"This is meant to be worn underneath. Just try it on—you’ll see. Once you’ve picked everything, call me to pay. I’ll wait right here on this stool."

Zhou Jiuyu settled into a quiet corner of the lingerie store. He wouldn’t dare accompany Nan Mengling here—even in a dream, it felt deeply embarrassing.

"Okay."

Nan Mengling replied in a crisp, clear voice, then stepped inside with a shy yet curious glance.

"Welcome! Roughly what’s your size? I’ll prepare some options for you," the female attendant said with a smile.

Her smile froze instantly.

What *was* this girl? Stunning at first glance—porcelain-fair, doll-like… but that wasn’t even the main shock. How could someone with such a flawless face *also* have a figure this perfect?

S-so big… and so perky?

"I… I don’t know," Nan Mengling murmured, head bowed, cheeks flushed.

The attendant’s lips parted slightly. Wait—she expected cold elegance, not this… pure innocence?

In her experience, girls who looked this sweet usually revealed a sharper edge once you spoke to them. But this one… her eyes were genuinely bright, untouched.

"I’ll estimate based on experience. Probably… 32C. Take your time picking what you like."

"Mm."

Nan Mengling nodded. Her gaze drifted across the dazzling racks. She first selected a few plain, modest pieces out of formality—then locked onto the set she’d been eyeing since entering:

Black lace lingerie.

"Could you… get me that set?" she asked in a tiny, hesitant voice.

"Ah… sure." The attendant blinked. "For your boyfriend?"

Nan Mengling only nodded shyly.

A pang of envy hit the attendant. *What man won over someone this beautiful and pure?*

She glanced toward Zhou Jiuyu in the corner—

*So handsome.* Tall, lean, clean-cut. Quietly reading, aura matching the girl’s radiance.

Another wave of envy. *Why couldn’t it be me?*

Unbeknownst to her, Nan Mengling thought similarly—

*How do I claim Young Master’s chastity tonight?*

Zhou Jiuyu remained oblivious, flipping through *How to Rapidly Elevate Nan Mengling’s Swordsmanship to Top-Tier Mastery*.

Idle hands, another "Q&A with himself."

Unlike last time, conjuring this book drained nearly all his Spirit Energy—making the answer feel precious:

[*First, retrieve the sword manual from Little Sword God Mountain outside City Four. Then proceed to the Sanctum in City One. Alternate between the "Insight Stele" and "Gravity Grove" to grasp sword intent and refine techniques. Minimum three months, maximum one year—Nan Mengling’s swordsmanship will reach elite mastery.*]

"Little Sword God Mountain?" Zhou Jiuyu muttered, baffled. *Is there a counterfeit Sword God too?*

"Young Master, I’m ready," Nan Mengling said, approaching.

"Alright."

He tucked the book away, handed Tong Che’s "gifted" black card to the attendant.

Her expression shifted slightly—*a black card?* Deeper envy. A fleeting resentment toward her own looks.

*(If she knew this beauty and innocence came at the cost of orphanhood… she might feel grateful instead.)*

…

After a KFC meal (she insisted on burgers despite his steak suggestions), Zhou Jiuyu led Nan Mengling back to the hotel.

"Done showering? I’ll go over your training plan." He knocked.

The door opened instantly.

A delicate foot sheathed in black stockings stepped out. Then Nan Mengling—clad only in sheer black lace lingerie and garter-held thigh-highs, skin dewy from the bath, lace tracing her curves. She bit her lip, cautiously watching his face.

Seeing his stunned expression, her courage grew.

She stepped forward. He stepped back. Again. Again—until Zhou Jiuyu hit the bed’s edge, trapped.

Nan Mengling stared straight at him, voice clear:

"Young Master… touch me."

"I said it—the 'personal maid experience card' expired today," he muttered, turning away. *Afraid… okay, fine. Already losing control.*

"It’s past midnight. A new day. The card renewed."

Her stockinged leg hooked his calf. Expression cool, serene—like an honor student tackling seduction with textbook focus.

Somehow… far more alluring.

"Has… it really passed midnight?" Zhou Jiuyu wavered. Her words gave him all the excuse he needed.

"Young Master… touch me."

He glanced at her sheer-stockinged feet, her breathtaking figure. His traitorous hand reached out. He cleared his throat.

"Fine… I’ll humor you. *Just* touching. No extra 'rewards.'"

Disappointment flickered across her face. Then she remembered something online.

"Then… Young Master… won’t you tear them?"

"Pushing your luck, huh?!" He shot her a stern glare.

*Rip.* *Tear.*

"I-I was wrong… please stop… it-it feels so weird…"

Watching the stockings shred into strips, her face burned crimson.

*So weird… exactly as imagined, yet… different!*

She’d succeeded in seducing him—but now felt trapped.

Like… she loved being petted like a kitten, hated feeling led like a dog.

Just as Lord Shao said: *dignity trampled*. But the real problem? She *knew* it was humiliation… yet didn’t dislike it. Even… anticipated more?

*Too strange!*

"Realizing it’s weird now?" Zhou Jiuyu peeled the torn stockings off.

Nan Mengling froze. She’d dreamed of this moment—but now, a flicker of fear.

Her long lashes trembled. Eyes closed, bracing for impact…

He gently laid her down. A warm blanket settled over her.

Fear vanished. Confusion lingered.

"Stockings off. Uncomfortable to sleep in," he said, lying beside her.

He turned away. "Tomorrow: Little Sword God Mountain. Likely a fake Sword God—treat him as practice. Take him out, grab the manual. Then training begins. Three months to a year. Be ready."

Lights clicked off. Silence fell.

After a while, Nan Mengling turned, arms slipping around her reassuring Young Master from behind. She drifted into deep, sweet sleep.

*Problem was… damn it. This silly little pig snoozed peacefully while he lay wide awake—how was he supposed to endure this constant pressure?*

Zhou Jiuyu grumbled into the dark.