“Ughhh, I’m so bored! I wanna go pick up girls!”
The succubus girl, Xu Yinsheng, rolled around on her bed in frustration.
Her gaming streak was a disaster—rank after rank plummeting.
She desperately needed some pretty girls to distract herself.
Her reputation as “Young Master Xu” in Binhai City’s spoiled-rich-kid circle was practically fading.
Lately, some of her past flings had even called, vaguely hinting at paid “reunion” offers.
Her so-called friends had mocked her too, asking if some “proper lady” had finally tamed her into becoming a stay-at-home househusband.
“I wanna find a pretty girl so bad…”
Xu Yinsheng hugged a giant plush bear, punching and kicking it in frustration.
Humans are social creatures.
People need interaction—external stimulation, communication, cooperation.
At first, staying home had been cozy: no worries about food or clothes, just binge-watching shows while cuddling oversized plushies.
But now?
She couldn’t even stand sitting on the sofa.
The giant LCD TV made her want to puke.
She wanted to go out, flirt, drink, race cars, and shout in a bar, “Tonight’s drinks are on Young Master Xu!”
After a brief meltdown, the listless Xu Yinsheng reluctantly picked up her phone.
Time to boot up [Game Name Redacted]!
It had been a week since Zhao Yicheng last contacted her after their hot spring trip.
Xu Yinsheng knew he’d seen through her nonsense.
She also knew her bro was just worried about her health.
But… if she told the truth?
She wouldn’t even believe it.
Rule #1 of Being a Man, Share the good news, bury the bad.
Having a bro who cared was enough—no need to make him worry more.
On her phone screen, a skimpy-clad 2D waifu unleashed a flashy ultimate move as Xu Yinsheng focused intensely.
Then—bam!—an incoming call popped up, blocking the center of the screen.
“Xu Ying.”
Xu Yinsheng flinched, nearly dropping her phone.
Ever since that time she’d impersonated “Xu Ying” and called Zhao Yicheng to demand milk candies, he’d gotten her a separate SIM card.
“I’ll call this number sometimes,” he’d said.
“And don’t touch Xiaoyin’s phone.”
She quickly activated the voice modulator.
“Lao Zhao, what? Busy gaming. Unless it’s important, hang up.”
On the other end, Zhao Yicheng—seated in his office chair—frowned at the impatient female voice.
Had the last training session worn off so fast?
No… Maybe the method was wrong.
He switched tones.
“Kitten, call me ‘Master.’”
“Master.”
Xu Yinsheng responded without thinking.
Then she froze.
Why had she obeyed?
The training was for “Xu Ying”—so why had Xu Yinsheng instinctively submitted?
Hearing the title, the man’s lips curled slightly.
“Kitten, tell me—have you touched Xiaoyin’s cookies?”
The question came out of nowhere.
“Yeah, ate ‘em too. Not bad.”
Xu Yinsheng rolled her eyes.
This call was a waste of her precious gaming time.
“Kitten, did you know they were drugged?”
Zhao Yicheng glanced at the lab report in his hand.
The last line was bolded:
[Risk of fatality.]
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Xu Yinsheng still hadn’t grasped the severity.
“You’re fine, so who cares?”
Zhao Yicheng’s face darkened instantly.
“Xu Ying. Do you even hear yourself?”
“Yes, old… Master, don’t be nervous.”
Xu Yinsheng rolled over comfortably, her sharp tongue awakening once again.
“It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it—you came so much.”
“Xu Ying, are you sure about what you just said?”
The male voice on the other end of the phone was terrifyingly dark, like the prelude to a storm, as if it could erupt at any moment.
Watching the Su Daji she was controlling lose another teammate due to poor positioning, Xu Yinsheng felt a surge of frustration.
Her teammates had already started flaming her in chat, and she was seething inside.
In an extremely displeased tone, she replied with a mix of sarcasm and provocation, her voice sickly sweet yet infuriatingly punchable.
“Yeah, it was the kitty who drugged you~”
“If Master’s unhappy, why not come punish the kitty?”
“Kitty’s sooo scared~”
With that, she unilaterally hung up and immediately blacklisted the number in one swift motion.
This was just Xu Yinsheng’s nature—in certain aspects, she was downright vicious, even by the standards of the spoiled rich kids’ circle.
Sometimes, a single sentence from someone could make her treat them like a true brother, while another could make her corner them in an alley for a brutal beating.
***
Late at night.
In a dimly lit room, a young man in pajamas was gaming, the eerie glow of the screen casting a pale light on his face.
His mood was decent—he had just gotten off the phone with Zhao Yicheng, chatting briefly and casually mentioning that he was picking up girls at a bar.
Everything seemed fine, except for one odd detail, Old Zhao’s voice had carried a hint of neuroticism.
Xu Yinsheng didn’t think much of it.
People in finance, understandable—their moods fluctuate like stock prices.
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from downstairs, like an axe splitting thick wood.
Xu Yinsheng sat up in bed.
The sound grew louder, stirring unease in his chest.
He walked to the balcony and pulled back the curtains, but there was no one in sight.
The chopping grew more violent, as if trying to demolish the entire villa.
Then, a massive crashing sound came from outside.
His heart tightened.
He quickly grabbed his phone to call the police, only to find the signal completely jammed.
Left with no choice, he picked up a nearby baseball bat for self-defense.
His fair, delicate feet lightly touched the floor as he cautiously made his way to the living room entrance.
The soft soles of his feet made no sound against the marble tiles.
Could this be a kidnapping?
A gang breaking in to rob him?
Targeting a rich kid living alone in the suburbs at night?
Xu Yinsheng felt a twinge of nervousness, gripping the baseball bat for comfort.
He knew he couldn’t rely on anyone else—only himself.
Then, abruptly, the violent axe strikes on the front door stopped.
The silence was unnerving.
Xu Yinsheng swallowed hard.
Then, slowly, carefully, his jet-black eyes leaned closer to the peephole.
Huh?!
What he saw through the peephole was another eye—a brown one, pressed tightly against it.
The sudden shock nearly made him scream.
The person outside held that position, as if trying to peer through the peephole to see who was inside.
If this were a robbery, they wouldn’t have stopped.
They had a signal jammer, yet they weren’t rushing to break in.
Something’s wrong.
Xu Yinsheng suddenly realized—how did they silently bypass the villa’s outermost electric fence?
Was the power box destroyed?
No, that’s impossible.
There’s a backup generator, and any tampering would trigger an alarm.
Then… what the hell is going on?
Huh!!!!!!!