No, This Is Job Training!

Hu Liena felt like a fish just pulled out of water, her whole body limp as she gasped for breath.

The deadly pleasure had stopped, but its afterglow—the sensation of having her soul filled—still swirled through her mind.

She looked at the man beyond the glass. Her hatred had turned into something else entirely.

Like someone dying of thirst in the desert, staring at the only bottle of water in their hands.

"Give... give it to me..."

Hu Liena's fingers weakly scratched at the glass wall. Tears and snot smeared her face. She no longer looked anything like one of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation.

Qin Feng didn't move.

He simply stood with his hands in his pockets, watching her through the glass like she was a monkey.

"You want it? Sure."

Qin Feng snapped his fingers.

The Nutrient Solution in the tank began to drain, and the glass cover hissed open.

Hu Liena fell to the ground with a thud. She didn't even have the strength to stand, and could only crawl toward Qin Feng's feet like a dog.

She reached out to grab his pant leg.

Qin Feng stepped back, leaving her grasping at empty air.

"I don't keep freeloaders."

He looked down at her, his voice as flat as if he were talking about the weather.

"If you want pleasure, you have to work."

"Understand the rules?"

Hu Liena froze. A flicker of struggle crossed her dazed eyes, but it was soon drowned out by the bone-deep emptiness inside her.

She gritted her teeth and lowered her head, pressing her cheek against the cold metal floor. Her voice trembled.

"I understand... I understand..."

"Master... please give me a task."

Qin Feng smiled.

This was much easier than taming a hawk. A dopamine bombardment straight to the brain—even a god couldn't take it.

"Good."

Qin Feng tossed her a set of clothes.

He'd redeemed them from the system shop. They came in the most classic black-and-white color scheme, but the fabric... left a little to be desired.

"Put it on and come with me."

"Starting today, you're my personal life secretary."

"Remember, your pay is the feeling you just experienced, calculated by the hour."

"Do a good job, and you get more. Do a bad job..."

Qin Feng didn't finish. He merely glanced at Orochimaru beside him.

Orochimaru obligingly stuck out his long tongue and let out a strange, hissing laugh.

Hu Liena shuddered, snatched up the outrageously revealing outfit, and stumbled off to a corner to change.

Less than two minutes later,

the "new secretary" emerged in a miniskirt and black stockings, with a pair of fox ears perched on her head.

Her once bold and striking face was now red as a ripe apple. She had no idea where to put her hands, and kept tugging down the absurdly short skirt.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Grey Wolf appeared from who-knows-where, wrench in hand, his eyes practically popping out of his head.

"Boss! This is my own design, the 'High-Mobility Tactical Life-Support Armor'!"

"Look at this fabric—it uses nano-breathable technology! And these stockings are actually high-strength bulletproof fibers!"

"Even a Titled Douluo couldn't damage them with a slap on the butt!"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes at him.

"I told you to design protective gear, not lingerie."

"Oh, come on, Boss. That's just science!"

Grey Wolf looked aggrieved as he tucked the wrench into his waistband.

"To save materials, naturally, you wear as little as possible!"

"Besides, according to my research, when female creatures dress like this, male creatures' work efficiency goes up by two hundred percent!"

"See? Hasn't your dopamine secretion increased too?"

Qin Feng couldn't be bothered arguing with the wolf's twisted logic.

He turned and headed for the elevator.

"Let's go. We're checking out Workshop One."

"Secretary Hu, follow me."

Hu Liena bit her lip, fighting back her embarrassment as she tottered after him in heels as thin as needles.

She could feel Grey Wolf staring at her legs.

Before, she would have gouged the wolf's eyes out.

But now...

She could only squeeze her legs together, lower her head, and treat herself like an object with no dignity.

Underground Level Three, First Industrial Park.

This place was like a blazing, bustling hell.

Enormous presses rumbled, sparks flew, and dozens of robotic arms whirled through the air.

Ning Rongrong felt like she was about to die.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was now dressed in grimy work clothes, her face smeared with soot and her tender hands covered in blisters.

She was struggling to push a handcart piled high with ore.

The thing must have weighed hundreds of pounds!

"I quit! I quit!"

Ning Rongrong dropped the cart and plopped onto the ground, bursting into tears.

"I want to go home! I want my dad! I want Sword Grandpa!"

"Waaah... You're abusing me! This is illegal!"

The blacksmiths and workers around her merely shot her a cold glance. Not one of them stopped working.

No one here was going to spoil her.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Ning?"

A teasing voice rang out.

Ning Rongrong looked up and saw Qin Feng walking over with his hands behind his back.

And behind him, of all people, was... Hu Liena?

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

The haughty Saintess of Spirit Hall was now dressed in such... such shameless clothes?

And she was carrying Qin Feng's bag like a little maid?

"You... you two..."

Ning Rongrong pointed at them, unable to get the words out.

"What's this, slacking off?"

Qin Feng nudged the handcart with his foot.

"According to labor law, stopping work without permission means no dinner tonight."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Ning Rongrong jumped up, claws out, and tried to lunge at him.

"I'm the heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! How dare you make me do this kind of menial labor!"

"It's precisely because you're the heir that I'm making you do this."

Qin Feng leaned back, settling into a chair Grey Wolf had somehow wheeled over.

Hu Liena knelt down with practiced ease and began massaging Qin Feng's legs.

The motion was so familiar it was heartbreaking.

Qin Feng let out a satisfied sigh and looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Look at Nana. She knows how to behave."

"You're both heaven's darlings. How can there be such a difference between you?"

Watching Hu Liena's humble, submissive posture, the string of Ning Rongrong's dignity snapped.

Fear.

Boundless fear.

What had Qin Feng done to turn the Saintess into this?

"I... I don't want to end up like that..."

Ning Rongrong shrank back as tears streamed down her face.

"Don't want to?"

Qin Feng smiled and beckoned.

Grey Wolf immediately came trotting over with a strange grin, holding something that looked like a collar.

"Boss, this is a great little gadget!"

"The 'Fully Automatic Housework Assistant Collar'!"

"Once you put it on, your brain automatically downloads ten thousand household skills!"

"Cooking, laundry, massages, keeping the bed warm... It does it all!"

"And it'll make the wearer crave obedience so badly that even if you told them to eat shit, they'd think it tasted delicious!"

As he spoke, Grey Wolf waved the collar in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Want to give it a try, little miss? It's a limited edition!"

Ning Rongrong screamed in terror and scrambled back to the handcart.

"I'll work! I'll do it!"

"Don't put that thing on me! Please!"

She frantically pushed the cart. Even when the blisters on her hands burst, she didn't make a sound.

Compared to ending up like that, hauling bricks was practically heaven!

Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"Looks like the lesson's working."

He stood and patted Grey Wolf on the shoulder.

"Brother Wolf, how's that batch of 'Conquerors' coming along?"

At that, Grey Wolf's expression changed at once.

It was a fanatical excitement—the kind that belonged to a madman.

"Heh, heh, heh... Boss, just you wait!"

"Not only did I finish assembling them, I added a little something extra!"

"I guarantee those idiots playing with loaches will have the time of their lives!"