In the dim, damp basement,
a slender figure lay motionless.
Her white stockings, once pristine, were now riddled with tears.
Strands of ink-black hair veiled her pale face, contrasting sharply with the ropes binding her delicate frame—
a haunting beauty born of ruin.
Her classical white gown, stained with mud and over fifty percent torn,
barely covered essential areas.
Perhaps worse than wearing nothing at all.
The glimpse of legs beneath shredded hems, the precarious drape clinging to her curves—
every detail screamed *battle-damaged allure*.
This pitiful older sister looked utterly defenseless.
*Drip. Drip.*
Water beads fell onto her cheek.
Her lashes fluttered. Gujiajia slowly regained consciousness.
But—
The moment her body stirred, the ropes’ tight grip made her expression tense.
A flicker of panic flashed deep in her eyes.
No doubt about it: she’d been defeated.
Crushed, even.
Glancing around, despair gripped her—
she’d been dragged back to the demon’s lair.
*What now?*
While others might crumble, this mature woman remained composed.
Her grace hadn’t vanished, even in captivity.
Before accepting the bounty to hunt the juvenile Dark Dragon,
she’d prepared for the worst.
Yet—
The real question burned:
*Why hadn’t the dragon killed her? What did it want?*
In that instant,
memories of novels flooded her mind—stories of captured older sisters suffering unspeakable fates.
*Forced into humiliating poses... used as... breeding stock...*
Gujiajia’s face paled further.
A tremor of fear ran through her.
*Click-clack.*
High heels echoed on the floor, drawing nearer.
Black-stockinged legs, slender and elegant, stepped into view.
Gujiajia bit her lip and declared firmly:
“Dark Dragon! I’ll never submit—”
Her voice died.
Eyes wide, she stared, utterly captivated.
*Could such ethereal beauty truly exist?*
No monstrous dragon stood before her.
Instead—a silver-haired girl radiating icy aloofness.
Moonlight seemed woven into her long hair, holy yet mesmerizing.
A faint, sweet fragrance filled the air.
Especially striking were her crimson eyes, glinting with disdain and regal coldness—
enough to stir unhealthy urges in many.
*If this is the Dark Dragon... I might just defect to the enemy!*
*No!*
*What am I thinking? She’s a girl! Younger than me!*
Rarely flustered, Gujiajia now wrestled with confusion.
Meanwhile,
Su Qingshan felt thoroughly annoyed by the older sister’s flushed gaze—
though she was used to it.
*Disgusting.*
As a former boy, even after years in this body,
such looks still grated on her.
*Su Qingshan. Reincarnator.*
Betrayed by a Divine Being into becoming a girl.
*High charm stats? Great. But I wanted this as a girlfriend—not myself!*
Early on, as a petite loli, she’d passed as a boy.
But now? With curves blooming and beauty undeniable—
resistance was futile.
*Fine. I quit. I surrender.*
Back to the present:
This captured older sister gave her a headache.
Being reincarnated as a girl was bad enough.
Becoming the legendary Dragon Princess? Worse.
And worst of all—being a *Dark* Dragon, the ultimate villain.
For years, Su Qingshan had tried to whitewash her image:
founding companies, aiding citizens, minimizing dragon-slayer risks.
Yet this fearless woman had barged into her office,
shouting about slaying the "evil dragon."
*Hello? That’s trespassing!*
*Thank my kind heart I didn’t call the cops—Nanshan Legal Department would bury you for a decade.*
*Oh, the ropes?*
*Necessary precaution. Definitely not because I wanted to look.*
Su Qingshan surveyed her handiwork.
Bullying this mature beauty *was* satisfying.
But... what next?
*Beep.*
>
>
A soft, bubbly voice chimed in her mind—
a new cheat had arrived.
>
>
*You show up after TEN YEARS?*
*And with this messed-up mission?*
Su Qingshan rubbed her temples.
*Is a clean slate really so hard?*
Ignoring her, the system chirped on:
>
>
>
>
Su Qingshan fell silent.
*You win. I’m not even in your league of perversion.*
“Hee hee~ Don’t praise me like that, Sis! It’ll go to my head~!”
Su Qingshan corrected flatly:
“First: I was insulting you.”
“Second: Drop the ‘Sis.’”
“Got it, Sis.”
“...”
*How do I punch a system? Asking for a friend.*
“Sis~ Decided yet?”
Amused despite herself, Su Qingshan smirked down at the bound woman.
“Well then—”
