen Yin,” Qingying suddenly asked, “can I go with you to the Triennial Day?”
“No,” he said firmly.
“Why?”
“It’s dangerous. You’ll die.”
“I’m not that weak!” she protested. “I used all my points to exchange for pills! I’ve reached the Grand Clarity Realm now!”
“Have you comprehended the Dao?”
“N-no…”
“Then you can’t go.” Chen Yin shook his head. “Spiritual energy is useless in the Void. Only the Dao Rhythm matters. Even if you’re at Grand Clarity, without comprehending the Dao, you’ll be cannon fodder.”
“Oh.” Qingying’s head drooped, her shoulders slumping.
She looked like a dejected puppy. Chen Yin’s heart softened at the sight of her.
He cupped her face in his hands, and she looked up at him, startled.
“What are you doing?”
“You look like a dog I used to have.”
“…Are you insulting me?” she mumbled, glancing at him sideways.
“No, you just look like it when you’re sad.”
“Thanks,” she said sarcastically. “You’re supposed to comfort girls when they’re sad, not call them dogs.”
Chen Yin chuckled. “How do you want me to comfort you?”
“Just say something nice. I’m not asking for much…”
Her voice softened, and her gaze lowered again.
“I’m simple. Just compliment me and spend some time with me, and I’ll be happy.”
“…That sounds even more like a dog.”
“You’re the dog! Stop insulting me!”
Qingying lunged at him playfully, but he caught her and kissed her softly, her struggles turning into soft moans.
After a while, her breath ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, he whispered, “I’m not taking you to the Triennial Day because you’re useless. I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t even know what will happen there. So I’m not taking any of you. Master and I will go. That’s enough.”
Qingying blinked at him, her eyes wide and innocent.
“You really don’t think I’m useless?”
“You’re quite useful.”
“Like what?”
“Like…” Chen Yin grinned, his hand slipping beneath the blankets.
Qingying’s face turned crimson. “You’re just teasing me again! My only use is to be your… toy, isn’t it?!”
“You said it, not me,” Chen Yin chuckled, his hand cupping her breast gently. “You’re so… soft… and your curves… especially when you wear that tight black outfit from the Secret Division… You have no idea how much I enjoyed seeing you tied up, that rope accentuating your curves, your face flushed with anger… you looked like… an undercover investigator from those… adult films…”
“What’s an undercover investigator?” Qingying looked at him, confused.
“You don’t need to know.”
By the time they emerged from Qingying’s room, it was already noon.
Qingying, as usual, disappeared into the shadows, preferring to avoid crowds. She would only reappear when Chen Yin needed her.
Back at his residence, Chen Yin found Shen Shuanglian waiting for him.
He paused, then remembered.
“You… didn’t wait up all night, did you?”
Shen Shuanglian’s eyes were red and puffy, a clear sign of a sleepless night. But she just shook her head. “N-no… I just… couldn’t sleep.”
Her voice was weak, and even she seemed to find her excuse unconvincing.
Chen Yin sighed and gently ruffled her hair.
“I’m sorry. Get some sleep.”
“It’s fine, I’m not tired,” she murmured, “I was just worried. I thought something had happened to you.”
Chen Yin chuckled. “What could possibly happen to me? You worry too much.”
He stopped mid-sentence, and Shen Shuanglian’s gaze lowered slightly.
…He had been neglecting her. She had been abandoned twice before, and the fear of losing him again haunted her.
“…Get some sleep,” he said softly, carrying her to the bed. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“I’m really not tired—”
He silenced her with a gentle kiss.
She snuggled under the covers, her eyes peeking out at him shyly.
He took her hand and held it gently.
“I won’t let go until you wake up.”
“…Okay.”
Exhaustion finally caught up with her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Chen Yin watched her sleep peacefully, his gaze soft and gentle.
After a while, a voice suddenly echoed through the room.
“I didn’t know you had such a tender side.”
“What do you want, Senior Mei Niang?” Chen Yin’s voice was quiet, his gaze still fixed on Shen Shuanglian.
Qing Mei Niang, her beauty as captivating as ever, emerged from the shadows. “Come with me. I need to talk to you.”
“We can talk here,” Chen Yin said, glancing at Shen Shuanglian’s sleeping face. “As long as we keep our voices down.”
Qing Mei Niang frowned. “Are you always this gentle with your women? Even when they’re asleep?”
“If you’re worried about Luo Luo, Senior, I assure you, I treat her with the same care and affection. If that’s not what you wanted to talk about, then please excuse me.”
Qing Mei Niang’s frown deepened. “Is that how you speak to your elders?”
“If we count our time a thousand years ago, we’re the same age. I’m only calling you ‘Senior’ because of Luo Luo.” He added, his voice slightly colder, “If you have nothing else to say, please leave. I don’t want to wake her.”
Qing Mei Niang stared at him for a long moment. “…What did Little Ling’er tell you?”
Chen Yin hesitated.
He didn’t want to reveal Yu Ling’s suspicion about Qing Mei Niang’s… preferences. It might just make things awkward.
“Hmph, you’re just relying on Little Ling’er’s favoritism.”
She sat down, her expression still slightly displeased. “Fine, we’ll talk here. Did you meet the Immortal Venerable’s avatar in his ruins a thousand years ago?”
“I did. Why are you so interested in that?”
“Do you know why the Qing Fox Clan guards the seal?”
Chen Yin’s expression turned serious. “…Did he ask you to?”
“Yes. One of our ancestors, a powerful demon, was his pet. After he died, she came here, built the barrier, established our clan, and passed down the duty of guarding the seal. This is a closely guarded secret, even Little Ling’er doesn’t know.” She sighed.
“And the reason you’re telling me this is…?”
“Do you… have a sword called the Eternal Light Sword? Did the Immortal Venerable give it to you?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, it’s my sword now.”
Seeing her hesitation, Chen Yin said, “Do you want to borrow it, Senior?”
“Yes.”
Asking a junior for a favor seemed to be a difficult task for her. She seemed relieved that he had offered.
“There’s a secret realm left by our ancestor, but it requires a relic of the Immortal Venerable to open it. I’ve been searching for years, and the only one I’ve found is with Little Ling’er.”
“Why didn’t you just ask her for it?”
Qing Mei Niang’s expression turned strange, a mix of anger, resentment, and embarrassment.
“…I did,” she mumbled, “but… she refused! It’s just a sword! She said it belongs to someone else, that she has to find its owner! We were so close! I would have given her anything! But she wouldn’t give me the sword! She refused!”
Chen Yin understood immediately.
So she was jealous.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face.
Qing Mei Niang glared at him, but she forced a smile. “It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re willing to lend it to me, the Qing Fox Clan will reward you handsomely—”
“That’s not necessary, Senior,” Chen Yin said politely, “Luo Luo and I are practically family. Just ask.”
Qing Mei Niang seemed relieved. “In that case, may I borrow your sword—?”
“No.”
Chen Yin grinned.
When Chen Yin refused to lend her the sword, Qing Mei Niang’s smile froze.
“Young Master Chen… are you playing games with me? It’s just a sword. Why are you being so difficult?”
“It’s not about the sword itself,” Chen Yin said, a playful glint in his eyes, “as you know, the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation is approaching. And unfortunately, my sword was damaged during the last one. If I lend it to you now, and something happens to it, we’ll be in trouble.”
“Then how about… after the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation?” Qing Mei Niang said, trying to control her annoyance. “You wouldn’t mind lending it to me then, would you?”
“I could,” Chen Yin said, “but why are you so interested in this secret realm? What’s inside?”
“I don’t know,” Qing Mei Niang admitted. “No one knows. Perhaps only our ancestor knew. I want to see if she left anything behind, something that might explain why we’re guarding the seal. And… if there’s a way to break this curse, so we no longer have to.” A hint of resentment crept into her voice.
“So you don’t want to guard the seal?” Chen Yin blinked. “But it’s a passage to the Upper Realm! If you don’t guard it, they’ll invade!”
Qing Mei Niang chuckled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Don’t forget, Young Master Chen, we’re demons. Even if the Upper Realm invades, it has nothing to do with us. Unless… you’re planning on being a selfless hero?”
“Not really,” Chen Yin shrugged. “If you don’t want to guard it, then don’t. No one’s forcing you. But I’m curious why you dislike it so much.”
“Who wants to waste five hundred years in a desolate place?” She pouted. “Five hundred years… that’s enough time for a lot of things to change.”
…Enough time for you to steal Little Ling’er’s heart and make her forget about me.
Chen Yin didn’t bother pointing out her jealousy. He stretched lazily. “Fine. I’ll lend you the sword after the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation, if everything goes well.”
Qing Mei Niang seemed relieved. “Thank you, Young Master Chen.”
“One last thing. When you’re… free,” she glanced at Shen Shuanglian, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, “Little Ling’er wants to see you. She wants to discuss the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation.”
“I understand.”
Qing Mei Niang gave him one last look, then vanished.
The room was silent again, Chen Yin’s hand still holding Shen Shuanglian’s.
—
Shen Shuanglian slept soundly,
Until nightfall.
“Did I… sleep that long?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.
“It’s fine. Sleep as long as you want.”
Chen Yin handed her a bowl of warm porridge. “If you’re still tired, you can go back to sleep after you eat.”
“Really?” She took a sip, her eyes sparkling.
“I promised to spend the night with you. I’m not going anywhere.”
A rare smile touched Shen Shuanglian’s lips.
“Then… come back to bed and talk to me.”
She quickly finished her porridge and snuggled under the covers, her eyes peeking out at him shyly.
Chen Yin joined her in bed, the warm blankets enveloping them in a cozy embrace.
Shen Shuanglian was wearing a thin nightgown, its soft fabric clinging to her body, her scent filling his senses.
They were so close their noses almost touched.
Shen Shuanglian blushed and looked away, her heart beating slightly faster.
“…Hold me,” she whispered.
Chen Yin wrapped his arms around her, her soft, warm body molding against his.
She buried her face in his chest, nuzzling his chin gently.
“Nice nightgown. Did you get it from the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion?”
“Yes… Master Yu Ling recommended it.”
“She knows my taste,” Chen Yin chuckled. “Did she recommend the… undergarments… too?”
Shen Shuanglian’s face turned crimson, and she was speechless.
“…You’re not wearing any, are you?”
She knew he already knew, but she just nodded silently, her head lowered, her cheeks burning.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll have to check myself.”
Shen Shuanglian nodded again, her body trembling slightly.
Chen Yin slipped his hand beneath her nightgown, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Her docility, her quiet submission, made him feel like he was corrupting an innocent young girl.
Even now, she was still the same shy and reserved Shen Shuangshuang he had met in his previous life.
She was always so accommodating, so eager to please him, always willing to do whatever he wanted.
Like now, she just lay there, her lips pressed together tightly, not saying a word.
Even when he teased her, trying to elicit a reaction, she would only moan softly, her breath hitching in her throat, her body trembling slightly, her silence a sweet, intoxicating torment.
But her innocence and vulnerability also made him hesitant to push her too far.
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, silencing her soft whimpers.
“You slept all day. Time for some exercise.”
Shen Shuanglian’s ears turned red, but she just nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
“…Be… gentle…” she whispered.
“I’m always gentle.”
“That’s not true, remember the first time…?”
She stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks burning as she remembered that night in the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain.
Chen Yin chuckled and kissed her hair.
“Don’t worry,”
“I’m not lying this time.”