The Onset

This Love Potion was no ordinary substance.

Xiao Fenghua had spent a fortune to hire a reclusive high-level alchemist, who had refined it with the saliva of a seventh-rank demonic beast, the "Joyful Flood Dragon," as its main ingredient, supplemented by dozens of rare Spirit Materials.

It was not an ordinary drug—colorless, odorless, and without an antidote.

Its effects were incomparably tyrannical, specifically targeting a warrior's blood and vitality. Once inhaled, even an Innate Warrior would find it difficult to resist.

Zhang Yu, Xiao Meier, and Xiao Fenghua, shut inside the sealed meditation chamber, had almost simultaneously inhaled the deadly temptation diffused through the air.

"Mmph..."

A stifled groan spilled from Xiao Meier's lips.

She had been sneering, ready to watch Xiao Fenghua make a fool of herself, when an indescribable heat abruptly rose within her and swept through her entire body in an instant.

Her legs went weak, and a mist of moisture immediately veiled her originally cool eyes, leaving them hazy and alluring.

"Xiao Fenghua... you... you're shameless!"

Xiao Meier realized what was happening at once. She bit down hard on her red lips, trying to use the pain to stay conscious.

Her beautiful eyes brimmed with humiliation, fury, and Killing Intent. "You always put on such a dignified, noble act, yet you... you actually wanted to use such despicable means."

She wanted to flee. For now, she had no intention of giving herself to Zhang Yu.

She understood that the easier something was obtained, the less a man would cherish it.

She tried to circulate her Internal energy, hoping to force the evil fire from her body.

Yet the Love Potion's effects clung to her like a disease rooted in the bones, directly stirring the body's instincts. The more she circulated her Internal energy, the more violently the drug took hold.

Zhang Yu's situation was no better.

He tried to mobilize the pure Internal energy within him, only to discover that it was utterly useless against a drug that acted upon the very source of life. Instead, it was like pouring oil on a fire, making his body even more unbearably feverish.

"Damn it..."

Zhang Yu cursed under his breath. His eyes rapidly filled with bloodshot veins, and his breathing grew heavy.

"No... this isn't how it was supposed to be..."

Xiao Fenghua panicked as well.

She looked at the jade bottle in her hand, somehow already half-empty, her face turning deathly pale.

She had only wanted to drug Zhang Yu. She had never intended to drag Xiao Meier into this too!

Two people sharing the pleasures of fish and water meant her scheme had succeeded.

But three people... what was this supposed to be?!

Perhaps only Zhang Yu, that shut-in college student who had studied Japanese adult films, knew the answer to that question.

"I... I..."

Xiao Fenghua wanted to back away, wanted to flee this place that filled her with fear and shame.

But the drug had already taken effect, and her body betrayed her will.

An indescribable numbness spread through every limb and bone, weakening her legs until she could barely remain standing.

As she looked at Zhang Yu's aggressively possessive gaze, a faint trace of... anticipation and longing actually arose in her heart?

The conflicting feeling nearly drove her to collapse.

"No... this can't happen..."

Xiao Meier clung to the last shred of her reason, trying to get away from Zhang Yu.

She would rather die than lose her chastity in a muddled state of mind like this.

Yet in Zhang Yu's eyes, her movements became a temptation that seemed to refuse while inviting.

"Ah!"

Xiao Meier cried out. Her wrist suddenly tightened as an irresistible force seized her, pulling her whole body into Zhang Yu's embrace.

"Let go of me... Zhang Yu... wake up..."

Xiao Meier struggled futilely. Her fists beat against Zhang Yu's solid chest, but it was no more than scratching an itch.

Meanwhile, as Xiao Fenghua watched the vivid, intoxicating scene before her, the jealousy in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

"No... that's mine... mine..."

She muttered to herself, her gaze turning hazy and crazed.

She looked at Zhang Yu's broad back, at Xiao Meier's fallen appearance, and an emotion called "unwillingness" completely devoured her.

Why?

All of this should have been hers.

"Zhang Yu..."

Xiao Fenghua threw herself at Zhang Yu, unable to control herself.

How could Zhang Yu, a virgin across two lifetimes, have ever experienced a situation like this?

The blurry images once stored on a computer hard drive in his previous life had now become an incomparably vivid reality.

The desire he had suppressed for over twenty years burst forth completely at this moment, like floodwaters breaching a dam.

No one knew how long it had been. When those blush-inducing sounds finally began to fade, only heavy breathing and faint, intermittent sobs remained in the quiet room.

Clothes lay scattered messily across the floor, and the air was thick with an ambiguous scent.

Zhang Yu leaned against a corner, his mind in utter chaos.

Absurd.

Too absurd.

He shook his head, trying to cast aside the jumble of thoughts.

"Hell... what kind of mess is this..."

People always said that two made something wonderful, while three doubled the joy.

And if the partners happened to be a pair of flower-like sisters, then that joy doubled yet again.

But deep down, Zhang Yu was still an ordinary college student from the twenty-first century. For the moment, he simply could not accept such a chaotic scene.

At the same time, he had no idea how he was supposed to face these two women.

He silently stepped out through the already dismantled cell door and stood at the entrance, lost in thought for a long while as he considered how to arrange the sisters' future.

Xiao Meier and Xiao Fenghua were both already awake, yet neither opened her eyes first. They, too, did not know how to face one another.