Chapter 113: Yan Zhen’s Social Suicide
Yan Zhen had gotten a little carried away after the System’s praise the previous night. He had completely succumbed to his cousins’ allure, indulging in their combined ministrations, even ignoring the System’s warning and brushing it off with a flippant remark.
The next morning, he opened his eyes to a screen filled with red system warnings, nearly making him jump out of his skin.
[*Ding! Severe System Warning: Due to excessive indulgence, Host’s persona has deviated significantly from the script and is in a critical state.*]
[*Please rectify your behavior immediately and maintain the appropriate persona.*]
[*Current Protagonist Persona: Ruthless yet righteous, abstinent yet passionate, deeply driven by the pursuit of strength.*]
[*Host’s Current Persona: Compassionate and righteous, easily swayed by desire, somewhat driven by the pursuit of strength, primarily focused on completing tasks.*]
[*Persona Completion Rate: 69%*]
— *Holy crap! I woke up to a near-apocalypse! This is terrifying!*
His face turned pale.
[*Ding! Friendly System Reminder: Host can improve persona completion rate by acting cool and slapping faces, cultivating, and leveling up. Aim for above 90% completion.*]
— *Understood, System. I’ll get right on it.*
[*Please do your best, Host! Strive to complete all key plot points, become the strongest in the world, shoulder the fate of this world, and save all living beings! Mwah~*]
The System’s “mwah” had leveled up. It must be somewhat satisfied with his recent performance. The warning was probably just because last night had been a bit… *excessive*.
He glanced at Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu, sleeping peacefully beside him. They were both naked, their alluring curves barely concealed by the thin blanket. Their bare shoulders and collarbones were exquisite.
His arms were trapped between their soft, warm bodies, nestled against their ample chests. He could feel their heartbeats, their gentle breaths.
His lower body felt a pleasant pressure. Each of them had a leg draped over his, their six feet peeking out from under the blanket.
They had divided him perfectly between them, leaving him completely immobilized.
— *So this is what it’s like to wake up with two people.*
The Snow Wind Pearl was activated, filling the room with cool air, but it was still summer, and their combined body heat was making him sweat.
And despite everything, he felt… *ready for more*.
He had been forced to activate his sage mode once yesterday afternoon by Instructor Yu Xuan, and then another four times last night. Logically, he should be completely drained. But somehow, he had recovered after a single night’s sleep.
Could this be a hidden protagonist perk? His recovery rate had always been impressive.
However, at this moment, this perk was more of a curse. He couldn’t afford to lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh again.
Faint light filtered through the window. Dawn had arrived.
He carefully extracted himself from their embrace, gently moving their legs aside. He was as quiet as possible, but he still woke them up.
They stirred, their eyes fluttering open, their gazes hazy with sleep.
“Good morning, Cousin~” Yan Meng’er mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
He couldn’t help but smile. She looked adorable. “Good morning, Meng’er.”
He turned to the other side. “Good morning, Cousin Ruyu.”
Yan Ruyu buried her face in the pillow, her cheeks flushed crimson. “Morning,” she mumbled.
*She was so enthusiastic last night, and now she’s shy?*
He wanted to tease her, but he knew she was easily embarrassed. He decided to let it go.
“Time to get up, you two.”
She shook her head, her voice barely audible. “You go ahead. I’m going to sleep a little longer.”
“Me too~” Yan Meng’er rolled over onto her back, her eyelids fluttering closed.
She wasn’t usually one to laze in bed, but she had pushed herself hard last night to please him.
“Lazybones.”
He shook his head, using his *Qi Vortex Technique* to gather their scattered clothes. He picked out his boxers, slipped them on, and climbed out of bed. He changed into his academy uniform, went to the bathroom, and then headed outside.
Through the kitchen window, he saw Instructor Yu Xuan preparing breakfast. Water Mystic Power flowed around her, efficiently processing the ingredients.
Cooking was both a hobby and a form of cultivation for her.
It was actually quite similar to pill refining. Despite not having awakened her spirit energy, her years of culinary experience had honed her Mystic Power control to an exceptional level.
She could precisely manipulate her Mystic Power, condensing it into various forms, from powerful blasts to intricate patterns, adapting to any situation.
*Breakfast won’t be ready for a while.*
He jumped onto the roof and sat down, beginning his morning meditation.
For cultivators, the world’s energy was most active at dawn. Meditating at this time yielded the best results.
…
When he returned to the dining hall, he noticed the seating arrangement had changed again.
Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu were now seated on either side of him, leaving Mi Xue’er sitting alone across from them.
The atmosphere was strange, and his arrival only made it stranger.
“Good morning, Senior Sister Xue’er, Senior Sister Xinyan.”
They both stared at him, their expressions unreadable. *We are *not* having a good morning.*
“You’re up early, Junior Brother Yan Zhen. We thought you’d be in bed until noon,” Xiao Xinyan said pointedly.
“Lost in the throes of passion,” Mi Xue’er added.
He blushed. “Haha… yeah…” He sat down, avoiding their gazes.
Yan Meng’er immediately clung to him, whispering in his ear.
Mi Xue’er and Xiao Xinyan’s expressions darkened.
Thankfully, Instructor Yu Xuan arrived just then, carrying their breakfast. She placed a bowl of cold noodles in front of each of them, except for Yan Zhen.
He blinked. “Instructor, what about mine?”
She returned to the kitchen and came back with a clay pot. “I didn’t make you breakfast today. You’ll be having soup. Finish it all.”
She lifted the lid, releasing a fragrant aroma of herbs and meat.
Mi Xue’er suddenly lost her appetite for cold noodles. “Instructor, what kind of soup is that? I want some too.”
“It seems to have a lot of nourishing ingredients,” Xiao Xinyan added curiously. “Why is Yan Zhen having this?”
Instructor Yu Xuan smirked. “It’s a tonic for… *male vitality*.”
*A… a vitality tonic?*
The four girls instantly understood her meaning, their cheeks flushing. Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu were especially embarrassed.
As for Yan Zhen… he wanted to disappear. He wished he could dig a hole in the ground, crawl inside, and hang a sign that read:
*Socially deceased. Do not disturb.*
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