This Is Called Bra

The next day at dawn, An Yang woke up.

The sky was already bright, and sunlight streamed in through the tattered window. Nie Xiaoqian, who had been beside him, had already disappeared, leaving behind only a quilt creased from sleep.

He thought about it, but still decided not to say goodbye to Yan Chixia. He picked up the Demon Core of the Black Mountain Old Demon and tucked it close to his body.

"Go back!"

A flash of light appeared before his eyes, and he suddenly found himself in his rented apartment. This time, the system had actually pinpointed the right location.

An Yang touched the bead inside his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief. He then went into his room and changed into a set of casual clothes before opening the door and heading out.

After eating dry rations at Lanruo Temple for more than a month, his mouth had practically forgotten what real food tasted like.

An Yang found a restaurant with a fairly good reputation and ordered several plates of meat and fish. Under the astonished gaze of the waiter, he ate every last bite.

He took out his phone. No one had called him, and no one had sent him a message. That made sense. Although he had spent more than a month at Lanruo Temple and had experienced so much that it felt like a long time had passed, only three days had passed in the real world. For an ordinary office worker, going three days without anyone contacting him was perfectly normal.

He paid the bill and left!

Now that he had finally learned the Kunlun Art, he had not yet had the chance to properly cultivate it.

An Yang deliberately took a car to the countryside outside Jinguan City. He found an uninhabited stretch of mountain forest and glanced around. Then he suddenly bit through the index finger of his left hand, drew blood, and painted a Yin Yang fish pattern in the center of his right palm!

"His... That really hurts!"

"Heaven and Earth, Limitless! Cosmos Borrow Law!"

An Yang suddenly thrust a palm forward. He felt an inexplicable force surge from within him—violent and powerful.

Boom!

With a muffled explosion, the stone wall ahead suddenly blew apart as though explosives had been buried there in advance. Dust and sand shot into the sky, leaving behind a huge hole.

"What incredible power!"

An Yang marveled at it. After much hesitation, he had ultimately chosen Yan Chixia's spell, "Heaven and Earth, Limitless! Cosmos Borrow Law." Now, it seemed he had not chosen wrongly. The only problem was that its effects were too dramatic, making it unsuitable for casual use in the real world.

"Heaven and Earth, Limitless! Cosmos Borrow Law" was a skill he had directly stolen from Yan Chixia. Its power was equal to Yan Chixia's and was not restricted by his body. If it had relied on his physical body as its foundation, he would not have been able to use the move at all.

"I can't use it carelessly in the real world for now, but it should be extremely useful in mission worlds!"

All in all, An Yang was quite satisfied. He tried the spell several more times, blasting one huge hole after another into the mountain wall. He only stopped because he was afraid someone would discover him. After changing locations, he sat down cross-legged and began cultivating again.

For him now, the Kunlun Art was less a cultivation method than a breathing and qi-circulation technique. Even after cultivating it for some time, it seemed more like an internal-energy manual. Reaching the level of true Daoist arts would be very difficult.

Still, cultivating this method felt wonderful. It cleared his mind and refreshed his spirit, drawing him in before he even realized it. Before long, dusk had arrived.

When he returned to his rented apartment, night had just fallen. After sitting in the living room for a while, Nie Xiaoqian appeared.

She wore a classical white robe. Her features were delicate and alluring, yet fragile, like a woman who had stepped out of a painting.

At first glance, the furnishings around her clearly startled her. It was only when she saw An Yang that she relaxed. She looked around curiously, but the excellent upbringing she had received since childhood allowed her to remain composed rather than make a fuss.

An Yang pulled her onto the sofa and said, "This is my home, and it's your home too. I told you before that everything here is different from what you knew. You'll have to get used to it slowly, understand?"

Nie Xiaoqian sat down and found it unusually soft. She nodded shyly.

Snap!

The lights came on, and Nie Xiaoqian jumped. She looked up at the ceiling.

"What is that?"

"A chandelier."

"Why did it suddenly light up? You clearly didn't set anything on fire."

"No, this is an electric light. You can think of it as lightning flashing across the sky during a storm. We put it inside the chandelier to provide us with light."

"Lightning? How is that possible?"

An Yang smiled and said, "There's nothing impossible about it. There will only be more things like this in the future."

Nie Xiaoqian nodded. In this completely unfamiliar environment, she could not help feeling uneasy. "I understand. I'll get used to it slowly."

An Yang took her to the window and pulled the curtains open in one motion. Nie Xiaoqian was instantly stunned, a faint light continuously shifting in her eyes.

Outside the window was a plaza. Yellow streetlamps stood at intervals along the road, illuminating it brightly. Cars drove past one after another, their headlights lighting up the pavement as well, while pedestrians walked along the sidewalks.

The plaza was decorated with colorful lights. Some were purely ornamental, dimming from time to time before lighting up again in succession, and occasionally flashing to a rhythm. There were also all kinds of billboards and cartoon figures in various shapes.

At the center of the plaza stood a huge beacon tower. Its lights illuminated everything like broad daylight. A group of middle-aged women danced in the plaza. The deafening music had become extremely faint by the time it passed through the window, but its rhythm remained distinct.

Nie Xiaoqian's gaze grew distant. She had not seen such a brightly lit world for a very long time. People naturally yearned for light. Even as a female ghost, she did not want to remain in dark corners, but sunlight was fatal to ghosts.

"This place... is so tall... and so beautiful. Is it a celestial realm?"

An Yang smiled and said, "Would you like to go outside and look around?"

Nie Xiaoqian looked at him longingly, then hesitated. "Can I?"

In her impression, women could not simply go outside whenever they wished, especially at night. Others would think them improper. She was no longer the same as before. In the past, she had been a wandering ghost with nowhere to go, but now she had a place to live, which was equivalent to having married someone. Naturally, she had to follow the traditional virtues expected of an ordinary woman.

An Yang smiled and took her hand. "Of course you can. In my hometown, there's no such thing as the three obediences and four virtues. Women are equal to men. They can attend school, take the imperial examinations, become officials, and go into business. Anything men can do, women can do too."

Nie Xiaoqian widened her eyes. "How is that possible?"

"There's nothing impossible about it," An Yang said. "You'll see for yourself when we go out later. After you're with me, you can do whatever you want."

Nie Xiaoqian stared blankly ahead, still unable to process what he had said.

An Yang tossed her several bags. "These are the clothes I bought for you during the day. See if you like them. You can't go outside wearing what you have on now."

"Do the people here dress differently?"

Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head. In ancient times, buying and making clothes were women's affairs. If a man was willing to buy clothes for his woman, it could only mean that she was greatly favored.

An Yang nodded. "Very differently. You could go out dressed like this, but you would attract a lot of attention."

"Would they think I was a spy from an enemy country and drag me to the authorities?"

An Yang was stunned. He cleared his throat several times before saying, "That won't happen. They'll just think you're very strange."

Nie Xiaoqian picked up the bags and found them strange. Everything here seemed strange. She followed An Yang toward the bedroom.

She watched as An Yang gripped the doorknob and twisted it, causing the finely crafted wooden door to open. Then she watched him press a white object on the wall, and the room instantly filled with yellow light, hundreds of times brighter than candlelight.

She silently watched everything and silently memorized it all.

An Yang sat on the sofa outside and waited. To avoid causing Nie Xiaoqian trouble, he had bought her a long dress. After only a short while, Nie Xiaoqian came out, but she had not changed her clothes. Instead, she held a white bra in her hands.

"What... is this?"

From its shape, she could vaguely guess where it was worn, but she did not know how to put it on.

An Yang stood up and said with a smile, "Uh... this is called a bra. I'll help you put it on."

"Mm."

With her face flushed red, Nie Xiaoqian followed him into the room. During the process, intimate contact was unavoidable. She bit her lip and made no sound until they had finished.

Men painting women's eyebrows had always been praised as a beautiful romantic gesture, but she had never heard of a man dressing a woman. Wasn't she supposed to serve him and dress him instead?

An Yang looked at her standing there wearing only the bra. Her skin was as white as snow, her figure perfectly proportioned. Her breasts rose prominently, pressed together by the bra into a deep cleavage, while she wore nothing below the waist, leaving her smooth, slender legs exposed.

His mouth went dry, but he still held himself back. He picked up a pair of white lace panties and said to her, "You know how to put these on, right?"

It was Nie Xiaoqian's first time wearing a bra, and she fumbled with it, unused to the feeling. With her face flushed, she nodded. "I know how to wear this, but what use does... this b...ra have?"

An Yang thought about it. "I suppose it's to prevent sagging."

Nie Xiaoqian's face instantly flushed all the way to her neck. "But I'm already a female ghost. My body won't change anymore."

An Yang froze, rendered speechless.

He returned to the living room. Nie Xiaoqian quickly figured out how to put on the dress. She even managed to pull up the zipper at the back without anyone teaching her. Then she lowered her head and carefully inspected herself to make absolutely certain everything was in order.

An Yang waited in boredom. At last, the bedroom door opened. Nie Xiaoqian wore a spotless white dress, and as she reached the doorway, she tentatively pressed the light switch.

Snap!

The bedroom light immediately went out.

A faint light flickered in her eyes, and she could not help pressing it again.

Snap!

The bedroom light came back on.

Snap!

It went out again!

Nie Xiaoqian finally stepped out. The dress's tailored cut brought out her tall figure even more perfectly. Her chest was full, her waist slender enough to fit in one hand. She walked lightly up to him and spun around, making the hem of her dress flare.

"Do I look pretty?"

An Yang was practically staring at her in a daze.

"Pretty!"

Hearing those words, the unease in Nie Xiaoqian's heart finally faded, and she revealed a knowing smile.

An Yang came back to his senses and naturally took her hand, leading her outside. Her hand felt soft and boneless in his.

"Come on. I'll show you my world."

Once they reached the street, Nie Xiaoqian forced herself not to look around too obviously, but her gaze kept drifting from side to side.

Cars passed along the roadside. Couples brushed past them. Towering high-rises rose so far above them that she had to tilt her head back to see their tops. Adult women walked along eating grilled skewers, while oddly dressed young girls wearing headphones bounced along, humming as they went.