Unthinkable Thoughts

The decor of the Rose Hotel made it easy to develop a favorable impression. Its simple, comfortable color scheme, along with the faint scent of roses throughout the hotel, left both body and mind feeling refreshed.

At the innermost end of the top floor, Yun Chuan found the plaque for Red Ocean. There were only a few rooms on the top floor. The plaques before it bore names such as Blue Enchantress, Pink Tenderness, Yellow Sincerity, White Innocence, and Green Farewell. At the very end was this Red Ocean room.

The door was the same color as its name. The bright-red door was adorned with beautiful dark-red crystal roses, and beside the red crystal roses was a line of small vertical lettering: Red Ocean, the ocean of love.

The last time Yun Chuan had stayed here, he had only rented an ordinary room, so he was rather curious about the hotel's top-tier suites. If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be the place where Tang San and the others had stayed in the original story. Tsk, staying in a couples' suite at such a young age. The world really was going downhill.

Shaking his head lightly as he lamented the decline of public morals, he took out the key and opened the door. The room was enormous. The living room alone before him covered more than fifty square meters. Every piece of furniture inside was silver, carved with exquisite patterns, while the crimson carpet was covered in raised red rose designs.

What surprised Yun Chuan most, however, was the enormous red heart piled high with roses in the center of the living room. The heart covered nearly two square meters and must have taken at least a thousand roses to make. A delicate ribbon hung from it, bearing a line of words: One thousand and one—you are my only one.

Aside from those one thousand and one roses, elegant vases were placed throughout the room, each filled with fiery red roses. Their rich fragrance permeated every corner, and the captivatingly romantic atmosphere was enough to make one dizzy.

"Heh, that Dai Mubai really knows how to enjoy himself." Yun Chuan looked around and thought, Looks like I didn't hit him hard enough earlier. But it didn't matter. While treating him just now, he had conveniently modified his body a little.

He had not actually done much—only tampered with Dai Mubai's kidneys a little, making him lose interest in women from now on. The kind where he would not even be able to get hard...

After all, how could someone focus on cultivation while indulging in women? As a teacher, Yun Chuan had the responsibility and obligation to help him rid himself of this bad habit. Once he understood that women were nothing but beautiful skeletons, he could devote himself to cultivation and eventually attain enlightenment.

"Little Dai, there's no need to thank your teacher. This is simply what a teacher ought to do..." he muttered, deeply convinced that he had done a great deed.

Yun Chuan casually shut the door and strolled inside. After looking around, he finally entered the bedroom and was stunned again. As expected, there was only one bed in the bedroom—but this huge bed, which occupied nearly half the entire room, was heart-shaped.

Pale-red gauze curtains draped down from the ceiling, concealing the space above the heart-shaped bed and giving it a dreamlike beauty. Red rose bedding, pillows patterned with red roses—everything carried an intense air of intimacy that made one's blood race.

"Hmm, living alone in a room like this feels pretty lonely." Yun Chuan stroked his smooth chin, where no beard had yet grown, and muttered, "It would be even better if I had a female companion right now." As he said this, the images of Qian Renxue and Hu Liena reflexively surfaced in his mind, stirring something within him for no apparent reason.

"Ah... so I've reached that age too."

Feeling the changes in his body, Yun Chuan scratched his hair. He was beginning to regret taking this room. As a single man, sleeping in a room filled with suggestive hints everywhere was simply torture.

The surrounding environment made it far too easy for him to let his imagination run wild. Say, wouldn't he end up having an erotic dream tonight?

"Forget it, stop thinking nonsense! I should take a bath and get to sleep early." Shaking his head hard, Yun Chuan took out a change of clothes from his Storage Ring and headed toward the bathroom.

The night passed without incident.

The next day.

Yun Chuan awoke on the soft, fragrant heart-shaped bed. The moment his consciousness returned, he immediately sensed something unusual below his waist. He covered his face at once, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone.

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere around him last night, he had actually had an erotic dream... There had been many female leads in the dream, but most importantly, one woman who absolutely should not have appeared had appeared as well.

When Yun Chuan woke up, he felt utterly awful.

"Having an erotic dream is one thing. After all, I've reached puberty now. But I actually dreamed of..." Feeling too ashamed to face anyone, Yun Chuan rolled around fiercely on the bed. It was simply too challenging to the values he had always held.

After a while, the embarrassment faded somewhat.

Yun Chuan finally got up and walked toward the bathroom with slightly unnatural steps. In his current state, he had no choice but to take another bath.

Twelve years old—Soul Masters in this world developed physically earlier than ordinary people to begin with. Twelve was equivalent to fifteen or sixteen, so having one's first wet dream was perfectly reasonable and logical, right?

It was nothing. After all, it was something every man experienced.

Yun Chuan began finding all sorts of reasons to comfort himself, but what truly made him feel ashamed was not the unusual condition of his body upon waking. It was last night's dream... It had made him realize that his heart was not as pure as he had imagined. He actually harbored such an unthinkable thought.

Now that he thought about it, it actually felt rather exciting...

"No, no! She's... How can I have such an unthinkable thought!" Yun Chuan shook his head hard and slapped his cheeks with both hands. Forget it! Forget it! Forget it already!

"Inhale... exhale..."

Yun Chuan took several deep breaths and tried hard to compose himself. He hypnotized himself: Young man, you are a pure person, someone free from vulgar tastes, someone of noble character, someone with upright values, so... you absolutely cannot have such unthinkable thoughts!

After closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths, Yun Chuan even began silently reciting the core socialist values from his previous life—prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, and friendship!

It was as though he wanted to forge those twenty-four words into a sword of wisdom, constantly cutting away the improper delusions in his mind until his heart was as still as water and every romantic thought had vanished!

After a long while.

When Yun Chuan opened his eyes again, his gaze had returned to calmness. It seemed the sword of wisdom formed from the twenty-four words worked quite well. At that moment, he had already forced himself not to think about that particularly troubling matter, because if he thought any deeper, he feared that his moral values and outlook on life would be completely overturned. By then, everything would fall into an irretrievable state.