The next day.
Su Bai woke up feeling a sore, aching pain, her lower abdomen slightly swollen—obviously, that brat had done something to her. Yet she remained unusually calm. After all, in her previous simulated life, she’d been used for three hundred years straight; this time, it was just one night, no big deal… Yeah, right!!
Damn it! Used again!!
Is there even any room left to live a normal life?
She was a proper man, after all!!!
If in the previous simulation, Su Xiaohei was like a clingy rubber candy, always gentle and soft in every move, never causing discomfort, only waves of calm, peaceful happiness;
Then in this simulation, Su Xiaohei was more like a seasoned horse trainer—tough, domineering, wild, arrogant, and reckless—treating her completely like a toy… but with an irresistibly enchanting charm.
Dressed in her own emerald imperial robe that carried an aura of chastity, the bed that should have held only herself suddenly had someone else—a stunningly handsome figure in white robes embroidered with golden patterns. It was none other than that sinful disciple who had rebelled against his master and destroyed the entire rider clan!
“Master is awake?” Zhou Xuan closed the mysterious book in his hands and turned to look at Su Bai, a gentle smile on his face.
“Awake. You sinful brat with that dragon. yang kink, keep your distance.” Su Bai retorted, scooting aside. After last night’s conversation, she clearly understood what this brat wanted.
To make her accept the Kun cultivator identity, fall in love with a man = to feminize her, twist her sexual orientation = to reprogram her.
“Dragon yang?”
“I don’t think Master’s view is correct.”
Zhou Xuan shook his head, then threw out a counter question: “In your opinion, which is more important—the body or the soul?”
“The soul.” Su Bai answered resolutely. Regardless of whether this was truly the correct answer, for her, now transformed into a daughter’s body, the soul was the right answer and had to be.
“My disciple doesn’t think so. The so-called soul depends on the body…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” Su Bai interrupted rudely, not wanting to be PUA’d. She’d read several transformation novels before, where the heroine was brainwashed and feminized after the male lead’s PUA.
“Now. Kill me. Immediately. Right now!”
Zhou Xuan smiled upon hearing this.
He said no more but showed Su Bai his answer through action.
His finger lightly tapped the smooth forehead of the empress.
In an instant, Su Bai felt a strange heat spreading across her forehead, like a fire igniting her blood. An unprecedented hunger surged over her like a tidal wave. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and deep inside, an inexplicable craving rose—as if she were a beggar starved for three days and nights.
Her legs instinctively closed together. The satisfaction in her abdomen now bloomed into several threads of desire, as if a huge hand was kneading and squeezing her lower belly, making her entire body go limp and weak.
“This is the body. This is the ‘desire’ closest to ‘love.’”
“This is what I want to teach you, Master.”
“Accept it, embrace it, savor it.”
“This is the pleasure Master has never experienced in hundreds of years.”
The man’s voice whispered like a demon’s, tingling and tempting in Su Bai’s ear.
Her cheeks flushed a shy red, like the most beautiful flower blooming in spring.
Annoyed and embarrassed, she glared at Zhou Xuan, gritting her teeth, “Get lost!!”
Zhou Xuan didn’t get angry; the smile at the corner of his mouth remained unchanged. Just as he turned to leave, he casually tapped Su Bai’s shoulder once more.
This tap was like eating a bowl of ice slush on a scorching summer day, or like a starving beggar tasting the finest feast. Every pore stretched open, every cell screamed with satisfaction. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed against her rational defenses.
The empress in the emerald imperial robe lost all her strength and collapsed onto the bed, the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her neck, blooming like a peach blossom, beautiful and dripping with desire.
Her hands unconsciously gripped the bedsheets, her body slightly arching as if enduring an overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure.
“Master, enjoy it.”
“Get lost.” She said weakly, filled with both exhaustion and embarrassment.
Zhou Xuan said nothing more and left. The bedchamber was left with only soft breaths and those originally resolute black eyes now shimmering with mist, like hiding an unfathomable pool of spring water.
“This is the body. This is the ‘desire’ closest to ‘love.’”
“This is what I want to teach you, Master.”
“Accept it, embrace it, savor it.”
“This is the pleasure Master has never experienced in hundreds of years.”
That night, Su Bai lay on her dragon bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, her mind echoing with the man’s words.
Desire.
Unlike a man’s fleeting seconds, this was continuous, lingering, uniquely female desire.
Su Bai was not an ascetic.
On the contrary, her desire was intense—a true hedonist.
Her ambition, her aspirations, her indulgence, her lust… all were manifestations of her strong desires.
And today, after cultivating for hundreds of years, suddenly experiencing such marvelous “pleasure” was like a dry sponge soaked with water—an unprecedented satisfaction that made her soul feel like it was about to float away.
That fullness, that swelling made her feel as if her whole body was on fire.
Pleasure, pleasure…
Su Bai buried her face in the clean spirit array on the bed, her burning cheeks like they were on fire, her heart racing, impossible to calm.
Accept it, embrace it, savor it…
Maybe it wasn’t impossible after all. After all, she hadn’t never secretly… back when she was male. Now that the simulator had turned her into a girl, maybe she could try…
“Pah!”
“No PUA. No PUA.”
Su Bai gritted her teeth and shook her head, slapping herself twice to stay clear-headed.
This was the abyss. Once you slipped in, there was no coming out—no half-measures allowed.
She had once met a fan of transformation novels in a chat group. That person had read such novels for five or six years, and now only got aroused by stories with “ts” elements, always from the perspective of the transformed girl.
Pulling the golden-embroidered silk quilt over her head, Su Bai covered her thoughts tightly, forcing the chaotic ideas deep down, then fell asleep.
In the following months, Zhou Xuan came daily, first continuing to ask Su Bai about her views on “body and soul,” then after a session of PUA, he’d tap her shoulder twice as he left, making her collapse into waves of pleasure.
One day, after recovering from that extreme pleasure, she glanced unintentionally at the mirror by her bed and saw herself—her rosy, radiant face, her satisfied expression…
Only then did Su Bai realize sharply.
Her brat of a disciple was really seducing her!
Not PUA, but seduction.
Using her strong desires, her indulgence, to tempt her step by step into that abyss.
And she couldn’t resist—because she was desire-driven, because she enjoyed it, because she was no saint without wants.
Su Bai was stunned for a long time.
This time, she really might… fall flat on her face.