Wedding Night

The crimson canopy, the soft bed.

A rich rouge scent continuously flooded his nostrils.

Shen Lin lay on the bed, eyes wide, and muttered softly:

"I've transmigrated?"

From a high-ranking executive of a listed company to a mere constable in Qiulin County, the shift in status was hard for him to accept at first.

But whether it was the retro-decorated room before him or the fragmented memories in his mind, they all reminded Shen Lin.

This was no crude joke.

In this world, demons and monsters were everywhere. Even a behemoth like the Great Wei Dynasty couldn't completely clear out all the demons and monsters within its borders.

The previous owner of this body was twenty years old this year. His mother had passed away early, and his father was a soldier on the frontier who died in battle the year before last.

Having been idle all along, the previous owner had no choice but to use the pension money given by the court to bribe people in the county yamen and become a constable, barely managing to secure a stable livelihood as an official.

The memories in his mind hadn't been fully processed yet, but Shen Lin had gained some understanding of this world and information about the previous owner.

However, regarding his current situation, Shen Lin was a bit clueless.

Just as he tried to get up, his vision went black, and his muscles ached intensely, as if he had just been hit by a cement truck.

"Hiss..."

Taking a sharp breath, Shen Lin leaned back and panted for a moment, carefully observing his surroundings.

As far as his eyes could see, everything appeared festive.

Red candles, "Double Happiness" stickers.

The tables, chairs, and benches were all made of rosewood, and on them were placed abundant dishes, which were still steaming.

Is this... my wedding night?

Looking down at his naked body, Shen Lin's expression turned somewhat strange, feeling that the timing of his transmigration was...

Awkward!

Someone finally got married, and he transmigrated over.

What a peculiar cuckoldry plot.

But...

Shen Lin looked around with some confusion and discovered a problem.

Where did the bride go?

Was she pretty?

He didn't have any lewd thoughts, just simple curiosity.

After resting for a while, the dizzying sensation subsided slightly. Just as Shen Lin was about to get out of bed to put on clothes, he suddenly noticed a few lines of text appearing in his vision, gradually becoming clear.

[Shen Lin]

[Martial Arts Mastery: Blood Battle Saber Technique (Minor Accomplishment)]

[Cultivation Technique Mastery: None]

[Remaining Lifespan: Forty-three years]

[Demon/Monster Lifespan: None]

[Can consume lifespan to deduce cultivation techniques and martial arts, and gain improvements.]

"This is..."

Shen Lin reached out his hand in confusion, wanting to touch it, but found that his hand passed right through.

Could it be...

This is the benefit of being a transmigrator?

A system?

Blood Battle Saber Technique...

In his memory, it seemed to be a martial art that the previous owner learned after joining the county yamen.

In this world where demons and monsters ran rampant, the Great Wei Dynasty still officially controlled vast territories.

Naturally, it was because humans could also cultivate and obtain powerful abilities.

According to the previous owner's understanding, the Blood Battle Saber Technique was the most basic cultivation method. If practiced diligently and mastered, it could stimulate the body's vital energy and blood, granting strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

So, the function of his system was to speed up cultivation progress by consuming lifespan?

However, there was a problem here.

What was the purpose of cultivation?

Of course, it was to extend one's life and live longer than ordinary mortals.

But this system actually required deducting lifespan to accelerate cultivation...

What's the difference between that and winning five million in the lottery, only to spend the rest of your life working 996 for a capitalist?

Can't I just practice it myself?

Ridiculous!

Just as Shen Lin's expression turned strange and he couldn't help but want to curse, a light set of footsteps approached from outside the house.

Shen Lin was about to call out when he suddenly froze, his face instantly turned pale, and he immediately lay still, pretending to still be unconscious.

Creak.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a figure in a red dress floated in.

Beneath the red dress were a pair of fair, long legs.

Looking up, one would notice the person's curves, and the bright red wedding dress complemented their charming face.

The bride had arrived.

However, this charming bride was currently holding a wriggling, tattered sack in her hand.

The sack looked like it weighed at least a hundred pounds, yet the seemingly delicate bride carried it with one hand, showing no effort at all.

With a thud, she threw the sack onto the ground, stretched lazily, and twisting her slender waist, slowly walked to the table and sat down.

She picked up a wine glass, poured herself a drink, and just as she was about to down it, her ears twitched, and she let out a soft sound.

"Hehehe."

With a laugh like silver bells, she put down the wine glass, picked up the wine pot, and poured another.

"Husband~"

Her charming voice entered his ears, like someone tickling the bottom of his heart, incredibly alluring.

But Shen Lin, lying on the bed, didn't dare to move an inch, remaining as still as a corpse.

The bride glanced at the cold sweat seeping from Shen Lin's temples, chuckled, and continued, "Husband, since you're awake, why not have a drink with your wife?"

"Or perhaps..."

"You weren't satisfied with the previous session, and you wish to indulge once more?"

The bride, saying these words, seemed a little shy, a blush appearing on her fair face.

Seeing that Shen Lin didn't respond, she slowly got up, untied her sash, and slowly said:

"If that's the case, your wife..."

At this moment, Shen Lin suddenly opened his eyes, enduring the pain in his body, and slowly sat up.

Seeing this, the bride stopped her actions, her gaze towards Shen Lin somewhat strange.

"Husband's body... is actually sturdier than I imagined."

Shen Lin smiled, his voice gentle as he said, "If my wife has a request, I naturally must do my utmost to satisfy it."

The bride bashfully lowered her head, her voice dropping several degrees as she said, "Oh, you! Why didn't I notice my husband was so eloquent just now."

However, this state only lasted for a breath or two before she suddenly stood up, preparing to blow out the candle.

"Wait, my wife!"

Shen Lin suddenly spoke to stop her, his face filled with confusion, "What is my wife doing?"

"Your wife naturally wishes to share another intimate moment with her husband. Does my husband... not like it?"

As she spoke these words, her expression was pitiful, and any man would be compelled to hold her in his arms and cherish her.

Shen Lin seemed unable to suppress the heat in his heart, involuntarily swallowing.

"If that's the case, why blow out the candle?"

Upon hearing Shen Lin's words, the bride's face immediately flushed, and she whispered, "Then... that's fine too. It's inconvenient in the dark, and if this dress gets stained, it would be troublesome..."

As she spoke, she swayed her steps and slowly walked to the bedside, the two mounds on her chest heaving.

"Then, husband... let your wife, savor it properly!"

She opened her cherry-like mouth and slowly leaned down.

During this process, a thick liquid oozed from the corner of her mouth, and her originally fair skin began to tear little by little.

A pair of horizontally widening mandibles broke through her skin, revealing themselves, like an insect's mouthparts.

But in the next moment, a long, dark object was directly shoved into her hideous mouthparts.