The Wedding Night

Crimson curtains, a soft bed.

The rich scent of rouge 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 change in status was difficult for him to accept.

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 clumsy joke.

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

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

The idle original body had no choice but to bribe people in the County Office with the pension money given by the court to become a Constable, barely earning a living as an official.

The memories in his mind hadn't been fully digested, but Shen Lin had gained some understanding of this world and the original body's information.

However, he was a bit clueless about his current situation.

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..."

He gasped, leaning back and panting for a moment, carefully observing his surroundings.

Everything within his sight appeared festive.

Red candles, "Double Happiness" stickers.

The tables and chairs were made of rosewood, and a sumptuous meal was placed on them, still steaming.

Was this... his wedding night?

He looked down at his naked body, his expression a little strange, feeling that the timing of his transmigration was...

Awkward!

Someone finally got married, and he transmigrated.

What a peculiar cuckold situation.

But...

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

Where did the bride go?

Was she pretty?

He had no lewd thoughts, just simple curiosity.

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

[Shen Lin] [Martial Arts Mastered: Blood Battle Saber Technique (Minor Accomplishment)] [Cultivation Techniques Mastered: None] [Remaining Lifespan: Forty-three years] [Demon Lifespan: None] [Can consume lifespan to deduce cultivation techniques and martial arts, and gain improvements.]

"This is..."

Shen Lin tentatively reached out to touch it, but his hand passed right through.

Could it be...

This was the benefit of being a transmigrator?

A System?

Blood Battle Saber Technique...

In his memory, it seemed to be a martial art the original body learned after joining the County Office.

In this world, demons ran rampant, but openly, the Great Wei Dynasty still controlled vast territories.

Naturally, this was because humans could also cultivate to gain powerful strength.

According to the original body's understanding, the Blood Battle Saber Technique was the most basic cultivation method. If practiced diligently to great accomplishment, it could stimulate the Qi and Blood Force within the body, granting strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

So, the function of this System was to speed up cultivation by consuming lifespan?

But there was a problem.

What was cultivation for?

Of course, it was to prolong life and live longer than mortals.

Yet, this System actually deducted lifespan to speed up cultivation...

What's the difference between this and winning the lottery and then having to work 996 for capitalists for the rest of your life?

Can't I just train myself slowly?

Ridiculous!

Just as Shen Lin's face contorted strangely, unable to resist cursing, a light sound of footsteps approached from outside.

Shen Lin was about to call out when he suddenly froze, his face paling instantly. 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 was voluptuous, their bright red wedding dress accentuating their charming face.

The Bride had arrived.

Yet, this charming Bride was currently holding a wriggling, tattered sack in her hand.

The sack looked like it weighed at least a hundred pounds, but the seemingly delicate Bride held it with one hand, showing no strain at all.

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

She poured herself a glass of wine and was about to drink it when her ears twitched, and she let out a soft "Oh?"

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

"Husband~"

Her charming voice was like a tickle in the heart, incredibly alluring.

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

The Bride glanced at the cold sweat beading on Shen Lin's temples, chuckled softly, and continued, "Since Husband is awake, why not have a drink with this concubine?"

"Or perhaps..."

"Was the last round not satisfactory, Husband? Do you wish for another session of pleasure?"

As she said these words, the Bride seemed a little shy, a flush appearing on her fair face.

Seeing Shen Lin's lack of response, she slowly stood up, unfastened her sash, and said slowly:

"If that's the case, this concubine..."

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

Seeing this, the Bride stopped her movements, her gaze towards Shen Lin a little strange.

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

Shen Lin smiled, his voice gentle, "If my wife has a request, I will naturally do my utmost to satisfy it, even at the risk of my life."

The Bride lowered her head shyly, her voice dropping several octaves, "Oh, you. Why didn't I notice Husband was so eloquent just now."

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

"Wait, my dear!"

Shen Lin suddenly spoke, stopping her, his face filled with confusion, "What is my dear doing?"

"This concubine naturally wants to experience the pleasures of the night with my lord again. Does Husband... not like it?"

As she said this, her expression was pitiful, and any man would be unable to resist pulling her into his arms for a passionate embrace.

Shen Lin seemed unable to suppress the heat rising within him, and he couldn't help but swallow.

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

Hearing Shen Lin's words, the Bride's face instantly flushed, and she whispered, "Then... that's fine too. It's inconvenient in the dark, and it would be troublesome if this dress got stained..."

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

"Then, Husband... allow your concubine to savor it thoroughly!"

She opened her cherry lips and slowly leaned down.

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

A pair of horizontally opening mandibles broke through the skin, revealing themselves, resembling insect mouthparts.

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