“【Team Quest Initiation 01】”
Player Liu Ruoxi must add the Controller on WeChat using a secondary account, send seductive photos to entice the Controller, and identify herself as a lustful bitch craving to be trained by others. Reward: 10 points.
“【Team Quest 02】”
Player Liu Ruoxi must inadvertently allow the Controller to discover her real-world identity. Reward: 20 points.
“【Team Quest 03】”
Player Liu Ruoxi must guide the Controller into issuing a training task. Reward: 30 points.
“【Team Quest 04】” Player Liu Ruoxi and a teammate must together undergo training by the Controller for 30 minutes. Reward: 40 points.
Special Requirement: During Team Quest 04, Player Liu Ruoxi must take the dominant role, guiding her teammate to complete the task. Additional reward: 50 points and one set of exclusive professional equipment.
Time Limit: Seven days!
Liu Ruoxi stared blankly at the task requirements on the mission panel. After a while, she secretly made a decision.
…
After her mother finished cooking, the family gathered around the dining table for dinner. The spread included garlic shoots with pork belly, braised eggplant, boiled shrimp, egg drop soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, and squirrel-shaped mandarin fish—five dishes and one soup, featuring both fish and meat. Liu Ruoxi’s culinary skills were excellent, and the meal looked as delicious as it was visually appealing. Yang Haoran devoured the food with gusto.
Due to the strained relationship between her parents, the family ate mostly in silence, exchanging only a few brief words. Most of the conversation consisted of Yang Haoran complimenting his mother’s cooking.
After the meal, Yang Haoran volunteered to stay and help his mother wash the dishes. Yang Mengyao also wanted to assist, but Yang Haoran shooed her away. While others might see this as a filial gesture, Liu Ruoxi knew exactly what he was thinking.
Seeing that her son had sent Mengyao away and was diligently gathering bowls, plates, and chopsticks from the table, she said with a faint smile gracing her stunning features:
“Haoran, since you’re being so helpful today, you can wash the dishes all by yourself.”
“Uh…” Yang Haoran, who had just stacked the plates, felt like crying at this dreadful news. Was it so hard to just have a moment alone with his mother?
In the end, Yang Haoran tearfully washed the dishes by himself.
After finishing the dishes, he returned to his room on the second floor. He remembered that Shiwen hadn’t come to school today. Slumping onto his bed in a languid pose, he picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and clicked on the contact labeled “Shiwen.” He sent a message:
“Shiwen, why weren’t you at school today?”
After sending it, he didn’t expect an immediate reply and was about to exit the chat when the interface refreshed with a new message:
“Ran into some things. Not sure how to tell you.”
Curious, Yang Haoran quickly typed back: “What’s up? We’re brothers—what can’t you tell me?”
The message was sent, but the other side didn’t reply immediately. After waiting about thirty seconds with no response, Yang Haoran didn’t think much of it and decided to ask Shiwen in person at school tomorrow.
He turned off his phone screen and placed it on the bedside table. But just then, the black screen lit up, followed by a notification tone.
“Damn… messing with me,” Yang Haoran muttered, grabbing his phone again. He unlocked it with his fingerprint and opened the app.
“It’s about my mom.”
Seeing those six words, Yang Haoran was speechless. After all that hesitation, Shiwen had only sent a few words. If Shiwen were here, he’d feel like beating him up.
But since the message mentioned the Devil Shen, his curiosity was piqued. Suppressing his impatience, he typed again: “What happened? Tell me the details.”
This time, the reply came quickly.
“I don’t know how to say it.”
Yang Haoran was furious—he hated it when people played games like this. But the more evasive Shiwen was, the more curious he became. Clearly, Shiwen was hesitating, wanting to tell him but holding back for some reason.
Before he could patiently type out a reassuring follow-up question, another message came through.
“My mom has a study. It’s always locked, and she keeps it mysterious—never lets me in. But after breakfast today, she had something to do and left early in the morning.”
Then a second message popped up.
“I didn’t think much of it. When I was about to leave for school, I noticed the study door wasn’t locked. Out of curiosity, I went in.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have gone in.”
From the third message, Yang Haoran could tell Shiwen was feeling down. But with the story cut off there, he was itching to know what had happened.
The whole thing sounded like some mystery or horror story—maybe even something supernatural. Yang Haoran’s mind was buzzing with wild guesses, but he gave up and typed back, urging Shiwen to continue. If he didn’t spill the beans, Yang Haoran would make sure to teach him a lesson tomorrow. This was torture.
“And then?” he sent.
Soon, Shiwen replied.
“When I went into the study, nothing seemed off at first. But if everything were normal, why would my mom keep it locked and hidden from me?”
“So I searched the study. I even went through the books on the shelves but found nothing.”
“Finally, I looked at the laptop on the desk. It was password-protected. I didn’t know the password, so I tried a few random guesses. I entered my birthday—wrong. Then my mom’s birthday—also wrong.”
“In the end, I had no choice and was about to give up. So I randomly typed in your birthday.”
The long, story-like message had Yang Haran on edge. The last line mentioned his birthday—was it really the correct password?
As Yang Haoran wondered, another message popped up after twenty seconds, confirming his guess.
“Your birthday was the correct password.”
“I opened the laptop. The interface was clean—just some software and an unnamed folder.”
“I opened the folder and found several subfiles labeled like novel titles. I clicked into them and saw they were all pornographic stories. At that point, I thought my mom was just secretly reading erotica.”
“It wouldn’t be a big deal for my mom to read porn, even if the content was a bit… I don’t know how to describe it. But then I noticed a writing software on the desktop. Maybe I should have left then and pretended I knew nothing.”
“Yet my curiosity made me open the software. It had several categories with titles matching the folder. When I opened them, I realized the dense text was the original manuscript of those stories I’d just seen.”
The message ended there.