Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general

In the morning, Xue Guangli woke up next to a sleeping Long Huojin. The drapes were open from the way she left it the night before. The sunlight peered through, shining on his face.
In her view, he held her tightly. Long Huojin's lashes fluttered; his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Xue Guangli's gaze lowered from his face when she realized that she could see more skin than she expected. Indeed, he was only in boxer shorts, and the rest of him was naked.
Xue Guangli blushed at the sight of him.
She then ran a hand around his tatted upper arm. It was a thin serpent coiled around his bicep with its forked tongue sticking out. She remembered that he had it since high school, as he removed his shirt for sports. But, back then, he also had piercings and longer hair.
She chuckled slightly at the memory. Even back then, Long Huojin was annoyingly handsome, and he attracted people all over. But now his hair was cut short, still long enough to fall over his eyes. His ears had the markings for piercings, two for each lobe, and one cartilage on his right ear. Though they were empty, and most likely closed. The only thing that remained from his younger self was that tattoo.
Long Huojin's eyes slowly lidded open, most likely from feeling her movements. She was still running her hand over the tattoo, staring at the art, admiring the detail of the serpent's rough belly scales. She could feel Long Huojin watching her without saying a word.
"I've never seen it up close like this before," she said.
Long Huojin smiled, but his expression deepened. Her eyes then shot up to meet his, and she smiled. "How many girls have swooned over you, shirtless?" she questioned.
Long Huojin's lips upturned. "Many," he admitted.
Xue Guangli rolled her eyes, propping herself on an elbow, chuckling. "I would like to see you wear studs again," she pouted.
Long Huojin captured her nose, "Then I would have to re-pierce them, and I don't feel like going through that again."
"I remember it was against the school rules," she said.
"Mhm. That's why I did it. And my father had to donate money to the school in compensation. He was furious when he found out about the tattoo."
Xue Guangli laughed, and her head fell back onto the pillow. She smiled sheepishly. "You are still handsome, as you were back then," she admitted.
She half-expected Long Huojin to tease her for what she said. But instead, his eyes darkened as his line of sight focused solely on her. Her pulse sped up. She hated that feeling. She knew him all her life, but even now, her chest thundered nervously.
He reached out to give her a fleeting peck on the cheek before he shuffled out of bed. "I'm going to wash up, and then you can go in afterwards," he said.
Long Huojin headed towards the bathroom, and she heard the water turn on.
Eh? Xue Guangli thought. Just a peck?
What's up with him?
Like all men trying to burn out the flame of desire, Long Huojin took a cold shower.
After he finished, Xue Guangli was still sitting on his bed, scrolling through her phone casually. She was laughing, and he realized that she was watching funny videos. He then strolled over, and she showed him a video of cats and their owners that she thought were funny and adorable.
Long Huojin laughed too, but when Xue Guangli looked him, she thought, 'Holy fuck.'
There was something about wet hair that made people attractive, but Long Huojin looked refreshed. He was also only wearing a towel over his waist. She began to feel strange...
She then jumped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, locking the door shut behind her. Her heart pounded furiously. So this is what desire felt like, she thought.
Their moments before now were fleeting to her. She kissed other boys before, Wang Weimin included, but this...and just by looking at him, too, was enough to stir her.
Xue Guangli turned on the sink to rinse her face of cold water, trying to calm the pace of her heart.
After washing up some more, Xue Guangli went back into the guest room she was supposed to sleep with to find a fresh pair of clothes from her night bag.
She changed into a casual white shirt and paired it with a tawny-coloured skirt. Xue Guangli needed a hair tie, but since she didn't have one, she began to look around the room for something to bound her hair.
She scoped the room, checking the vanity drawers and cupboards. Her eyes then shot to a dresser and looked through. Inside, she found women's clothing, all with new tags, unworn. A bag caught her eye and went she through it to find anything that could act as a scrunchy; she found something else instead.
The bag held some sketch pads and shading pencils, as well as paintbrushes. Xue Guangli felt warm throughout when she ran her fingers through the papers and bristles.
"I bought them in case you ever feel like it," said a deep voice behind her.
She turned, startled to see Long Huojin quietly standing at the threshold, fully clothed.
Xue Guangli looked at the brushes again and smirked. "There's no paint," she said.
Long Huojin shot her a smug expression. "That's because they're downstairs at the sunroom."
"What?" Xue Guangli said more than asking.
Long Huojin stretched out a hand. He then led her to a room, passed the living room that had floor-to-ceiling windows all around. In the middle was a blank canvas on an easel that held it. On the side were boxes.
When she opened it, it filled with bottles of paint in different colours. There were many, and not just ordinary secondary and tertiary colours, but ones that were shades lighter and darker like her favourite, vermillion, and others like saffron and cerise, and cerulean, the colour of Long Huojin's eyes.
She looked through the colours excitingly, reading each label. She then turned to face with Long Huojin with such warmth. She had never received a gift like this before. She had bought the paints and colours herself alone. But they were expensive, and sometimes she didn't want to overspend, so she didn't, and settled for primary colours.
Xue Guangli rose. She approached Long Huojin, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She circled her arms around his shoulders and tip-toed to kiss him lightly on his lips. He bent down so she could stand flatly, and he responded to the kiss enthusiastically.
They both began to feel warm as Xue Guangli pressed against his body. She was sure now, more than ever, that she liked him. She liked him a lot.
How could she have ever hated this handsome, vulnerable, and caring man?
Xue Guangli broke off the kiss and said, "Thank you." She crossed her arms behind her back and began walking around the sunroom. "I didn't expect my boyfriend to have given me something this nice. It's a wonderful gift, indeed," she said casually.
Boyfriend.
The word struck him like an arrow. Long Huojin had to keep himself from looking like a lovesick puppy, but his lips curled nonetheless.
"Anything for my girlfriend," he responded.
At that, Xue Guangli felt suddenly shy and embarrassed. It was too much for her. It felt new also to her, the feeling of new love and embarrassment.
She flushed before Long Huojin continued. "You don't have to start painting. It's for when you are ready," he said. "I picked the sunroom because it has the best lighting."
Xue Guangli nodded and smiled. She then walked with Long Huojin towards the kitchen to grab a meal.
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What happens if the person you thought you hated the most turned out to be the one who loves you ceaselessly, unconditionally, and passionately? 

Status: Completed

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Xue Guangli was a young woman who followed her mother’s legacy; she won’t marry to get above her status. She will earn it. 

However, when a tragedy struck her home, she lost sight of the things she wanted. 

To get her life in order, she must regain the classy legacy she left behind, find the real suspect of her mother’s killer, and pave a way through the challenges thrown at her. 

But when it comes to her mother’s murder trial, Xue Guangli is forced to get help from the man she hates the most—Long Huojin. Long Huojin is an achingly handsome and devastatingly perfect successor of a large conglomerate, but the two never got along. 

Xue Guangli hated Long Huojin for most of her life—so much that when he looks at her, she can hardly breathe. 

Long Huojin, on the other hand, secretly pines for Xue Guangli patiently waiting for the day she’ll let him in. 

***Novel Completed at Chapter 70***

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“Her eyes dropped to the hollow of his throat, to the bob of his Adam's apple. Her gaze lingered and stopped at his mouth, at the seams of his lips. It hadn't occurred to her what it would feel like to taste them.” 


Keywords: Male Lead; Female Lead; Romance; Crime Drama; Strong Female Protagonist; Respectful Male Lead; No Prolonged Misunderstandings; No Sexual Assault; No Evil Sisters; Detailed Smut; 18+ 

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Other Works: 

Daughters of the Elite (4.8)
A Song For a Summer's Night 

Art cover isn't mine. Will remove when asked.

The Compound—because there is no way it could be called a house—is decidedly empty when he arrives with Chiyo. There are rows and rows of succulents, some bunched around a pond. Sasori is torn between whether he should commend his grandmother for managing to keep a pond in the desert or pointing out that it's a horrible waste of water. He does neither of these things as he is guided in by his grandmother through the compound, pointing out the different rooms and their purposes, occasionally expounding upon their personal history as well.

They arrive at his room, it's...bland, to say the least.

It seems that his previous self was a neat freak and had an intense hatred for things called furniture. His room literally only contains his futon, some drawers for clothes, a closet, and a desk.

There is nothing else.

This has got to go, the first thing he's going to do after he gets his hands on some paint and go crazy on the walls.

It will be glorious.

If his tiny new hands have the dexterity to pull it off, that is. Otherwise, it'll just look like a six-year-old decided to paint his walls.

"Grandma?" he tugs at her sleeve, "Where are my parents?"

What he really wants to ask is if they've kicked the bucket yet, but because that'll go over so well, he's trying to be subtle. Which he is probably failing at because surveying the sad state of his room has no correlation with the existence of parents.

Chiyo seems stuck between trying to say something and not wanting to say it, looks like his parents are dead then. Considering the previous Chiyo in the anime did not ever tell her grandson about the demise of his parents. That caused him to have severe issues. Severe issues is an understatement.

At least this time he'll actually attempt at being something other than a recluse and stay mostly sane. The first part shouldn't be too hard he just has to force people to be his friends and hope that they're the ones who have a tendency to drag him out of his house. But he's not sure that he's even mostly sane now, much less later on after he's killed a bunch of people in the name of Suna and all that ridiculousness.

Oh yeah, he's going to have to kill people in the future. Fun. Maybe he can figure out a formula for how much sanity is lost per kill. He would if he actually likes math, unfortunately, he hates the subject with a burning passion so there will be no formulas anytime soon.

Sudden movement turns his attention back to his grandmother, she kneels in front of him, eye-level and for once seeming her age,

"Sasori, your parents...they didn't come back from their mission...and I don't think they will."

Well, this was a surprise, Chiyo never did this in canon...did she?

Shit, the last time he watched Naruto was two years ago and not all of the plot points or Kishimoto's messed up timeline are seared into his brain.

Well, he's royally screwed.

'Congratulations, Self, you have unlocked hidden dialogue and a new route.'

He mentally berates his brain for adding a game reference, the revelation of his now-deceased parents is no laughing matter. But he's not sad. He isn't. He tries to dredge up some sort of sorrow, but there is nothing.

These parents of his...they are strangers to him, they weren't "his" parents, they were Sasori's. And yet, in a twisted way, he is Sasori, therefore they are his parents. They are his parents yet not at the same time, it's confusing.

He opts for the healthier route of accepting that he doesn't have any relation to those strangers and that he shouldn't feel as if he's obligated to be sad about their demise. He certainly doesn't feel happy about it, just numb in the sense that these people could have been important to him, they could have been so much more. But now they're stuck as two-dimensional people, forever just characters with no real depth or identity. These people were supposed to be his parents, while he doesn't feel sad that they died, there is still an underlying sense of regret.

He'll go visit their graves when he has the chance to apologize profusely for whatever he did to their poor son.

Which is...him right now?

Sasori adds identity crises to his list of issues that may or may not need to be fixed, he'd like to have some semblance of sanity, thank you very much.

The real question is why Chiyo is taking all of this so calmly and not questioning anything. Just what did he do to himself that excuses amnesia?

"Grandma, how did I end up in the hospital?"

Chiyo purses her lips,

"You tripped."

Sasori's face blanks,

"Crazy Grandma says what now?"

Chiyo laughs, patting her grandson lightly on the head,

"You tripped and fell down the stairs because you rolled on the paint brushes I told you to not leave everywhere," She gives him a stern look, "And I was right, look what you did."

Sasori scoffs, he'd been expecting something more...impressive. But he did also die because he drowned in paint, so it's not as if he has anything to say about stupid life choices.

"Pathetic, next time I will make sure it's because I fell on my head from trying to roof jump."

"No! You will not purposefully endanger yourself!" Grandma doesn't appear to be very pleased with his declaration.

He supposes she's justified, self-harm isn't exactly a joking matter...but it's also his main supply for humor. Sasori isn't suicidal nor does he hate himself...okay maybe he hates himself a little, but not enough to go out of his way to harm himself.

He just has a very...bad sense of humor.

It offends people sometimes.

"I will attempt to keep my sorry self out of trouble, Grandma. I have another question, how old am I?"

Chiyo sighs, but lets him change the subject,

"You are five."

Huh, no wonder he's so tiny. From a college student to a toddler, what a role reversal.

And he has also used up his people meter for the day, social interaction beyond this point will end disastrously.

"Okay, I'll go to bed now, Grandma."

She nudges him towards the futon and closes the door to his room, but not before she reminds him,

"Perhaps that would be for the best, you are still recovering. We can continue the tour of the compound at a later date. Sleep well."

The door shuts and he's left to his own devices. He's not going to sleep, especially since he isn't tired and there's planning to do. Reaching a hand up, he feels his head for any injuries, clearly, he injured himself severely enough to excuse amnesia...and maybe death?

Sasori still isn't sure why he's here and not home in some hospital. He's almost certain that he died, what if the previous Sasori died too?

"But...that isn't canon. Canon Sasori lived, well, until Chiyo murdered him and he got resurrected later, but that's not the point because there's no way I'll allow that to happen."

He shudders, not dying is on the top of his list of priorities right now.

"The real question isn't how I'm here or even why, but what I will do now."

He doesn't remember much of canon Sasori, especially his younger years, beyond the fact that he was a prodigy who later delved into immoral practices and...left Suna?

Was that even what happened?

Well, Sasori definitely left Suna, the circumstances aren't exactly clear, but he was around his twenties when he did so. Somewhere after that he assassinated the Third Kazekage, made him a puppet, and made a bunch of other people his puppets. Perhaps not necessarily in that order either. He definitely killed a bunch of people minding their own business, and then Konan happened.

And then Akatsuki, and after that Orochimaru.

And then...Deidara?

After Deidara, he destroys some poor nation, the Land of This? Or was it the Land of That?

"Well, this is nice, I remember practically nothing about who I'm supposed to be, the past or the future."

He...destroys some random nation and kidnaps Gaara with Deidara, Gaara ends up dying and so does he when Chiyo stabs him through the heart.

Shit, he got killed by Sakura.

Sakura who became a meme for her uselessness.

"Am I really that pathetic? A reputation for literally staining the sand red and I get killed by a fifteen-year-old girl who can't stop chasing after her Sasuke-kun? I was an S-rank missing-nin and I get killed by Sakura?"

Fine, he'll admit that Sakura isn't useless, she has...had? Potential. She had potential, she wasn't completely useless, but her determination to marry Sasuke is very annoying.

Very, very annoying.

Kishimoto, write better female characters.

What about all the fanfiction shipping Sakura with him? Okay, maybe he read a few of them, but they weren't particularly good because...logic doesn't work that way.

Especially now since he is Sasori. Shipping random fictional characters without any logical basis can be excused. But now?

Nope.

Not.

Happening.

"Disgusting. At least I know what to avoid."

But he is five, there's more than enough time to plan later. Right now, he has to focus on not dying from stray weapons launched by irresponsible shinobi and fitting in. He'll begin with a thorough examination of his room, this is supposed to be his space, how sad would it be if he can't even adjust to himself?

Granted, most people don't wake up with "amnesia" in a different body and in a fictional world filled with death.

But he's always prided himself to be adaptable and down to earth, it takes a lot to phase him. His chronic case of senioritis helps with his general apathy.

"Ha, a five-year-old with the personality of a college student who's dead inside."

He rolls his futon up into a small bundle and pushes it to the wall, from experience, he knows that his room will later end up encroached by his numerous projects, so space will be precious.

Sleep is not that important anyway.

With that done, he opens his drawers one by one.

"Paintbrushes...did Chiyo start teaching me puppetry? Or did I already paint?"

Then he sees a small crumpled paper in the corner, he unrolls it to find a message stained by what looks like tears.

From Haha-ue and Chichi-ue to Sasori.

Oh.

This was a present from his parents. Not his parents? His not-parents?

Well.

He shuts the drawer quickly after he sets the note down carefully and empty out all the paint brushes onto the floor. He'll deal with the emotions attached to the note later.

He's...not in a good state to internalize that part of his identity yet. Especially not after Chiyo just told him about their deaths. It feels like he's intruding on something private.

Sasori isn't Sasori. He's an imposter. A stranger dressed in clothes that belonged to someone else. Someone loved and cared for.

He's...no, it's better this way. He pulls the drawer back open and retrieves the note. The words on it glare back at him mockingly.

From Haha-ue and Chichi-ue to Sasori.

"I'm sorry for replacing your son. I don't know what happened to him," He takes a deep breath, "But I will try to live his life the best I can."

Sasori gently folds the paper back up and return it to its corner in the drawer. He then moves on to the next drawer full of paper. Some of it is in rolls, others are loose and covered in diagrams. A couple of them are blank.

"Well, I now know that Sasori did start learning about puppets already," He muses, trying to decipher the diagrams and words, "This is also...from them. Haha-ue and Chichi-ue."

Then he grins, the diagrams aren't that hard, maybe for an actual five-year-old, but it has nothing against a five-year-old prodigy with the brain and experience of a college art major student. With the helpful notes in the margins, he'll be able to figure it out in no time.

"I guess that part of canon won't change, but I still will change a lot of it. Just think, Canon Sasori probably never contemplated much about his future as shinobi at five, especially not on new techniques," He places the paper back inside, leaving the blank ones behind, "But I am not canon Sasori and I plan on not dying. Canon Sasori didn't have many friends and was increasingly lonely and bored, I'm used to being a recluse for weeks to finish projects. I'll be bored anyway, why not spend that time working on plans?"

All in all, it would be a better use of his time instead of spending it feeling sorry for himself. By no means does he approve of shinobi parenting techniques—Chiyo, why would you do that to your grandson?—but he's an adult and this works in his favor.

Also, he's totally going to have a better relationship with his grandma, she's practically the last close family member he has left, he doesn't know what relationship he has with his great uncle.

Alright, things are definitely looking up! Puppetry falls under his passion for art, it's a combination of sculpture and...engineering.

Oh god.

There will have to be math...and...and...no. Not math!

He'll avoid that the best he can, he'll just use his visualizing skills instead...hopefully that'll work.

What else did Canon Sasori do other than puppets? Poison? Plants! Plants are great, plants make great substitutes for human company, he can get a whole bunch of poisonous ones and grow them in his room. Besides, making poisons can be comparable to cooking, right? He's pretty good at cooking.

Hopefully, poison-making is like cooking.

Breath in, breath out, he's five, no five-year-old should worry too much about poisons. Well, unless they live in a shinobi village, but he didn't have that Before. Eh, might as well adapt to the mindset, if he wants to live or become anything he'll have to drop his old morals like they're going out of fashion.

Because here? They are totally not fashionable.

Anyway, it's still his first day, he can read the scrolls and stuff later, maybe tomorrow? He shuts the second drawer too, opening the third and last one on the bottom.

This one is filled with paint.

Paint.

Praise the Deities that might exist.

He found paint, even if he didn't have brushes he could still fingerpaint.

He's going to paint his walls right now, Chiyo's potential disapproval be damned.

Popping open the first can of blue, he wonders what he should paint on his wall, it's funny how a character known for dying sand red with blood will now be obsessed with the color blue.

Sasori like blue now, it doesn't matter what his previous preferences for colors are, it's not like it will kill someone if he likes blue instead of red. Besides, no one knew if he actually liked red in canon.

His first masterpiece in this new world should be one memorializing the person he used to be. Sasori will change, that is unavoidable and he accepts it with open arms, but that doesn't mean he has to forget. He doesn't have to act like nothing happened or force himself to be someone he isn't. Sasori will just be unapologetically himself and canon will just have to deal.

And it will start with this painting.

The next one should be on his parents. Both pairs, an apology for not being there for them and one for not really being their son.

The final one will be something when he figures out what he wants to paint. Maybe he'll paint the fourth wall too, time will tell.

Wait, what about a galaxy on the ceiling? He'd always wanted to do that and it'll be so cool! He can paint the floors too! Maybe he'll do something about the closet he hasn't looked through yet as well.

"I hope Grandma doesn't murder me when I go wild on that poor wall," Sasori dips a brush in a sky blue, "I am completely unrepentant."

An hour later:

"Sasori? I thought you were...sleeping?"

He turns around to see Grandma in the doorway of his room, her eyes wide and gaping like a fish. Sasori looks down on his paint-covered hands and clothing, oddly content that at least one factor of his life is now normal.

He's absolutely covered in paint, as it should be.

"Hello, Grandma. Look what I did." Sasori gestures with a brush on the wall, purposefully getting more blue paint on himself.

"Sasori."

"Yes, Grandma?" Maybe this was a bad idea, Sasori intimately remembers how this Chiyo is—was?—a formidable kunoichi in her own right.

"You will go bathe right now."

"But Grandma, I'm not finished." He's not whining, he's an adult.

"Right now, I'll get you clothes that you can paint in after I lecture you on not getting more paint on yourself than the wall!"

"Right. Okay. Where is the bathroom?" Oh, she's not going to stop him from painting?

"Ah, I forgot you don't remember where that is. This is the second time today I'm showing you a bathroom, huh?"

Perhaps it was just a trick of the light or maybe it was the fumes from his paint…

But he could have sworn a tear slid down his Grandma's weary cheek as a faint relieved smile displaced the deep-set wrinkles around her mouth.

I can't decide between making this crack or actually serious or maybe both.

Help.

Anyway, I was inspired to write more of this. If you're wondering, yes, this new Sasori is basically me but ten times more exasperated with life.

(I've always wanted to paint my walls. The random finger-painted abstract art doesn't count.)

Edit: So I drew a cover because...art...why not. It didn't exactly turn out to be what I envisioned, but it's Sasori's wall painting shenanigans

Not Mine

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13551553/1/

Noah takes the painting and place it on the easel then he grab my hand and take a deep breath. 

"I don't know how to describe everything but I'll just show you, ok?" 

"Ok. . " 

He touch the canvas and step into the painting. That's something that I've never seen before. I hold his hand tightly and step into the painting. We stand inside a room with a single painting on the wall. I look around, everything looks real. I touch the wall and I can feel that it's a real wall, a solid wall then I try to jump several times to make sure the floor is not fake and it's real. I never knew that there's a dimension beyond a painting and this is my first time entering the space.  

"Where are we?" 

Noah is walking to the corner of the room and take the package that he threw then he walks back to me. 

"We are in the other side of the painting. This one is called the 'Qiophaire' dimension."

"Qioph- what?" 

"Qiophaire. It's the name of the dimension. If you look around, there is no door or window. It's just a room with a single painting on the wall." 

"Why?" 

"Because I create every details in the room. It was an empty space before but I have the power to make a new place inside the dimension." 

"And how do we get out from here?" 

"That painting on the wall is our way out." 

I walk closer to the painting on the wall and realize that it's a painting of the art room in the university. Everything doesn't make sense. It's not real. Maybe I'm still sleeping and I'm having a dream about going to a dimension through a portal and the portal is a painting on a canvas. It's time to back to reality so I close my eyes then I pinch my arms to wake me up.

"Wake up, Sera. Wake up." 

I open my eyes and I can see Noah standing in front of me, looking at me with a puzzled look. 

"What?" 

"It's real, Sera. You're not dreaming and you are 100% conscious." 

"No, no, no. You're joking. Maybe you're a fake too, I'm in my dream, everything is not real." 

Noah pulls my body closer to him and he lands a kiss on my lips. I push him away and step back immediately. 

"What was that for?" 

"I need to prove it to you that it's real."

There must be a scientific explanation about this then I will believe it. I walk to the painting and try to touch the canvas and nothing happens.

"Get me out of here." 

Noah throw the box away then he grabs my hand, touch the canvas and step out the painting with me. Once I'm back at the art room, I run out of the art room and rush to the women's bathroom. I wash my face and try to understand the reality. I take my phone and look for any information about dimension beyond a painting and there is only one website that explain about another dimension but it's not a dimension inside a painting. I try to calm down then I leave the bathroom. 


Noah sits on the floor and he stares at the painting. How can he be that stupid to reveal his ability? Now Sera knows about the dimension inside the painting and perhaps she will stay away from him and he can't protect her anymore. Besides he did something unexpected back in the dimension which is kissing her. It's not something that he would do to make someone believe him but he just did it. His body naturally did that and now he realize that there's something wrong with him. 

"Sera. . ." 

Noah takes the painting and he stand up then leave the art room with the painting on his hand. When walks down he spot Sera near the main door of building B and she's talking to a person with yellow hair. It's Benjamin. How can he knew that Sera is here? He immediately rush to the main door and push Benjamin away. 

"Noah!" 

Sera looks surprised. Noah brings Sera to his back and try to protect her. 

"What are you doing here?" 

"I explain about the dimension to Sera since she asked me about it." 

"You ask Ben about the dimension?" 

"I did, he said that he can explain everything and help me to understand." 

"He's a liar! Let's go, Sera." 

Noah takes Sera with him back to the dorm, leaving Benjamin behind. Noah knows everything about Ben, about everything that he has done in the past, about Candace and now he's going to do the same thing to Sera. He can't let that happen to this young girl. 

"Noah!" 

". . ." 

"Noah!" 

Noah turns around and he looks at Sera, she looks in pain, perhaps he hold her hand too tight. He let her hand go and look at her. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Why did you do that to him? I only ask for an explanation." 

"Sera, listen to me. He is a liar. I told you that he's a bad person remember?"

"Yes. . " 

"Do you remember about the note that you got when we had lunch at the chinese restaurant near the supermarket?" 

"Yes." 

"It was him. He gave you the note, he's trying to harm you, Sera. Just like what he did to Candace and I don't want you to experience the same thing as Candace did." 

"Candace? Who is that?" 

"I'll tell you later." 

He takes Sera with him to his dorm and ask Sera to sit. Noah walks to his bedroom and take out a book from his bookcase then he take a photo from the book then he give Sera the photo. It's a photo of a beautiful red haired girl, she looks younger than Sera, maybe she is 18 years old and in the photo, the girl is smiling brightly. 

"Who is she?" 

"It's Candace Roseschwarz. My ex-lover, my first love and Ben's victim."

Sera-21 years old trying to live a new life in a new place but who knows there'll be lots of things that change her life since she met a young man from aircraft that will give lots of impact in her life. Noah-22 years old is a 2nd semester student who lose his ex-lover because of a person named Benjamin. Sera meet Noah and there will be a biggest problem that she will face in her life and she must do everything to make sure she will never have the same fate as Noah's ex-lover. But everything will get darker and more mysterious. Will Sera and Noah be able to get over with every challenge and problem that they will face?

"He had an over hundred sisters, not slaves?" King.
"Yes Majesty, He healed all and accept his sisters." Lady.
"He is really my son." King looked to wife.
   "One tourist asking the Templar "how was the road to god" 
   Templar said "I'm only walking" 
   Tourist ask again "You walked all road and find something or nothing"
   Templar smiled to Tourist "I'm very slow to reaching all road."
   Tourist smiled to Templar now "You better run."
   Templar looked into the man's eyes "When wife waiting for you home how can you run If I run That mean I am walking away from her. Then I'm asking you Why I need to run my house."
Queen looked to the sky like remembering something.
"My good wife." King hugged his wife.
"Thank you." Queen smiled at the husband.
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Items from the palace were placed.
"Brother Let's do bath you have built a beautiful bathroom." Sisters take to the prince for the bath.
"I don't like it my body so small." the prince was offended.
"Brother, where did you thinking to build another room under bath for heat up bath." Sisters said.
"This bath can't heat by normal flame but only I can." Bai Cong waved his hand and under room heating.
"You sisters need punishment you treating me like a baby." He starts to use his massage but ever part of the body.
[You did back massage you gain back massage skill.]
[You did arm massage you gain arm massage skill.]
[You did hand massage you gain hand massage skill.]
[You did a neck massage you gain neck massage skill.]
[You did foot massage you gain foot massage skill.]
[You did leg massage you gain leg massage skill.]
[You did head massage you gain head massage skill.]
[You did belly massage you gain belly massage skill.]
[You gain all massage skills, do you want to fusion skills from top skill YES/NO.]
"Yes," skills in mind began to blend.
[You fusion all massage skills for new Body Massage skill.]
[Body Massage Level 1(Active/Passive): You can massage by using mana or by your hand. Massage can change body shape to perfection. Passive your massage skill will approve level now. Massage tissues are sensitized, enhance happiness, Reduces fatigue, Takes tension, open energy blockages, Recover the energy.]
"You sisters want to this we are sleeping bath tonight." Use massage skill to sisters.
The Bath one biggest room in Temple same time 1000 over a person can bath.
Intense snoring sound can be heard from the bathroom.
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At the start of the morning, Bai Cong wakes up.
"Brothers need punishment." Girls Caught to the prince and do massage him.
"Brother I'm wet now lick me." The girl closes her pussy to his mouth.
"I will." He starts to lick.
[You have an achievement first touch You can select Dual Cultivator class.]
"New class? I'll try this" open to status window and select.
[You have a new class Dual Cultivator.]
[You have skills from other Cultivator you can fusion them to your new skills YES/NO.]
"Yes"
[Fire body art fusion by beautiful body art and new art is Hot beautiful body art.]
[The first stage of Cultivation fusion by The first stage of Dual Cultivation and new Cultivation is The first stage of Dick Cultivation.]
[Hot Summer body art Level 1 (Active/Passive):Active: Your body temperature like in a hot summer 
Dick durability+%50, Sperm product speed+%50, Charm+%50 Mana:100/second. Passive: Fire resistance+1, Charm resistance+1, Str+1, Vit+1, Dex+1, Int+1, Wis+1, Charm+1.]
[The first stage of Dick Cultivation Level 1 (Active/Passive): You can build your body girls licking your dick. Passive Your all damage temporary reduces charm resistance %2 on target.Str+1, Vit+1, Dex+1, Charm+1, Dick+1.]
"Sisters from on I will your only brother," Brother said and girls felt love.
"Sisters I need your help please lick my dick."  He said.
"If you want this you say clearly." sister came to lick dick.
[You're The first stage of Dick Cultivation level-up to 2]
"It is getting big sisters to lick his body." Ten sisters join to enjoy.
[You're The first stage of Dick Cultivation level-up to 3]
"I feel so warm." a sister said while licking dick.
[You're Hot Summer body art level-up to 2]
"Sisters tastes him, he is lake hot milk so delicious." All the sisters enjoy the party.
"Hold your dick or I will cut off." One girl came from the door and shouted.
"Who the hell are you?" Bai Cong ask.
"You disgusting man you collected all these girls for your disgusting job." She drew her sword.
"Stop you idiot." one of the sisters shouted and hand shot in her head.
"Sister how you stop me you defend me to this disgusting man?" She asks with tears.
"This man or you idiot He is just baby how you looking." the sister said.
"How can be you, girls, licking him and he enjoys about it he must be mature." She said.
"He healed us and give us to a new life but what you are thinking is wrong today we want to punish him and .." sister lost her word "how to happen this?"
"I know, I know I love brother." one sister said.
"I love brother too."
"Me too"
"Don't leave us, Brother we will better to be your wife." one sister said.
"What is going on here?" She shocked by sisters.
"I will tell you just listen," Sister told.
"This must be a charm, sisters did this just I want." Bai Cong thinks.
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one month later in the castle.
"Mother congratulations." Bai Cong hugged mom.
"Why are you so happy because of your sisters?" Queen asks.
"Mother you know they are my sister but I came here to congratulation your baby." Bai Cong said.
"You must care about her." Queen smiled.
"I know and I build this milk factory because of her" Bai Cong said.
"What about your sisters what are you doing to them?" Queen asks.
"We are family now I can't let my wife's." Bai Cong said.
"Your wife's? hahaha" Queen laughed and walked out.
"Is that so funny I can manage thousand over wife's." Bai Cong said and left.
"thousand? What do you mean thousand?" Queen shock.
"This isn't funny anymore," Queen said.
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"Sisters I will build a new temple to newcomers we had a job to do." Bai Cong starts to plan of the building.
"Brother, why are you working so hard?" sister ask.
"I want to conquer all kingdom and release all slaves to gathering our sect." Bai Cong said.
"Sect do you want to say we create the sect." Sister ask.
"Yes, That's my plan but I need cultivation books." Bai Cong said.
"Can we succeed about this?" Sisters ask.
"We will see I you Wife's work hard to licking my dick It will." Bai Cong said.
"Your dick cultivation will upgrade and we feel him more." sisters licking.
[You're The first stage of Dick Cultivation level-up to 10]
[You're Hot Summer body art level-up to 10]
[You can stage up to the second stage of Dick Cultivation or you can keep upgrading stage-up/upgrade.]
"If I can upgrade I will." he select.
[Hot Summer body art Level 10 (Active/Passive):Active: Your body temperature like in a hot summer 
Dick durability+%500, Sperm product speed+%500, Charm+%500 Mana:100/second. Passive: Fire resistance+10, Charm resistance+10, Str+10, Vit+10, Dex+10, Int+10, Wis+10, Charm+10.]
[The first stage of Dick Cultivation Level 10 (Active/Passive): You can build your body girls licking your dick. Passive Your all damage temporary reduces charm resistance %20 on target.Str+10, Vit+10, Dex+10, Charm+10, Dick+10.]
"I need to build a new temple." he starts to collecting stone.
"Collecting stone is getting hard I need to run 10 kilometers." He thinks.
After ten days later He builds a temple ten thousand roomed, ten pool and a special pool for wives.
"I did really good things." He smiled.
"We have a visitor brother." Sisters said to him.
"Wait I'm almost there." Bai Cong goes to temple door.
"Left all girls or die." Bai Cong saw a man like a majesty and his hundred man army.
"hahaha It won't help you If you have an army you think more hand more power no This isn't true." Bai Cong smiled at him.
"More soldier more power which is wrong?" He asked angrily.
"No you true but for yourself, If you add me to the equation you must be zero and I need to delete you." Bai Cong waved his hand red river killed all soldier and majesty.
"This prince from which kingdom you know?" Sister asked.
"No, but I don't want to know." He goes to the bath.
"Sisters help my cultivation." Bai Cong always helps from sisters.
"I want to hear your voice brother." Sister start to cultivation.

When I was looking for trouble on the road.
I found three gold coins.
I took them and I feel pain.
When I woke up I saw a screen.
[General requirements for Gain Game System are successful.]
[Advanced requirements for Gain Game System are successful.]
[Perfect requirements for Gain Game System are successful.]
It was my starting point.

Mason entered the basement with all of the music equipments he bought and he noticed that his mother's shoes were gone.

"Forgot she has work."

Mason heard noises in the bathroom he saw Elizabeth entering the day before so he could assume that she was preparing to go somewhere.

He entered his bedroom and walked into shirt closet and touched some random spots on the wall before the wall opened up. It seemed like the spot on the wall he had to touch was the same as the one in the shoe closet.

He entered the secret room and began touching the wall on the other side before the wall closed.

In the secret room for shoes, there was outlets everywhere so the shirt's should be the same.

Mason looked for the best spot to set us his makeshift studio and luckily on the far left corner of the secret room was a spot where there wasn't any shirts hanged up. He first sat his laptop down and plugged it into the wall.

He began connecting everything together until the studio was ready. The reason making the studio in the secret shirt room was because it was the furthest away from his mother and Elizabeth's rooms.

He didn't want them to know about what he was doing yet. "Thank god that everything can be purchased with apps nowadays. My password for my bank account hasn't changed either. The meteor is a really generous heavenly being after all."

Mason opened up the MacBook and began setting it up. He made an account, logged in, and the first he did was connect to the WiFi. He wasn't worried about the WiFi password because he found it on his phone.

The WiFi was finally connected to his MacBook and Mason opened up safari. He searched up apps he could use to make music and he found one that costed 40 dollars.

Mason pressed download and it asked him for his name, credit card number and the sorts.

It began downloading and Mason had to decide which song he could use for his first song. He couldn't use the best songs because since he was just a new artist and that would just be a waste of a good song.

He decided to use the song, White Iverson as the first song he was going to release on SoundCloud. 

He knew that it wouldn't exactly have the same impact as the original song did for Post Malone but he wasn't afraid because if it didn't help him blow up, he still had many songs in his array. On the contrary it could go the opposite and be even more of an impact on Mason's music career than it did for Post's.

He had many reasons for choosing it. First, it made Post Malone blow up. Second, it was an amazing song that stuck to people's head. And lastly, it was 1 of the only songs that he memorized from heart.

Mason was glad that he didn't spend all of his money on his music equipments because the music video for this song was an amazing piece of art as well.

It was simple and yet it was so memorable.

Mason had some problems involving the lyrics to himself but changing it wouldn't have too much impact on the song itself, or at least that's what Mason convinced to himself.

Mason wrote the lyrics down onto a notebook that he grabbed from his room and after he finished, he edited some parts of the songs that he didn't think would fit him.

However most of the song was unedited and it still felt like a banger to Mason. He practiced singing this new versions for a while before taking a sip of water.

This bottle of water costed him 5 dollars. It was from a small store he entered while waiting for the Uber. Apparently it was good for his throat.

Although he didn't really believe, he still bought it just in case it was true.

He opened up the app that just finished downloading and because it was similar to the app his teacher had the students use in order to make a beat representing the country they choose for a project, he was able to easily navigate through the app.

Mason clicked on record and without stopping, Mason sang the whole song front to back without stopping.

After he finished I recording the song, he turned the recording off. He listened to the singing and already, he knew that it was going to be easier singing with the beat so Mason closed the vocal recording and opened up external audio.

It wasn't called the same as most apps but Mason could tell that the grid controller was accessed through there.

He clicked on each indivisual square on the grid controller and listened to what kind of sounds they made. He played around with it a bit and discovered that he could change the sounds, the pitch, and basically make the sound fit to what he needed.

There was also a piano on top so he wasn't worried about songs needing pianos.

He memorized the lyrics completely but the beat was a different situation. He could sort remember how the beat went but because he couldn't listen to the song itself, he could only guess.

After a while, he knew that he couldn't even remotely replicate the beat so he had no choice but to make his own.

He thanked his teacher for teaching the class how to make music so he had to take the hard route and make a beat around his singing.

He closed the external audio and reopened the vocal recorder. He recorded himself once again but it still didn't sound like it should have. Mason kept trying again and again until he was finally satisfied with the audio.

He listened to the audio and decided to clean it up. He wasn't improving his voice with autotune, he was just trying to further isolate his voice. Although it didn't change much, it still improved the audio. 

He changed some things here and there and finally he was completely satisfied. He listened to the song and played around some beats. He recorded them separately and duplicated his vocal audio and fit them all into each indivisual beats.

By the end, Mason had over 10 different versions of White Iverson and more than 6 hours past already. He listened to each and every single 1of them till the end of the song. 


He could immediately get rid of half of the songs. He used this process to get to his final 2. He listened to them both but he still couldn't decide so he listened once more.

Then Mason said, "Fuck it. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe." Although it was childish, it worked.

He didn't delete any versions of the song, he saved them onto a file called, "White Iverson Fails 2 Hit A 3 Point Shot".

He was just having some fun with the file and didn't mean anything serious. He wanted to keep a file of his failed versions because although they weren't the best beats, they were still representations of how much hard work he had to put into stealing somebody's song.

Mason laughed at how funny it sounded in his head.

He actually wanted the file so he could turn them into beats. Although making beats wasn't all that hard, it would be easier to just take his old beat and change some things up.

There wasn't too much problems when switching up a song even if they were made to fit the song.

Mason edited the final song just a little bit and he was ready to put it onto SoundCloud. He was hoping that by releasing it onto SoundCloud first before releasing the music video, it wasn't going to influence the popularity of the song too much.

 But before he did, he needed to make a cover for this single. He actually took photoshop class in high school so it didn't take too long to make a cover.

The cover he created wasn't the same as the one Post Malone made. Mason always thought that the cover for the single could have been made better but he didn't really want to hate on it too badly because he made it before he became a professional artist after all.

Mason opened up SoundCloud and set the whole thing up before he began uploading the song.

"And there we go. Easy money. Only costed me around 5000 if I include the tax."

Mason Cohen, a regular boy with a regular name. He was a regular millennial that followed regular news about the media. Only thing different was that he was also a fan of light novels.

That was him 4 years ago. Mason was now the highest paid actor in Hollywood and the owner of the biggest company in the world. He also took the spot of number 1 song in the world.

The change in his life was sudden and was so fast that Hollywood couldn't keep up.

And it was all thanks to a shooting star.



[Upload around 10 PM to 10:45 PM everyday. If there's an extra chapter then it will be uploaded around 7:00 PM to 8:00 PM.

Also if I ever miss a day of uploading because of issues of things that causes me to be unable to upload a new chapter then I will give extra chapters the next time I upload. Every missed day = 2 chapters extra.
Example: I miss 2 days of uploading, the next time I upload, 2 chapters that day, 2 next day, 2 more third day, and 2 on the final day.

Also on new chapters if it's an extra chapter from votes, I will inform you guys what the next voting goal for an extra chapter is.]

After unpacking her clothes, Wei Na was covered in sweat. All she wanted to do now was take a nice hot shower. 'Ah.... I can't even take a proper shower because I can't wet this wound... tsk...I can only use a sponge...'

Bin Guan was busy in the kitchen washing the dirty dishes from dinner. Seeing her absent-minded expression while staring at their blank wall, he frowned, 'Could it be her menstrual cramps again? Hmm, maybe some jujube tea would help.' He quickly finished cleaning the dishes and found the container of Red Dates. 

He smiled and searched online for jujube tea recipes. Since she was daydreaming, he didn't want to bother her. He followed the Youtube video on how to remove the seeds in Red Dates and the procedures to brew the tea. After forty minutes of brewing, he nodded approvingly at his first attempt. 

Carefully, he poured the hot tea into her mug and green tea into his mug. He brought it over to the table where she was still staring out of space. As much as he wanted her to taste the jujube tea, he didn't have the heart to disturb her adorableness. She was making funny expressions. Sometimes she would smile to herself and other times her hands would cup her flushed face while letting out a soft sigh. Her eyes looked very charming from a distance and up close. 

He was sitting across from her, observing her every little expression while sipping his tea. After finishing half of the green tea, he tried a sip of her jujube tea. 'Warm... she could drink this without getting her soft lips burned.'

He put the cup of tea at the center of the table and leaned forward until their noses were close enough to poke each other. "Your jujube tea is getting cold."

Startled, she moved a bit backwards. Her reaction was pretty funny that he couldn't help his laughter, "Hahahahaha, alright honey, drink your tea."

She blushed and obediently tasted the cup of tea, "Hmmm? This is jujube tea?"

"Yep. I saw you spacing out silently, so I thought maybe it was your cramps. Drink it while it's still warm. The temperature should be just right for your sensitive lips. I know you can't stand hot drinks, so I made sure to tell you when the tea cooled down a bit." His eyes were smiling sweetly like the Red dates tea in her mug. 

"Mmmm...Pretty good." She sipped the tea and felt the warmth spread to her lower abdomen. 

"So~ What were you thinking about earlier? You were so concentrated that I didn't dare interrupt you." Finally, he could ask her what she was thinking about. He's been curious the entire time seeing her smile so beautifully.

'How could I tell him that I was thinking about my sponge shower and not being able to reach certain areas? And then this dirty mind of mine decided to send me to seductive land and imaginative pictures popped up one by one on how to seduce him... Was I that obvious with my expressions?'

Seeing her spaced out again, he waved to get her attention, "Honey.. are you feeling alright?" Her face was a bit pinker than usual, so he leaned forward to feel her forehead against his. His sudden movement caught her off guard. She instinctively closed her eyes, thinking that he wanted to kiss her.

"Nope. No fever." She blinked a few times and her cheeks felt even hotter than before. Feeling her heated cheeks, she fanned herself using her hands, "It's hot.. It's probably the jujube tea's warming effect. Can you help me wash the bathtub, so I can take my shower later? I should be finished with the tea by then."

"I'll do that now. But are you sure that you are feeling fine? I don't want you to tell me you're fine and the next second we are back at the hospital hearing Uncle Chen Mu's wise words." He stood up from the couch and walked towards the bathroom.

"Mmmm.. I'm fine..." 

'Finally, he is gone.. phew... Gosh, how did I turn a simple scrubbing shower into a steamy abs touching scene? Though we're engaged, we never saw each other fully naked before. Hmm...I wonder how many ... no no... but I'll have to ask him to scrub me later... that's the hard part. Should I wrap a towel around myself while he washes my back? Or should I...'

"Honey~ The water is ready. I cleaned the tub and filled it with water for you. Don't forget to be careful with your wound. No wetting the wound. I already took your bath towel into the bathroom, so all you need to do is choose your undergarments and pajamas." He reminded her. 

She nodded, "Okay, thanks darling~" Luckily, her drawer wasn't in the bottom drawer, so she didn't need him to help her grab her panties. Sensing his strong glances, she randomly chose her panties and pajamas.

After she had entered the bathroom and closed the door from behind, she left the door unlocked in case she needs him later. Outside of the bathroom, Bin Guan leaned against the wall. 'Hmm...what was she thinking about that made her so embarrassed?'

Inside the bathroom, Wei Na loosened the strings on both sides of her shoulders. The loose dress that she was wearing slid down her gorgeous curves and dropped to the floor. When she took off her panties and placed them in the laundry bag, she noticed that the pair of panties she randomly took from the drawer were thongs! 'God damn it! Beautiful men are always a distraction! Even a thousand Sutras won't calm this old maiden's fire out. These thongs were the ones mom gave to me yesterday followed by her naughty wink.'

Knock Knock

"Yes?" She answered.
"Just making sure that you're alright. I didn't hear any sounds coming from the bathroom, so I was worried that you were feeling discomfort somewhere." 

"No.. I'm fine." 
'How could I be fine when you are literally outside, waiting for me to come out of the shower? Geez, this is going to be a long night, even though I haven't even started cleaning my body yet.'

The warmth of the sunlight that was shining through the window landed on the girl's flawless face. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as her hands clenched onto her blanket tightly. She chanted, "No! No! Don't.. please.. I beg you stop! Ahh!!" She gasped for breath as she wiped the layer of cold sweat off her forehead. She looked at her phone and laid in bed after realizing that she was in her apartment. 'I'm safe.. it's alright.. safe..' After calming down, she took a quick shower and looked into the mirror. "Yang Ya Nuo! you got this! New day, new beginning!" She got dressed in a male school uniform and applied her makeup and wig. Within the next 15 minutes, her beautiful jade like face transformed into a handsome young man's face. "Aha! That should do it! Handsome like always. Breakfast time~" 
Since young, Ya Nuo learned how to change her voice to sound like a male's voice in case she needed it one day. Unlike girls at her age who liked to hang out with friends and go shopping, she only loves one thing, food! She works three part time jobs and is attending a famous school on a scholarship that covers full tuition. 
She cheerfully walked to the kitchen to see what's there to make for breakfast. When she opened the fridge, she saw nothing, but a piece of sausage inside. Sigh.. "I paid for rent and ran out of money to restock for grocery."
Ding Dong
"Who is it?" she said in a grumpy tone.
"Yo!" Xu Huan Hei greeted her with a hand wave.
"Is it time already? There's still half an hour before the usual time you come to get me for school." 
"Nope! But I do have something I want to discuss with you." he smiled dazzlingly. He was the school's second most popular guy that every female wished to date. The number one ranked male student was Ya Nuo. These two met each other at a young age, but due to some reason Huan Hei never found out about her female gender. 
"I'm hungry. Let's talk food first."
"Here~ i already prepared a bag of groceries and two bacon, egg, and sausage for you" he winked.
Ya Nuo smirked, "Oh? Seems like it's something important hmm? Alright, let me enjoy my breakfast as we discuss your 'favor.'"
In the middle of enjoying her bacon, egg, and sausage, she suddenly spit out the mouthful of food onto Huan Hei. 
"will you be my girlfriend?" he asked confidently.
"Are you crazy?? I'm a guy! 100% male!"
"But you are so pretty, even girls say you have feminine features. I'm sure with a little makeup you'll look very cute!"
"... what's your reason?"
"A girl keeps pestering me and chasing after me to get into a relationship with her. I told her for the past two years that I'm not interested in any relationships, but she refused to listen. I accidentally slipped out and said I actually have a girlfriend... so she asked to meet her.. and I didn't have anyone that is trustworthy enough for this job."
"No."
"Pretty please"
"No!"
"Come on~ I'll buy you lunch~"
"I'm not that cheap."
"Fine, 3 months worth of lunch and groceries!"
"Deal."
In the meantime, at a luxurious restaurant, a man with gray hair sipped his wine, "Did you guys find her yet?"
"No.. sir"
"Then why are you here? Go! Find her and bring her here! Don't come back and report bullshit to me!"
"Yes!"

*THERE IS NO RAPE OR ANY SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS NOVEL. BUT WARNING OF 18+ CONTENT*

The book cover is not mine, credits go to the original author. This novel is an original written by me, so please don’t post it anywhere else.

"The third item for the night is an exquisite piece of art by an unknown painter in the late thirteen hundreds. This particular piece has been with the King of Spain before it was gifted to his sister. Then it got stolen over the years but eventually recovered and given to the minister of U.K. who then gifted it to his daughter-in-law, who hailed from Japan," the auctioneer shared this brief history as a very beautiful painting of a woman wearing a medieval dress was unveiled to the public. "Ladies and gentlemen…I present to you 'The Maiden'."
Gasps and murmurs instantly filled the hall. A couple of men and women nodded their heads in appreciation while some looked at the auctioneer, waiting for him to reveal the starting price of this particular piece.
"The bidding will start at one million USD. I have one point five million… two million over here… I got three million… three million… ladies and gentlemen… three million... three point five…"
Lily shifted her gaze away from the auctioneer as she took a little sip of sparkling wine. "I was totally not expecting an auction like this..."
"What were you expecting?" he asked.
Lily shrugged in response. She had been through a lot of auctions, and this was honestly her first time seeing one as grand as this. "Well… it's just so extravagant."
"Half of the profits of this auction will go to the charities that my mother supported when she was still alive. We do this every year for her death anniversary," he answered, leaning on the soft cushion in his seat which looked like a throne in Lily's opinion.
They were inside one of the private rooms where people could observe or participate in the auction anonymously. In these rooms were some oversized black seats with red comfortable cushions, a small table for refreshments in the middle and a telephone to the left of one of the seats.
This telephone was connected to a professional bidder who would be the one bidding in their place. In front of them was a big and tinted floor to ceiling glass wall that would give them a view of the auction that was taking place below.
They also placed an LED TV on one end of the room in case the guests cannot see or hear the bidding that was happening below. Of course, Lily and Zhuo Jingren didn't need to turn on the TV as both of them could see what was happening below clearly.
"He is at the front row," Lily uttered. "He is waiting for you to bid."
"Hmmm… That painting is mine," he said. "It used to belong to my father."
"Then bid for it. Don't you want to earn more?" she stifled a laugh.
"Of course I do. But the price is not right yet," he said. After a couple of seconds, Zhuo Jingren unmuted his phone and uttered, "Twenty point five."
…..
Adrian's eyes instantly lit the moment he heard Zhuo Jingren's bidder make a bid. Before the bidding even started he already asked his men to find out about Zhuo Jingren's bidder. He was already expecting the latter to be in one of those private room because of his status.
"Twenty-one million from the gentleman over here…" the auctioneer held his hand towards Adrian when he saw the latter raised his hand. "Twenty-one point five million…. At Twenty-one point five million … Twenty-one point five"
"Twenty-three Million!" Adrian raised his voice even before the auctioneer could say it.
"Twenty-three Million… Twenty-three Million anyone? Twenty-three point five! Twenty-three point five million…." The Auctioneer met Adrian's eyes. "Twenty-three point five million kind sir?"
"Twenty four!" he answered before he sent a provocative glare towards Zhuo Jingren's way. According to his sources, Zhuo Jingren should be sitting in the third room. While it was tinted, he was sure that the latter was also staring at him. Adrian knew that he could not afford to offend Zhuo Jingren. So tonight, he does not really want to outbid him. All he wanted was to raise the price a little, making the latter pay for a much higher price.
Adrian glance at the painting that should be worth around seven or eight million. If he will stop now, Zhuo Jingren could pay an more than ten million US dollars of the original price. He looked at the VIP room once again a small smile was on his face. But this smile did not last long when he noticed that the auctioneer keep on repeating Twenty four million for a while now.
"Twenty four million? Twenty four last chance… Twenty four million!"
"Last chance Twenty four million? Anyone? Okay, sold!"
A boisterous applause echoed inside the hall as something cold seemed to envelop Adrian's body. Twenty-three point five million?
"Hey… are you alright?" Samantha asked, a smile was plastered all over her face. Despite the fact that the couple received another embarrassment when they arrived earlier, Samantha was still smiling, seemingly unaffected by the looks that everyone was giving them.
When they arrived a while ago, both Adrian and Samantha was shocked to find out that they actually got the dress code wrong! Both of them were wearing glittery and fancy mask with gown and three-piece suit! How embarrassing!
Adrian originally came here because of three things. First, he wanted to show off his beautiful fiancé to everyone. Second, he wanted to build some connections as everyone who came here are all influential and third, he wanted to make Zhuo Jingren pay a few more millions- as a payback for embarrassing him.
In Adrian's mind, what happened at the Bulgari was totally Zhuo Jingren's fault and not his. While Samantha would beg to disagree with this kind of reasoning, she really could not refute Adrian.
"Congratulations to the kind sir with number L0551." The auctioneer's voice interrupted Samantha's stupor.
"Hey�� Are you alright?" Samantha's question only earned a glare from Adrian. Samantha only responded his glare with another smile before she excused herself and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Since Adrian does not want her comfort, then why should she force herself? The man's attitude had been too much lately, she almost could not take it. Samantha also knew that she does not have a choice right now.
Samantha could only let out a sigh as she forced a smile on herself. She stared at her reflection on the mirror in front of her. And let out another sigh. She was already in the bathroom and to be honest, she does not feel like going back in the auction hall anymore.
"That was quite a show." Samantha almost jumped out as she stared wide eyed at Lily.
"Why are you here?" Samantha asked while trying to calm herself. She instantly washed her hands in an attempt to avoid Lily's gaze.
"I could ask you the same… but then again… this place is for women who would like to reapply their make up's no?" Lily was already standing next to Samantha. She was looking at her own reflection and smiled in approval. Lily then turned to look at Samantha a smile was on her face.
"I… You are making me uncomfortable." Samantha instantly blurted out. This Lily Zhuo is extremely different from the woman that they met yesterday. For some reason, she felt that this is a different woman at all. Is it possible that Miss Lily Zhuo have an evil twin?
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Edit: This does not affect the cost of the chapter. May 05, 202
My new novel is up! This will be the first of my Seven Deadly Sin's series!
Book1: Sloth- Lazily Yours
Book 2: Pride
Book 3: Envy
Book 4: Gluttony
Book 5: Greed
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Book 6: Lust
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There is no RAPE or MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDINGS. WARNING: FL is scheming and evil.

Like almost every dramatic romance novel, Lily Qin’s story began with an evil stepmother, a scheming stepsister, and a dumb ex-fiance. At twenty, she fell prey to their grand scheme and became the laughingstock of the country. In despair, she left.


Seven years later, Lily Qin rose from the ashes.


She was labeled as an empress, an iron lady, a genius, and a prodigy. She was Miss Tycoon.


Now, at twenty-seven, Lily Qin was an established businesswoman who was single-handedly controlling her multinational company abroad. She was beautiful, smart, and successful. Women envied her while men couldn’t help but worship her ethereal beauty.


With her devastating past, everyone had assumed that Lily would exact revenge on the people who had wronged her. Who would have guessed that behind that beaming smile of hers was a numb heart that aimed only to make more profit?

"You got it wrong." Lily elegantly propped her chin on the back of her hand. "I am seeing you today because we have something in common. We're both villains in somebody else's eyes. And I think it's time for us villains to get our own happy ending. Don't you think so?"


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Zhuo Jingren’s love for Lily Qin was something that only he knew. Ever since they were children, he had his eyes on her. Yet, every time he had tried to confess, he would end up fainting from nervousness.


So when Lily Qin promised to marry him if he became richer than her, Zhou Jingren did not hesitate to leave the orphanage and work his way up just to become her man.


Who would have thought that years later, when he was successful and feared by many, he would come back to an engaged Lily Qin?


Then she mistook him for an escort after eating his tofu? Preposterous!


The worst thing was, she seemed to have forgotten everything about him. Hadn’t she promised to marry him the moment he became more prominent than her family? Now, after taking advantage of him, she dared to run away?

This woman was a liar!

He gritted his teeth as he watched her approach him. He was about to say something mean when she suddenly spoke. “Are you my new bodyguard?” She did not even wait for him to answer before tossing her car keys at him. “Drive. Let’s go wreak some havoc.”


Thus, the mafia’s big boss became Lily Qin’s bodyguard.


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"So? What do you want as a compensation?" Zhuo Jingren asked her once again before laying down next to her. His elbow was resting on the ground and his palm was supporting his head as he looked at her intently. 

The first thing that Lily noticed about Zhuo Jingren when he laid next to her was his exposed tanned chest. This made him look more casual… and hot. She didn't even realize she was staring at the latter.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He smirked at her. "Do you want me to compensate you with my body?"

Lily immediately rolled her eyes at the latter. "Who wants your body? Hmp! I want money!"

"Your mind is always thinking of money but your body actually betrays you. Am I right to say that I have a shameless wife?"

"Hah! I am a strong and independent woman of the 21st century. I know what I want. But if you insist on giving your body, I will take it too!" Lily shamelessly said, taking off her stilettos. However, just when Lily was about to lie down beside Zhuo Jingren, he suddenly pulled her on top of him. With her body on top of his, their faces were really close and they could even feel each other's breath. 

"What a shameless woman," he noted, the smile on his face only deepened.


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I had bad history with Akari's lab. He wouldn't kill me but he did beat me up if I did something wrong. He did experiments on me while I was awake. 

Sometimes I would wake up to my entire body soaked in sweat. I changed the bed sheets excessively.

This night terror was different, worse. It was the same until the end, Akari was there.

He also had powers. He could manipulate what you see. He had obviously found me. The room around me suddenly turned black, I couldn't see anything. He appeared out of no where. He had his usual white doctors coat. It blinded me for a few seconds. He suddenly appeared behind me.

"I'm surprised you remember me" he said walking around me. His voice bouncing from wall to wall as he walked around me. "How long has it been, Zero? Six months? Long time" he said. "Oh have I missed you" 
"Missed torturing me, you mean?" I answered back.
"It's funny how you thought you could get away from me, I have powers remember and I know you're location" 

I woke up, sweat dripping from my head. It was 03:24 am. I rushed to the bathroom to clear my head and to wash the sweat off my head.

Ena walked into the bathroom, she saw that I was a mess. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, softly. I didn't respond. I just stared at myself in the mirror. "Another nightmare?" I nodded. "It's normal to have nightmares, but not every single day. How bad was your life before you came here?" 

No one knew about Akari's lab except Eri. 

"I was being experimented on and abused" I stuttered.
"Experimented on? While you were awake?" she asked. I silently nodded not making any eye contact. Ena left me to my own intrusive thoughts.

His words bounced around in my head.

CAUTION: INVOLVES GRAPHIC AND INVOLVES VIOLENCE

About a boy who escapes the lab that he is being tested and has superhuman powers

Charles Gaunt POV

Charles left the Headmaster's Office soon after. He had a lot on his mind, and he needed time to himself in order to digest it all. The conversation with Dumbledore became more forced as Charles began struggling to feign interest in anything other than his own thoughts. Perhaps noticing that was why Dumbledore had let him go so quickly. 

Outside the Office, Professor Snape stood waiting for him, looking most unhappy. "Took your dear time in there, didn't you?" he drawled out slowly.

"Yes Professor." 

Snape's dark eyes darted over Charles at his short response, analysing him. He turned and marched off, "Follow me," was all he said, and Charles listened. Ten minutes later, they were back in the dungeons, stood outside the damp wall that hid the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

"I presume you aren't daft enough to have forgotten the password already," Snape said down to him. The walk had given Charles enough time to collect his bearings.

"I'm not Sir."

Snape scoffed, "Good. Then go find your bed. Some rest will do your mind well." 

'Was he trying to be nice?' It didn't matter. Charles spoke the password, 'Heritage', and entered the common room. The fireplaced burned brighter than when he had left, and he enjoyed the feeling of heat hitting his skin. While he still thought the fire wasn't doing enough, he had to admit it was at least warmer than during his walk outside.

Charles made his way towards the rightmost tunnel, which the prefect had said was the dormitories for the boys. 

"Wait up!" Theo called from one of the corner sofas. He jogged over, a large book under his arm. 

"Your meeting with the Headmaster over?" 

Charles nodded and looked around the room, "Did you wait here by yourself?"

Theo shook his head, "Nah Blaise was with me till a few minutes ago. He's having a shower right now." 

'Fair enough, wouldn't mind a shower myself.'

"Anyways, how was it? It's not every day you get to meet with the Albus Dumbledore, you know," Theo asked curiously, as they walked towards their dorm.

"Odd," said Charles, thinking back. "But informative."

"Really? My father's always called him an old fool and stuff. Was just wondering if he was right."
Charles recalled Dumbledore's earlier antics and laughed. "He might be right. Snape certainly didn't seem to like him that much." Theo smiled, apparently pleased Charles hadn't disagreed.

At the end of the passageway was a circular room, with four doors evenly spaced across the walls and a stairway leading up. "The stairs are for the older students. Each year gets a floor and the higher up ones are more private," Theo said walking to the door on the right. "Draco, Crabbe and Goyle are in the left room. Hope you don't mind sharing with Blaise and I."

"Sounds fun," Charles laughed as Theo opened the door. Inside their dorm was a much cosier room, with wooden floors instead of stone and despite there being no fire or radiator, the temperature was higher than in the common room. The room look like it was designed to fit four beds inside but instead there were only three. Charles reasoned that one was removed to make space for the expensive looking glass table on their right. Each of the beds were adorned in the colours of the Slytherin house, green quilts and silver pillows and he saw that the bed closest to the table had his belongings beside it.

Charles moved to start unpacking, transferring his books, inks and quills to his new bedside drawers. His eyes paused on the paper, pens and paintbrushes he had packed. It had been a while since last drew or painted something, not since the day he found out about magic and tried painting Professor McGonagall's flower spell. Emily had all but demanded for it when she first found it. The memory brought a smile to his face.

"You paint?" came a voice behind him and Charles peered his head around to see Blaise, fresh out of the shower in his pyjamas, his curly hair still wet. Charles nodded. 

"When I have the time. I mainly draw though," Charles told him. Blaise was a quiet person, even more so than him. He hadn't said much at dinner, only chiming in occasionally to make a joke, or correct someone. He seemed like a nice guy but, unlike with Theo, Charles knew he would have to be the one to carry the conversation. 

Charles was more than aware he wasn't the best speaking partner, eleven years of distancing yourself from other people would do that to a person, and though he personally felt like he was making great strides towards getting better at it, it would take a while longer to get to Theo or Tracey's level.

'Blaise should be a good person to practise with.' Having decided, Charles now had to think of a way to continue the conversation. 'Suppose I should go with the obvious follow up question.' He opened his mouth to speak – 

"That's cool man!" Theo exclaimed excitedly, stopping Charles's efforts before they started. "Blaise here is always trying to get me to paint with him when he comes over, but I'm not any good at it."

"You just don't put enough effort into it," Blaise said, earning an eye roll from Theo.

"Sure thing, Bimp." He turned to Charles, "Bring any of your drawings with you?"

"I only brought paper and a new sketchbook," Charles replied. The paper was from a stockpile he had borrowed from his last school's printer, but the sketchbook, pens, brushes and paint were gifts from Sam. He was grateful to her as he was finally able to replace what he had sto –, borrowed from art class.

"Shame. Well, dibs on being the first to see your next piece," Theo joked. 

"Want to paint together sometime later this week? I was thinking on our way up to the castle, that the Black Lake should make a really good subject during the day," Blaise asked before Charles could say a word of agreement.

"I'm down," said Charles, liking the idea. 'Gotta help Tracey with her homework and do some painting with Blaise.' Things were going well and by the end of the week, Charles reasoned that Tracey would be indebted to him, and Blaise would consider him a good friend. The thought brought a smile to his face.

"Are we just going to be painting the lake? Doesn't that seem a little boring. I mean, its just going to be one colour in the end," Theo complained as he added himself to the outing.

"Its not just the lake. You can draw the castle or trees or even add something that isn't actually there to begin with," Blaise told him, likely already coming up with ideas himself. "Wait, you're coming?"

Theo laughed, "Of course I'm coming! Did you think I was going to just let my mates ditch me and go have fun on their own?"

"You're just going to mess about, aren't you?" Blaise sighed.

"You wound me!" Theo cried in an exaggeratedly sorrowful tone. "And to think, that my own friend would doubt my love for art and lakes. I've misjudged you, Blaise!"

Blaise ignored him, "Charles what about painting Theo after he's been dumped into the lake?"

"Sounds like it has the making of a true masterpiece," Charles had to hold in a laugh when he saw Theo's horror-stricken face. 

"Surely, you wouldn't…" 

"We should keep this to ourselves, wouldn't want news of such an event to get out," said Blaise, his naturally stoic face giving no sign of falsity in his words.

"Yes, you're right," Charles agreed. "Artists from all over the world would come if they heard of such an opportunity." Blaise finally broke character, falling into a fit of laughter. It was infectious. Soon all three of them were laughing hysterically, though by the end of it they almost couldn't remember why. 

They talked for a while longer as Charles unpacked the last of his clothes. Most of what was said were nonsensical and silly in Charles's opinion, but he enjoyed it all nonetheless. It had gotten rather late and Charles entered the washroom connected to their room in order to have a shower. It seemed Theo planned to have a shower in the morning as he was currently too tired.

Charles twisted the knob that turned on the shower and relished as the warm sprinkling water fell upon his skin. There was no dial or option to manually change the waters temperature, but it wasn't needed, if Charles wanted the water hotter, it would get hotter, and the same for cold. It felt strange at first, but he got used to it quickly, it was beyond convenient. 

The steaming water helped his mind relax as the day's exhaustion finally came on. Whether it was due to the comfort of the shower or the sleepiness he now felt, Charles had spent too long washing up and by the time he was done drying off and had brushed his teeth, his roommates were already asleep.

He turned off the bathroom light and quietly crawled into his bed, not caring that his damp hair was wetting the pillow. It was comfy, the linens soothing as he wrapped them around himself. He closed his eyes, and the pull of sleep came quickly, and soon after Charles found himself dreaming.

Suddenly the warmth he had felt was gone, replaced by cold winds and even colder water that didn't quite reach up to his ankles but submerged his feet enough for them to freeze. The air tasted stale as he breathed in and the darkness was fear inducing, preventing him from seeing anything at all. But he didn't panic, not yet anyways. 

Charles wondered about, often walking into hard and damp stone walls as he did. The more he walked, the clearer his thoughts became. Where was he? Why was he there? His mind rotated through the questions faster and faster, with no answers coming to mind. 

It felt like hours had passed since he first found himself in these tunnels. At least he thought they were tunnels. He kept to one side of the wall. Occasionally it would branch off to the left, or curve to the right. He did his best to remember the route, but the longer he walked the more useless it felt. He could no longer feel his feet, having lost the sensation to the cold. 

It had been so long now. Charles felt the fear he had pushed to the side returning again, and this time, he didn't have the strength to hold it back. He didn't want to be here any longer. His stomach churned in hunger and his thirst was beginning to become unbearable, yet he dared not drink the water on the ground. Even more unbearable, however, was the ever-growing prickle against his neck that made him feel as though he was being watched and with it came the truest feeling of fear he had ever felt.

He kept walking, he had to, if he stopped, he knew he would be caught. Hours passed and the exhaustion threatened to put him to sleep, part of Charles wanted to let it. By now he could hear it behind him, getting closer, there were no footsteps, only the sounds of sounding scraping against the wall as it moved. He doubted the creature had legs. 

He stopped. This wasn't working. If he kept moving, eventually his legs would give out and he would be left defenceless. He doubted he would survive a confrontation with whatever it was but if his chances were the same whether he continued running or not, then he knew what his choice would be. He turned to face what was coming.

Seconds passed and Charles realised the creature was closer than he had thought. Still he saw nothing. Its moving stopped, it was in front of him now, he knew it. Charles felt the creature breath hit against him and for a moment, he was glad he couldn't see. 

Charles stood still, it took everything he had just to hold his ground. But nothing happened. The monster hadn't left, its exhales still brushed past him, but it did nothing, instead choosing to remain still in its place, just as Charles was. 

It wanted him to make the first move.

The silence carried on. Charles took the time to build up his courage once more, but it didn't come easily. Why was this happening? Why him? Was he going to die? It was unfair. He had so little in his life, and the moment things started going his way, this is what happened. Worst of all he would die never knowing why. He hated it. His eyes stung but no tears fell.

His fear and confusion twisted themselves into anger and spite. The feeling of unfairness, not just what he felt towards the creature, but everything else too. From his parents abandonment to the petty ignoring of existence he faced growing up. 

The emotions brought him comfort and focus and he directed all of it at his prey. "WHO ARE YOU!" he hissed aggressively. The way the words left his lips felt different, it felt strong to speak in such a way. It felt natural.

His adversary finally moved, getting even closer ever so slowly. It spoke for the first time, its voice slow and callous and cruel, "LITTLE SSNAKE… SSS… I SSEE YOU… SSSSS…"

-

"Huh!?" Charles awoke, jumping upwards along with a loud gasp for air. He panted, trying to calm his body down. He was covered in goosebumps and dripping in cold sweat with his sheets sticking to his skin.

"What's wrong Charles? A nightmare?" Apparently, his abrupt awakening had been loud enough to knock Blaise out of slumber as well.

"Must have been," Charles replied, not really understanding what had happened himself. He tried to remember what his dream was, but it alluded him.

'Last thing I remember was getting into bed… Ah! My head!' Raising his hand to his head, Charles was pleasantly surprised by his own cool touch, it really helped against his oncoming headache. 

"What time is it?" Charles asked quietly, not wanting to wake Theo up as well.

"Five to six," Blaise told him after checking the small clock on top of his drawer. "Breakfast won't start being served for another hour."

Charles nodded, "I see." It would have been nice to go back to sleep, but he felt restless. 'Must be first day jitters.' He turned back to Blaise, "Sorry for waking you up, you can go back to –   
 He paused, his roommate was sniggering to himself about something.

"What's so funny?" Charles asked. 

"You!" Blaise snorted. "Your hair's gone crazy I tell you!" 

Charles ruffled his hand through his naturally messy hair, "That bad?"

"I think you just made it worse," Blaise let out a laugh which was followed by a tired yawn.

Not wanting to stop his friend from getting some extra sleep, Charles got out of bed. "You should back to sleep. I'm gonna go sort out his mess," he said pointing to his hair. Blaise nodded and leant back into his bed as Charles entered the bathroom.

One look in the mirror was enough to what had amused Blaise so much. His bed hair was out of control, long strands flying out in seemingly every direction. He was used to having bed hair, but this was worse than usual. 

After uselessly fiddling about with it, trying to get it sit how he wanted it, he gave up and elected to have another shower. He was all sweaty from his sleep and didn't feel clean despite having washed just a few hours ago. Plus he was hoping the water would help reset his hair.

The drizzling warm water soothed his body and his headache disappeared, along with his tiredness. They were replaced with the anticipation of his first day of lessons at Hogwarts. His mind no longer dwelled on whatever dream had gotten him to wake up in such a rut and instead pondered how the day would go. Would it be everything he imagined it to be or better. Most of all he hoped he would get to learn some magic.

"Abracadabra," he joked to himself.

Charles, an orphan with only a first name, has his life plans flipped upside down when he receives a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, proclaiming him a wizard and inviting him there to learn.

Unable to resist the allure of a magical school, he accepts the invitation. Charles is looking forward to making friends at Hogwarts, but what will happen when he realises that hidden inside the castle walls, are many dangerous secrets and it's already hard enough just looking out for himself?

Can a boy with no knowledge of his heritage escape it, or is he destined to repeat his family's mistakes.

Either way Charles needs some sleep. He's been getting more and more Gaunt as the days go by.


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