WTCPG 5

The man’s lips were soft, and the invading tongue was hotter than rice. It was like a firework bursting in his mouth, burning down his throat and igniting every single limb.

 

Mi Dao twisted his wrist, trying to escape Wei Yao Shuo’s grasp, but his movements were too forceful, leaving Mi Dao no room to resist.

 

In the midst of their entanglement, Mi Dao caught a fleeting chance. He dodged Wei Yao Shuo’s lips and shouted angrily, “Have you gone mad?!”

 

Wei Yao Shuo pressed his forehead against Mi Dao’s, his gaze intense and eyes slightly reddened. Ignoring Mi Dao’s attempts to evade, he focused on the lips he had bitten, sucking on them while chuckling softly, “Yes, Ah Shuo is mad.”

 

“Ten years, Ah Shuo has thought of his senior brother day and night; he’s long wanted to go crazy.”

 

As he spoke, Wei Yao Shuo cast a spell to immobilize Mi Dao, then swept him up and headed toward the bed.

 

Mi Dao felt himself lift into the air, unable to conceal his inner excitement. “Ah—! Ah—!!!”

 

He played five scripts, exhausting his right hand to the point of soreness, but he had never triggered the R-18 scene. 

 

Now, finally—finally!!!

 

Mi Dao: “This is so exciting!”

 

The system silently applied a mosaic filter over itself.

 

Overwhelmed with excitement, Mi Dao was placed on the bed, his whole body trembling with joy.

 

Wei Yao Shuo began to undress, and when he saw Mi Dao shaking uncontrollably, he gently stroked his hair and reassured him, “Don’t be afraid, senior brother.”

 

Mi Dao was mortified and angry, closing his eyes in pain. “Ah Shuo, don’t do anything you’ll regret…”

 

Hearing this, Wei Yao Shuo smirked, his deep voice incredibly alluring. “Not being able to take you earlier, senior brother, is the biggest regret of my life.”

 

With that, he leaned down.

 

“Senior brother, promise me, don’t leave me.”

 

“Never again.”

 

As for what happened afterward, to sum it up—

 

It was over.

….

The morning after was always so gentle and beautiful.

 

System: “Ding! Completion +1%, current script completion rate is 86%.”

 

Mi Dao lay sprawled on the bed, looking at the dust on the sheets like a dried-up dead fish, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

 

The system looked at its host’s lifeless face and kindly prompted, “Host is in a poor mental state, do you need to take a short break?”

 

In this single-player holographic game, “rest” was a pause feature that allowed players to handle matters outside the game, such as answering phone calls or simply resting their eyes.

 

During this state, game time stops, and the player’s body is frozen, unable to perform any game actions.

 

Mi Dao shook his head and said, “System, I have a question.”

 

System: “What does the host want to ask?”

 

Mi Dao replied seriously, “Can the R-18 scene happen again?”

 

System: “No.”

 

Mi Dao continued seriously, “Can I reload and try again?”

 

System: (indifferent face) “The host has no saved data.”

 

Mi Dao felt disappointed. “Oh no… Can you save the game for me before the R-18 scene next time?”

 

System: “Due to special procedures, the current system does not allow saving at various nodes. Besides starting over, the host cannot try again.”

 

Mi Dao was quite disheartened, “What a lousy game, ruining my youth.”

 

System: “…”

 

This is the character you created yourself!

 

Mi Dao had no choice but to sit up in bed.

 

Wei Yaoshu was no longer in the room, and Mi Dao didn’t know when he had left. In a daze, he only remembered being carried to the spiritual spring for a wash, and it seemed like he had received some spiritual medicine…

 

Mi Dao looked at the pile of clothes on the bedside and then at his body marked with ambiguous red marks. He stiffened for a moment, raised his hand to cover his face, and shrugged his shoulders:

 

“Eh hey, eh hey, eh he he he…”

 

System: “…”

 

No wonder this character is so well-made; he’s truly incredible!

 

When it was time to be domineering, he was unyielding; when it was time to be gentle, he was incredibly tender, giving Mi Dao no hardship at all.

 

What was particularly surprising was that Mi Dao hadn’t expected current AI to create such realistic characters. Whether it was Wei Yaoshu’s heavy breathing or his expression at climax, it was sexier than Mi Dao had anticipated.

 

Mi Dao’s face flushed, feeling his blood pressure drop again.

 

Although the two had spent an entire day together, thanks to the physical constitution of cultivators, Mi Dao wouldn’t feel sore or weak. He even wanted to continue striving.

 

But who would have thought that he was still seriously injured and low on stamina? After a whole day, he was running on empty, and Wei Yaoshu let him go—leaving Mi Dao feeling listless.

 

It was a rare opportunity for an R-18 scene, and now it was over just like that; he hadn’t had enough.

 

Mi Dao felt very regretful.

 

To continue increasing the completion rate, Mi Dao had to get up and put on his clothes.

 

According to the system’s earlier prompt, after Wei Yaoshu obtained him, the completion rate increased by 1%, which proved that the hidden storyline was indeed closely related to Wei Yaoshu.

 

After putting on his clothes, Mi Dao awkwardly walked a couple of steps and shook his head, sighing, “Ah, feeling a bit empty down there.”

 

The system, shattered in dignity. “…”

 

Mi Dao walked to the door and tentatively pulled at it, but it didn’t budge.

 

As expected, he was imprisoned by Wei Yaoshu.

 

There was indeed a route in the original script where Wei Yaoshu imprisoned someone; in that storyline, he imprisoned the female lead, Sheng Yiling, who had saved him years ago. Whether to play or not depended on whether the protagonist accidentally walked the path of being cuckolded.

 

In the current story, however, the one who saved Wei Yaoshu was Mi Dao’s character, the Demon Lord Ye Wushang, so it naturally followed that Mi Dao took on the script where he was imprisoned.

 

Mi Dao: “Interesting.”

 

Of course, what was interesting was just the play.

 

As a prisoner, Mi Dao felt a headache coming on.

 

As the Demon Lord, his whereabouts were unknown. His subordinates in the demon clan would surely not let this slide, especially since he had caused such a stir fighting with his obedient son at the cliff. It would be odd if the Ri Tian Sect didn’t come looking for trouble.

 

This meant that there would definitely be a big battle between the Ri Tian Sect and the demon clan.

 

In the original scenario, if Mi Dao died, the female lead Sheng Yiling would be revived. The story often said that the power of love could conquer all, so the protagonist’s success rate would skyrocket to 100%, completing the script.

 

But now it was different; Mi Dao wasn’t dead, and Sheng Yiling’s corpse still lay in the crystal coffin. If the demon clan attacked now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

 

Mi Dao had to find the protagonist soon to offer his inner dan.

 

However, even aside from that, just based on Ye Wushang’s tragic persona, Mi Dao couldn’t continue to stay by Wei Yaoshu’s side…

 

Mi Dao clutched his chest, “Ah, what a painful realization.”

 

System: “…”

 

Mi Dao stood in front of the door and poked at the doorknob. A faint glow flowed over it; this was the barrier set by Wei Yaoshu.

 

Mi Dao stroked his chin. “System, what do you think the chances are of this door opening?”

 

System: “The probability is over 95%.”

 

Mi Dao was taken aback. “So high?”

 

System: “If you don’t believe it, why not try?”

 

Mi Dao chuckled, “Hey, I’ll give it a shot.”

 

With that, Mi Dao focused his energy and prepared to strike the door with a technique.

 

With a “creak,” the door swung open, revealing Wei Yaoshu standing outside, silhouetted against the light, his expression ambiguous.

 

Mi Dao: “!”

 

System: “Ding! The door has been opened.”

 

Mi Dao: “…”

 

What a lousy system, ruining my life.