Chapter 1

At eleven o'clock at night, the street was nearly deserted, moonlight scattering into patches of white on the ground.

Just off work, you walked home alone, and a creeping loneliness began to set in.

You pushed open the door and entered the bedroom. Your gaze landed on a beauty lying on your bed, her long hair cascading like a waterfall around her stunning face, her thin lips a vivid red. A sheer, cool gauze draped over her, outlining her perfect curves, with glimpses of soft pink beneath.

She sensed your arrival, released her clenched fingers, and the gauze naturally slipped from her shoulders.

The room filled with a sweet, rich citrus fragrance. A delicate blush spread across her fair cheeks. She lifted her eyes, and within her pupils, your reflection appeared.

As your presence drew closer, she crawled to your side, her burning fingers wrapping around your waist as she tilted her head up to look at you. From above, you took in all her magnificence.

You chose to first pick up the cup on the table and politely feed her a sip of water. The woman leaned against your chest, her body temperature startlingly hot against you. She drank too hastily, leaving her lips wet, droplets of water trailing down from the corners of her mouth.

You couldn't resist reaching out a finger to wipe the moisture from her lips.

She gently nipped at your finger, a silvery thread of saliva clinging to your fingertip.

Then she took your hand and pressed it to her chest, her voice warm, her body trembling, her bright, damp eyes looking up at you helplessly. "Master... help me..."

【Would the player like to help her?】

Yan Qingqiu didn't hesitate to click Accept: Help, help, help!

Not helping at a time like this would make her less than human.

【Game Over. Your gland was excised, and you died by a single blow.】

"...?"

On the screen was a realistic game animation. The beautiful woman lay on the bed, and as the pop-up appeared, several pink buttons materialized beside her.

She could click the buttons at any time, or freely touch the screen, and each time the beauty would respond with corresponding expressions and heart points.

But one misstep, and the game would end—she'd be killed by the beauty.

But isn't it precisely the dangerous women of the world who are the most alluring?

Yan Qingqiu loved this thrill. She started over again.

At three in the morning on Saturday, the early autumn air was slightly chilly.

Moonlight slipped through the uncurtained window, casting a second glow onto the white walls of the pitch-dark room.

Yan Qingqiu huddled under the covers, her finger gliding across the screen. Her chin, pressed against the pillow for a while, was getting a bit sore, so she switched to lying on her side to continue her conquest. The beauty showed her shyness at the tip of Yan Qingqiu's finger, occasionally letting out sounds that made her ears burn.

"Am I running a fever? Why do I feel hot just thinking of you?"

"Master, I can feel your presence so intensely."

"I love your touch."

"May I know your name?"

Soon, her game nickname popped up at the bottom of the screen. Yan Qingqiu pressed the selection button that appeared and painstakingly typed out: "I am Pure·Turn left at the street corner, then right·Sorrow Demon·Hathaway'er·Fallen Angel."

After sending it, the screen went black for a long while, then suddenly a voice message button popped up. Yan Qingqiu quickly pressed it to correct herself, "But I'll allow you to call me by my nickname, Qiu'er."

"Your name is truly unique. I've memorized it well."

Yan Qingqiu's face flushed red, and she bit her lip.

The voice actress for the game must be incredibly seductive—just the sound alone was so alluring. She should have hit record and saved that voice clip for a goodnight lullaby.

Having just finished a week of work, she'd planned to pull an all-nighter anyway, and conveniently, a link popped up on her phone, so immersive.

Drawn in by the first line, she instantly downloaded the game, then absentmindedly played it until the dead of night.

This little low-budget game was just as improper on the inside as it looked.

Her fingers were practically burning from all the tapping.

Even if the game shamelessly started charging her later, she'd be willing to splurge.

Yan Qingqiu bit her lip and continued pressing the buttons below. The woman's face grew redder, her grip on the sheets tightening as she began to plead for mercy.

Yan Qingqiu didn't stop; she tapped faster.

Suddenly, the screen went black again, and the light in Yan Qingqiu's eyes dimmed with it. She swallowed hard, tapping at the screen, but she was afraid to press the back button, terrified of losing her progress.

Finally, the screen lit up again.

A question appeared, asking for her response. Likely a check before starting the actual game and entering the paid content.

The first fill-in-the-blank: 【You discover your boyfriend on a date with his first love. She has sparkling eyes and moist lips. What do you do——】

Yan Qingqiu filled it in without hesitation: Kick the cheating bastard's head off, then grab the beauty and kiss her senseless—kiss her until she can't breathe!

The second multiple-choice: 【You've differentiated into an SSS-rank ultra-rare omega. Just as you're about to get intimate, you find your ex's first love lying on the bed. What's your choice? A. Excise your gland to forcibly end the heat, B. Humble yourself and beg your affair partner for an inhibitor】

The boldest woman of all, Yan Qingqiu chose to excise her gland without a second thought.

The third question: 【Please choose your favorite personality type.】

A. Gentle and Touching (Elderly sister next door) B. Dark and Psychotic (Slight displeasure and it's lights out for you and your parents) C. High and Mighty (A cold moon, admired from afar) D. Passionate with Big Wavy Hair and a Mature Vibe (All the thrills you could want)

Only children make choices—I want them all! And bring on the scheming older stepsisters, fiery younger stepsisters, and innocent young stepmothers too, all at once! I can handle a lot!

The fourth blind choice: 【_ _ _ _】

When in doubt, always choose C.

After several questions, the final one: 【_ _ _ _ _ _ _ Three Days and Three Nights】

Three days and three nights? Who are you underestimating?

Ten days to half a month, please, by all means, arrange it.

Yan Qingqiu didn't think much of it, nor did she notice that everything around her was changing with each of her choices. She thought it was just a regular game, joking her way through to the last question, wild and reckless.

But when filling in the final answer, she got a bit shy and modified it slightly: Seven days and seven nights—let me be a little conservative.

After filling it in, she imagined the game.

The stunning beauty from earlier was probably the female lead. The original character was a vicious supporting actress, with a charming male lead in the middle. The three of them trapped in a cycle of I-love-you, you-don't-love-me, I'll-destroy-you. The evil villainess secretly pines for the male lead, the supporting actress, unable to have him, captures and tortures the female lead.

Eventually, the female lead turns into a dark shadow, slaughtering everything, putting a blade to the villainess's throat and ending her in a single stroke.

But she, Yan Qingqiu, was taking the road less traveled, her goal being to pursue the beauty.

In the end, the male lead would be sobbing on his knees: "Don't leave me!"

Yan Qingqiu would wrap her arms around the female lead's waist and say, "Darling, kiss me. Tongue."

All questions answered.

Yan Qingqiu tapped the screen, eagerly waiting for the game to load. The beauty from before needed to appear soon; if she didn't show up, Yan Qingqiu might die of anticipation.

But time ticked by, and the beauty never appeared.

The screen stayed on a loading spinner: World is generating... 35%

Unwilling to give up, Yan Qingqiu rested her chin on her hand and waited. It was now four in the morning.

She couldn't hold on much longer and dozed off briefly.

She woke up once, grabbed her phone, and saw the game had loaded to 99%.

She closed her eyes again. Time: 4:44 AM.

In a daze, the furniture around her floated in the air, turning into transparent bubbles. She was drawn into one and drifted toward darkness. Still asleep, the bubbles met the light and popped one by one until they vanished completely.

The scattered specks of golden light were dazzling, seemingly hiding vast wealth, stirring the greed of everyone who passed.

Yan Qingqiu was a person with extremely low self-control; the sight of money made her feet freeze. She vaguely sensed she was dreaming and didn't think much about what demons might lurk behind, carelessly pushing open a door of sin.

Taking a step further, she could hear heavy breathing.

As with every dream, her body wasn't quite under her control.

Her mind, like a computer system crashing, kept emitting "crash" sounds, a noisy buzz that gradually turned into an annoying cicada's drone.

That night, Yan Qingqiu didn't sleep well. Her body felt as if it had been moved from a cramped rental room onto a soft cloud, ready to fall through with each step. Vines seemed to coil around her, tightening without mercy, as if trying to take her life.

In the early morning, Yan Qingqiu opened her eyes. She saw a white ceiling, adorned with a few luxurious crystal star-shaped lights.

Cicadas chirped by her ear. Yan Qingqiu turned over and saw that the bed was covered in white imperial silk velvet. An ornate, European-style carved mirror on the wall reflected everything on the bed.

The woman on the bed lifted her lashes slightly, her lazy posture making her shoulders lean forward, her smooth, fair skin fully exposed. Her chest and legs seemed coated with a layer of honey under the soft light. She looked like a born seductress.

Yan Qingqiu sat up, propping herself on her hands. Her long, delicate legs pressed together, the softness causing her to let out a soft moan.

The mirror reflected her own image.

A velvet bell was tied around her left ankle, making a gentle sound with her movements.

She was naked. There was a butterfly-patterned bite mark on her shoulder, her eyes looked languid, her chin slightly lifted. Her long, slightly wavy blue-tinted hair fell over her chest, giving her an air of a spoiled, wealthy young lady.

Is this her?

Yan Qingqiu couldn't quite believe it. She scrambled off the bed, and thinking she had no clothes on, grabbed the thin blanket to wrap around herself. She hurried to the mirror, touched her face, pinched her waist, and squeezed her butt.

Her face and figure were the same, but her skin was several shades better, and her body had become more toned. It was as if she'd been reborn—from a worn-out office drone to a beautiful young lady who seemed untouched by the world.

But this was clearly not her room.

Just a few hours ago, she'd been huddled under the covers on the floor, thinking about buying a villa in the game once she got rich. How did she suddenly end up here?

The change was too abrupt.

Yan Qingqiu immediately pushed open the window beside her to see what was going on. Outside, green plants were planted everywhere, roses bloomed red across the corner of the courtyard, pink roses climbed over the fence. Golden morning sunlight streamed in from outside, merging with the fragrance in the air—a delightful scent.

A man in a tailcoat with gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a palace butler, turned around and bowed respectfully to her. "Good morning, Miss."

Startled, Yan Qingqiu quickly shut the window and crouched beneath it, nervously biting her fingers.

A few hours ago, Yan Qingqiu would have thought she'd had too much to drink and accidentally reenacted Pan Jinlian opening the window. But what was happening now?

Transmigration?

It was too strange. She hadn't read any transmigration novels with a same-named protagonist, nor had she picked up any weird flyers on the ground.

She'd just played a game... a game?

Wait, wait a second?

She'd transmigrated?

Wasn't this just an immersive gaming experience?

Three minutes later, the butler, who was watering the flowers in the courtyard, turned to see their young lady lifting her skirt and storming down the stairs in a whirlwind. She was out of breath, a cute blush on her cheeks, carrying her high heels in her other hand.

The butler was puzzled: "Miss, why are you dressed in..."

"No time to explain, hurry up and get the car ready!" she said urgently.

Yan Qingqiu sat in the back seat, afraid to look up, worried the butler might notice something odd. She carefully slipped her shoes on under the cover of her skirt. Staring at the bright diamond embellishments on the toes, she felt dizzy and nearly fainted, but she tried hard to sort out the situation.

First, she played a game. In the game, a beauty had pounced into her arms saying "please," and she'd lost control and clicked to help. Then she filled in a bunch of absurd answers and conservatively chose "seven days and seven nights."

Then, she woke up, transmigrated, and a weird thing was telling her to do tasks or she'd die!

【Ding——】

【Congratulations, Host, for accepting the fact that you've transmigrated into the game.】

"?????"

Nonsense, not yet!

System: 【You only have half an hour left to live. Please complete the task in time. Oh, it's updated to twenty-seven minutes now.】

Yan Qingqiu tried to stay calm and replied, "I want to go back."

The System deliberately gave an irrelevant answer: 【The task is very simple. The plot has already been triggered. Complete the task and get a reward!】

Yan Qingqiu tried to bargain: "Give me more time. I know nothing about the plot. If you throw me into a hell-level scenario right away, I'll die instantly!"

System: 【Don't be afraid, Host. In a sense, you know the plot better than I do! Good luck!】

The new black Lincoln pulled to a stop. Only fifteen minutes remained.

The butler got out first, came around, respectfully opened the car door, then turned to follow her gaze. He stood up straight, nodded, and wore a look of profound understanding.

At a window seat in the café, a woman wore a black velvet V-neck dress. A striking white diamond on her black choker drew one's gaze downward, resting on her delicate collarbones. Her hair was pinned up, and bangs slightly obscured her eyes, making her features appear even more refined.

Golden sunlight streamed through the window onto her shoulder. She wore a languid expression, lazily stirring her coffee with a milky-white porcelain spoon, light dancing on the back of her hand.

Her laziness exuded a mature charm. Her features were cold, and even with her eyes half-closed, she carried an intense, almost dangerous aura that made you hesitant to get too close.

Across from her sat a man, his gaze fixed on her with focused tenderness, an indescribable affection in his eyes. He chattered on endlessly, the two of them seeming intimate.

The woman noticed her first—likely recognizing the current "Yan Qingqiu." A smile flickered in her eyes, and she took a delicate sip from the cup.

But Yan Qingqiu felt a chill running down her spine.

She remembered it clearly. This witch of a woman had parted her lips and taken her finger, and the screen had gone black. Game over. She'd died by a single blow.

Yan Qingqiu regretted it greatly. She should have brought a knife with her when she came; if she'd been dropped into some horror game, she could have defended herself. Alas, it was her first time transmigrating, so she lacked experience. She glanced at her high heels. She could take those off and use them as a weapon in a pinch.

Finally, she checked the time. Ten minutes left. She raised her leg, her high heel hitting the ground as she stepped forward. It's just a plot mission, right?

No panic. Stay steady.

"Bring it on."

That eerie electronic voice sounded again: 【Please clear the game, Host, or you cannot return to reality. Level One Clear Conditions: ① Punch your ex's head off. ② Kiss your first love until she suffocates. ③ Excise your gland.】

Yan Qingqiu's legs suddenly went weak as she was about to step out: "?"

What the hell? Wait... why do these clear conditions sound damn familiar?

TL Note:

Excited to pick this up! Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do. It's a bit spicy *blush*

"Pan Jinlian opening the window" refers to a famous scene from "Water Margin," where Pan Jinlian accidentally seduces a man; an accidental flirtation.

"omega," "heat" (发情期), and "gland" (腺体) are terms from the ABO/omegaverse trope; omegas have heat cycles, and excising the gland is an extreme way to end it.