Midnight-black hair stirred without wind.
Su Qingshan’s instincts screamed danger, yet years of trust in Gujiajia kept her guard down.
Too late—
*Thud!*
Something hit the floor.
Behind her lay the plush sofa.
Her wrists were pinned. A weight pressed down on her.
Gujiajia knelt over Su Qingshan, powerful thighs trapping the girl’s slender legs.
Her ink-dark eyes narrowed. The poised elegance she always wore twisted into something dangerously alluring.
“If gentle words fall on deaf ears, little Dragon Princess,” Gujiajia murmured, her smile still refined yet dripping with eerie charm, “then Sister must show you firsthand how perilous the world truly is.”
Her pupils dilated. That same dignified smile now radiated hypnotic menace.
Feeling the icy girl struggle beneath her, Gujiajia’s expression didn’t flicker. Her grip tightened like iron clamps.
Leaning down, her ample curves pressed against Su Qingshan’s chest.
The elegant older sister personally offered the aloof maiden a cup of freshly ground soy milk.
Gujiajia untied her hair ribbon, binding the girl’s wrists to the armrest!
Strands of dark hair brushed Su Qingshan’s cheek—a faint tickle drowned out by overwhelming sensation.
The noble lady’s hands, like magic, trailed from the girl’s neck down her slender waist.
Shirt buttons parted. Pale, flawless skin glowed under the dim light, disheveled and undeniably provocative.
A flush spread across Su Qingshan’s cool cheeks. Her eyes darkened to crimson.
Her serene face turned stormy.
*How dare she? HOW DARE SHE?*
Gujiajia’s smile deepened, intoxicating.
“Already overwhelmed? The world’s cruelty runs far deeper than you know.”
The girl’s supple body beneath her was mesmerizing.
Flawless jade skin—perfection crafted by the heavens.
So close. The hollow ache in her chest began to fill.
She craved more. More of *her*.
*Make her mine…*
So exquisite, she longed to keep her forever.
Right now—
Gujiajia’s sudden boldness left even the System Maiden stunned.
*W-What in the world?!*
Her host—the future ultimate villain—was being overpowered by the *heroine*?!
And utterly dominated at that!
By the meekest, most pushover heroine imaginable?!
Absurd! Thrilling!
*More. Give me more.*
Meanwhile—
Gujiajia closed her eyes, flushed and lost in bliss.
But the Dragon Princess beneath her was unraveling.
Her eyes burned blood-red, radiating feral fury!
As Su Qingshan’s constant companion, the System Maiden knew her host’s obsession with control.
*Heroine Sister’s dancing on her landmines!*
*Brave soul.*
Shock nearly made it forget its duty.
Almost.
***Ding! Heroine Corruption +16!***
***PS: Rising steadily!***
*So… Host’s playing the long game? Letting the heroine take the lead to spike corruption?*
*This growth rate is insane!*
*Genius!*
After the initial shock, the System Maiden shamelessly drooled.
*Crush her harder, Heroine Sister!*
*For corruption points, I’ll sacrifice Host’s dignity any day!*
The System didn’t mind. Su Qingshan did.
She didn’t dislike girls—but being pinned and toyed with? Unforgivable.
Worse—
*Twice in one day.* Two older sisters had manhandled her.
*Was this tolerable?!*
The System saw only numbers.
Su Qingshan saw red.
***“Woman. You’ve crossed my line.”***
***SLAM!***
A heavy thud shook the room.
Gujiajia crashed onto the carpet, sprawled on her stomach.
Midnight hair spilled across the floor and her body—a breathtaking portrait of shattered grace.
The carpet softened the fall, but the sudden flip left her dizzy, unaware of the storm brewing.
The sharp *rip* of fabric cut through the silence. Gujiajia’s gaze snapped up.
The girl stood wrapped in a long coat, eyes blazing crimson.
Fury radiated from her like heat haze. Gujiajia blinked, confused. *Why is she angry?*
Then—
Memory crashed back.
*What… what had she done?!*
Warmth still lingered on her skin—*her* scent.
Vivid sensations flooded her: fingers, lips, tongue…
The soft press of flesh against flesh.
Gujiajia nearly fainted.
*What had controlled her?!*
*That wasn’t me!*
Her elegant, eerie aura shattered like glass. Panic flooded her face.
“I-I’m sorry!” she stammered, face pale. “That wasn’t me! What I did to you—!”
She scrambled upright, kneeling on the carpet, clutching her skirt hem. Head bowed so low it vanished between her heaving chest.
Su Qingshan’s scarlet eyes pinned her like a wolf locking onto prey.
*She dares mention it?!*
*An apology erases that violation?*
*Impossible.*
*This ends nowhere near here.*
*Have I been too kind? Forgotten how she became my prisoner?*
She was no villain.
But she tolerated no disrespect.
The air thickened, pressing down like a collapsing world.
***BRRR-BRRR—BRRR-BRRR—***
A phone’s insistent vibration.
Gujiajia fumbled for it. Her face drained of color at the caller ID.
*Why now? What’s wrong?*
*Of all times—*
She could’ve handled this call calmly… before she’d crossed the Dark Dragon.
Su Qingshan looked down, seeing the screen:
***SISTER CALLING***
“C-Can I… take this call first?” Gujiajia whispered.
Su Qingshan’s crimson eyes narrowed.
“*What do you think?*”
“*Whimper…*”
