"Of course—I refuse!"
*As if!*
After transmigrating into the Villainous Dragon Princess, I’ve been desperate to scrub myself clean. And you want me to keep sinking deeper?
Especially with something utterly shameless like corrupting the female lead.
Get real!
Seeing Su Qingshan’s icy reaction, the System Maiden immediately switched to cutesy pleading.
"Elder sister~! Just consider it, okay~?"
"This cutie’s rewards are super generous! And I’ve given you sooo many solid options!"
"Totally worth your while!"
"Hmm. I’ll think about it… in a few years."
Su Qingshan remained utterly dismissive.
Faced with such stubborn resistance, the System Maiden finally played her trump card:
"Big broooother~!"
That adorably sweet voice finally softened Su Qingshan’s expression. Seizing the moment, the System Maiden pressed on:
"Just keep completing my quests… upgrade three or four times…"
"And I can unlock hidden permissions to help you wake up that big sister of yours~!"
"*Huh?*"
Instantly, Su Qingshan’s gaze sharpened. A crimson glow flashed in her eyes—making Gujiajia shudder from head to toe.
*That nightmare.*
*The one she could never forget.*
*The last trace of the Dark Dragon she’d glimpsed before losing consciousness!*
"So… it really *was* her?!"
Gujiajia’s lips parted slightly, unable to accept the truth.
*This stunning beauty… a Dark Dragon?*
*It made no sense.*
Just then—
Su Qingshan’s irritated voice cut through the silence:
"Miss Gu, keep staring at me like that, and I can’t promise I won’t do something regrettable."
"Oh… sorry."
Gujiajia instinctively apologized, then blinked in confusion.
"W-wait. How do you even know my name?"
"Your ID card says so."
Su Qingshan held up the document she’d confiscated earlier.
"Carrying this while working as an assassin? What were you thinking?"
Gujiajia pouted.
"Try getting anywhere in this city *without* it."
What choice did she have?
Who’d have guessed the demon lair hid atop a hundred-story skyscraper?
As the young Sect Leader of a fallen sect, she could only obediently swipe her card and take the elevator.
Su Qingshan studied the pouting, soft-spoken beauty before her. *Where did this girl get the nerve to ambush me?*
Abruptly, she asked:
"So. How do you plan to compensate me?"
"Compensate?"
Meeting Gujiajia’s bewildered eyes, Su Qingshan flashed her signature villainous smile.
"Yes. Attacking me unprovoked caused serious emotional distress."
"Naïve big sister… did you think this would just blow over?"
Gujiajia protested weakly:
"But… you’re the Dark Dragon!"
"So?"
Su Qingshan pinned her against the wall, unfazed.
"Have I broken any laws? Done anything evil?"
"Even law enforcement gave me commendation banners for my social contributions."
"What gives *you* the right to judge me?"
"This…"
Gujiajia’s confidence crumbled under Su Qingshan’s piercing stare.
Especially with that intoxicating fragrance flooding her senses.
Her flushed face dipped low, nearly buried in her own chest.
*This girl’s got zero street smarts,* Su Qingshan realized. *She actually thinks ‘punishing evil’ makes her righteous.*
*Perfect. Easier to handle.*
Su Qingshan lifted Gujiajia’s chin with a pale finger, her gentle smile dripping with malice:
"Honey, I know ten thousand perfectly legal ways to put you behind bars for a decade."
"You *could* escape… but a fugitive’s life?"
*Gulping.*
Gujiajia swallowed hard.
*This feels familiar… Is the Dark Dragon about to humiliate me?*
*But we’re both girls—she can’t go too far, right?*
The next second—
"*However!*"
Su Qingshan’s tone shifted.
"I *could* let you go."
Under the dragon’s shameless gaze, Gujiajia felt utterly exposed. The ropes binding her only accentuated her curves as she tensed.
*She’s treating me like this… yet I can’t even hate her.*
*Am I really this pathetic?*
Just as Gujiajia sighed inwardly, Su Qingshan stated her demand:
"Tomorrow. Go on a date with me."
"*Eh?! EH?!?*"
After a stunned silence came an incredulous shriek:
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
"I’d never date a Dark Dragon!"
"And girls can’t even *go* on dates with each other!"
"So you refuse?"
Su Qingshan’s finger trailed down Gujiajia’s neck. Her crimson eyes glinted coldly.
"*Mmh!*"
Gujiajia squirmed, her face burning crimson.
"Big sister," Su Qingshan whispered against her ear, delivering the final blow, "you wouldn’t want *this* version of you leaked, would you?"
That shattered Gujiajia’s last shred of resolve.
*If the kids saw this…*
Even prepared to die, she now had no choice but to submit.
As Su Qingshan left the basement—
*Ding! Current female lead corruption points: 10!*
"Foolish host-sister! You could’ve gone much darker! Why pick the lowest-yield approach?"
"Shut up."
"Okay~!"
A morally upright person wouldn’t truly corrupt the female lead.
But the System’s offer held crucial temptation.
So she’d walk the tightrope—pushing boundaries while avoiding true corruption.
*Would it even work?*
For a fleeting moment, Su Qingshan recalled the day she transmigrated. That same whisper in her ear.
Then she became… this.
She gazed at the silver-haired beauty in the floor-to-ceiling window. The face still held traces of her past self—the only difference being the lifelong companion who was now… gone.
Yet.
Even if given another chance, she’d choose the same path.
After all, this was a world of infinite magic!
Though technology and society mirrored her past life, one truth changed everything:
*Divine Beings existed.*
News reports of miracles and angelic descents weren’t rare—Su Qingshan had witnessed dozens in a year.
And gods weren’t even at the top of the food chain.
There were immortals. Demons. And ancient bloodlines like her own.
Of course, such things felt distant to most.
Many would never encounter them.
Su Qingshan herself might’ve dismissed them as urban legends—if not for witnessing divinity firsthand.
But one thing was certain:
Cultivation sects, once aloof and transcendent, had retreated into the mortal world. Some ran logistics companies; others taught thousands of disciples.
*Modern cultivation?*
*Forming the Golden Core wasn’t about gallstones anymore!*
*So… bringing someone back shouldn’t be impossible, right?*
