Free Web NovelChapter 19: 19. The Clumsy, Composed And The Spoiled One
The thick, intoxicating residue of the morning’s spiritual entanglement slowly dissipated as the ambient temperature inside the primary bedchamber stabilized.
Pushing the heavy silk sheets aside, I rose from the grand mattress, the cold air of the pavilion instantly crisping against my bare chest. My cultivation core, though still vibrating with the intense feedback loop of the previous hour, felt grounded once more.
Walking into the private bathing quarters, I stood beneath a stream of freezing spirit-spring water, letting the icy deluge wash away the lingering warmth of the succubus pheromones and the mental fog of my defenselessness.
Once refreshed, I donned a clean, meticulously folded set of midnight-blue scholar robes, securing the waist with a simple silver sash.
Before leaving the upper quarters, I directed my awareness inward to my system assistant.
’Lucy, display all recent and backlogged notifications. Let us see the total yield of love points gained from our recent encounters,’ I commanded silently in my mind.
A sleek, translucent blue ledger materialized before my eyes, scrolling rapidly through the backlogged data points.
[SYSTEM LOG ACCUMULATION]
• Event: Received an oral service from Void Integration Realm Head Maid under the table hiding from daughter (Ruyi).
• Reward: +800 Love Points
• Event: Swallowed by Void Integration Realm Head Maid (Ruyi) (while hiding and nearly got caught) [Addictive Celestial Essence Bonus triggered].
• Reward: +1200 Love Points
• Event: Received a hand service from his own daughter (Meiyin) (Early Qi Condensation Realm).
• Reward: +1500 Love Points
• Event: Swallowed by daughter (Meiyin) (Early Qi Condensation Realm).
• Reward: +2000 Love Points
• Total Love Points: 9000 / 50000 (Need 41000 more to upgrade the system)
• Fate Points: 2000
My mental breath hitched slightly as I stared at the final tally. A faint, sharp jolt of surprise rippled through my sea of consciousness.
I had expected a decent harvest, but the sheer volume of points generated by Meiyin was staggering. To pull fifteen hundred points from a simple hand service, followed by a staggering two thousand just for her swallowing my essence, was an absurd return on investment, completely eclipsing the yields from a high-tier powerhouse like Ruyi.
At the same time, seeing the progress bar for the System Shop sitting at nine thousand out of fifty thousand reminded me of the steep climb ahead.
I still needed exactly forty-one thousand more points to rip open the exchange store and gain access to the high-tier reality-warping items, bloodline purifiers, and cultivation resources that would truly secure my dominance.
It was an agonizingly close threshold, a stark reminder that while Meiyin was an absolute goldmine, I would have to play my cards perfectly and draw even more submission out of her if I wanted to bridge that forty-thousand-point gap quickly.
’An exceptional harvest, dear Jianxiao,’ Lucy’s crisp, slightly amused voice chimed within my sea of consciousness, interrupting my mental math.
’It appears the underlying system protocols place an incredible premium on psychological taboo and emotional vulnerability, heavily favoring your interactions with the young mistress over the raw power of a Void Integration cultivator. If you wish to close that remaining deficit and permanently unlock the exchange store, expanding your operations with Lady Meiyin is mathematically your most efficient path.’
A dark, predatory thrill coiled deep within my lower dantian. The sheer numerical reality of the system was an explicit temptation, whispering just how incredibly lucrative it would be to push past the boundaries of simple manual and oral play.
If a mere taste yielded this much, what would a complete, unbridled union with my own daughter bring? The thought of completely breaking her down and claiming her body entirely flashed through my mind, a toxic wave of desire prompting me to consider returning upstairs to her quarters right then and there to take things further.
I paused, closing my eyes for a brief, heavy second as the lingering moral compass from my soul that lived on Earth aggressively reasserted itself, erecting a firm barrier against the corrupting allure of raw system metrics.
No. I needed to draw a line. Rushing blindly into full cross-generational depravity purely to farm points was a boundary that my modern, civilized ethics recoiled from, no matter how much this chaotic world tried to normalize it.
Dismissing the glowing ledger with a sharp exhale, I forced the lingering warmth from my thoughts and stepped out of my suite, leaving the upper level of my estate, known throughout the sector as the Dragon Abode.
Unlike standard, flat courtyard compounds, the Dragon Abode was a towering, masterfully engineered sanctuary designed to optimize spiritual flow and privacy.
The heavily shielded upper level was dedicated entirely to rest, housing eight grand bedrooms for myself, my personal maids, and secluded guest chambers.
The expansive ground floor accommodated the daily needs of a high-tier cultivator, featuring a massive stone-paved kitchen, a reinforced training hall, a bathing pavilion, and a private meditation sanctuary.
Descending the grand spirit-wood staircase to the ground floor, I began the trek toward the eastern wing.
As I crossed the open-air corridor connecting the training hall to the dining area, the serene stillness of the morning was violently shattered by a series of chaotic noises echoing directly from the kitchen doorway.
Clatter... bang! Crash... thud!
"Oh no, no, no! Please don’t break, please stay together!" a frantic, high-pitched voice squeaked from within, followed immediately by the loud, metallic ring of a heavy copper pot bouncing down the stone steps.
Clang... clang... wallop!
I paused at the threshold of the kitchen, leaning slightly against the wooden doorframe as I took in the chaotic spectacle before me.
This was Ah Zhu, one of the two personal assistants I had assigned to help the headmaid with the primary pavilion’s upkeep.
She was a remarkably striking young woman, possessing eyes that were uniquely beautiful, large, luminous hazel orbs framed by thick lashes that shimmered with distinct flecks of gold and amber whenever she panicked.
Perched precariously on the bridge of her nose was a pair of delicate, round spectacles forged from polished spiritual copper. The thin wire frames lent her an unexpectedly scholarly, endearing charm, though the oversized lenses currently served to magnify her utter bewilderment, reflecting the morning light as they threatened to slip off entirely.
Her physical proportions were equally arresting, presenting a fascinating, highly distracting contrast.
She possessed an incredibly petite, skinny frame with slender arms and a narrow, willow-like waist, yet her plain linen maid uniform was stretched remarkably taut across an unexpectedly large, heavy bust that bounced heavily with every frantic movement.
Beneath the tightly bound strings of her apron, her slender silhouette flared out into surprisingly lush, generous curves, boasting a full, rounded ass and wide hips that seemed entirely too voluptuous for her otherwise delicate structure.
Right now, her round face was currently flushed bright red from panic, and her thick brown hair was tied back into two messy buns that kept unraveling.
She was practically entangled with a massive wooden storage crate. In her desperate attempt to carry a week’s worth of spiritual rice, premium vegetables, and earthenware jars all at once, her foot had caught the edge of a low stool.
"Ah! Master!" Ah Zhu gasped, her beautiful hazel eyes widening to dinner-plate proportions the exact moment she noticed my imposing figure standing in the doorway.
The sudden shock completely ruined whatever fragile balance she was maintaining. Her grip failed entirely, and the massive wooden crate slipped from her arms, sending a cascade of porcelain bowls and fresh vegetables tumbling toward the floorboards.
Whoosh... thwack!
Before the fragile porcelain could shatter against the stone, I executed a flawless, effortless sweep of my right hand.
A localized gust of internal qi rippled through the air, catching the falling jars and bowls mid-flight and neatly stacking them back onto the kitchen counter with a series of quiet, perfectly controlled thuds.
Thump. Tap. Click.
"Ah Zhu," I spoke, my voice a calm, even rumble that instantly filled the chaotic kitchen space. "A cultivator’s kitchen requires a certain degree of martial precision, not a display of dynamic demolition. Why are you rushing so recklessly?"
"I am so incredibly sorry, Master!" Ah Zhu wailed softly, her hands flying to her face as she bowed so rapidly and deeply that her forehead nearly smacked into the wooden counter, her ample rear tilting up sharply under the strain of her deep bow.
"I wanted to have the morning tea and the spirit-rice porridge perfectly prepared before you woke up, but the storage boxes were heavier than I calculated, and then the footstool moved on its own, and... and I almost ruined everything!"
She looked up at me through her disheveled bangs, those gorgeous, shimmering amber-hazel eyes quivering with a genuine, panicky sorrow that was completely devoid of Meiyin’s spoiled demonic calculation.
Ah Zhu was simply, genuinely, and fundamentally clumsy, a walking disaster zone in a pristine cultivation estate, yet her absolute lack of malice or hidden agendas made her presence an oddly grounding relief after the intense taboo of the primary bedchamber.
"Ah Zhu, handle the earthenware with proper care and cease disrupting Master’s morning with these endless shenanigans," a cool, composed voice interjected from the side entrance of the kitchen pantry.
The sudden intervention caused Ah Zhu to squeak, her voluptuous frame stiffening as she quickly pulled her hands away from her face.
Stepping into the warm light of the kitchen was Hong Yu, the third member of my personal maid staff.
She carried herself with a quiet, measured grace that stood in stark contrast to Ah Zhu’s frantic energy.
Her most striking feature was her hair, a cascade of long, vibrant red locks that seemed to dazzle and shimmer like liquid fire under the morning sun.
Yet, as she tilted her head to address the panicking maid, the light caught the left side of her face, illuminating a distinct, jagged scar that ran from just beneath her temple down across her cheekbone.
In a superficial cultivation world obsessed with flawless, jade-skin standards, such a facial blemish was a cruel death sentence. It completely ruined a girl’s future prospects of an advantageous marriage, branding her as damaged goods to the elitist sects who viewed women as political currency.
To my eyes, however, the scar did not diminish her appearance in the slightest. It lent her a sharp, dangerous edge that enhanced her striking features, making her look undeniably beautiful and fiercely independent.
Having recognized her from the very beginning as a crucial destiny heroine belonging to an entirely different protagonist’s storyline, I decided it was time to verify her exact parameters.
’Lucy, run the target scan on Hong Yu now, let us get a full confirmation of her hidden status,’ I commanded silently.
[CHARACTER SCAN COMPLETE]
• Name: Hong Yu / True Name: Feng Huangyi
• Identity: Primary Destiny Heroine / The Fallen Vermilion Princess [Destiny Template: Bound to Fated Protagonist]
• Age: 700 Years Old
• Cultivation Level: Peak Spirit Severing Realm (Severely suppressed and crippled to Peak Qi Condensation Realm due to heavy poisoning)
• Relationship Status: Unmarried / Target of a massive political assassination plot initiated by the Sacred Flame Emperor
• Children: None
• Bond Score: 40 / 100 [Deeply Respectful / Grateful for safe sanctuary]
• Mental State: Highly vigilant, cautious, and living under a false identity to survive. Her true heritage is completely buried behind her dutiful servant facade. She possesses a deep-seated, agonizing insecurity regarding the jagged scar on her face, acutely aware that the cultivation world views her blemish as a mark of ruined, damaged goods.
• Hidden Desires: Vengeance and Restoration. Secretly craves a powerful, unshakeable backer capable of accepting her despite her facial blemish and true care as a person.
The system data array materialized before my eyes, confirming everything I had already suspected about her monstrous, ancient background.
Hong Yu was indeed that vital piece of the puzzle, a high-tier nexus of world fortune sitting right in my domain before her intended protagonist could even meet her.
’What an unbelievable stroke of luck,’ I thought, a faint, amused smile playing on my lips as the system window faded away. I watched her smoothly organize the stray spice jars, completely oblivious to the fact that I had just confirmed her entire destiny timeline.
’A top-tier heroine hiding out in the Dragon Abode while the world believes her future is ruined. She is working under my roof, balancing my household hierarchy, and making my morning tea before her intended destiny even begins.’
The soft rustle of silk and the light patter of bare footsteps echoed from the adjacent corridor.
Turning my gaze, I watched Meiyin step into the kitchen framework, having freshly emerged from the geothermal bathing pavilion.
A simple, oversized white bath robe was tangled loosely around her petite form, the damp fabric clinging suggestively to her delicate shoulders and highlighting the soft, youthful contours of her body.
Her skin was flushing with a radiant, post-bath glow, practically glistening under the warm kitchen light, while her wet, pink bob hair was sticky and piecey, framing her delicate face in a way that made her look like an ethereal, newly descended goddess.
Ah Zhu and Hong Yu both instinctively straightened, shifting their posture as the young mistress of the pavilion made her presence known.
Meiyin stopped a few paces away, her wide, innocent eyes locking onto me with a mixture of lingering morning shyness and an underlying, possessive intensity.
Beneath that perfectly crafted layer of filial innocence, however, Meiyin’s mind was spinning with a completely different reality.
As she lowered her head to offer a seemingly submissive greeting, her internal thoughts were entirely consumed by the calculated plot she had been orchestrating.
’Hmm, daddy seems to be captivated again by my look’, Meiyin thought to herself, a wave of smug satisfaction rippling beneath her shy exterior. ’That secret scroll I found at the sect’s hidden library really seems to help. Everything is playing out exactly like the text described.’
To her, this entire routine of acting like a spoiled, helpless girl was a masterful game of strategy to keep him entirely focused on her.
’Daddy even let me touch his things today too, and the taste was amazing’, she reminisced, a small thrill running through her as she maintained her innocent posture.
’I saw a picture of it in the scroll saying it should be about four to six inches, but my daddy seems to be special... it was so much larger than that.’
"Master," Hong Yu spoke smoothly, completely breaking the silent tension as she dipped into a flawless, perfectly executed curtsy that showed years of high-class etiquette training. "Please forgive Ah Zhu’s clumsiness. I will personally ensure the spirit-rice porridge is served to your satisfaction within the quarter-hour."
